Page 22 of All That Lies Ahead
“I wanted it to be romantic. I only wish I could take you out on the town like you deserve. Maybe to a fancy restaurant in the city where I can’t even pronounce the items on the menu. Thank you for understanding that I want to stay close to home for now.”
“This is perfect, Chase.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in to him. I cuddle in close, enjoying the scent of his cologne and the feel of his hoodie encasing me.
“One day, I’ll give you the fancy dinners out. Maybe my parents can babysit for us,” he says.
I turn to look up at him, but his eyes are on the movie playing against the barn. Admittedly, I haven’t paid much attention to it. I’d rather be wrapped up in him.
“Babysit,” I say with a laugh. “It’s hard to believe how much our lives will be changing when this baby joins us in a few months.”
“Are you nervous?” he asks quietly.
“Are you?”
He shrugs and looks down at me thoughtfully. “I’m not nervous that we’re bringing another child into this world. That’s the easy part. But I am nervous about how it will affect our future.”
I sit up straight, untwining myself from his arms and turning his way. “What do you mean?”
He seems to hesitate before answering. “I just wish we had more time to focus on us and build a relationship. That doesn’t mean I’m not excited for the baby, because I am.” He pauses, taking a deep breath and lacing his fingers with mine. “Honestly, I’m just scared of losing you. I’m scared things will go south, and you’ll run off to LA with the baby and the two of you will forget all about me.”
I reach up, dragging my thumb down the wrinkle between his eyebrows. He laughs, relaxing his face and placing his head against the cab’s glass.
“I don’t know what the future holds for us, Chase. I wish I could promise that this will all work out, that we’ll fall in love and get that happily ever after, but we still have a long way to go.”
I pause, cocking my head at him and sending him a smile. “You never have to worry about me running out on you, though. Even if we don’t work out—for whatever reason—you’re still the father of my child. I’ll never cut you out of our lives.”
He nods before dropping his cheek to rest on the top of my head.
We watch the movie for a while then. Or at least he does. His fingers dipping under my shirt and dancing along my skin make it impossible for me to focus on anything other than his touch. Before I can convince myself better of it, I rise onto my knees, awkwardly scooting around so I can climb onto his lap.
His eyes light up in surprise. “Déjà vu,” he says softly.
I look down between us, to the bump hidden beneath my clothes, and smile. “Plus one, this time.”
His hands slide up under my shirt, his large palms wrapping around my middle. He pulls on the thickness of my hips gently, nudging me closer to him. Our foreheads connect for only a moment before our lips do. Our kiss is hungry, urgent. The breath leaving his body enters mine and sets my entire body ablaze.
Reluctantly, I pull my lips from his, wriggling to pull my arms out of his big hoodie before I suffocate in the heat of our desire. In my struggle, his thickness connects to my center and I gasp.
“Addi,” he moans. “Jesus Christ.”
Hoodie forgotten, my hips move of their own accord, rotating and grinding my clit on his hard dick. “Is this okay?” I ask on a breath.
With a growl, his hands slide underneath the thick fabric and he rips it off me before throwing it over the side of the truck. “It’s more than okay. Don’t stop.”
I press my lips against his while his fingertips dig into my skin. I rejoice in the sting, secretly hoping he’ll leave behind marks. Lust builds in my belly as my hips swivel faster, and without any warning, I’m exploding from the inside out, back arched and head thrown back.
When I come back down from my high, I realize his lips are still exploring my neck. Overly sensitive, I giggle at their perusal, grabbing hold of his face and pulling it off me.
“That was so damn hot,” he says with a grin.
“Tell me about it,” I say, suddenly embarrassed that I brought myself to orgasm in a matter of minutes, both of us fully clothed.
“Let’s do that every day, okay?” His hands tangle in my hair as he lifts his forehead to touch mine. “Maybe with some less clothes, though?” His words are hopeful.
“I think I can get on board with that.”