Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
ROYCE
“Baby boy, is everything ready? Is the table set?” I smile at my mom because she is the most anal person asking me questions she knows the answer to.
“Of course, ma. I set it myself. All that’s left is for us to open the door and let them in.” Today is the day and I am excited for her, but I am also still so fucking bummed out. I haven’t found her, and it is killing me.
“Alright baby. Let’s do this.” She takes a deep breath and nods her head at the guy guarding the door. He opens it and people begin filling the room. Most of them I know. She invites friends and family to this winter feast, every year.
“Hey you. Yeah sure. I know thank you.” I am talking to people trying to be happy and jubilant when I feel anything but. I walk upstairs and grab some extra bottles of wine. On my way down I don’t see my mom anywhere. “Richie, where is my mom?”
“I think she is by the front door.” Nodding, I take the wine to the kitchen and walk that way. I see her hugging someone, but I don’t see their face.
“Hey, ma they are waiting for…oh hey Jacob. Glad you could make it. Jake, nice to see you again.” We shake hands and he turns back to my mom. He starts to speak and then his mouth snaps shut.
“Son, this is Mari, Mila’s friend.” For an endless amount of seconds I say nothing. I have to be hallucinating, right? I mean there is no way she is here, standing in front of me looking at me like she is seeing a ghost, not that I blame her.
She begins to fidget, obviously not sure if she should act like she knows me or not. Fuck that. Jacob touches her, I know to try to protect her. He stands a little in front of her and I have to stop the growl welling up inside of me.
“Take care of your own woman, Monroe. I got this one.” Out of the corner of my eye my mom is looking intrigued, shocked and then I see when she puts it together. “Let’s go.” I say to Mari and pull her into the back of the restaurant toward the office.
“Royce what?” She starts to say, but when I turn and look at her like don’t even try, she snaps her mouth shut. Once we are inside and the door is locked, I stand in front of it, both hands on the door, head bowed trying to get myself together. My girl, the one I have been searching for is here, in front of me and I can physically touch her. It’s too much. “Are you going to say something?” Her voice is a whisper. A tentative, unsure question. Turning, I look at her taking in her beauty.
“Yes. I’m just trying to calm down, baby.” She nods her head. “I have so many questions. But first I need to kiss you, so I know you’re real.” Taking her soft hand I pull her into my arms where I have been longing for her to be. Leaning in, I wait for her to meet me halfway. The second her lips touch mine we both moan. There is no tongue being used, but you wouldn’t know it.
“Whoa,” she says pulling back for air.
“I know, sweet girl. But that wasn’t enough.” She looks confused until I pick her up and put her on the desk. I rub my hands up and down her thigh. “You have no idea how long I have been waiting to be able to touch you again.” She bites her lower lip and looks at me, so sexy and sweet.
“I have some idea.” Damn. She’s been looking for me too?
Unzipping her jacket, I take in her body even though it is covered by a sweater. “Still so beautiful.” I rub her cheek. “You look different.” She stills a bit, and I feel like I am missing something. “It’s a good different, baby. You have a glow that wasn’t there before.”
“Yeah well, I think we should get back.” She abruptly tries to get down from the desk, but I am blocking her not planning on letting her down anytime soon, especially now when I am sure I have missed something.
“Mari, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Her head is down, and she refuses to look at me. “Sweetness, please talk to me. Whatever it is, I am here for you. Now that I have found you I am never losing you again, so tell me.” When she looks up I want to slit my fucking wrists. She is crying and it is the most devastating thing I have ever seen. “Please, stop. Stop the tears. I can’t… you're breaking my heart.”
Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her head and tell her everything is going to be okay. I promise her I am here for her no matter what, but I also remind her I can’t be there if she doesn’t tell me what is going on.
Finally after about ten minutes, she wipes her face on my shirt. I groan and give her my gross face which makes her giggle.
“Sorry.” She gives me a cheeky but still unsure smile.
“Like hell you are.” That is the sound I need to hear every day. “Are you ready to tell me now?” She nods her head even though she is biting her lip. I watch her take a deep breath and then she looks at me.
“I’m pregnant.” My hand stops mid motion from rubbing her arms as what she says sink in.
“What did you say?” I need her to repeat it.
“I’m pregnant.” Holy shit. It fucking worked. “The baby is yours, Royce.”
“Of course it is. I popped that fucking cherry and labeled it.” She looks at me like I am crazy, but I puff my chest out. That night in her room I damn well knew what I was doing when I nutted in her without protection. I just didn’t anticipate missing almost half of it.
Frustration overtakes me because now even though her coat is off, she has on a sweater. Logically I know it is cold out, but it is keeping me from something that belongs to me “Lie back, baby.”
“Why?” she asks, trying to decide if she wants to do it.
“Because I want to see it.”
“See what?” Help me god. She looks hornier than a goat right now and I am going to oblige but first I need to see my baby.
“Your stomach, then your pussy.” I lift her shirt over her head and stumble slightly when I see she is not wearing a bra, but her bump is overshadowing that fact. I rub it with my hands first, acquainting myself with it, letting the hardness seep through me, letting the wonder and joy I feel sink into my skin before leaning over and kissing it.
“Royce,” she gasps, putting her hand in my hair. I ignore her plea for a second and talk to my child.
“Hi little one. I’m your daddy. I’m sorry I haven't been here with you and your mommy, but now that I know, I am never going anywhere. I love you so much, jellybean.” I kiss it one more time and then my mind is only on her pussy that I can smell. With no finesse, I take off her pants and panties, smiling when I see the wet spot in the middle. Pocketing them, I smirk at her. “Saving these for later.” She almost looks scandalized.
“Royce.” She means it to be a reprimand, but it sounds more like permission. I pull her further to the edge of the desk, so her ass is right on the end and inhale the scent I have been missing all this time. “How is it possible you still smell like a virgin and you’re carrying my child?”
“Oh shit Royce,” she whines rocking her head from side to side.
“I know,” I say, stripping off my pants. My boxers goes next, and I grip my cock in my hand.
“I don’t remember it being that big.” Her apprehension makes me feel ten feet tall, but it doesn’t stop her from licking her lips while she looks at my aching, dripping dick. I can’t help stroking it.
“Stop fucking saying shit like that to me, sweetness. Damn it. I wanted to take my time and lick this honeycomb before I fucked you, but I need to be inside of you.” Luckily enough the desk is at the perfect height to slide into her heat forcing me to tell her the truth. “This one is going to be quick. I need to take the edge off. Then we are going to finish this dinner, and you are coming home with me.” She opens her mouth to protest I am sure, but I stop it with my first thrust. She moans in delight and pain. “Fuck,” I growl through gritted teeth.
“Royce, I can’t,” she says, simultaneously trying to push me but holding on at the same time.
“Yes the fuck you can. You are going to take what I give you and love it.” My thumb strokes her clit because I am already on the brink.
“I’m so close. Harder,” she cries. I can feel her quivering, her nails digging into my skin while she tries to take the pain but demanding I give her more. This fucking girl is perfect for me. I rut into her faster, my finger leaving bruises on her thighs. “Son of bitch, this pussy is hot,” I say right before I lean over the desk and take one of her nipples in my mouth. My finger doesn’t stop putting pressure on her clit. “I fucking love you baby” is the last thing I say before my heat shoots inside of her like it did the night we made our baby
She begins to scream my name as her orgasm takes over, her body shaking but I manage to cover her mouth with my hand. I fuck into her harder and harder until my own desires are sated. No one hears my good girl's pleasures but me. No one. Pulling out of her, I watch my cum fall from her pussy to her ass. I can’t help but to stick it back in wishing I could breed her again, but we have plenty of time for that. So instead, I hold my hand out and help her up, kissing her lips, softly.
“Are you alright, baby?” She nods her head.
“Yeah I’m okay.” She kisses me first and I moan pulling her by her neck making it a bit more aggressive before placing my forehead on hers.
Helping to put her clothes back in place, I stand her in front of me and look her in her eyes. “From this moment forward, you are with me every fucking day. You and my child are going to be my responsibility, my family, my future.”
“Royce, I don’t think…” I don’t know what she is going to say, but right now is not the time.
“Not now, Mari. Right now we are going to go out there, enjoy some food, I am going to introduce you to my mom, then you are coming home with me where I can fuck you like I want to and sleep with you in my arms. Got it?” Her face turns fifty shades of red and it makes my prick happy. “Say yes, baby.” I see her mind spinning but then she looks at me and gives me a smile.
“Okay Royce.” Thank fuck. Now I just need a plan for forever.