I pushed even further, wanting to taste more of him. He was losing himself to me.

“Emilyn, if you don’t stop I’m going to come.”

I pulled away and looked up into his eyes. “Then come Finn. I want to taste you.”

With those words, his self control went out the window. He grabbed the sides of my head and started pumping into my mouth. He’d grown impossibly hard.

“Oh shit… shit… I’m going to come Em!”

I let go of one of this thighs and took a hold of his balls. That’s when he really lost it.

He let out a guttural groan, and his hot semen hit the back of my throat.

“Oh god. Oh fuck… Emilyn!”

His rhythm started to slow and falter as he shook, coming down from his orgasm.

Releasing him from my mouth, I licked my lips. He was watching me through half closed lids.

“That has got to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.” He sounded tired.

I crawled up the bed and lay my head on his chest. His heart was still hammering.

“Well, I’ll be here all week.” He chuckled at my lame attempt at a joke.

“What about you?” He asked.

“What about me?” I tilted my head up, resting my chin on his right pectoral.

“I’d love to return the favor Tiny Girl.”

I thought about it. My need was obviously still there, but I was good. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him come undone at my hands—or mouth as it was—that I didn’t feel the need to get more from him.

“That was more than enough for me Finn.” I smiled at him, but I had a question lingering in my head.

“What’s on your mind Em? I can see the wheels turning up there.” He stroked his hand down my cheek.

All shyness from earlier came rushing back in. My cheeks felt like they were getting warm.

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright… well, I was sort of wondering why we’ve done all of…well, you know…this stuff, but we haven’t actually had…” I felt weird just coming out with it.

“Sex?”

I cleared my throat, but I was unable to meet his eyes. “Yes. Don’t you want to? With me?”

“Look at me Emilyn.”

I met his eyes.

“Never doubt that I want to be with you. Okay?” I nodded my head. “I guess the easiest way to explain this to you is to say I do want to have sex… I just don’t want to have sex like this.”

Feeling like I’d been hit, I pulled back.

“What do you mean, like this?”

“I want you. I want you bad. But you’re pregnant Em. You have no idea how much I wish that baby inside you was mine. It’s not that I wouldn’t have sex with you because you’re pregnant, but the baby is someone else’s. When I’m with you again, I want it to be just you and me, with nothing between us. You are so beautiful, and you’ve been so strong through everything. I just feel that if we wait, it will be that much better.”

I suppose I understood his explanation. This baby was a product of my marriage. He didn’t want that to be in the back of our minds when we finally came together. He wanted me and only me. It was going to suck going through the next four months wanting to be with him, but I’d suck it up if it’s what he wanted.

He added, “In the meantime, there are so many other things that we can do to have fun.” He gave me a cocky smirk. “Besides, if and when it’s our turn to have a baby, you better believe I am going to have you every way under the sun.”

After a bit more teasing and playing around, Finn decided we needed to celebrate the day by going out and buying some baby furniture to decorate the nursery. I thought that was a great idea, although he seemed to be under the impression that he’d paying for said baby items. Not happening!

We drove into town and stopped at a cute little boutique across the street from Mingle, the store that Harper and I had shopped in months ago for the reunion. How things had changed since then. Going into the store, Finn led me around with his hand on my back. He stayed at my side as I picked out a crib, changing table, and bassinet; all of which I planned on keeping in with me until I felt comfortable enough to put the baby in their own room.

When it came time to pay, Finn tried to gently push me aside and hand the lady at the register his credit card, but I was still fast for a preggo and beat him to it. He glowered at me, and I beamed up at him.

“You’ll have to be faster next time.”

He growled. “Uh huh. This right here,” he motioned with his hand between me and the cash register. “This is never going to happen again. Understood?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so bossy!” I was happy that I didn’t have to argue with him in the store though.

“Only with you Em.” He picked up the bags that held the new crib bedding and he followed me out of the store.

“You want to go grab some lunch at that new sandwich shop across from Beans?” If I didn’t eat soon, I was certain I’d revert to the ways of the wild and eat my young before it was born.

“Sounds good.”

We loaded up the car and drove through town.

When we got to the shop, Finn went to the counter to order our food while I found us a seat by the window. It was too cool to sit outside but the sun was warm as it beat through the glass. I positioned myself so I could feel the heat on my back, and I faced the rest of the shop.

Ten minutes later Finn sat down across from me and we chatted and ate our sandwiches.

“This place is so good!” I said around a mouthful of food. “Definitely going to come here during my lunch break!”

Finn agreed with me and we continued to eat to our hearts content. When we finished he sat back and patted his protruding belly. I burst out laughing.

“You look like you’re trying to compete.” I said pointing to my stomach.

“Yours is definitely cuter than mine.” He chuckled.

He looked over my shoulder still smiling when his mouth faltered. His face contorted to a mix of distaste, panic, and confusion. His eyes traveled towards the front door.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” His expression was unnerving.

He didn’t answer me. My attention was drawn to one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen walking towards our table. Her light blue eyes were almost gray. She was very tall with long lean legs. Her breast were huge, but more than likely fake. And as she approached her eyes were set on Finn. What the hell was going on?

I tore my gaze away from the tall woman to look at Finn, and I saw him swallow hard.

“What in the hell are you doing here Valerie?” Finn spoke up and he didn’t sound very happy.

Holy shit! This was Val? The woman that Kyler went and on and on about at the reunion? The same woman that Finn had been seeing on-and-off when he lived in California?

“What do you mean, what am I doing here? I kept calling you and you wouldn’t take my calls.” She said in her oh-so-perfect voice. Of course even her voice was beautiful.

As she spoke, pieces of the puzzle in my head began to fit together. That was who had been calling his phone—it was never a telemarketer. She was the reason he was so distracted that day I was trying to talk to him. How often had they been talking? How did she know where to find him? Did he want her to be here? Did he ask her to come out here so I could see that he had someone else waiting for him? Suddenly my sandwich wasn’t sitting so well in my stomach.

“Don’t pull this shit now Val. I text you and told you that I had moved here to work things out with Emilyn. You have no business being here. You and I are over!” I’d never seen him so angry.

As if she hadn’t even noticed me sitting with Finn at the table, she turned her gray-blue eyes in my direction. She was assessing me, making me feeling like I was a tiny little organism under a microscope. Her lip curled up in a sneer as she looked even further down my body and saw my stomach.