The Baby Bump

by Tara Wylde

  I smile and tighten my grip on her hips as I draw her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

  “Oh! My! God!” Cassie shrieks.

  Despite my firm hold, her hips buck, pressing her clit deeper into my mouth.

  “Want me to stop?” I manage to say without releasing her.

  Cassie fingers dig into my hair, holding me firmly against her. “Don’t you dare,” she hisses.

  I reward her by releasing my grip on one hip. I continue to work her clit between my teeth and thrust three fingers into her sopping hole. Her inner walls clamp down on them, warning that she’s close to coming.

  As good as my fingers feel inside of her, I know it’s nothing to how her pussy will feel around my cock.

  I give her clit one last good tongue-lashing before coming up for air.

  I use my grip on her hip to slide her along the tailgate until her ass slides off the edge and she falls on top of me. We land in a crumpled sweaty heap on the grass, but neither of us cares. The only thing we’re worried about is each other.

  I continue working my fingers in and out of her pussy, keeping her balanced on the brink of orgasm as I grope around in my pants. I dig out my wallet and flip it open. A second later, one of the condoms I keep tucked inside of it encases my cock.

  I roll, bringing Cassie under me before sliding my fingers out of her and replacing them with my cock in one long smooth thrust that buries me all the way to the hilt. It feels even better than it did in Florence.

  She spasms around me, taking me even deeper. Desperate for more, I catch her face between both of my hands and kiss her as if my life depends on it.

  Cassie wraps her legs around me, her heels digging into my bare ass as I slowly work myself in and out of her sweet channel.

  I feel her growing hotter around me with each thrust. Her entire body shakes against mine and even with the blood pounding in my ears, I hear the way her moans grow louder, steadily edging toward screams.

  “You feel so good,” I mutter in her ear.

  She’s close to coming. I can tell. My body responds to her telltale cues. Pressure builds in my balls, and I swear my dick grows even harder and larger.

  My groans mix with Cassie’s.

  Cassie clutches my upper arms, her fingernails ripping into my flesh, but I hardly notice.

  One more thrust is all my body can take. I come with more force than I’ve ever experienced before. And Cassie is right there with me, her screams keeping time with the way her pussy convulses, the inner walls bearing down on my pulsating dick, milking every last drop of pleasure from it.

  Both of our orgasms seem to go on and on.

  Finally, I roll off Cassie and use the last bit of energy I have to pull her close. I peer up at the dark branches of the willow tree that spreads out above us like a protective canopy.

  “Hey, Cassie.” I give her side a light poke.

  “What?” she says, her voice thick with exhaustion.

  “I don’t see any birds in the tree. Do you?”

  She buries her face in my shoulder and laughs. “I think we scared them all the way out of the park.”

  Cassie

  “Cassie.” The sound of someone calling my name tickles my mind, drawing me from my dream and toward wakefulness.

  Something brushes against my breast, kneading the soft, sensitive flesh. I arch my back, thrusting myself more deeply against the hand that curves around the sensitive flesh. A thumb sweeps back and forth across the peak, the delicious friction drawing a guttural moan from me.

  “Like that, do you?” The familiar and welcome sound of Ronan’s voice drags me from the last tattered remainder of my dreams, tugging me from sleep and into full arousal.

  “Mmm,” I purr and wind my arms around his neck, pulling his head down in a kiss that leaves both of us panting.

  I open my eyes and find myself staring up at a stringy canopy. Behind the gently swaying fronds, stars surround a half moon. I take a deep breath that smells like lake and crushed grass.

  Confused, I roll my head to one side and spot a mud splattered tire that’s attached to a dark blue Silverado pickup truck. The truck triggers a surge of memories.

  I’m lying outside because I can’t keep my hands off Ronan.

  As if reading my mind, Ronan’s massive, faintly callused hand cups the side of my face, turning it until our eyes meet.

  “Don’t know what it is about you, but you’ve gotten under my skin.” Ronan’s breath fans across my cheek as his free hand roams my body, his fingers expertly finding a dozen different pleasure points and igniting them. “It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, who I’m with, I can’t get you out of my mind. You’ve turned me into a junkie and you’re my drug of choice.”

  He punctuates his words with little kisses.

  My heart slams against my ribs and sternum, the vibrations from each blow seeming to go all the way to my toes. The pounding is triggered as much by his words as his touch.

  Until this moment, I didn’t realize that I’m not the only one who doesn’t understand what’s happening between us. Each time he spoke about wanting me, about wanting to get to know me, I automatically assumed that it was nothing more than some sort of long con. It didn’t occur to me that he could possibly be interested in me.

  Until he mentioned addiction. That I understand. It’s what I’ve felt since I dragged him into my hotel room our first night together. The more I’m around him, the more I seem to crave him.

  I thought it would go away, but I’m slowly beginning to realize just how wrong I am. The more time I spend with Ronan, the more desperately I need him.

  Whatever this thing is between us, I’m beginning to understand that it goes much deeper and is far more magnetic than mere physical attraction.

  I run my hands up and down his back, loving the way his muscles ripple and bunch beneath my touch as his own hands explore my body, until all rational thought flees. Until the only thing that matters is the hot surge of sensations swirling and racing through my blood.

  Ronan’s eyes sparkle in the dim moonlight streaming through the weeping willow tree. They rake over me and the corners of his mouth lift as he takes in the tiny bits of grass clinging to the side of my breast.

  “Fetching,” he mutters. “But I can think of something that will look even better.” In one economical move, he swipes his hand over my breast, sweeping the grass off my skin before giving my nipple a playful tweak.

  I lick my lips as he rummages in his wallet and palms a small foil packet.

  Uncontained fire burns in his eyes as he stares down at me. “Now, where were we?”

  “I think I remember.” I reach up and curl my hands around his shoulders, pulling him forward and down on top of me.

  Laughing, he kisses the side of my neck. “It’s starting to come back to me.”

  His mouth teases the pulse hammering below my jaw, driving me wild, as his hands slide along my body, stroking and caressing, before slipping between my hot, aching pussy. His long, clever fingers pierce me. His thumb circles my clit.

  My teeth find his shoulder and I bite down hard, muffling my scream as his expert touch triggers a frenzied orgasm.

  “God,” I gasp, as the last wave of pleasure rolls through me.

  “Not quite,” Ronan contradicts. His fingers, still buried deep within me, stroke my inner walls, causing my legs to shake and bright spots of color to dance before my eyes. “But the next best thing.”

  “You. Are. A. Conceited ass,” I gasp.

  “I prefer being called God,” Ronan says, his words making me laugh even as my body slides closer to climaxing.

  Ronan shifts and takes the tip of my sensitive breast in his mouth. His teeth suck at the pebbled flesh as his stubble scrapes the skin and his fingers continue to torment my pussy. My inner walls clamp down on his fingers. Tension builds within me. His hand and mouth are amazing, but I want more.

  “I can’t take much more,” I groan. My fingers tangle into his h
air. “I need to feel you inside of me. Right now.”

  Ronan uses his teeth to tear into the foil packet and unrolls the condom over himself, protecting both of us from far-reaching consequences neither of us is ready for. He moves between my raised thighs.

  His thumb brushes back and forth across my clit, causing a fresh surge of moisture to my sex as the head of his cock probes my entrance, stretching the lips wide as he slowly drives into me.

  My nails bite into his shoulders as I groan my pleasure. Nothing I’ve ever experienced matches the sheer pleasure of feeling Ronan within me.

  Ronan kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth as his hips piston back and forth. I wind my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together, holding him tightly to me.

  His hand keeps working my clit, driving the little bundle of nerves insane with his touch.

  Stars explode behind my eyelids.

  “God, Ronan,” I scream his name. “Oh, God, yes.”

  The first wave of my orgasm crashes into me. Hitting with so much power it takes my breath away. Before Ronan, I hadn’t realized how powerful a good orgasm can be.

  Ronan’s grunts fill my ears. His hand moves from my clit to my thigh, shifting it a few inches higher, changing his angle. The new position causes him to brush against a new set of nerves, which triggers another rush of heart-pounding adrenaline surging through my blood.

  “I can’t take much more,” I scream.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Ronan whispers against my lips. “Just let go.”

  That’s all I need to hear.

  The hot pressure that’s been building in my lower belly since Ronan woke me explodes in a surge of liquid heat that spreads throughout my entire body. Screaming my release, I press my hips against his. My fingers grasp at his shoulder, holding on tight as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.

  Ronan’s grunts grow louder as his thrusts grow shorter, stronger, and harder. The force of each thrust scoots my shoulders across the grass, but I’m so consumed with my climax, I barely notice.

  His final thrust seems to go straight to my core. He roars his pleasure as his body jets his thick seed into the condom.

  It takes us several minutes to regain our senses.

  Ronan sits up and tugs our jumbled pile of clothing onto his bare lap. He sorts through it, handing mine to me and letting his fall into a pile beside him.

  “That wasn’t what I had in mind when I woke you up,” he says. “My plan was to get you up, get you dressed, and get you home before your family sends out a search party.”

  “Are you complaining?” I ignore my bra and tug my shirt over my head. I smooth the fabric over my stomach. “Because it seemed like you were having a good time.”

  Ronan reaches out and gently strokes a finger along my cheek. I turn my head and kiss the long digit.

  “Believe me, baby,” he says, his tone low. “I had the time of my life.”

  “Does that mean you’re up for a repeat performance?” I manage to slide my underwear on without standing.

  Ronan wads his briefs up in a tight ball and stuffs them into his jean’s pocket. His teeth flash in a wide smile. “Just name the time and place, darlin’.”

  “Trust me, I will.” I tug my pants on and reach for my shoes as Ronan stands and shakes out his jeans in preparation for pulling them on. When something on his ass catches my eye. “Hang on a minute.”

  Ronan stops moving and shoots me a curious look. “What?”

  I make a circling motion with my index finger. “Turn around.”

  Brow furrowed, Ronan obeys and turns his back toward me.

  “Oh my God.” I stare at the large streak that spans both cheeks. It’s about four inches wide and even in the dim light it looks red and angry. “What the hell happened to you?”

  “Huh?” Ronan looks awkwardly over his shoulder and chuckles. “You branded me, baby.”

  “I did what?”

  “Remember when you pushed me against your car so you could have your way with me?”

  “I remember, but I don’t understand how that could have done …” My voice dies away as I think back. My Buick had been sitting in the parking lot, in direct Texas sunlight, for some time. The hood would have been hot enough to fry an egg. Ronan’s jeans and briefs wouldn’t have provided any protection.

  “Oh, Ronan. I didn’t think. I’m so sorry.”

  Still chuckling, Ronan shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I had a great time.”

  “But it must hurt.” Brow furrowed, I reach out and touch the burned skin. Ronan sucks in a breath and his muscles bunch beneath my fingertips but he doesn’t move away from me.

  “Each little twinge reminds me of how badly you wanted me.” Ronan turns to face me. His hands grasp my hips, pulling me close to him. “And if I had a choice, I’d burn my ass all over again for you.”

  Cassie

  The sound of dishes clanging accompanies me as I pad, barefoot, through the trailer toward the kitchen.

  Normally, I use this time to make a list of things I have to do during the day, but today my mind refuses to think about anything other than Ronan.

  We didn’t say much as he drove me home, but simply held hands and enjoyed each other’s presence. It had been … nice. It was also nice when he walked me right up the front steps to the door and kissed me good night, or rather good morning.

  I miss him.

  I step into the kitchen and find my mom unloading the dishwasher, which is surprising since I don’t think she’s ever done that.

  “Morning.” I walk to the cupboard and grab a glass.

  My mom looks at the microwave clock. “Morning? That’s a bold statement, given that it’s quarter past eleven.”

  “I had a late night.” I fill the glass with orange juice and prop a hip against the counter.

  “I noticed.” My mother shoots an irritated glare over her shoulder as she removes the utensil tray from the dishwasher. “The next time you decide not to come home until four in the morning, you could at least be considerate enough to make sure headlights don’t shine directly into my room.”

  I wince. I’d be put out if it had been me. If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in what was happening between me and Ronan, I might have noticed the angle of his lights.

  “Sorry about that.” I sip my juice. “Is Sally up yet?”

  “Yes. She’s out playing with those damn birds you bought her. Chickens, messy little bastards.” My mom finishes putting the flatware away. She returns the utensil tray to the dishwasher and slams the appliance’s door closed.

  I grimace. “You need to be careful. We don’t have enough money to fix that.”

  My mom crosses her arms over her chest and glowers at me. “Sally was full of all sorts of interesting stories when you dumped her at home last night.”

  The orange juice turns sour in my belly. I should have known this was going to happen. “She said that you let a man, one that I don’t know, take my daughter to that stupid horse place the two of you like so much.”

  “I didn’t have much choice. My car broke down and rather than stay home and let me use your car, you took off. Ronan offered us a lift.”

  My mom’s nostrils flare. “Are you saying it’s my fault that the two of you were cavorting all over the state with a strange man?”

  “No, Mom, I’m not.” Keeping my voice calm and even isn’t easy. “And he’s not a stranger. Ronan works for Northwest. He’s my copilot.”

  “Hmphf,” my mom snorts. “Some copilot. Sally told me how you spent the whole afternoon with him, hugging and all lovey dovey. And as soon as you dumped her at home, you took off with him until the middle of the night.”

  “Mom, I’m an adult,” I remind her. “That means that if I want to stay out all night with a guy, I can do so.”

  “That’s the kind of attitude that got me here. Do you know how different my life would have been if I’d not gone carousing with your father?”

  Realization hi
ts me like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. The force of the blow nearly causes my knees to buckle.

  My mom’s been saying the same thing to me for as long as I can remember. When she found out she was pregnant with Sally, she married my dad, but she’d never been happy. That because of the choices she’d made while she was dating him, her entire life had been ruined.

  Until now, I’d always assumed that they were just words. But they’re not. I’ve let those very words dictate my entire adult life.

  I’ve never liked my mom much. I swore I wouldn’t turn out like her. Not allowing myself to get close to anyone, especially men, seemed like the best way to prevent that from happening.

  Yet, in doing so, I realize the exact opposite thing has happened. I’ve actually become very much like my mom. I was alone. I was stuck working for a company I loathe. Worst of all, I’m becoming just as bitter and jaded as she is.

  If something doesn’t change, how much longer before I look in the mirror and see my mother’s reflection superimposed on my own?

  Maybe, just maybe, Ronan is my chance to break the cycle.

  I should call him. If he doesn’t have anything going on, maybe he’ll be up for getting together today. We could do something fun with Sally for a few hours, and then enjoy some one-on-one time together. The idea of the kind of things we can do once we’re alone sends a sharp shiver of pleasure bolting through my lower belly.

  My cell phone, tucked into my back pocket, buzzes, startling me. I jerk it out and glance at the screen.

  It’s Ronan.

  The corners of my mouth lift in a small, involuntary smile, and my heart skips a small beat. I’m not sure I’m in love with this guy, but whatever it is that I am is fun.

  I hit the answer button. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning to you too.” The tone of Ronan’s voice makes me think he’s smiling.

  Grumbling under her breath, my mom stomps across the kitchen and hauls a package of hamburger out of the fridge.

  “I just got a call from Northwest,” Ronan says. “They need us to fly to Helena and back.”