Chapter 9
Silver
Daddy’s turn.
Those words, and the low growl they’d been spoken in, sent a shiver up her spine. And even though she’d just come all over his face, her pussy spasmed as she waited to be filled. To be fucked like Daddy’s good little slut.
She didn’t have to wait long. The blunt head of his cock pressed into her, stretching her with that familiar little bite of pain.
No matter how relaxed she was, no matter how much foreplay they’d engaged in, it always hurt at least a bit to take the size of him inside her.
To let it stretch her, fill her, the way only he could.
“That’s my good girl.” Another low growl as his hand splayed across her stomach, holding her to him. “Think I can get you pregnant again? How do we feel about twins?”
Her laugh was low, breathless with want as he buried himself inside her, rocking his hips gently against her ass. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Elias.”
His thumb rubbed over her stomach, and her heart constricted in her chest. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.
” Lips feathered over the side of her neck and her eyes fluttered closed with a sigh as she tilted her head to give him better access.
“Daddy’s good girl. Taking all of Daddy’s cock in this pretty little pussy.
You’re going to be good and come for me again, baby. ”
Not a question, a simple statement she had no doubt her body would obey. Because when she was with him, like this, her body was no longer her own. It was his to control, his to command, and he knew it.
Still, she knew he’d wanted to hear her say the words. “Yes, Daddy.”
His free hand wrapped around her throat, a gentle pressure that sent her pulse spiking with a delicious fear.
“I love hearing you call me Daddy. I love the way your sweet little pussy feels on my cock. I love that you’re a needy little slut, but only for me.
I love every fucking inch of you, Silver. My Mandy.”
Tears burned in her eyes. He hardly ever called her Mandy anymore, and now he’d done so twice since they’d locked themselves in this bathroom. He really was feeling sentimental, then, and it wrapped around her chest, an aching comfort she nearly couldn’t bear.
“Yours,” she whispered. “Only yours.”
The hand on her throat tightened, pulling her head back as he rocked more insistently inside her, his teeth scraping down her throat. “Say it again. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Daddy. Only you.” Sliding her hand over her stomach, she twined her fingers with his. “Both of us. We’re yours.”
Something inside him snapped at her words, and his movements turned frantic, desperate as he fucked her, the thick length of him scraping at her sensitive inner walls as she spasmed around him.
“Daddy. Daddy, please.”
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you scream for me this time.”
Pressure built inside her, an unstoppable force that grew with every rocking thrust. And then his teeth were on her, sinking into her shoulder, a slicing pain that had that pressure cracking, shattering as she did exactly as she’d been told and came for him, her pussy gripping his cock as she screamed out his name.
“Daddy!”
A hand at her throat, a hand on her stomach, holding her in place as he buried himself in her still spasming pussy one final time with a low groan, his cum filling her as his cock swelled and twitched inside her.
They stayed there for a long while, their shuddering breaths the only sound in the room.
“My good girl,” he murmured, nuzzling the side of her neck. “I can’t wait to have a baby with you, Sil.”
“Let’s see what you’re saying when I wake you up at two a.m. for an ice-cream run.”
“Whatever you want, my beautiful goddess.” He chuckled, the sound sending another delicious shiver racing through her. “You do realize this means way less coffee and a lot more water for you.”
“Ugh. I knew you were going to say that.” But she couldn’t find it in her to be upset about it just then. Not when he was still cradling her stomach, their child in his large hand like they were the most precious thing in the world.
“First thing Monday morning, we’re making an appointment. And when we get home, I’m going to start researching. See what you’re allowed to eat and what’s off the table. I’m going to take care of you, Sil. Both of you.”
Which was code for “I’m going to be impossible to live with and you’re going to want to stab me in the throat by the time the baby comes”.
“I’m counting on it.”
Silver
Somehow, there wasn’t an entire line of people waiting outside the bathroom when they exited. Even more surprisingly, her makeup had held up rather decently to her tears, and she’d mostly been able to hide the damage.
Now they were back in the ballroom, snuggled up together at their table while he pushed water on her and asked for the tenth time in as many minutes if she was hungry.
“There you are!” Lottie dropped into the chair beside Silver, her face flush with happiness and excitement. “Someone said Ice dragged you off somewhere and he looked pissed.” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes dancing as she studied them. “He doesn’t look pissed now.”
“Because I’m not.” As if to prove his point, he brushed a kiss over Silver’s temple, and she had to fight the urge to sigh at the tender touch.
“So you’re okay?”
“Better than okay.” Unthinking, Silver laid a hand across her stomach.
Luckily, Lottie didn’t seem to notice. She just beamed and reached for Silver’s glass. “This is the first time I’ve sat down since our first dance. I’m dying for a drink.” She paused, her hand hovering over the water glass, her gaze sweeping the table. “Where’s your champagne? We need champagne.”
Sitting up straighter, she looked around for one of the dozens of roaming waiters. “Ah! There!”
Before Silver could stop her, Lottie popped out of her chair and snagged three glasses, passing two of them off to Silver and Ice.
“Thank you both for being here. I couldn’t imagine us getting married without you.
” Lottie’s lips twitched as she tapped her glass to Silver’s.
“Because I love you. And a little bit because it got me major points with Aria.”
Silver laughed and raised her glass, though she didn’t drink. “I’d forgotten how fun it was to meet a fan for the first time. You’ve all gotten used to me. I’m old news to you.”
Head thrown back, Lottie let out a loud, delighted laugh of her own. “We could fangirl more, if you want. It wouldn’t take much to get a reaction out of Ruby, even now. Oh! You should throw a party, invite some people. Ruby and Aria will lose their minds.”
“And you’ll be the picture of refinement and grace, I’m sure.”
“Of course.” Lottie raised her flute to her lips again, then frowned. “Do you not like the champagne? Ugh, I told Braden we should have gone with the Bollinger but he insisted the Moet was fine. I’ll get you something else from the bar. What do you want?”
“I’m good with water, really.”
One eyebrow raising, Lottie snorted out a laugh. “Since when? Are you pregnant or something?”
Panic clutched at Silver’s throat. “No. What? Why would you even ask me that? Pregnant? Who said anything about being pregnant?”
Beside her, Ice sighed and muttered under his breath. “Smooth, baby. So smooth.”
Lottie’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropping slightly with shock. “Wait. Are you for real? Are you actually pregnant?”
“What?” Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Frankie settled into the chair on the other side of Ice. “You’re having a baby? Why didn’t you tell us?”
Fuck. This was not how she’d imagined telling her friends. But then again, she hadn’t imagined telling Ice while he had her pressed up against a wall in a public bathroom, either.
She glanced over at him, and Ice just shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I didn’t want to ruin your big day.”
“Ruin it?” Squealing so loudly Silver worried it might shatter her eardrums, Lottie popped up from her chair. “This is the best news ever. I can’t believe you’re having a baby!”
Like a scene out of the movies, Lottie’s voice reached fever pitch at the exact moment the music stopped. Every head within hearing distance—which was a lot because Lottie was not a quiet person—swung to look at them.
From the dance floor, Ruby squealed and raced over to them, Beckett close behind, Cordelia and Ivy and Jacob on their heels. “Are you really pregnant?” Ruby asked, her eyes already filling with tears.
“Yes.” The excitement she hadn’t allowed herself to feel earlier pulsed through her, so strong it made her head swim. “Yes, we’re having a baby.”
More squeals, and then she was up out of her chair, being passed around to all her friends while Beckett pulled Ice to him for a tight hug, followed by Braden and Holden and Jacob.
“You’re going to be an amazing mom,” Cordelia whispered when it was her turn. Ivy burst into tears, and squeezed Silver so tightly she couldn’t breathe.
“I hope you know we’re going to spoil this kid fucking rotten,” Frankie said with a wide grin. “Auntie Frankie has a nice ring to it.”
Emotion clogged Silver’s throat. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”
When she’d been hugged within an inch of her life, Ice nudged her back into her chair, pressing a fresh glass of water on her. Which she happily drank, because she was thirsty and not because he was watching her like a hawk, thank you very much.
Their friends crowded around the table with them, laughing and sharing predictions for what Ice and Silver’s child would be like.
A brat, just like her mama.
God that kid is going to be so fucking talented. Probably come out of the womb playing air guitar. Or drums.
Oh! I hope she has Silver’s hair, no offense, Ice.
He didn’t take offense, not to any of it. Judging by the grin stretched across his face, nothing could have ruined that moment for him.
As the party wound down, she stifled a yawn, earning her a sharp look from Ice. “Maybe we should head home so you can get some sleep.”
“No! I wanna go to the club with everyone else.” Widening her eyes, she puffed out her bottom lip in a practiced pout. “Please, Daddy?”
She saw the moment he relented, and she inwardly cheered. “All right. We can go for a little while to spend time with everyone. But we’re not playing, not until we talk to a doctor about what’s safe for you and the baby.”
Crap. She hadn’t even considered that. And as much as she wanted to play, he was right. “Yes, Sir.”
A smile curved his lips. “Good girl. C’mere.”
Tugging on her hand, he pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapped around her, one hand laying protectively on her stomach. “I love you, Mandy.”
“I love you, too.”
His grin turned mischievous. “Even though I ruined our friendship?”
“You ruined my whole damn life, Elias Turner.” Ducking her head so her lips hovered just over his, she whispered, “And it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Loving each other could ruin everything—their friendship, their band, their whole lives. Begin the Big Daddy Energy series with Ice and Silver in Ruin Me, Daddy.