“Oh, baby, that’s it. I can feel your pussy squeezing me,” Jon told her, driving his fingers deeper and harder. He dragged his fingers from her hot sheath and Patti moaned in protest, but she didn’t stop sucking. “Look at me,” Jon told her, and when she peeled her eyes open, she watched, rapt, as Jon stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. “You taste so fucking good.”

She felt as if she should be embarrassed, but Patti’s excitement only rose higher. When Jon touched her again, he focused all of his attention on her hardened clit, rubbing feverishly against the swollen nub. Patti’s hips bucked as she brought her knees closer together, locking him between them, and creating a delicious friction guaranteed to finish her off.

Jon’s grip on the back of her head tightened and his hips thrust forward. Patti used both hands, one to grip his shaft and pump it in time with her retreating mouth, and the other to massage his balls.

The wet sound of sex fueled her. The rumble of pleasure in Jon’s chest made her go faster. As she came, her inner muscles spasming, her legs scissoring and her hips rising off the bed, she felt Jon swell between her lips, and then she tasted his hot seed bursting in her mouth, spilling down her throat.

“Ah, God!” Jon shouted, dropping her head and bracing himself above her on one arm. His teeth gnashed together as his hips pumped, battering her mouth as he drained the last of his come into her.

He collapsed beside her with his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy mother of…” He trailed off, wiping sweat from his brow.

Patti took a moment to recover, and then, feeling like she was on top of the world, she rolled to her side, slapped a wet kiss to Jon’s sinfully flat and chiseled belly, and then scrambled off the bed. She buttoned and zipped her pants back up, tucked in the T-shirt, and finger combed her hair.

“Time to go,” she announced, bouncing toward the door. Making love with Jon left her feeling rejuvenated. “Don’t fall asleep!”

A few minutes later, while she was finishing tying up her shoe laces, Jon emerged from the bedroom looking every bit a man who’d just been fucked senseless. She couldn’t help grinning, prideful of her ability to make her man feel good.

Walking over to her, Jon took her face in his hands and devoured her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips like a man starving for another taste. “When we get back,” he told her, running his thumbs around the ring of her mouth to wipe away the moisture he’d left there, “I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard you’ll need braces when I’m through with it.”

Patti licked her lips, recalling the taste of him. “I’m looking forward to it already.”

Jon’s hands tightened briefly on her face before he released her to grab his keys and wallet and shove them in his pocket. “And they say men are dangerous,” he muttered, holding the door open for her.

Patti chuckled as she passed by, letting her palm skim over the bulge in his pants. If she played her cards right, she could have him back in her mouth by the time they hit the car, and wasn’t that enough to make her mouth water.

Everyone was there by the time they reached the waiting room of the maternity ward. Considering they had all been pulled from their beds for the event, it was amazing how wide-awake everyone appeared. Then again, the coffee maker bubbling away and the half-dozen paper cups littering the rectangular table could have been reason enough for that.

“Hey,” Patti greeted them as she and Jon entered the room.

“Hey, you.” Jules rose from her chair in the corner and enveloped her in a hug. Lynn and Sheila followed suit, and Poppy, the newest member of their group, approached her hesitantly.

Patti opened her arms. “It’s okay, I don’t bite,” she encouraged her. Smiling shyly, Poppy gave her a brief but affectionate hug.

“Man, am I glad you’re here,” Felix was saying to Jon. They performed some male handshake thing that Patti had never understood.

When Jon stepped back, he was grinning, albeit somewhat tired looking. He took up Patti’s hand in his and laced their fingers together. “Any news yet?”

Felix shook his head. “Not for the last half hour, but Tate is going out of his mind. Frankly,” he said, darting a look over his shoulder, “so am I.”

Tom joined them. “Save me,” he said in a hushed voice, and then glanced down at Patti, just then realizing she was standing there. His face turned red and he looked away, sheepish. “Hey, Patti.”

“Tom,” Patti said, restraining an amused smile. “What do you need saving from exactly?”

Sheila popped up behind him, curling her hand around his bicep, and resting the side of her face against his arm. “What needs to be saved?”

“It’s nothing, hon,” Tom told her, kissing her hair. Lifting his arm, he nestled her into his side. Patti watched, happy that her two friends had gotten over whatever the problem was that had Sheila practically falling down drunk little more than a month ago.

Sheila released a contented sigh and looked up at him through bleary eyes. “This coffee isn’t doing anything for me. What do you say we take a walk, maybe stop by the nursery for a bit?”

Patti chewed her lip in amusement as Tom passed a look to Felix and Jon. The men clapped him on the back as the couple left the room. The moment they were gone, Patti gave Jon’s side a pinch.

“Hey,” he complained, rubbing the tender spot just below his ribcage. “What was that for?” Patti caught the quirk at the corner of his mouth and knew full well that he knew what it was for…

“Don’t play innocent with me, Mister,” she said, moving to pinch him again. This time he anticipated the move and dodged out of her way. He guided them to a bank of empty chairs and Patti curled up against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. “You guys are acting like a bunch of babies.”

“Felix seems to think that just being here is going to result in pregnancy,” Poppy scoffed good-naturedly. “As if it’s a contagious disease or something.”

“I never said that,” Felix argued. “All I said was, being in a place like this, with women popping out kids left and right, is bound to give you ideas.”

Poppy shot him an annoyed look. “Would that be a problem if I did? It’s not like I’m getting any younger here.”

Felix’s head dropped back against the wall with a dull thud. He closed his eyes, looking tired. Patti suspected that they’d had this conversation before. She lowered her eyes to the floor, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible.

“Poppy, seriously, just drop it, okay? This isn’t the time or the place for this conversation.”

Poppy snatched up her purse and stood. “There’s never a time or place for this conversation,” she snapped, then fled the room.

Patti wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t exactly friends with the woman, but it wasn’t as if they didn’t know each other, in a strangers having just met kind of way. “Should I go see if she’s okay?” she asked Jon.

He shrugged. “Up to you, babe.” He glanced over at Felix. “Trouble in paradise?”

“You could say that,” Felix groaned, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees and his face buried in his hands. “Ever since I asked her to move in with me everything seems to set her off. She doesn’t want to give up her house because of Bo, her dog,” he clarified. “I get that. So we don’t sell the house. I suggested that maybe I move in with her, and that seemed all right, but now she hates the hours I keep. I have to work, don’t I?” He threw his hands up in the air, looking lost.

“I told her, if we live in the boonies, there’s going to be a commute. There’s no getting around that. Then it’s the kid thing, and the marriage deal, and shit, man, I don’t even know if I’m coming or going anymore. Nothing is like it used to be.”