Chapter Twenty-One Abra
I awake hard as granite and ready to explode.
My eyes drift down to a sexy sight. Rey’s head bobs up and down as she sucks my dick into her hot, moist mouth.
My hips jerk when she takes me deep and swallows.
Holy shit, the woman’s mouth is intoxicating.
I’m close to coming, but I don’t want to cum in her mouth.
With tremendous effort, I lift her until she releases my cock with a pop.
Her eyes snap to mine as she whimpers with need.
I settle her so she’s straddling my legs as I reach over and pull a condom out of my nightstand.
“I want to be inside you,” I whisper as I rip open the package.
Before I can slide the condom over my hard cock, Rey takes it and uses her mouth to cover my shaft.
Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her to align my cock with her slit and slowly impale her.
I groan as I sink into her velvety heat, my eyes lock with her beautiful green orbs.
She’s so fucking wet that I feel her essence dripping over my balls. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Rey slaps her hands on my chest as she leans forward to grind her nub against my pelvis.
The wildness in her eyes tells me she’s close to the edge.
I’m not ready to let her topple over, but I can’t fight my building orgasm much longer.
I was already so close before I experienced heaven by being buried deep in her cunt.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I lift her several inches before slamming her down as I thrust myself deep into her channel.
Our movements speed up and turn jerky until I feel her clamp around me as she screams out her orgasm.
A few thrusts later, I follow her over. She collapses on my chest as we both gasp for air.
“Fuck woman, feel free to wake me up every day like that,” I tell her while stroking my hand over her hair and down her back.
She feels so good lying on top of me. I could almost fall back asleep with how comfortable I am.
However, I know I need to take care of the condom before I deflate, although I’m surprisingly still hard after shooting my load.
This woman is going to change my life. “Let me get us cleaned up.”
Rey rolls off me and watches as I tie off the condom to toss it in the trash. I notice her frown and raise my eyebrow in question. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head instead of answering. Seeing the sadness on her face, I grab her hand and pull her to me. “Let’s take a shower.” Once we’re in the shower, I take great care cleaning her from forehead to toes. “I want to wash your hair, but how?” I ask, fingering her braids.
She chuckles and shows me what to do. I massage her scalp as I follow her instructions. Then I do the same with the conditioner. Once I finish, I bop her on the nose with my finger. “Tell me what made you so sad.”
Rey sighs heavily before locking eyes with me. “It’s foolish.”
“Tell me,” I push.
“Seeing you use a condom made me feel dirty,” she says.
Frowning, I study her face. “I don’t understand.”
“Most guys wear condoms to protect against pregnancy. Since I’m already pregnant, I figured you used one because you didn’t know if I was carrying a disease.
I’m not, by the way. After Dontel and I broke up, I got tested.
We never had sex without a condom, which is why I was surprised I got pregnant.
I thought maybe we slipped one time, even though I don’t remember a time when we went bareback.
I was also on the pill, but a month and a half ago, I was on antibiotics. ”
She’s nervous and rambling. I let her finish before speaking again.
“I didn’t put on a condom because I was trying to protect myself.
I put it on for you. For your peace of mind.
I’m a biker. While I don’t fuck a new woman every night, I’m not celibate.
I never fuck without a condom, but I know you don’t know me well enough to know that. I wanted you to feel protected.”
Rey closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I really know how to fuck things up, don’t I?”
“Not in the least,” I assure her. “I want you to feel comfortable asking me anything or saying whatever is on your mind.”
“Doesn’t my being pregnant bother you?”
Rather than answer her right away, I maneuver her under the stream of water to wash away the conditioner and soap. Once done, I draw her back to me and wait for her to open her eyes. I want her to see the truth in mine.
“Your being pregnant doesn’t change my attraction to you.
You are a strong, beautiful woman. It was your strength that originally drew me to you the day we rescued you from those assholes.
The way you protected those other women caught my attention.
Then I learned you were smart, funny, and confident.
You’re also incredibly sexy. I definitely want a repeat of last night and this morning,” I tell her with a grin.
She doesn’t return my smile, and I can see the guarded expression in her eyes.
“I don’t know what the future holds, but I know I’ve never met anyone who made me think about a future.
I want to see where this goes,” I say, waving my finger between the two of us.
“I want to see where we go, too, but that doesn’t answer my question. What happens if I decide to keep the baby? Would that change how you feel?”
“In all honesty. Yes, but only because it is a big decision. Not just for me, but for you, too. From what you said last night, I know you aren’t ready to make a decision about the baby.
I agree that it is something you don’t want to rush.
I don’t get a say in that decision. Regardless of what you decide, I want to explore whether our attraction to each other can develop into something more.
If being with you also includes a beautiful baby girl or boy who looks just like you, then that’s going to be a bonus I never expected. ”
Rey closes her eyes as a tear escapes. I wipe it away with my thumb before kissing her forehead. “You don’t have to make the decision today. Let’s get dressed and have some breakfast.”
Rey seems lighter as I wrap her in a towel and give her a gentle push toward the bedroom. I finish my shower and then join her. She’s already dressed and waiting for me. I pull on my jeans, boots, and a t-shirt before shrugging on my kutte.
“Breakfast?”
“Yes, please. I’m starving.”
“Any thoughts on how you want to spend the day?”
“I was thinking of spending the day at your warehouse and working on finding the original owners of the items you liberated,” Rey says.
“Really?”
She nods. “I need the distraction, and work is always the best distraction. I thought you could tell me more about what you know about the pieces, and I’ll put together a plan for identifying the original owners.”
“I think that’s a great idea. I keep a journal where I’ve written down what I’ve learned about each piece. I also included the reason why I stole it. You can start with that. There is a desk on the third floor that you can use. How does that sound?”
“Brilliant!”
When we head downstairs, we find everyone sitting at the table waiting for breakfast. I pull out a chair for Rey before taking the seat next to her.
As soon as I’m seated, the door to the kitchen opens for Conor and Danny to exit.
Each carries two plates of food. Danny places his in front of Cleo and Hex while Danny serves Dixie and Delphine.
They repeat the process until each of us has plates piled high with French Toast, scrambled eggs, and several slices of bacon.
“What are you two up to?” Hex asks me.
“Rey has agreed to help me restore the items I collected to their rightful owners,” I tell him. “I’m going to take her back to the warehouse so she can do research there.”
Hex nods as he chews his food. “How are you going to return the items without putting the authorities on Abra’s tail?”
“I have a few ideas. I need to know more about the pieces and the owners before I can put together a plan. We may want to create a foundation that focuses on returning stolen items to their rightful owners. I could position the foundation in such a way that it offers immunity to those relinquishing the artwork. It would offer some anonymity. No one has to know that just one person is doing the relinquishing.”
Hex stares at her, and I wonder if he’s going to reject the idea. Finally, he nods at her.
“Wait, are you talking about your cache?” Cicero asks, perking up as he shovels in eggs. “I want to help!”
“I thought you were working with Cleo and Pirate on the auction?” I ask him, surprised at his offer. He was aware of my collection, but had never seen it. I figured he didn’t want to get involved in case the police ever caught on to what I was hiding.
“I’ve given them all the information I know,” Cicero says.
“We’ve learned everything we can about the other buyers.
One is an old family friend of the De Villiers.
They fled France around the same time and both wound up here.
We aren’t sure of his motives, but his financial situation suggests that he isn’t a contender.
We think the other is your run-of-the-mill homebuyer. He isn’t a contender either.”
“What about the lawyer? Have you learned anything more about Benoit? Is he working for himself or a client?”
“We haven’t found anything more. Although he represents Miguel Costa,” Pirate says.
“Is that important?” I ask.
“Maybe. Miguel Costa is extremely wealthy and a big fan of Marie Antoinette. If he thinks the De Villiers are hiding a treasure related to her, he’d want in on the deal. If he’s involved, well, that’s some serious money that we’re going up against,” Cicero says.