The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella by R.C. Martin

gorgeous. First —”
    “No, ” she sighs, wrapping her legs around my hips. “ Later. You can do whatever you want later, but Hottie — I ’ m ready. I need you. Please. I want to feel you come. ”
    “Shorty, ” I speak her name as I bury myself inside of her. She whimpers with pleasure and my cock throbs at the sound. “ Have I told you lately how sexy you are? ” She grins at me as she reaches up to sink her fingers in my hair. “ I love you, so much, Mrs. O ’ Conner. ”
    “I love you, too. Forever and always. ”
    “Forever and always. ”
 

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

I can hardly believe that in just a couple of weeks classes will start up again. It seems as if August has vanished right before my eyes. My summer with Grayson wasn ’ t what I thought it would be. Last year our days were filled with last minute wedding details and packing for our big move. This break between semesters has been filled with a different sort of anticipation. With my sister ’ s wedding, our anniversary, and news of a baby on the way, it ’ s safe to say that we ’ ve had an exciting few months.
    For the last three weeks, Grayson and I have spent our evenings the same. When he gets home from work, we go for a jog before we eat dinner. After we clean up, we then spend the rest of the night reading about what we can expect with my pregnancy. Just before bed, we discuss possible baby names before we make love and fall asleep in each other ’ s arms.
    It took us a little while to really wrap our heads around the fact that this will be our last summer with just the two of us. Since the reality of our baby has started to blossom, we ’ ve been taking advantage of our free time. On the weekends that I don ’ t have gigs, we ’ ve been spending a great deal of time with friends. Not to say that we won ’ t have the chance to see them when the baby comes, but we understand that it ’ ll certainly be different.
    Tonight, we ’ re out with everyone from my string quintet. Clifton brought his girlfriend, Kayla, and Brenna brought her boyfriend, Shane. Everyone is drinking except for Sonny and me and I ’ m grateful that no one questions our lack of consumption. Since Sonny never drinks, it ’ s not very noteworthy that I ’ m not. I ’ m just a few days away from twelve weeks in my pregnancy and I ’ m anxious to tell my friends! Rule of thumb is that I wait until my first trimester is complete. I ’ m counting down the days while I do my best to hide the beginning of my recent growth.
    I ’ m halfway through my third mozzarella stick, listening to Paul as he tells the group a funny story about his childhood, when I grow nauseous. I set aside the last bit of fried, cheesy deliciousness and rest a hand against my unsettled stomach. I take a few deep breaths in hopes that I won ’ t have to make a mad dash to the restrooms.
    “Hey, are you alright? ” asks Grayson as his hand slides across my belly and over the top of my resting fingers. Since I ’ ve begun to develop a little baby bump, my dear husband has become quite fascinated with my changing body. His touch makes me feel beautiful and I ’ m sure I ’ m the luckiest girl in the world to have a husband like him. “ Sweetheart? ”
    I nod when I realize I ’ ve been so lost in my thoughts, trying to take deep breathes, that I haven ’ t answered him. “ I just don ’ t feel very well. The cheese — I don ’ t know. It ’ s suddenly not agreeing with me. ”
    “Do you want me to take you home? ”
    I think about it for a moment, trying to assess exactly how I feel. I ’ m not convinced that I ’ ll throw up, but I know something is off. “ Yeah, ” I finally reply. “ I think I just need to lay down. ” He nods, kissing my temple before he excuses himself to go find our waiter.
    “Is everything okay? ” asks Brenna, who sits beside me.
    “Yeah, ” I assure her. “ I ’ m not feeling well so Grayson and I are