26. Stop Calling Me That #3
“Promise.”
His bluebell eyes hold mine, confidence radiating within. It’s a turn on, knowing he’s certain about this when I’m not. I need his strength and want him. Desire burns through my veins as quickly as striking a match. I don’t question it or fight it. I don’t want to. “Lock the door.”
A wicked grin curls the corner of his lips. “You want to play doctor and patient?”
“I want to play with your cock,” I say, boldly.
His eyes widen with a hungry gleam. “You’re a naughty angel.”
I fling the blanket off and move my leg with the cast. “Do you think this will be a problem?” My ankle doesn’t hurt, but it might get in the way.
“Not at all.”
“What are you waiting for then? Lock the door.”
He darts away and returns in a heartbeat, his shirt already on the floor. His muscular chest, roped abs, and chiseled hip bones have me drenched instantly. I yank my gown off and toss it aside, bearing my breasts to him. His gaze goes to my beaded nipples, and he licks his lips.
“Lie back.” He presses the button on the remote to lower the head of the bed. It buzzes and flattens as he strips out of his shoes and pants.
His muscles flex beneath the smooth skin of his god-like body, his cock engorged and ready as he climbs onto the bed and hovers above me on all fours.
He kisses my lips, teasing me with his tongue.
My core floods even more, if possible. I moan and send my fingers into his silky hair, pulling the ends.
Wes kisses a path to my breasts, sucking my nipples greedily until I’m writhing, and then lowers to my belly. He tucks his bangs behind one ear, long lashes flicking up as his blue gaze catches mine, and kisses the space that holds our baby.
Tears brim my eyes at the tenderness. This man and our baby are my future.
I have someone who will never abandon or hurt me.
Who will literally kill to protect me. I might have saved Wes in that garden, but he rescued me from a tragic life filled with heartache and loss and gave me his love.
I don’t fully understand how he can love someone as broken as me and with so little to offer, but I don’t want to ever lose it.
As if he knows my train of thought, he says, “You’re mine, Fable. Mine to protect. To cherish. To love forever.” He kisses my belly again. “All you have to do is let me.”
I almost tell him I love him then and there.
I want to, but fear keeps me silent. The word holds so much weight.
It’s all I have to give, the only thing of value.
Giving it away means giving that person power over you.
They can make or break you. So I hold onto it for a little bit longer, knowing Wes will understand.
He slides my panties down my legs, and off, his gaze on mine. I spread my legs wide to keep my cast from scratching him as he settles between my thighs. He kisses the space above my clit, then licks me there.
I moan, aching and ready for him. “Don’t tease me. Please. I need you.”
“Need me or want me?” He licks my sensitive bud again and cups my breasts with his big hands, caressing my nipples.
“Both,” I exhale. “Both so badly.”
He licks my slit. “You’re sopping wet, little angel. I like that.” His tongue thrusts inside me, moving in and out, then he sucks on my clit while fucking me with his fingers until I’m panting and writhing on the verge of an orgasm.
Seconds before I spasm, he moves over me, bracing his weight on his arm, and thrusts his thick cock inside me. I moan, finally filled in the way I want.
Wes moans too. “Fuck, Fable. You feel so good. So bloody good. You were made for me.” He pumps in and out with long, deep strokes that have my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
He sucks on my beaded nipple, and I come, clenching his cock so tightly he groans but doesn’t move, just lets me ride out the orgasm.
His lips claim mine in a sensual kiss, his cock still hard inside me. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Can you handle more?” he whispers between seductive flicks of his tongue.
“Of you? Always.”
“Great answer.” He pumps in and out of me at a measured pace, his hand fondling my breast before lowering to pinch my clit.
My arousal spikes again. Soon, I’m pulling his head down to my shockingly sensitive nipples. He sucks it harder this time and nips it with his teeth. I almost shoot off the bed. He pumps faster.
“Wes,” I pant. “Oh god, Wes!”
“Come for me, angel.” He plunges deep, and I explode.
A second later, he groans and comes inside me.
I lie there panting, taking up most of the bed, too weak to care. For a blissful moment, I forgot I was in a hospital, my leg in a cast, and that I was pregnant.
“Did I hurt you?” Wes whispers near my ear and kisses my cheek.
“No.”
He scoops me up and turns me so I lay on my side, then settles behind me, his long legs touching the back of mine. “How’s that?”
“Good,” I murmur, loving the feel of his big, warm body.
He wraps his strong arms around me and tucks me close, his breath on my hair. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I yawn and drift asleep.