And there it is. Lucy just brought out the big guns. Ever since I found out she was pregnant, we always fall asleep with me holding her, my hand pressed against her stomach. She knows exactly what she’s doing with that threat, and I immediately cave. Jumping up from the bed, I quickly pull my shirt off and then discard my jeans.

“Much better,” she assesses as I get back into bed with her.

Shaking my head, I position myself behind her and pull her into me. “Okay, you win. This is much better. But you’re not seducing me. That’s where I draw the line.”

She lets out a deep sigh, and as much as I’d love to give in, I’m sticking firm on this one. If her mom doesn’t want us to do anything but sleep, then I can respect that. Even if it’s going to be hard as hell. In more ways than one.

“Thanks for sticking up for me tonight. You didn’t have to do that, especially with having just met Mom. Most guys probably wouldn’t have,” she claims.

I tighten my hold on her and lean in to give her a kiss on her neck. She shivers underneath my touch, and I have to pull back before I go back on my promise to Marcy. “Haven’t you realized by now that I’m not like most guys?”

She turns in my arms, her eyes catching mine in the moonlight. A small hand comes up to caress my face, a slow, small smile spreads across hers. “Yeah, Kale. I’ve realized that, and I’m extremely thankful for it, too.”

I know I’m probably out of bounds, but talking in her bed with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate us feels intimate, and something I overheard her mom saying earlier has been bugging the shit out of me.

“Lucy, can we talk?”

Her smile fades, almost as if she’s expecting this to be a bad conversation, and I hope to hell it’s not. Her eyes fall away from mine as she takes in a deep breath. She slowly lets it out and finally raises her eyes back to mine.

“Of course. We can always talk. You know that.”

“Well, I’m just kind of curious about the dynamic of your family here. Even in all the time we’ve known each other, we haven’t ever really talked about it other than you telling me you had a stepdad, stepbrother and half-sister. But Marisa introduced herself as a Dawson. I don’t really know anything about your dad. Is that the Tim your mom was talking about in the kitchen?”

Silence descends over the room after my last question, and I swear I can almost hear the way my heart’s racing as I wonder if she’s going to open up to me. I know it may seem minor, but I want to share every part of our lives together now that we’re starting a family, but at the same time, I don’t want to push her because I know I’m still not ready to spill all my secrets.

I caress the skin on her back, trying to be patient. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and I’m searching them for something, anything to let me know I didn’t overstep my bounds. I’m not sure how long we lie there when she finally moves closer to me. She lightly pushes my shoulder so that I end up flat on my back, and she comes up and rests her head on my chest as she absentmindedly runs hers fingers over my abs.

“Do we have to talk about this right now?” she asks.

My hand moves up to play with her hair, and I decide to give her this out. No sense in ruining the holidays with conversations that can be saved for later. “Course not, babe. We don’t have to talk about it now. But maybe one of these days you can let me in, okay? It doesn’t have to be tonight.”

She turns her head to look up at me and gives me a glare. “You’re so annoying sometimes, you know that?”

Not sure what brought this on, I just shrug. “I’m sure my sisters have told me that plenty of times over the years, and I’m also pretty sure you’ve called me that at least once or twice a week since I met you.”

“Okay, so you’re not being annoying. It’s just annoying how you always know the perfect thing to say. That’s the annoying part, and I’m afraid one day you’ll get tired of being way too perfect for me.”

She glares at me when I roar with laughter. “That will absolutely never happen. I guarantee it.”

“You can’t guarantee that! No one can make that sort of guarantee.”

“Okay, maybe I can’t guarantee it, but I promise you that I’ll try every single day to be the best man I can be for you. As much as you want to say I’m perfect, I’m not, and striving to be would be unrealistic. But for you, and for Sprout, I’ll try my hardest.”

She lifts her head off my chest and catches my eyes just in time for me to see hers well up with tears. “Sprout?”

As I nod, I pull her up to me and wipe away the few tears that spilled over. “Yeah, Sprout. I figured since I planted the seed, you’ve got a little Kale in there. Sprout only seems fitting, and I don’t want to call it an ‘it’ anymore. So Sprout it is.”

Lucy leans in and presses her lips against mine in a hard closed-mouth kiss. Neither one of us deepens it as we both know this moment isn’t about that. It isn’t sexual. It’s not even sensual. It’s the bond of two parents sealing the deal on the nickname of their unborn child. It might not seem like a big deal, but as Lucy’s lips stay locked against mine, my world seems to shift. An overwhelming sense of love for my baby bursts through my heart, my soul, igniting an emotional flame that catches fires, and in that moment, I realize the love isn’t only for the baby. It’s for Lucy, too. Almost simultaneously, terror flows through me at the unfamiliar feelings I once vowed never to experience again, but it’s too late. Lucy’s in my heart. She is my heart, and nothing anyone says or does will ever be able to rip her away.

That’s what you said last time.

The thought exits my mind almost as quickly as it came, but the damage is done. Fortunately, Lucy interrupts my thoughts, and I try to beat it back, not letting the words take hold—at least not for now.

“Sprout. I love that, Kale. I really do. Even if you’re being cheesy as hell with your vegetable seed references. But if you suggest that we name our son Alfalfa, I will junk punch you. Or well, at least take naming suggestion privileges away from you.”

And just like that, Lucy Dawson shines the light in my life and my dark thoughts completely disappear. My hand moves down to cover my goods, and I look at her in mock horror.

“Do not speak that way around Alfalfa. He’s going to need brothers and sisters to torment when he’s older. If you junk punch me, you’ll jeopardize that, and he’ll be mad at you.”

She reaches down and pushes my hand aside, replacing it with her own. Her fingers begin to slide up and down the length, and I feel my cock stir to life. “Oh, trust me, baby. I have no intention of ever doing anything to hurt you down here,” she whispers seductively as she leans in and licks one of my nipples until it’s hard enough for her to bite.

I shudder under her touch, and I nearly lose my bearings when her hand begins to stroke me through the cotton material, her pace increasing. Her hand moves away from my now erection and I can finally regroup. She begins to peel down my boxers, but before she can unleash me, I grab her hand.

“Lucy…” I growl with warning. If she touches me again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop her. As much as I want to respect the house rules, my willpower is quickly fading.

“Kale,” she responds in a breathy whisper, and just like that, I’m a goner. “You should know I always get my way. And when you say my name like that? All hot and growly? That turns me on even more. You took care of me earlier tonight. Let me take care of you.”

When I don’t respond, Lucy moves down the bed, where she slides my boxers all the way off before positioning herself between my legs. I watch as her tongue slowly licks the head of my cock, a groan escaping my lips at the sudden contact. At the sound, Lucy looks up at me, her lips curling into a devilish grin, and she knows she has me.

I lie back and feel her licking all the way down my shaft then back up again. My hands grip the sheet when her lips wrap around the head, and she proceeds to tease me, slowly alternating between rimming the head and sucking it between her full, luscious lips as her tongue flicks the tip. My breathing quickens the moment she finally stops toying with me and takes me all the way in her mouth. And when I say all the way, that’s exactly what I mean. I can feel my dick hit the back of her throat, and I thank the gods of blowjobs that she’s mastered her gag reflex. Or well, lack of one.

She moans and the vibration massages my dick as she expertly sucks me. Her mouth slowly releases me and her hand braces the base of my shaft, where she starts to move it in rhythm with her circulating tongue. It feels so fucking good, and since I’m the kind the guy who likes to participate rather than just lie back and take it, I lift up and grab her waist, twisting her body until she’s on top of me, her gorgeous pussy right in my face. I waste no time sliding her thin shorts to the side before I slide one lone finger up her slit. She’s so fucking wet already, and she moans again, causing my cock to twitch against the vibrations once more.

Without hesitation, I slide my fingers, one then two, inside her, moving to match her pace. My tongue darts out and connects with her clit, and I circle it in the same fashion she teased me with earlier. I can feel her push back against my mouth, and I’m quick to respond to her unspoken request. Taking my fingers out of her, I place both hands firmly on her ass underneath her shorts and reposition myself so she’s directly on top of my mouth as I push the material aside. She’s expertly sucking and licking me, and I return the favor with equal fervor. Licking up and down her sweet folds, I revel in the taste of her, the scent of her, and the more we work each other over, the harder it is to hold back my release.

Knowing I won’t be able to last much longer at Lucy’s pace and skill, I bring my finger and thumb to her clit, where I alternate between circling and pinching. Every time I pinch, she sucks me harder, letting me know she likes the move. Lucy’s the most vocal woman I’ve ever encountered in the bedroom, and this position, where we’re both pleasing each other with our mouths, is one of the most intimate ones we’ve shared. Instead of being able to verbally give our approval, we have to read each other body’s language, each other’s cues, to know what’s working and what’s not. Slowly, I let my finger trail from Lucy’s clit, and I moisten it with her sweet juices before moving up to her ass. I’ve never tried ass play with her before, but in this position, with her mouth occupied, I’m curious to know just how far she’ll let me go.

When my finger rims her forbidden hole, she stops sucking and grips my cock harder than before. I continue to lick her pussy as I massage her like it’s something we do all the time. Quickening my pace with my tongue, I lick and suck rapidly while my finger moves slowly in an opposing speed. I can feel her chest contract as she relaxes into it. She begins sucking again, and she matches me, lick for lick, stroke for stroke. We’re on the same wavelength, and it’s not long before I can no longer hold on. My release shoots into her mouth in one long steady stream, and she swallows as she continues to suck the rest out of me.

I know she’s close, and while she’s distracted, I slip my finger inside, just the tip, but I don’t move it any farther. She jumps a little but doesn’t protest, so I bring my other hand down to her clit. Tonguing her and rubbing with an intense ferocity while my other finger is inside her proves to be just the right amount of stimulation for her because she slides my cock out of her mouth and sits up slightly, gripping both of my thighs with her hands. At the same time that she squeezes my muscles, I can feel her body shudder as an intense orgasm washes over her. Twisting her head, she buries her face into the bed to suppress her pleasure-filled cry. She slides her hands down my legs and rests them on my ankles when she lies down in the bed, possibly—hopefully—spent.

With one last kiss against her clit, I slowly pull my finger out and then lift her up off of me. I sit up and grip her waist, pulling her up to me. She cuddles against my chest, and we lie in silence as we both catch our breaths. I’m absentmindedly playing with her hair when she lifts her head to look at me.

“That was…interesting,” she says, her voice low and throaty.

I playfully frown. “Interesting? That’s an interesting choice of words. I was thinking more like epic, orgasmic, clitorally perfect?”

She laughs against me then shakes her head. “Umm, pretty sure clitorally isn’t a word, and yes, all those words can describe it, but the whole ass thing? You’ve never done that before. No one has.”