Irresistible Nights by Kaylee Monroe

Chapter Sixteen

Denton

“Oh no. I don’t think so.” I stomped to a halt next to the stepladder.

Marcie perched on tiptoe on the top step, leaning forward to pound a nail into the drywall. On the floor, a framed picture rested against the wall, ready to be hung.

“I can do this for you,” I insisted.

She looked down at me and rolled her eyes. “I’m pregnant, not broken. Anyway, I’m nesting.”

I gave her a skeptical look. “The baby book said that nesting doesn’t happen until the end.”

Marcie stepped off the ladder and peered up at me, hands on her hips with an exasperated expression on her face. “Okay, fine, I’m not nesting. But I do want to get settled though.”

I reached down and took the hammer from her and reached up to place the nail against the drywall, then looked back at Marcie for her approval. She motioned to the left and I scooched over a few more inches.

“I’m just still freaked out from the ER visit,” I admitted. I pounded the nail into the wall with one quick hit, then reached down and grabbed the framed painting. “I want to wrap you in bubble wrap or something. I’ve never really been around a pregnant woman before.”

“I don’t feel pregnant,” she said, reaching down and touching her still flat belly. “Definitely don’t look pregnant either.”

I cast a meaningful glance down to her noticeably larger breasts and smirked. She placed her hands over the swollen globes and laughed.

“Yeah, except for these,” she admitted, then winced at her own tentative touch. “They’re super sensitive, by the way.”

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her neck. “I’ll be gentler on them tonight.”

She giggled as she stroked a hand down the front of my t-shirt, then lower, to cup my cock through my jeans. I hardened instantly against her exploring fingers, groaning as she stroked me through the heavy fabric.

“You’d better be,” she breathed as my lips traveled up to her ear to suck her lobe into my mouth and bite gently, making her shiver. “Not too gentle, though.”

“I did some googling,” I admitted as my fingers slipped under her shirt and cupped her sensitive breasts. “Apparently, when it comes to sex, just about everything is okay for healthy pregnant women.” I waggled my brows lecherously.

She shook her head, then gasped when I flicked her nipples with my thumbs through the lace of her bra. “God, how is it that a man your age can always be so perpetually horny?”

I laughed, because when it came to her, I was definitely like a randy teenager. “Have you seen my smoking hot girlfriend? It’s hard not to have a boner when she’s around. And I have it on good authority that she finds me, and my cock, irresistible.”

She just grinned, then playfully pushed at my chest, and I reluctantly dropped my hands from beneath her shirt.

“You’re so bad, and I have so much work to do still,” she murmured. She took a step back and raked her gaze over me, desire flickering in her eyes when they landed on my tented fly. “Half my stuff is still in boxes.”

The day we found out about Marcie’s pregnancy, we gave up pretending that our living situation was temporary and terminated her apartment lease. My condo was bigger, with space for the baby’s room and a nice park in walking distance. Eventually, we would sell and buy a house with a yard. But for now, it was cozy and perfect for the two of us.

Soon to be three, I thought. My heart throbbed at that realization and warmth spilled into my chest.

She leaned in and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. “We could make it fast, though.”

That was all the invitation I needed, even though I intended to take my time with her. Grabbing Marcie’s hand, I dragged her over to the couch, pushing her gently into the soft cushions before I yanked her sweatpants and panties down and off. I settled on my knees on the floor between her open legs, then leaned in and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her pussy—sweeter now with her pregnancy—and darted my tongue out for a teasing lick.

She gasped, and I looked up at her and grinned.

“Does it feel different now?” I asked, twirling my tongue lazily between her plump, pink pussy lips as I waited for her answer.

“It’s-ahh-more sensitive, I guess,” she breathed as I pushed her legs wider and dragged my tongue flat over her heated flesh. “Everything just feels like more.”

“What about this?” I slid two fingers inside of her and gently fucked in and out as my other hand reached down to unzip my pants and draw my cock out.

“Ummm, yes.”

She squirmed and shifted to meet my gliding fingers, but I kept my pace slow and steady, soft licks and lazy thrusts as I pumped my weeping cock with my fist. I loved to tease her like this. And she loved being on the receiving end.

“Do you want this?” I asked as I glossed my little finger in her flowing juices and eased it gently into her ass.

She moaned, arching her back and not even tensing as I filled both holes. “You know I do.”

I chuckled against her pussy. “That’s because you’re my dirty girl.”

She hummed her agreement, her hips writhing against my mouth and fingers. “Fuck me faster,” she demanded.

I just chuckled, licked her again, and buried all three fingers inside her to the second knuckle before attacking her clit with quick, flickering strokes of my tongue. She ground herself against my face and hand, demanding more of everything, and I fucking loved this about her. Shameless and joyful as she took her pleasure, completely confident that nothing was off-limits between us.

I sucked her clit hard between my teeth and she came with a loud, strangled cry, her fingers knotting in my thick hair and sending little sparks of electricity down my spine. All the way to my throbbing cock, where my fist still pumped along my hard length. I rose to my feet and stood in front of her, licking the taste of her from my lips.

“How fast do we need to make it?” I asked roughly.

She smiled as she slipped a hand between her legs and start to gently rub her clit, the visual driving me insane with wanting her. “Maybe not that fast.”

I nearly came on the spot as I watched her play with the pink, wet flesh between her legs, and drew in a deep, shuddering breath. God, she was so fucking sexy.

“Where do you want me?” she asked breathlessly.

Sitting down on the couch next to her, I grabbed her by the waist to position her over my straining cock. She sighed blissfully as she sank onto my hard length until I was completely seated inside her, then paused to grab her t-shirt and pull it over her head, then shed her bra.

I cupped her breasts carefully and leaned forward to gently lick each nipple, darker now as her body started to change. “Your tits are so beautiful.”

“Mmm,” she said as she started to gently bounce up and down on my cock, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly, too.

I licked a thumb and reached down to toy with her clit. She threw her head back and groaned as she worked herself on my dick, grinding against my thumb and shamelessly pushing her nipples against my seeking tongue.

I swatted her flank for added sensation, my hand landing with a sharp crack that made her cry out with pleasured pain. “That’s it,” I growled possessively. “Fuck me like the dirty girl you are.” I repeated the smack on the other side and she cried out again, her pussy clutching my shaft after each spank.

“You like that, don’t you,” I rumbled. I popped her lush ass again and hardened even more as she screamed “yes” and ground down against my cock and fingers.

Every hard tap against her round bottom spun both of us tighter and tighter. Her skin turned a beautiful pink as the blood rushed to the surface, and the flesh rippled enticingly with every light blow.

Eventually, my resolve to keep it slow and steady frayed, and I grabbed her waist to hold her still as I fucked up into her wanting pussy with quick, hard strokes. She gripped my forearms and gasped, eyes closed as her inner muscles fluttered around me as she reached her climax. We came together—me with a loud groan as my release blasted down my spine and her with a strangled cry before she leaned down and sank her teeth into my shoulder. The sharp bite mingled with my pleasure, leaving me a jangled mess of pain and ecstasy as I shuddered through my orgasm.

“Well, that didn’t take that long,” Marcie panted as she sagged against my chest.

“No, I guess not,” I said, managing a soft chuckle as I wrapped my arms around her. “Remind me to unpack boxes with you more often.”

We took a quick shared shower and got back to work—this time with me on the stepladder while Marcie stood on the floor and told me where to hammer. It was nice. Great, even—I hadn’t had this kind of cozy domesticity in years, and never in anticipation of a new baby. I loved everything about it—working on the house, the wild afternoon sex, the gentle shared laughter as we cleaned up and Marcie bossing me around as she turned my bland, boring condo into our home.

Everything about it felt so right.

“I called my dad again,” she suddenly said.

We were in the middle of unwrapping some knickknacks and placing them on a shelf, and I tried to keep my face neutral. “Did he answer?”

Marcie shook her head. “No. I left another voicemail.” She took a deep breath. “It’s been four weeks.”

I placed a vase on the shelf and wound an arm around her waist to pull her close. “Don’t take this out on yourself, okay? He’s not being a good dad right now.”

She sniffled and I wiped away the single tear that spilled down her cheek. “I know, Denton. It’s just…I want our baby to have a grandfather. And my dad doesn’t even know I’m pregnant. I hate this chasm between us.”

She sighed and buried her face against my chest, breathing in the scent of my t-shirt like she always did as I stroked a palm down her silky, wavy hair.

“I love you so much,” she said, her voice muffled against my chest. “But this isn’t everything I need. I need my dad, too. My mom’s been gone for so long, and I just need him.”

“I know, baby.” Swallowing the knot gathering in my throat, I tightened my arms around her while regret stabbed at my heart. I wished I could take her pain for myself. The pain of losing my closest friend was nothing compared to being ignored by a parent.

In her pocket, her phone vibrated, and she pulled away to yank it out. When she saw the screen, her eyes went wide. She looked up at me, shock written across her features.”

“Look,” she said as she turned the phone toward me. “It’s Dad.”