“Me too,” he confesses, “so we’ll be our own set of crazy.

  Suddenly he is lowering me to the bed, the mattress dipping from the weight of our bodies. He’s careful not to place his weight on me and I place my hands on his shoulder, pulling him tighter to me.

  “I don’t want to crush you,” Ty mumbles against my lips and I hook my legs around his waist.

  “You never thought about it before.”

  “It's different now,” gliding his palm over my cheek as he looks at me. “I have to be careful.”

  Oh my hell, no! “I am not made of glass. Until I’m as big as a house with my stomach taking up fifty percent of my body, you will not act like you have to be so delicate with every move. Don’t do that to me,” please don’t do that.

  That is one thing I’ve loved when I’m with Tyler. He is not shy about what he wants or giving me what I need. He is strong without being forceful and there is no way I can take him acting like I’m this delicate flower.

  He arches his neck and I move toward him, kissing and dragging the tip of my tongue over the center of his throat. He moans this deep throaty growl and I know that I have him.

  He wastes no time moving back to remove his shirt and sweats, along with his boxers. Bending forward putting the weight of his body on one arm, Tyler kisses me again. “You drive me crazy,” I wouldn’t be surprised if he is referring to both physically and mentally, because I am a handful no doubt.

  I work my shorts down my body as he moves to the side giving me room, then he pulls at my shirt, and it goes flying off the bed when he tosses it. With quick movements he is again repositioned between my legs and in one quick movement buried inside of me.

  Together we moan, and his hips start to move.

  “You have to be quiet,” he whispers near my ear. “Remember we aren’t here alone.”

  It's the first time since we entered the bedroom that I remember my sisters and Claire are just outside the door.

  When that registers I bite my lip and he really starts to move. My back arches off the bed and he leans in to surround my nipple with his lips, sucking softly and then nibbling. Chills cover my torso, and I feel myself getting wetter from the sensation.

  “Damn,” he growls, picking up speed, his hips thrusting harder and faster. “You feel so good.”

  I nod, unable to speak, moving my hips upward to meet his. I can tell he is getting close, his jaw tensing and the look in his eyes getting more and more intense. His eyelids drooping, his mouth gaping open.

  It's so incredibly sexy to see him fall apart.

  “I’m close,” Tyler practically growls the word in a low rumble. “So close, Mar.”

  Just seeing him in this state sets off my own desires and that mixed with the way he moves his hips, hitting the perfect spot within me, I ignite.

  He’s the one that groans out so loudly, I swear the windows rattle and his entire body tenses, then he trembles, laying his body over mine.

  The both of us breathing heavy, our hearts racing and each sticky from a sheer layer of sweat.

  It’s blissful, the perfect moment until a loud banging starts on the door.

  “Holy hell you two there are other people in this cabin. Virgin ears, and this is exactly the activity that got you two in the situation you are in now. Go to sleep!” Leah’s voice echoes over the cabin and I bury my face against Tyler’s chest.

  “I told you that you had to be quiet,” he says in a whisper.

  “Um, you sir were the loud one, not me.” I correct him and he wrinkles his brow. “You roared like a grizzly."

  He chuckles, “That my beautiful girl, is all your fault.” Before I can argue with him he is kissing me and every single thing that may have been floating around in my mind disappears.

  All I feel is him, truly feel him.

  I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon. Lying in bed I take in a deep breath, my stomach growling instantly. I’ve been pretty lucky, not having much morning sickness. It’s more if I allow myself to get too hungry I get sick, so I feel like the last few days I’ve been munching constantly.

  Looking back I can remember a few instances over the last several weeks of feeling light headed and nauseous and I chalked it up to nerves. Now I know the true reason. Next week I will find out how far along but for now, since Tyler and I haven’t been careful and there are two separate occasions that I’ve forgotten to take my pill. I’m unsure which time led us to the now, but we’d soon find out.

  Climbing out of bed, I throw on a sweatshirt and my sleep shorts.

  Making my way out of the bedroom I find Tyler standing at the stove, Leah and Lauren moving around alongside him, cooking. Claire is sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and staring down at her phone.

  “Morning sunshine,” Claire offers a smile and I pause, as each one of them turn around to look at me.

  Tyler doesn’t waste a minute before moving toward me and kissing me softly. “Juice,” he points at the counter, “toast.”

  “Coffee?”

  “Juice,” he corrects.

  “Really?” He is going to be that guy. The one that drives me insane throughout the entire pregnancy.

  “Coffee and then juice,” I narrow my eyes on him.

  “Juice over coffee,” he counters, making me laugh.

  “You are a pain in the ass.”

  “As are you,” he kisses the tip of my nose and then steps back, sliding the juice closer and going back to cooking at the stove.

  I roll my eyes but take the orange juice and join Claire. Finding her smiling at me. “Just a few months back you were talking about how you’d never tell him how you felt. Now here you are carrying his baby and screwing each other's brains out in my parents cabin.”

  “Shh,” I look back to find no one paying attention. Glancing back at my best friend I can’t help the wide grin on my face as I sip my juice and feel like I’m literally floating on top of the world.

  CHAPTER

  THIRTY-FIVE

  Tyler

  “That went better than I thought it would,” Amara says from the passenger seat sounding somewhat relieved as she relaxes back into the seat. “I thought for sure my father would freak out.”

  “I told you that I think I made a lasting impression,” she looks over at me and rolls her eyes but the smile on her face shows me she finds humor in my words. “I’m sure it also helped that I already told him that I was in love with you,” her smile grows. “And that your brother wasn’t here to be a part of this conversation.”

  “I’ll handle Tucker,” she’s already told me she’s having it out with him. I’d prefer to be there, but something tells me she knows how to handle her brother. Me being present may only make things worse. He better hope that he doesn’t upset her.

  “I do need to ask you how we plan to play everything out at dinner tonight?”

  I would hope all the secrets and the need to keep things hidden is over. It's not like everyone doesn’t already know by now that we are a thing. Hell she practically pissed on my leg at the auction.

  “We may as well share the news now,” she shrugs and I’m relieved. “Before long I’ll be fat and bitter, so we may as well prepare all our friends for my cranky mood swings now.”

  Reaching across the cab, I link my fingers with hers and pull her hand over the console to press my lips to her knuckles. “I’m so glad you said we can tell them, because I know I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut.” Her brows lift like she knows I’ve already squealed. “I had to babe, I was on my way to the cabin, my shit was all over the place. My mind racing, I had no idea what it was I was going into and before I knew it I was spilling everything that’s happened.”

  “Liam,” as if she even had to ask. Of course it was Liam. “But I’m sure he hasn’t told anyone else.” Unless he has, because Liam tends to get pissed and then everything is flowing before he has the chance to think it over. Only I leave this part out because Amara knows him well enough to know this to be true.

  I have no idea what we are walking into tonight.

  Pulling up to the restaurant, I put my truck into park, and turn so that I can see her clearly. “Are you nervous?”

  “My biggest fear is for people to think I did this on purpose and somehow trapped you.” The way she bites at her lower lip, and averts her eyes has me flipping up the console and sliding in closer to her.

  “Hey,” placing my thumb under her chin I lift it so that I can once again see her beautiful face. “I’m not here with you because I have to be. I’m not head over heels because you’re carrying my baby, I am here, and have been here, because from day one I’ve been falling for the woman that’s been right under my nose. I’ve been spending each day discovering one more reason why I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. You are amazing, you are patient and incredibly giving. You put everyone else first and the way you care for everyone around you is just one of the many reasons I am in awe of you. I had no idea that the one person I was meant to have by my side was literally within reaching distance for years. That’s on me, I was to wrapped up in my own ridiculous notions that I could only be happy if I remained unattached, but the truth is I’ve missed so much.”

  Amara takes in a shuddering breath.

  “I don’t want to miss another second.”

  “Me either,” she confesses.

  Moving in closer, I dip my chin and press a soft kiss to her lips, holding it for a few seconds, I pull back when I want to pull her onto my lap and hold her in my arms.

  “If I hear anyone make a comment about this being a trap you better bet they won’t see me coming. Besides we know the truth,” she locks her gaze with mine. “This baby is a surprise, yes, but not a burden, it's our gift.”

  Amara’s eyes fill with tears, and I press my forehead to hers, giving her a few minutes to rein in her emotions. I can say that I never thought I’d have kids, not because I didn’t think about it, and wonder, but because I’ve always been scared. My past, my biological parents being the shitshow that they are, I've always been worried that I’d be a terrible parent too. But I know that isn’t true, because though my parents may not be those that made me, they are those that created me. They’ve given me the best life and spent every single day expressing love and guidance. My parents have been on my side from day one and they’ve given me years and years of examples of what kind of parent I want to be,

  “You ready to head inside?”

  She nods her head, again taking in a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry I’m such a blubbering mess.

  “You’re not a mess babe, I love how much you feel every situation. You don’t shut down, I don’t want you to hide what’s going on in your head, you blubber all you want.” She laughs.

  “You may regret that.”

  “Never, you’re my blubbering mess and I love you.”

  Kissing me once more we climb out of the truck and with our hands linked as we walk inside.

  “No way,” Spencer looks between the two of us, his eyes wide and his mouth gaped. “You two, having a kid?”

  Amara nods, a smile stretching out over her lips. The girls are all talking back and forth about baby clothes and accessories, the guys are all looking at me like I have two heads and then to Amara like she’s playing along with some kind of joke.

  “Of all of us, you are the last one I thought would be a dad first.” Jasper stretches out his arm and offers me his hand. “Congrats man,” he says as he gives mine a shake. “You too Mar.”

  Conversation starts flying, all the girls already planning a baby shower they say they’ll be throwing. I sit back and watch as Amara’s smile grows. The nervous energy she felt before we came inside fading away.

  I love seeing her happy and relaxed.

  Amara has quickly become my best friend in every aspect of those words. She is the first person I think of when I have something to share, and the one I want to run to when things are tough. But she is also the one person that has managed to spin my world out of control in such a short time, and all I can do is smile. She’s incredible, and she has no idea how tightly she has me wrapped around her finger. I am at her mercy.

  Rubbing my hand over her back, she looks over at me and I lean in to kiss her softly.

  “This is real,” I whisper, “I am so in love with you that I can’t think straight.”

  Again tears fill her eyes.

  “And I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

  She takes in a shuddering breath. “I can’t wait either.”

  CHAPTER

  THIRTY-SIX

  Amara

  I feel Tyler’s hand squeeze my own a little tighter and I look away from the sonogram screen to find him staring at the image I was just staring at. His eyes glued to the screen while the technician moves the wand over my belly, pausing every so over to tap away on the keyboard.

  “It looks like you are measuring in right around eleven weeks.”

  So it wasn’t our time together at the resort, but the second time I forgot my pill.

  “Everything looks exactly as it should,” she adds, and Tyler then looks at me and smiles.

  The heartbeat thumping throughout the room was one thing, but this, seeing our baby, makes everything so real.

  “I snapped a few images; would you like one copy or two?”

  “Two, please,” Tyler says before I can answer. “We have a lot of people to show,” leaning in, he kisses me softly. “This is incredible and I’m gonna be that guy who walks past a random stranger and pulls out the sonogram of my baby just to show them.”

  As if we have many strangers in Calloway, but I don’t argue. How can I, he is so in awe and it’s incredible to watch. I wasn’t sure how any of this would go. But here Tyler is floating in the clouds and ready to show the world.

  “Your next sonogram we should be able to tell what the baby's sex is, if you want to know of course.” We both look back at the tech as she pulls away the wand and places it next to the machine. Offering me a warm towel I begin to clean off the gel.

  She clears the room, allowing me time to get dressed and Tyler sits in the chair, staring down at the images she gave us.

  “Do you want to know the sex?” I ask, and he finally lifts his head to meet my gaze.

  “I think knowing will help us prepare,” he shrugs but his smile says everything. I’m impatient too, so I am so glad he said that. “We don’t have to tell everyone else; it could be our little secret until the delivery.”

  “That may be torture for them.”

  “Exactly,” I’m not sure I have ever seen Tyler smile so big. “I like the idea of you and me having a secret that we can hold over everyone's head.” He stands and starts to walk across the room to me pausing and placing his hand on my hip. I’m standing there wearing nothing more than a bra and panties. His eyes roaming over me slowly, I feel the heat rise in my chest and neck. Parts of my body begin tingling with the idea of Tyler’s hands roaming over me, his lips kissing all the spots I love to have him kiss.

  “Your cheeks are getting a little pink,” he grins knowing exactly what he is doing to me. “You wouldn’t be thinking of dirty things, now would you?”

  “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

  He chuckles, seeing right through my lie. Lifting his hand, he drags his finger over my side and chills cover my skin. Then when he drags his thumb over my nipple I swear to it, I almost shoot right through the roof.

  I’m just about to call him on it when there is a knock on the door, that has Tyler stepping back to create some distance, but the grin still on his face says it all.

  Hurrying to pull my shirt over my head and I grab my shorts and tuck in behind the curtain just as the door comes open and the doctor steps in.

  I am forced to stand behind the curtain listening to Tyler talk to the doctor like he wasn’t just driving me out of my mind with one single touch just moments ago.

  When I step out fully dressed I ignore the satisfied smile that Ty is still wearing and pay attention to the doctor as he offers me my vitamins and we go over the appointment and settle on my next visit.

  Lying in bed, the sun just rising giving a light-yellow glow to the bedroom I look over to see Tyler still sleeping soundly. His chest bare and I know that beneath the blankets I will find him wearing nothing.

  My body feels like it is trapped in a constant state of arousal, a needy sensation that is hard to control.

  I try to push it down, thinking instead of all the things I have to get done for the day, but the longer I lay at his side, feeling his thigh pressed to mine, the worse the need gets.

  Turning on my side, I slide my hand over the sheets, and my fingertips come into contact with Tyler.

  I pause looking up to see if he’s still sleeping and he hasn’t moved.

  Unable to control the desire for him any longer, I lift the sheet and move in closer, straddling his waist.

  Leaning over him, I kiss his jaw, and his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. With his eyes still closed, he lifts his arms, and places his hands on my hips.

  “Mmm,” he moans into our kiss. “I like being woken up so that you can use me.”

  I feel his body shake as he tries to hold back his chuckle when I bite his lip and tug.

  “Baby,” Tyler lifts his hips and I feel him hard against me. “Just so you know I am perfectly fine with being used.”

  I know he’s only hassling me, so instead of replying I reach between us and wrap my hand around his erection. Moving my hand up and down, a deep growl escapes him. His grip tightening on my hips.

  “Stop talking,” again he chuckles, but the moment I lift my body and position him at my entrance, all humor is lost. Sinking down over him, I sit up and close my eyes, feeling him fill me.

  “Damn,” Tyler says, lifting his hips a little more, giving me that last inch and fully seating himself inside me. “Better every single time.” He insists and I can assume he wants to take control, but he holds back.