Path To Restoration (Fighter's Den, #3)

Chapter 9 - Delilah

I adjust the pillow behind me until I'm sitting in a more comfortable position and lean back against it, rubbing a hand over my little baby bump. I'm halfway through month four of my pregnancy now and there have been drastic changes since the first trimester. Although I'm ecstatic that my morning sickness is gone, I can't say I'm happy about back pains and dizziness that have taken its place. It seems that I can't go a day without a headache and I have to take it easy on the medicinal tablets too so I'm left sucking it up. Giving up coffee sucks, too. I know I'm allowed one cup a day but I typically drink two and I didn't realize how much I depended on them until I couldn't have them anymore. Not to mention that my cravings have been out of control. I swear I'll eat anything that's in front of me, edible or not. The other day I ate plantains and enjoyed them. I hate bananas. It must be my baby's preference. And the kicker of it all:

I am constantly horny. Constantly.

I've never been an overtly sexual person or even just regularly sexual but I've somehow turned into an orgasm addict this past month. It's embarrassing how often I use my vibrator these days. I was horrified when Avery got me one for my birthday—that was several months ago before I'd ever even had an orgasm and Avery decided she needed to save me from what I was "missing out on"—and I'd left it packed for a long time. It wasn't until I was dating Chris and he wasn't always able to bring me to climax that I finally put it to use and realized I was, in fact, missing out. And now my pregnancy hormones are spinning out of control and that vibrator has been my only saving grace. If Avery knew about any of this she might just pass out with joy. To this day she asks me if I use it and if I've named it yet. I'm not sure which question is more embarrassing.

I seem to have a knack for torturing myself, too. I've been reading every raunchy book I can think of and using them to get me in the "mood." Right now is no different. With an enormous pile of pillows stacked against my back and under my bum, I have my legs stretched out as I half-lay back comfortably with a book in my hands. I even bookmarked the hottest sex scene in here. I'd be ridiculously embarrassed but I got over my shame weeks ago. Now, I've just accepted that my body is constantly demanding release and I've got to meet it all the way. Thank goodness all of this started after I moved out. I can't imagine doing any of this while sharing a house that Jaxon and Emily live in. And my Mom. Yikes.

I take the bookmark out of its place and skim my eyes over the pages until I find what I'm looking for. I can feel my cheeks warm up when I start reading the words. This scene is as sexual as it gets and I don't think I've read anything more dirty than this. The chemistry between the two characters feels so real that I can literally feel the tips of my fingers tingle. The main guy is the perfect combination of sweet but aggressive and the main girl is unashamedly confident. The two of them together are an explosive match and you can feel their lust sizzle off the pages. My breathing picks up as I read about the man cupping the woman's breast with one hand while the other travels down between her legs. Without thought, I part my own legs slightly and let my hand snake downward too. Even over my sleep shorts, I can feel how damp I am. He begins to stroke the woman and I begin to stroke myself. His thumb presses down on her clit and mine does exactly the same. His lip suck reverently on her neck and I close my eyes briefly, imagining a warm mouth travelling over me and liquefying my bones with their tenderness.

My chests rises and falls faster now and my hand picks up the pace, my mind going into overdrive as I start to imagine strong hands around my waist and going up, up, up until they're both cupping my breasts. Large thumbs flick over my erect nipples and I try to recall the sensation that brings. I always did have sensitive breasts. I imagine a talented mouth wrapping around one of the nipples and sucking slightly, with just enough pressure that it feels good but doesn't hurt, and a soft moan gets caught in my throat. I press my heel into my clit and rub downwards in circular motions. This is way more effective than using my fingers. I can thank Google for that. I add more pressure and rub harder, feeling myself growing wet as a familiar tension starts in my tummy. My pulse throbs violently and my lips part on their own accord, the sound of my hard but quiet breathing filling up the empty space of my room. Oh God, I think I'm close. I fight to keep the image burned in my mind so I can use it to take me all the way and I—