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The way his breath washed hot and unsteady across her cheek as he unfastened his pants caused her to tremble. His need was an aphrodisiac. Eager to feel more of him, she slid her hands under his shirt and dragged her nails up across his chest. The density of his body felt delicious under her fingertips. When his touch slid up her thighs, Kennedy dropped her hands behind her and braced against the counter to lift her hips so he could slide her panties down her thighs.
Wetting her lips, she whimpered as he drew the wisp of damp cotton down her legs. Gods, she wanted him. Hungry and impatient, she reached out and pulled him closer. The hard tip of his rigid cock slid against her thigh and brushed her silky, wet center. As he pushed forward into her, her whole body vibrated with pleasure. The raw fullness made her sex ache with need. Gripping her hips in his wide hands, he slid deeply into her with a groan, lifting her from the counter in his eagerness. He was so strong.
Fingernails biting into the back of his neck, she held on, meeting and matching his passion. Bracing one hand behind her for leverage, she accidentally hit the tap. Wetness splattered across her wrist and soaked her hip, but she didn’t care.
Arms tightening around her, he pulled her away from the splashing water and she found herself pinned to the wall, speared by her handsome beast. Wound around him, she hung on, eyes closed tightly as pleasure washed through her in waves, lifting her. As they moved together, they became oblivious to their surroundings. Mating like animals, full of need, she cried out as he thrust rhythmically into her. They had been apart too long. Pinning her tightly with his whole body, he rocked her into the cinderblock wall.
Her left foot found the edge of the counter and she twisted in his arms, moving her body to bring the pleasure to a white-hot place. The lines along her sides sparkled like fireworks, but she held herself together, resisting the urge to shift in his arms. The mirror rattled against the wall as he drove into her again and again. She barked out a desperate sound as pleasure ripped through her in a raw and much needed release. As she clawed his shoulders, her pleasure exploded into stars.
With his final forceful thrusts, he pinned her tightly to the wall. As his passion overcame him, he made deep rhythmic grunts, sounding like a bear even in his man shape. Breathless, she cupped his face in both her hands, watching him come.
Ribs moving like bellows, he released his grip on her thighs and let her slide her trembling legs down to the floor. Her thighs were shaking so badly she wasn’t sure they would hold her weight. She had lost a shoe and her skin was steaming. With tendrils of her dampened hair clinging to her neck, she panted. “I’ve missed you.”
He nodded and leaned down to touch his forehead to hers. With his fingertips, he pressed the center of his chest. “Come home.”
Wincing, she admitted, “My Mom and Nana are at the hotel. I can’t leave them.”
Surprised, he drew back and her skirt fell down around her thighs. A section of the fabric clung to her as Terry reached over to turn off the running water.
“I’m pregnant, Terry.”
That gave him pause. Focused on her face, he reached out and touched the back of his fingers to her belly. “Yes?” He spoke the word as if he was afraid to believe it. Sinking to his knees, he rested his cheek against her stomach and wound his arms around her. Touching his dark curls, she stroked her fingers through his thick hair. She hadn’t known what to expect, but this wasn’t what she had imagined. As he held her gently, she closed her eyes, while the heat and arousal in her body transformed into something more tender. He spoke against her belly softly in the low rumbling language.
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When he was done, she turned his face up toward her. “What did you tell them?”
“Blessings to my boy.”
“It might be a girl.”
Nodding, he kissed her belly and then smiled up at her. “Boy.”
“You don’t know that.”
Rising like a mountain, he beamed down at her and nodded again.
Kennedy slid her arms around him and rested her face against his chest. “They don’t want me to keep it, my Mom and my Nana.” His arms tightened, protective and solid around her.
“You?” He asked, chin resting on top of her head.
“I don’t know.”
When tears filled her eyes like an immense wave, she fought them back. “I don’t have anything figured out in my life. You don’t even know who I am. I live…” She snuffled. “I lived in my mom’s basement and I work at a Mega Mart.” Terry pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When I fall asleep, I eat people’s couches. A person like that is not ready to be a Mom. What if I’m as bad at raising kids as I am at everything else? What if I hurt the baby?”
Listening, Terry waited. His warmth was comforting as his big hands tilted her face up toward him.
Kennedy felt the sting of tears. “I want her.”
He nodded and briefly tightened his fingers.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Terry, your pancakes are getting cold.”
Kennedy felt herself blush, hot fire across her cheeks. After he fastened his jeans, Terry tucked her under his arm and unlocked the door.
*
Terry stood behind her like a solid wall as they listened to them arguing about cats through the door. Nan had apparently insisted they go back in their kennels after a brief break. Kennedy’s stomach was full of pancakes, and this kind of introduction would not get any easier by standing out in the hall. She slid her key into the lock and opened the door.
“There she is.” Her mother’s voice was confident. “She will tell you that cats need freedom.” Her Mother’s words cut short as the door opened and Kennedy stood there with Terry.
Nana sat down abruptly on the bed, completely missing the towel. “Oh, my.”
Stepping forward bravely, Kennedy said, “Mom, Nan, this is Doc Terry. He helped me get through my first cycle. I wouldn’t have made it without him.” Nana looked over at her daughter-in-law. Terry filled the doorway. Awkwardly, he gave them a bow.
Looking up at him, her Mom said, “He doesn’t speak a whole lot.”
Nan openly stared. “Not always a bad thing in a man. Nice to meet you, Mr. Doc Terry.” She patted her hair when he smiled at her.
“Show me your ankles.” Stubbornly, her mom folded her arms across her chest, looking like she had a mouth full of lemons.
He bent down and drew up his pant leg, exposing the line of tattoos above his sock. Her Mother’s frown deepened. “Are you a real veterinarian?”
He nodded, one side of his mouth quirked upward. When he looped an arm around Kennedy, she settled against his side and slid her arm around him. Mr. Pibble released a low cry of misery. He hated the kennel.
Gesturing to the cats, Terry gave Kennedy a questioning look. “Cabin?”
“We couldn’t impose on your family like that. The three of us will be fine here.” Mr. Pibble disagreed with a sad low moan, as if his soul were slowly shrinking. Terry clicked his tongue and tilted his head toward the cages.
“What is he talking about, Kendie?”
“He has a cabin, or his family does. I think he is offering it to us. It’s up on the mountain about 15 minutes from here. I think he wants the cats to be comfortable.”
Terry looked highly amused as he pointed at Kennedy and touched a fingertip to her nose. “You.” Choosing not to wait for an answer, he bent and picked up Mr. Pibble’s carrier.
Kennedy pursed her lips. She was just about to argue when she remembered the plan she had already made. On the drive here, she’d decided to sleep in Nan’s car to keep her family safe, just in case. She hadn’t had the courage to be direct with them just yet.
This morning, her Mom had mixed her a smoothie with the residual original herb formula her Nana had in her cabinet. Secretly, Kennedy had dumped it out at a truck stop after fake sipping it for part of the trip. Because she didn’t know how it would affect the baby or her, she hadn’t wanted to drink it.
Not waiting for an answer, Terry picked up a second carrier. Mr. Pibble looked up at him through the plastic slats, concerned.
Her Nan looked uncertain. “Up in the woods?”
“Does your family still have a proper, safe-room?” He’d gotten her Mom’s attention.
He nodded, winked at Kennedy, and left the room.