I positioned myself between her open legs and ran the tip of my nose up the inside of her thigh taking in her scent. Enjoying it and the feel of her leg shaking under my caress. When I got to her needy little spot, I ran my finger over it and she cried out then covered her mouth with her hand to smother the sound.

“You ready for me to make this all better?” I asked, pressing my thumb against her clit.

“Oh, God, please, please, Rush, I need you,” she begged, lifting her hips so that she was closer to my face.

“You smell fucking amazing,” I replied, inhaling deeply.

“Please,” she cried out desperately.

I didn’t want my girl to have to beg so hard. I flicked my tongue out and ran it from just outside her pink, puckered, untouched hole to the dripping wet, swollen one so ready for me. I jammed my tongue into her heated entrance several times as she bucked and muffled her sounds with her own hands. Blaire’s taste was unique. It always had been but something was even more desirable about it now that she was pregnant. It was richer and sweeter. I could spend hours tasting her and having her come all over my tongue. It never got old. It was more of an addiction.

“No dessert tastes this fucking perfect,” I groaned against her clit before I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on it. I flicked the piercing in my tongue over it several times and the quivering and moaning coming from Blaire told me she was close. So very close. “Shhh, I’m making it feel good. Easy. I’ll lick my girl’s pussy until she can’t stand it anymore. Come in my mouth. I wanna taste it.” I knew talking dirty to her would set her off and it did. Blaire let out a strangled cry and her hips lifted as she jerked against my tongue. That addictive taste I couldn’t get enough of flooded my mouth and I sucked it up, lapping her until she was moving back and making distressed sounds of pleasured pain.

“Rush no, oh God, no. I can’t,” she moaned, moving away as I continued to hold her still and taste every corner of her before sliding my tongue back into her entrance. “Rush, I’m not going to be able to muffle this. I’m about to scream, I can feel another. Oh… oh… Rush,” she jerked and rocked her hips as I held onto her. Her reaction was making me a little crazy. Knowing she was about to go off again so soon was more exciting than I’d imagined. My cock was already in pain from the swollen, unfulfilled head pressing against the zipper of my jeans. If she went off again I was pretty damn sure I was going to mess up my fucking pants.

In one move I stood up and jerked my jeans down. Then I grabbed her hips and slammed into her. “Fuck,” I cried out as her tight walls clenched around me. Blaire went off again and this time she wasn’t covering her mouth. She was lost in her bliss. Her head was thrown back and her body was bucking wildly under mine as she said my name over and over.

The sight of her sent me over the edge. I grabbed the back of the chair as I spilled inside her. Each thick burst of my release caused another strangled cry of pleasure from Blaire. She’d raised her legs up to wrap them around my waist at some point but now that she was sated and spent, she let them fall back down on the chair. A pleased smile was on her lips and her eyes were heavy.

“Is it bad that I don’t even care if someone heard us? That was too amazing to worry about anything else,” she asked.

I lowered myself until I could kiss her lips. “They shouldn’t be in my damn house if they don’t want to hear us,” I replied.

Blaire giggled. “God, Rush. You make me crazy.”

I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “Good.”

BLAIRE

Saying goodbye to my dad wasn’t as easy as it should be. Having him here helped heal so many hurts. I followed him outside and down the steps. He had his suitcase in his hand and he was headed back to south Florida where he was living on a boat.

“It’s good to see you happy. It’ll be easier to sleep at night knowing you’re taken care of and well loved. I don’t reckon that boy ever expected to be so wrapped around your little finger but he is and I couldn’t be happier.”

“You’ll come back for the wedding and after the baby is born? I want you here.”

Dad nodded. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

I refused to tear up on him. That wasn’t fair. He was already all alone. I didn’t need to let my emotions confuse him. “Be deciding what you’re gonna have him call you. Dean has already said he wants to be Papa Dean. You need to pick a name too.”

Dad grinned. I liked seeing him truly excited about something. “I’ll think about that and get back to you. Needs to be cooler than Dean’s.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. “Thank you for coming. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Blaire bear, but then that is my fault. I’m thankful Rush called me.”

I was too. Rush was at the center of everything good that happened to me. I believed he always would be. Strange considering how it had started out so differently.

“Have a safe flight and call when you get back to let me know you made it okay.”

Dad nodded and I stepped back away from him. “I love you,” he said with unshed tears glistening in his weary eyes.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

He opened the door to the rental car and I stood there as he drove away. This time I wasn’t heartbroken. I just hoped that he could find happiness again one day. It was time he did.

The door to the house opened and I turned around to see Rush standing on the front porch looking down at me. I could tell he was worried that I was upset about Dad leaving. I started making my way back to him and he came down the stairs to meet me halfway.

“You okay?’ he asked the minute he was close enough to touch me.

“Yes. Thank you again for that. It meant more than you could ever know,” I told him.

“Whenever you want to see him just tell me. I’ll bring him back again. Just say the word.”

“I want him here for the wedding and when the baby is born. I want him to get to meet his grandson. He doesn’t have anyone but me left. Our son will be his family too.”

“Done. I’ll have him a plane ticket purchased and ready for the minute we need it.”

I just stood there and looked up at Rush. When I’d first laid eyes on him I’d been awed at his beauty. Never had I thought that the moody playboy could have a heart the size of his underneath all that swagger. “What changed you? You’re so completely different than that guy I met back in June,” I said, smiling at his confused face.

Rush reached out and slipped his hand into my hair and tangled his fingers around the strands. “This sweet, determined, sexy-as-hell blonde walked into my life and gave me a reason to live.”

My chest got tight and I started to tell him just how much I loved him again when I felt it… the baby.

I reached out and grabbed Rush’s arm. “Rush. He’s kicking me,” I said in amazement. I’d wondered for weeks now if the little flutter in my stomach was him moving. I’d wanted to believe it was. But now I could actually feel him. There was no doubt.

Rush moved his hand from my hair to my stomach. He cradled it with both hands staring down with a look of awe. “I can feel him,” Rush said in a soft whisper as if he was afraid the baby would stop moving. Instead, at the sound of his voice the baby kicked again.

“Talk to him, Rush,” I said, watching the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Rush fell down to his knees so that he was closer to my belly.

“Hey you,” he said and the baby immediately moved just under Rush’s hand. He jerked his head up and looked at me with an excited grin. “He hears me,” he said with wonder in his voice.

I nodded. “Yes, he does. Talk to him.”

“So how is it in there? Is mommy’s tummy as cute on the inside as it is on the outside?”

I giggled and he kicked.

“I figured it was. You got lucky. Mommy’s beautiful but you’ll see that soon enough. We’ll be the two luckiest guys on the planet.”