Surprise Baby for the Don (Dark Daddies #2)

Chapter 29

29

Ginny

T he moment we get back to the house, all I can think about is taking a hot shower. I feel disgusting, covered in a mixture of sweat, blood, concrete and potentially vomit. My mouth feels fuzzy and gross from throwing up earlier. But as desperate as I am for a refresh, it takes all I have just to get to the bathroom.

My legs feel shaky, and when I finally manage to stumble into Mateo’s bathroom, my trembling hands grip the edge of the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. There’s blood on my cheek, smeared across my jaw, grime caked on my skin. I feel the weight of everything that just happened settling over me, sinking into my bones. The adrenaline is fading, leaving me raw and exhausted.

Then my eyes trail down to my abdomen. Despite everything that’s just happened, I feel a strange energy humming through me. It feels like a warm, beautiful light, spreading through my whole body. Even without the extra confirmation, I know I’m pregnant. Mateo’s child is growing in me, and he or she is giving me the strength I need to go on. I suddenly feel the electric thrill of new life.

I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower, twisting the handle until the warm water splashes down, filling the room with steam. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as my muscles slowly begin to unclench and relax after that nightmarish experience. I step under the spray, the warmth enveloping me, washing away the cold, the fear, the memories.

But as the water cascades over me, I feel the weight of it all press down again. My hands shake as I reach for the soap, barely able to hold it steady. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the warmth, on the sensation of being safe, but it’s hard to shake the images from my mind. I see my beat up father, David’s face as he fell, the blood on the ground, the sound of gunfire echoing around us. There are dozens of bodies on the ground, all dead, and I feel my stomach clench again in fear. My tears blend in with the shower stream.

Suddenly I feel the air shift, and I open my eyes to see Mateo stepping into the shower with me, his expression soft, tender in a way that makes my heart ache. He reaches for the soap, his hands steady, gentle, as he lathers it between his palms before sliding them over my shoulders, down my arms, across my back. His touch is careful, soothing, as if he’s trying to erase every trace of what I just went through.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his voice low, filled with a warmth that settles over me, calming the last remnants of fear.

I nod, unable to find the words, leaning in to his touch as he continues to wash me, his hands moving over my skin with a tenderness that brings tears to my eyes. He’s quiet, focused, as if he knows exactly what I need, as if he’s making a silent promise with each gentle touch.

His hands slide down my arms, over my hands, and he lifts them to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to each knuckle, his eyes capture mine.

“Nothing will ever happen to you again,” he whispers, his voice fierce. “I swear to you.”

I feel the weight of his words, the sincerity in his gaze, and I believe him. I know he means it. But I also know that this world we live in, the life we lead, is filled with risks, with dangers I can’t control. I lean into him, pressing my forehead against his chest, letting his warmth, his strength, surround me. His arms wrap around my shoulders and he holds me in a loose embrace.

“It can’t happen again,” I murmur against his chest, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “It can’t, Mateo. I have too much to lose now.”

He tilts my chin up, his gaze searching, questioning, and I know I have to tell him. My heart races, my stomach twists, but there’s a strange sense of peace settling over me. I meet his gaze as I let the words fall from my lips. With the intensity of the night over, it was best to rip the bandage off now. Maybe, just maybe, it could be the light at the end of the tunnel that was today.

“I’m pregnant,” I tell him confidently, buoyed by the little life inside of me.

His eyes widen, shock flashing across his face, but it’s quickly replaced by something else. Joy, pure and unrestrained, lights up his features in a way that takes my breath away. He cups my face in his hands, his eyes shining as he searches my face, as if he can hardly believe it.

“You’re serious?” he whispers, his voice filled with awe, with wonder.

I nod, a small smile breaking through the now-happy-tears that spill over my cheeks. “I took a test before I was taken. I probably should see a doctor to confirm, but—”

Before I can finish, he pulls me into a fierce embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me as if he’ll never let go. I can feel his heartbeat against mine, steady, strong, a reminder that we’re here, together, that we made it through.

He pulls back, his hands still framing my face, and he presses his lips to mine, the kiss gentle, tender, filled with a love that makes my heart feel like it’s about to burst. His lips slide against mine under the warm spray, his tongue teasing, but not entering just yet.

“I love you, Ginny,” he murmurs as he pulls away slightly, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”

I smile through my tears, my hands reaching up to cradle his face, my thumb brushing over his cheek. I realize that there are tears there, too, though he would probably prefer to pretend it’s just water from the shower.

“I love you, too, Mateo,” I tell him fiercely, letting every emotion I’m feeling somehow color my words. “You’ve changed my life for the better.”

He kisses me again, his hands roaming over my body, over the curve of my stomach, as if he’s already claiming our child, already promising to protect, to cherish, to love. And in that moment, standing under the warm spray of water, wrapped in his arms, I feel safe. I feel loved. For the first time in a long time, I feel whole.

He backs me up gently against the wall, his hands caressing and squeezing every part of my body he can reach. I gasp as his fingers brush over my taut nipples, but he doesn’t linger anywhere long, almost like he’s trying to read my body in braille, to memorize every bump and blemish. It’s incredibly sweet and intimate, especially when he begins to trail his hands with his mouth, sucking, biting, tasting every inch of me.

My body is trembling, but not out of fear or cold. I’m so unbelievably turned on by his simple actions, I can barely stand up on my own. He seems to sense this, his hands finding my hips and pinning me between himself and the wall. His own excitement is very evident between us. I meet his eye and nod, letting him know how much I want this. I need it.

One of his hands cups my ass, moving torturously slowly down my thigh, then wrapping low around my calf and lifting it up. He wraps it around his waist, giving him better access. I’m desperate for him now, hardly able to control my breathing or the moans that come from deep within my core.

His other hand cups my ass, slightly lifting me up as he slowly enters me, all my weight supported by him. It’s not unlike our first time, but less fevered. More reverent.

“I’m never letting you go, ever again,” he grunts.

He thrusts solidly into me and I come almost instantly around him, gushing my release all over his cock. Before he can follow me into oblivion, he pulls out of me and lowers me to my feet. I mewl a protest, but he holds out his hand, ready to lead me to the next step. I grab it, knowing there’s nowhere he’ll go that I won’t follow.

We both step out of the shower, dripping on the tile and floor mats. He doesn’t even bother with towels, instead guiding us both to bed and lifting up the covers. We both slip under, the water absorbed by the sheets as he positions himself on top of me and kisses me deeply, roughly.

I moan into his mouth as I feel his hand trailing down my body until it reaches my throbbing core. I’m nearly feral for him, my body writhing in desire and anticipation. My hands twist in his hair as I lift up my hips to rub against him, showing him that I need him as badly as he seems to need me. He gasps against me as I rub against his erection.

His finger gently plunges inside of me, working me to near insanity with every movement. He adds another finger, then another, stretching me, preparing me for him. As used to him as my body has become, he never ceases to find ways to bring me endless pleasure. My hips buck wildly against his fingers, riding them until I’m close to the edge, my muscles tensing in anticipation of another release.

But I don’t want to fall apart without him. I grab his wrist to stop him, pulling away just slightly to show him what it is I need. My hand moves to his manhood, gently grabbing it and stroking. He shudders against my touch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he hisses out a stream of curses.

“That feels so fucking good,” he groans, his head falling against my shoulder.

I push his shoulder, until he understands. We switch positions, him lying on his back, and I climb on top of him, feeling a sense of power and control that I didn’t think I would ever feel. I stroke him again and position him at my entrance. Our eyes lock and he watches me with a hooded, lazy expression as I lift myself up and slowly slide down his length until he’s fully sheathed inside of me.

I feel so full I might split open. There’s a satisfied, wicked smirk plastered to his face. He’s loving this, loving me in charge, taking control of his body. I lean down and kiss him hard as I slowly start to ride him, raising myself up and slamming back down.

His hands grip my waist hard, trying to find purchase. He helps us find a semblance of a pace. My heart swells as he brings me the most intense physical pleasure I’ve ever felt. This isn’t just sex between us, not just two bodies coming together for release.

He loves me. And I love him.

His hands begin working up my sides, lightly brushing at the sensitive skin there, tickling me unintentionally. I lean back, grasping his calves as I try to deepen our position even more. I want to feel him in ways I’ve never have, to pull him so deeply inside of me that he’s under my skin, so that we are just one person rather than two.

My eyes slam shut, stars starting to form behind them. Our breathing becomes increasingly labored as I take him deeply, his thick cock filling me to the brim. Soon, the stars become exploding fireworks, my breath so shallow I’m finding it hard to breathe as I scream out my intense pleasure.

As he comes undone, he pulls me to him, holding me against his chest until our breathing slows to normal. Finally sated, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.