“I’m about to make you come again,” he said as he moved his hands up her thighs. “Bend over, hold on to the back of the couch. Don’t try to get away, or I’ll slap that ass again.”

She made a small sound as she bent over to the back of the couch, her ass in the air, as was her beautiful pu**y. His c**k strained, wanting her. He wasn’t going to make it with this woman, but he knew he had to try. Bending down, he moved his hands along the back of her thighs before running his tongue from her clit to the entrance of her pu**y.

She let out a strangled cry, her knees buckling as he continued the trail he had started, over and over again until she was shaking beneath his mouth. Dipping his fingertip inside her, he pressed the pad of his thumb against her ass**le, pressing, just to give her a little more pleasure. She screamed out as she tried to collapse into the couch, but he was having none of that. As he licked her again she came with a fierceness he’d never experienced, which only increased his own satisfaction, knowing that he did this to her. She was his and he was starting to feel protective of her.

Chuckling, he dusted kisses along her spine as her body trembled under his lips. She fought for breath as he turned her against the couch, her body limp in his arms.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“I think you killed me.”

He chuckled again as he carried her to the bedroom, pushing the door open with his toe and then gently laying her down on their bed. Moving over her, he kissed her thighs, then her pu**y before stopping at her belly. Glancing up at her, he saw that she was watching him, her eyes heavy-lidded as her chest rose and fell. Her body was rosy and glistening with sweat. She was so f**king breathtaking, he couldn’t stand it, but most of all he was thankful she was his.

Placing a kiss to her extended abdomen, she took in a breath as he finished the trail up her body to her mouth. Kissing her passionately, he pushed inside her, both of them groaning with the sensation. Biting down on his lip, she arched her body to his, taking him deeper. Her body squeezed him tightly as he moved feverishly inside her. All time stopped, as they moved together in perfect unison; it was then he knew that they weren’t f**king.

They were making love.

He cupped her face and used his other hand for support to keep from pressing down on her too much as he continued to slowly thrust inside her. His lips meeting hers, he kissed her slowly, drawing out the passion. He never wanted this to end, but he could feel his balls drawing up, his body jerking. Knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer, he sat up, taking her thighs in his hands before he started to move more quickly. His eyes were locked on hers as he lost himself. When he came, he groaned in blissful agony as he spilled inside her. Still holding her thighs, he let his head fall back as he fought for breath. It was like the earth had just exploded.

Taking in another deep breath, he looked down at her spent body, her sneaky little grin as she laid out for him. Smiling, she reached for him, bringing him down for another lusty kiss. He fell to her side, bringing her into his arms as their legs tangled. Moving her nose along his, she smiled against his lips before kissing him sweetly.

“Good birthday?” he asked against her lips.

“Great birthday,” she answered with a nod.

He glanced over at the alarm clock and smiled as he looked back over at her. “You know it isn’t over yet.”

“It isn’t?”

“Nope, I still have an hour to make it better than great,” he said sensuously, biting at her chin.

She let out a breathless sigh as she moved her foot up the back of his calf.

“Well, let’s not waste time.”

Chapter 22

Erik knew it was going to be a bad day when he woke to Piper crying.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, sitting up to look down at her. She was holding her side, taking in deep breaths. He took her into his arms and looked down at her questioningly. “What’s wrong?”

“Damn Braxton Hicks.”

“Still?”

“Yeah,” she cried as she nodded. “I called the doctor again, and they are too irregular to be anything else. I didn’t want to wake you. I know you have camp in the morning. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. What can I do?” he asked, running his hands up and down her arms.

“Can you get me some more water? He said that I might be dehydrated.”

Well, that didn’t sound good. Hopping out of the bed, Erik rushed through the house to get a tall glass of ice water. Almost falling over Stanley, Erik rushed back to the room, handing her the glass. She drank it quickly, her face full of tears as she let out deep breaths.

“They are going away. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Anything else you need?” he asked, glancing at the clock. It was three in the morning. He had to get up in a few hours to leave for camp and he knew he was going to be tired. Piper had been having these pains for the last three nights since her birthday, and they made him nervous. They hadn’t even gone out for her birthday with her parents or to dinner with Audrey and Tate because she had been so tired the last couple of nights. These Braxton Hicks were taking everything out of her and he wanted nothing more than to fix everything for her.

“Hold me?”

He smiled as he crawled into the bed, pulling her close. She snuggled into him and closed her eyes, but something was still off. Her body was tense and it worried him.

Erik slept little that night and woke tired and groggy. The first day of training was usually the day when Coach Bacter noticed who had been working through the summer and who had clearly just sat on their ass watching baseball games. Erik had worked hard and wanted that to be known, but he knew that he wasn’t going to be at his best.