Stay With Me: A Best Friend’s Brother Small Town Romance (Sugarland Creek Book 2)

Tripp’s body blankets mine as he thrusts into me, careful not to squish my belly as I wrap my legs around his waist. His tongue plunges into my mouth, moaning and whispering sweet nothings as we reconnect after months of staying platonic.

We’re still wet, but neither of us cares. As soon as he carried me out of the shower, and I begged him to fill me up with his cum, he couldn’t wait any longer.

But neither could I.

His hands on my body, tender kisses, and groaning in my ear have me falling apart. Sex while pregnant is a whole different experience but in a good way. Everything feels more sensitive, and my hormones have been out of control, but I can’t stop touching every inch of his body.

“Fuck, Sunny. You feel so good,” he breathes out.

“Take me from behind,” I plead. “You can go even deeper.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Trust me, you won’t.”

He sits back on his heels, helps me flip over, and then repositions his cock against my pussy while I arch my back. When he teases his tip up and down my wet slit, I’m close to losing it again.

“Tripp, please.”

“Please what, Sunny?” He slaps a hand across my ass cheek. “Beg for it.”

“Please spill your cum deep inside me. I need it,” I pant out between each word.

“Jesus Christ.” He slips into me, slow at first, but then squeezes my hips and goes deep and hard.

“Yes, right there. Oh my God, I’m so close.”

Tripp gives me everything I ask him for and then slides his hand between my thighs and rubs my clit until I explode around him.

“Such a good girl, Sunny. Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m—” His fingers pinch into my hips as his words fall off and he tenses, groaning through his release.

I’m still catching my breath when I feel him pull out and lower between my legs, spreading my cheeks apart.

“What’re you…”

“I want my cum sittin’ inside you all night, love.”

His tongue laps up my pussy, and he shoves his tongue inside, pushing his release back inside me. The sensation sends my nerves into overdrive, and when he buries his whole face in my ass, I cry out at how good it feels.

“You taste so good, baby. Especially mixed with my cum. You wanna try it?”

I nod and am nearly out of breath by the time he helps me roll to my back. When he brings his mouth to mine, I soak in every touch and kiss.

He cups my cheek and gazes at me with so much tenderness it makes me tear up. “I love you so much, Sunny.”

I rest a hand on my belly. “We love you, too.”

“A little to the left,” I direct as Tripp and Landen move the crib for the thirteenth time. I can’t decide which wall I want it against, so they’ve been showing me every possible angle.

“What about on this wall but like angled into the corner? You’ll have direct access from your bedroom without having to go through the whole room and trippin’ on shit in the middle of the night,” Noah says, standing next to me.

“Oh, good point. Okay, let’s try that.”

Landen groans as he and Tripp move it once again.

“Isn’t this the first option we showed you?” Landen complains.

“Maybe, but now that Noah mentioned it, I like the idea of it being closer to the door. Knowin’ me, I’d trip over a toy and break my nose.”

Tripp smirks as Landen curses under his breath.

A moment later, I beam at how perfect it looks. “Yes! Now we can bring in the changing table, rocking chair, and dresser.”

“How did I get roped into this again?” Landen asks, walking toward the door.

“You wanted to be the godfather,” I tease, and that puts a smile on his face.

“Okay, fair enough.” He fist-bumps my belly before heading to the living room. That’s where they spend the first half of the day putting the furniture together.

Tripp leans down and kisses my temple before going to help Landen.

At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, I can’t even see my feet, so I’m no help in carrying anything. Not that Tripp would let me anyway. He waits on me like I’m on my deathbed, but I don’t mind. He loves doing things for me, and I love making him happy.

“I can’t believe you only have a couple of weeks left,” Noah says, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “I feel ready to pop now.”

“Physically, I’m ready to get her out and be able to take a deep breath without feelin’ like I’m gonna crack a rib, but mentally, I’m still scared shitless.”

“Why?”

I take the chair next to hers and lift up my swollen feet.

“I’m worried I won’t be good at it, ya know, being a mother. I don’t have a great relationship with my own, so how am I supposed to know how to be one?”

Noah gives me a sympathetic look and reaches for my hand. “You’ll learn as you go. Just like all of us first-time moms do, but no matter what, you’re not doing it alone. Tripp’s read all the baby books, has like twelve apps downloaded on his phone, and even took a Zoom class to learn about proper feedin’ and diaper changin’. You’re in good hands.”

I laugh because it sounds insane when she says it aloud.

“Plus, you have me, my parents, and Landen. It sounds like Ms. Boone wants to be involved as much as possible, too. You have a large support system, and you can lean on anyone of us, okay?”

I wrap my arms around her and try not to cry.

“And I’m nervous about becoming a mom, too. Fisher never thought he’d have more kids after Lyla died and is scared he’ll drop the baby now. Ya know, PTSD and all. But together, we’re gonna figure it out and be a team. Just like you and Tripp.”

“I really am lucky to have him. There’s no way I’d be here if it weren’t for him. Actually, I have a surprise for him…”

I reach across the counter to the pile of papers and pull out a painting I had made for him from one of the local artists who has a shop near my coffee trailer. It’s of a sleeping baby wearing a white onesie with text on it that says, Will you be my daddy? Underneath, it reads, Willow Jade Hollis.

I’d originally planned on giving her my last name, but I want her to have the last name of the man who’s never left my side. Who got her tattooed on his damn chest. Who loves her unconditionally and she’s not even here yet. I know we’ll get married someday, and I’ll take his last name, too, but for now, I want him to know how much he’s loved and appreciated.

“Oh my gosh, Mags! He’s gonna love this! What a sweet thing to do for him. He better cry at this or else.” She giggles, and I do, too.

Noah and I have both been overly emotional during our third trimester while Tripp always holds himself together. I know part of that is because he’s learned to be guarded over the years after Billy died, but I love that he never makes me feel bad for it. Sometimes they’re happy tears, and sometimes they’re sad ones, but either way, he just brushes them away and kisses my forehead.

“I just need to put it inside the frame and then decide how to give it to him.”

“You should put it somewhere in the nursery and see how long it takes for him to notice,” she muses.

I laugh. “I was thinkin’ something a little more romantic.” Considering the last time I tried to do something sweet, he ruined it by coming home too soon.

“Sunny, come take a look,” Tripp calls from the nursery.

I manage to slide off the stool without pulling a muscle, and Noah waddles behind me as we walk down the hall. The rest of the furniture is in place, and I beam at how great it looks. It still needs a lot of decorating, and I have to organize all the clothes and supplies I got from the baby shower, but I love it already.

“Whaddya think?” he asks.

I wrap my arm around his waist and lean my head against his chest. “It’s perfect.”

He reaches for my belly and rubs his palm over it. “Pretty soon she’ll be here.”

Tilting my head up, I reach for his face and pull him down for a kiss. “It could be sooner if you have sex with me and put me into labor.”

“Christ. Could you two wait until we leave at least?” Landen grumbles, covering his eyes as if we’re about to get naked right now.

“Why’re you actin’ so shy? I thought you liked to watch…” I taunt.

His arm drops immediately, and he glares at Tripp, who holds up his hand in mock surrender. “I didn’t say a word.”

“I snooped through his phone and read your text messages,” I admit shamelessly.

Landen’s brows draw together as he crosses his arms.

“What? I got bored, and Tripp doesn’t care.” I shrug.

“Great. Now I can’t send those dick pics to you anymore.”

“Oh no, what a tragedy,” Tripp deadpans. “But honestly, you can stop that in general. I don’t need to see it in eight different angles with various lighting.”

“I sent two, fuck you very much.”

“Wait a goddamn minute…” Noah finally chimes in, blinking between her brothers. “You share dick pics?”

Landen and Tripp both shrug.

“Why?” Noah asks.

“I had a manscape question, okay? Not all of us like to be completely bare, but I wasn’t sure how short to go.”

Noah gags, and I laugh at how pale her face is.

“Personally, I liked the third photo you sent. Neatly trimmed without taking away from the main attraction. Plus, the girl won’t get a pube rash from it being too scratchy, especially if she’s bare,” I tell Landen.

“See? Should’ve been askin’ Magnolia in the first place,” Tripp says.

“Well, pardon me for not wantin’ you to murder me for sendin’ her pics of my junk. Wasn’t aware that was an option.”

Tripp’s smile drops, and he narrows his eyes at him. “It’s not. Ever.”

Landen rolls his eyes, and Noah looks like she’s questioning a few life decisions.

“So wait. Rewind. Who’s Landen watchin’?” Noah asks.

Landen shakes his head at me, and I chuckle.

“He’s into voyeurism. You know, watchin’ people engage in activities.”

Noah’s nose wrinkles. “Isn’t that just porn?”

I giggle. “In real life, babe. Or a cam website.”

Noah’s mouth falls open as she stares at Landen.

“Did you really have to call me out like that in front of my sister?” Landen sighs. “It’s bad enough you knew.”

“Where do you…watch?” Noah arches a brow, and her mouth twitches like she’s trying to hold back laughter.

“I’m not havin’ this conversation with you.” He shakes his head, walking toward the door to leave.

“Why the hell not? You can talk to Tripp but not me?” Noah asks, offended.

“Exactly.” His voice echoes in the hallway.

“Well, that was fun.” Noah folds her arms. “Except, you two share way too much with each other,” she tells Tripp.

“Oh, and you and Magnolia don’t?”

“We’re not related!” she defends. “Askin’ her to help me shave my lady bits ain’t weird when it’s your best friend.”

Tripp blinks, then looks at me. “What?”

I shrug. “She helped me, so I had to help her.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Noah smarts off to Tripp.

He shakes his head. “You two have no boundaries with each other. It’s a little weird.”

“Says the guy who just admitted to sharin’ dick pics with his brother,” I say.

“That was against my will,” he defends. “I never sent one to him.”

We walk into the living room, and I hug Noah before she leaves. We both have doctor appointments tomorrow, so we’re going together, but I’m sure we’ll talk before then.

“Tell Fisher I said hello and to do his part in helpin’ you go into labor,” I call out as she walks to her car.

“Same goes for you, Tripp!”

“You hear that?” I tease as I meet him on the couch and lie down.

He pulls my feet into his lap and begins rubbing them. “Mm-hmm. But now I’m worried I’m not manscaped right.”

My head falls back on the pillow as I bellow out a laugh. “Want me to send a pic to Landen for you?”

He glowers as I reach for my phone and imitate taking his photo. “Cute.”

“Oh, I have something for you. Stay here.”

I walk to our bedroom where I hid the frame and then go to the kitchen to put the painting inside it.

“Okay, I wanted this to be a little more special, but I can’t wait any longer.” I sit next to him and put the frame face down on his lap. “I thought this would be cute to hang up in the nursery.”

My heart races as he flips it over. He stays silent as he continues staring at it and the longer he goes without speaking, the more anxious I get.

Finally, his throat moves as if he’s swallowed a huge lump. When he looks up and meets my eyes, I see them.

Tears.

“I can’t even express how much this means to me, Sunny.” He shakes his head as he wipes his face.

I take his hand and press my lips against it. “You deserve to be her daddy and for her to have your last name.”

He cups my face and crashes his mouth against mine. I moan as he weaves his fingers through my hair, tilts my head back, and deepens the kiss.

“I love you both so much,” he murmurs. “I have something for you, too. But it has to wait until she’s born.”

Sticking out my lip, I pout. “That ain’t fair. You can’t tell me that and then not show me.”

He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”

I grab the frame and set it on the coffee table, then straddle his legs the best I can with a watermelon-sized stomach between us. Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss him.

“Then you better help me get her out so I can get my present sooner.”

He chuckles against my lips as he squeezes my hips. “I waited seven years for you, so I think you can wait two more weeks.”

I spread my thighs a little wider and grind down on his thickening bulge. “I don’t think you can, though…”

With a deep, throaty groan, he cups my ass and rocks me over his erection. “Take your clothes off. Grab my hat. And then ride my cock.”

My pussy throbs at his words.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.