monsters there. Just everything that was fine, good.
âIâm ecstatic about our kid,â he repeated. âOver the moon. And you donât have to be scared. You wonât leave the kid on a bus. Youâll be an incredible mother. A freaking Titan of a mother.â
She batted at his shoulders, vibrating with laughter. âOh, shut up. Itâs not like I have the greatest model for motherhood.â
He winced, in the darkness. True enough. Livâs mother was one of his least favorite people on the planet. A total whack job, to put it politely. Unfortunately, Livâs impending motherhood had inspired the woman to try to make peace with her daughter. She wanted that grandchild. God help the poor, unsuspecting kid. God help them all.
âNo, really,â he pleaded. He shoved the oversized T-shirt she slept in up, and found her naked beneath it. Thank God, she had finally realized wearing panties to bed was just a blatant challenge to him.
He nuzzled the velvet of her skin, working his way down into the warm bush of her pubic hair, exploring all the angles and curves of her, changed by her pregnancy, but that soft, electrifying fuzz, the slick silky ringlets that adorned her pink girl parts, were as perfect in every detail as ever. No, better. Tender flower petals. Meltingly juicy, pulling at him.
âSean!â Liv wiggled, giggling. âThis is no way to win an argument!â
âWhat argument? Were we arguing?â
âDonât be facetious. We have to communicate.â
âWe are communicating. In the best possible way. And this isnât an attempt to win an argument.â He slid his tongue teasingly across her slit. âThis is just changing the subject.â
âYeah, right. Tell me about it.â She smothered more giggles. âYour all-time favorite subject.â
âBusted.â He nuzzled her groin. âNow, letâs see. The new subject is better than the old one. I was just going to go on about how excellent and admirable you are. What a fabulous mother youâll be. Your courage, your beauty, your characterâ¦â He slid his finger inside her, followed its path with his tongue, in a slow, hungry swipe that hit all her external sweet spots. âYour yummy succulent pussy. My princess, my queen, my goddess, my world. No arguments. Whatâs to argue?â
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. âSeriously, Sean. Donât change the subject. Weâre not done with this subject.â
He raised his head, wiped his mouth. âWeâre not?â
âNo.â She tilted up his chin. âYou make me feel like Iâm one of the bad guys in this story. Trying to make you doubt yourself. Undermining you. About Kev, for all those years. Youâre so angry at everyone for doing that to you, even Davy and Con. And I donât deserve any part of that anger. Not one little speck. You hear me?â
The raw emotion in her voice penetrated the hot lust that gripped him, and he lifted up, sobered. âNo, baby, you sure donât,â he agreed.
She stared up, blinking in the moonlight. Her beautiful eyes were shimmering with tears. Remorse bit him in the ass, and he slid up her body, kissing his way apologetically over the curve of her belly, and into the bounty of her even more bodacious than usual tits.
âIâm sorry, baby,â he whispered. âPlease donât cry. Youâll make me cry, too, and I hate crying. Makes my nose run.â
She laughed, soggily, to his immense relief. âOh, shut up, you clown. I just wantâ¦I wantâ¦â
Her voice trailed off, and he waited, in an agony of suspense. âYeah?â he prompted. âWhat do you want?â He held his breath, hoping to God it was something he was humanly capable of granting her.
She blew out a sharp breath. âI donât want you to be forever yearning for something that might not even exist, for the rest
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