Chapter 12
LORNA
I let him carry me into my bedroom and lay me down on the bed, then I watch as he takes off his shirt and unbuckles his belt. It gives me plenty of time to change my mind, plenty of time to rethink what we’re about to do, but all I can focus on is him. I’ve spent so much of the time I’ve known Nic, disliking him. Hating him for how handsome he was, hating him for never noticing me, or for treating me like an inconvenience. I never really took the time to seek out any good or to admire him. So, that's what I do as he takes off his slacks and underwear, then stands with his thick, hard cock in front of him. I want to reach out and grab it. I want to kiss him the way he just kissed me, but I get the sense that Nic needs control.
“Why do you look scared?” he asks as he leans over my body and lets his cock rest between my pussy lips.
“I’m not scared, we’re just crossing boundaries again.” I swallow thickly as his tip strokes over my clit.
“Baby, this is just me giving you what you need,” he whispers, and who am I to argue as he rolls his hips and strokes his cock through my center. “I like being what you need. I like it that you have my baby settled inside you, and I like that your pussy gets wetter each time I touch it,” he tells me and I can’t help smiling at his words. Knowing I have an effect on him makes things seem a little more even.
These last few weeks I haven’t been able to get this man out of my head, he only has to brush past me and I soak my panties. I even like the way he makes me being pregnant with his baby, sound like he’s claimed me. He’s prepared to tell my mom and stepdad that we’re a couple and there’s a part of me that kind of wants it to be true.
“Spread open for me baby, let me take care of this pregnant pussy.” He dips his head between us and spits on my clit, making my insides clench and my fingers grip the sheets. I feel his warm, wet saliva trickle through my folds and pool at my entrance as he moves up my body and lets his cock tease me there.
“I fucking love the way you look when you’re needy,” he tells me, holding his cock in his hand and drawing circles around my entrance. “Look at you, throbbing and puckering to feel me inside you. You want me to fill you all the way, pretty girl?” He spits again, this time on the thick head of his cock. “Fuck, princess, you really like it when I do that.” He smiles as he takes my jaw in his hand again. “You want to try something new, dirty girl?” he asks and when I nod my head, the smile on his face turns wicked. “Open that pretty mouth for me, let me see that tongue” He squeezes the hollows of my cheeks forcing me to open wider and when I do as he requests, he shocks the hell out of me when he spits directly onto it.
“How do you like that?” I stare right back at him still in shock.
“Swallow it down, like a good baby mamma. Show me that you’ll take whatever I give you.” I don’t hesitate to do what he orders. It’s degrading and humiliating, and I should want to slap his face for it but this man has somehow made it feel like a reward.
“You like that? Your pussy is telling me you liked it,” he assures me as he edges the tip of his cock inside me. “You're a strange, little creature, Lorna James. I wish I could figure you out. Maybe that's one of the other things I like about you,” he confesses, as he fills me with more solid inches.
“Does that mean there's more?” I can’t help wondering…and hoping.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.” He grips me tighter, as if he’s trying to hold back and I don’t know if he’s naming another thing on the list or if it’s just a distraction from my question. “ My fucking pussy, Lorna. Let me hear you say that.” He drags himself back out and slams into me again.
“Yours,” I agree. Already feeling myself building to another orgasm.
“Good girl. You can be such a good fucking girl when you want to be.” He releases his fingers from my jaw so he can slide them down my neck. “Mine to fuck. Mine to worship, and mine to come in. Do you like feeling my cum inside you?”
“Yes.” I don’t even have to think about that. I’m pretty certain that since his seed invaded my body, it’s taken complete control of it because this is not who I am.
“Good, because you're getting lots more. I like the idea of knocking you up again.” I’m shocked as hell when his words instantly trigger me to come, my hips thrusting against his as I growl like an animal.
“Mmmm. That’s right, you show me how much you like it when I own you.” He sounds close to finishing, himself, and when he makes one final thrust into me, hard and deep, he stills. I feel him offload inside me and I sigh like a needy fucking whore.
What the hell has happened to me?
“Come here.” He wraps me up tight in his arms, keeping his cock buried. “I’m right here,” I tell him, clutching his back as he stares down at me. “Right now, there's nobody on this earth more important than you,” he tells me while catching his breath. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You just…” He stops himself from saying anymore and tenses his jaw.
“Nic?” I let him see how confused I am. Where did all that come from?
“You just have to be honest with me, okay? About everything.”
“Sure.” I nod back slowly, and when he kisses my forehead and snuggles back into my body, I don’t move or tell him he should leave. I just stroke my hands through his hair and take in the scent of him, while his cock remains hard inside me.
His breaths get softer and I realize he’s fallen asleep. I should probably wake him up and tell him to leave but having him here, like this, feels far better than it should so I let him be.
“Are you nervous?” I ask Nic as he checks his tie in the mirror by the door.
“About meeting your mom? No.” He shakes his head and at least tries to act confident. “But just out of interest, do you think she’s going to like me?”
“You put a baby in me before I graduated college, she’s going to hate you.” I manage to keep a straight face until his eyebrows rise and he swallows nervously. “Relax, I was kidding,” I burst out laughing. “You should see your face, though. I didn’t think the great Nic Conte was capable of fear.”
“Yeah, well the great Nic Conte has never done the whole meet the parent thing before.” He shrugs into his jacket.
“She’s going to see that we’re handling this right and that you have a secure jo–” I pause when I remember there's something I have to tell him.
“What?” Nic must sense from my face that there’s something I’m keeping from him because he tilts his head and has that, I know you did something stupid , look on his face.
“I kind of told her you were a realtor” I bite my lip awkwardly, as I move closer and readjust his tie for him. He wears one most days so I don’t know how he manages to never get it central.
“Lorna, I don’t know jack about selling houses.”
“Well, I could hardly tell her the truth. Come to think about it, Nic, I don’t even know what the truth is. What do you do?” I step back and study him curiously.
“I…That's not for you to worry about,” he stutters as he moves past me to grab my jacket and hold it open for me.
“Come on, Nic, I was hardly going to tell her that my baby daddy is part of the mafia crime family.” I laugh as I slide my arms into the sleeves then pick up my purse and follow him toward the door.
“Say that again, I liked it.” He stops and turns around so fast that I bump into his chest. Slowly, I raise my eyes to look up at his, all the while willing our lips to touch again.
“Mafia crime family,” I say the words slowly and sarcastically.
“Not that, the thing you said before. What you called me.” The way his eyes slightly squint makes my pussy clench like he’s missing from it.
“Baby Daddy.” This time I try to sound seductive, and it must work because he presses my body up against the door and lets me feel for myself what it’s done to him.
“If I wasn’t so keen to make a good impression on your mom and arrive on time, I’d have you say that again with this cock stroking against your cervix.” Just the thought makes my nipples harden and my clit pulse. “But first impressions count so it’s going to have to wait.” He kisses me roughly on the lips and then opens the door for me.
“Since when has kissing become something we just do?” I ask as I move out into the hall.
“Since you made it impossible not to.” He gives me my answer sharply before calling for the elevator.
Things have been really good between us these past few days. Nic has slept in my room every night since Serena’s birthday, and it’s kind of cute the way his hand rests on my tummy all night. It’s starting to feel as if we are in some kind of unspoken relationship, and I know we should talk about it but things are going too well, I don’t want to spoil it. Maybe our getting closer has made it easier for me to notice that Nic has something on his mind. He’s gotten even more protective over me since the party, he doesn’t even let Seb drive me where I need to go, anymore. I really hope that his need to be by my side, twenty-four/seven, isn’t pissing off Dario because if I’m being honest, I’m not just getting used to it, I’m actually starting to like it.
“So, did you tell your friends about me coming on your trip?” he asks as he drives towards my mother’s house. I never gave him an address yet he seems to know where he’s going.
“Yeah, I told them.” I look down at my lap. Cass was, of course, excited, Jonah just shrugged, and Wes…he looked kind of put out. He’s started acting strange lately. He stares at me for far too long and often speaks negatively about Nic which is starting to piss me off. Not that I’d ever tell Nic about it. I wouldn’t want to wake up one morning and find out that Wes was swimming with the fishes or worse, have to admit that Nic might have been right about him.
“I’m pleased you sorted it out. I asked Dario about the jet and he says it’s fine as long as nothing urgent comes up. You know, I was thinking–”
“Let’s not talk about the trip,” I cut him off.
“I thought you were excited about it?” He looks confused.
“I am but it’s still two months away, we have a lot to get through first. Starting with this.” I take a deep breath as we pull up outside my mom and Kevin’s house.