4: Lyra’s POV
I squirmed against the hot rod pressing against the crack of my ass. When did Elliot get back?
Sleep was still deep in my eyes, but I couldn't ignore the hardness against my back. It was warm and anything but tender. The skin wasn't smooth, yet I had a feeling it would glide easily inside me—if I was wet enough, that is.
“Elliot?” I called gently. The last I saw him, he was in a hurry to get out of the house. There was no way he was suddenly back and cuddling me. He might have been eager to be inside me nonstop when we were newly dating, but not after I told him I was pregnant. I didn't want to admit it, but it was obvious from the look on his face that he felt bound by this pregnancy rather than excited.
“Elliot?” I called again as I reached behind me to hold him.
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