Chapter 15 Greedy #2
With a long breath, I force out some of my pent-up frustration.
I’m not upset with Hunter, but this whole situation is picking at the scabs of old scars and fresh wounds alike.
I give myself another few seconds to fixate. Then, with a shake of my head, I clear my mind and let go of my anger.
“Sorry.” Inching closer, I open my arms to hug her once more.
She sinks back into my hold without hesitation.
“I’m not upset with you,” I assure her. “It just… hurts. The constant reminder that I didn’t support you then. Knowing that I wasn’t there for you when this was real.”
She shakes her head against my collarbone. “You couldn’t have known. Then, once we found out our parents were engaged, I wouldn’t let you get any closer.”
Regret and grief pour from her, all the same emotions pummeling me in this moment, too. The fact that she’s hurting—that she’s still hurting after all these years—sends my anger skyrocketing once more.
“I should have at least been there when you found out you were pregnant.”
Hunter stills in my arms. “Greedy… I never found out.”
I brush the pads of my thumbs along her cheekbones, aching to be the soft, gentle version of myself right now, knowing that she’s grappling with the same heartache that’s rooted deep inside me. “What do you mean, you never found out?”
She sniffles, the green of her eyes like sea glass behind unshed tears. “I never took a test. Never even suspected. I found out I was pregnant the same moment I was told I was losing our baby.”
My heart cracks wide open. “You’ve never taken a pregnancy test?”
She shakes her head, blinking and releasing the tears she was holding on to.
I wipe away the moisture, then dip my head to kiss one cheek, then the other, along the path of wetness.
As I right myself and take her in, an idea sparks inside me.
A selfish, slightly unhinged idea.
I’m speaking before I can even think the question through. I can’t help it. It’s the test results on my phone and the residual anger still living inside me because of Spence’s announcement.
With bated breath, I ask, “Will you take one for me now?”
Her breath hitches as her eyes go wide and search mine.
“Why?” The single whispered syllable is filled with pain.
I shouldn’t ask her to do this. I don’t want to cause her any more heartache. But now that the idea has been planted in my mind…
“You’re not pregnant,” I state. I know it’s the truth.
“My period was last weekend. It ended a few days ago.”
“And yet we have blood work that says you are. Blood work I’ve studied at least a hundred times since Kabir AirDropped it to my phone.”
Understanding registers.
Expression resolute, she pulls my face down and presses her forehead to mine. “I’ll take a test,” she murmurs. “Let me see if Joey has any on hand.”
Before she texts Joze for help, we peek in the cabinets, and, sure enough, find one below the sink.
Heads bent together, we read over the instructions. She doesn’t ask me to turn around or look away when she sits on the toilet to pee. Her cheeks go pink when a trickle of urine hits the bowl, but I hold her gaze, hoping she can sense the immense gratitude and appreciation I have for this moment.
She caps the test. Per the instructions, I set a timer for two minutes on my phone.
Once she’s cleaned up, she blows out a long, timid breath.
Throat thick, I hold out a hand. “Come here.” When she sinks into my hold without hesitation, I press my mouth to hers. “Thank you,” I whisper against her lips. “I love you, Hunter. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you before.”
I steal another kiss before she can refuse my apology or insist it’s okay.
It’s not. It’ll never be.
All we can do now is move forward.
I kiss her tenderly, my movements sweet and slow as I savor every second that ticks by.
When the timer dings, we still.
Hunter turns to retrieve the test, but I don’t let go of her. With her hand in mine, I follow closely.
“It’s negative.” She holds up the stick so I can see the word for myself, her expression in the mirror crestfallen.
“We knew it would be.”
I sweep her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck from behind.
“But Tem?”
I freeze with my mouth still on her skin, waiting until she looks me right in the eyes before I continue.
“One day, it won’t be.”
Still holding her attention, I snake one hand down her stomach, dipping beneath her waistband, and cup her sex.
I kiss her neck again, sucking and coaxing until she’s making little noises of pleasure.
I caress one breast, toying with her nipple while the fingers of my other hand caress lightly over her clit.
“One day, your stomach will be round and full, these perfect tits heavy with milk.”
She grinds her ass into me, and I press right back, nestling my length between her cheeks. Fuck. I’m already hard and aching to be buried deep inside.
“One day,” I murmur, moving to her other nipple and pinching it hard. “We’re going to make a baby for real. Again.”
“Greedy. Please.” She moans, head hung low, and squeezes her thighs together, creating an even tighter grip on my hand. Though I haven’t breached her entrance yet, my fingers are coated in her slickness.
“You want that, Tem? You want me to fill this pretty cunt with cum and put a baby in you?”
She whimpers in response.
I tug on her hair, forcing her to look at me in the mirror. “Yes or no, Hunter? Are you going to have my baby someday?”
“Yes,” she pants, cheeks flushed.
“That’s right. I’m going to fill you with my seed. Come in your cunt again and again until it takes and you’re pregnant with my child.”
Her eyes are glassy with lust, her chest heaving with want. She rolls her hips forward and back, seeking me. “Greedy,” she whines. “I’m so empty.”
That fucking does it.
I jerk away from the vanity, turn her around, and smash my mouth against hers. The negative pregnancy test flies out of her hand and clatters to the tile as we claw at each other.
“Get on the fucking floor and spread yourself wide open.”
With a whimper, she lowers herself. I follow, dropping to my knees. We’re a mess of limbs, tearing at our clothes while still kissing and biting, anything to maintain contact.
This isn’t just a quick tryst or a little kinky role playing. This is sexual healing fueled by biological desire.
Once she’s bare for me, she does exactly as I ask, spreading her legs wide and holding her thighs open.
“Fucking perfection.” Hovering over her, I line myself up at her core and drag my cock through her wetness, groaning with each pass.
“Greedy,” she begs, writhing. “Fill me up. Please. I need it. I need you.”
With a deep inhale, I plunge inside her in one smooth thrust. I work myself all the way to the hilt, grinding my pelvis against her clit and capturing her lips once more.
I hold the position, then, without pulling out even an inch, I thrust and grind against her.
“Do you feel how deep I am, Tem?”
She mewls, biting my lip, hips scraping against mine. “I’m right there. All the way in. Right at your womb, ready to fill you up and make us a baby.”
She moans into my mouth, squirming, attempting to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Lay still and fucking take it.” I kiss her harder, bite at her neck, nip at her breasts and suck hard, marking her so intensely she’ll have bruises tomorrow.
“Harder,” she pants, her hips still now as her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, urging me on. “Fill me up,” she begs. “Put a baby in me,” she pleads.
I pull all the way out for the first time since I entered her. She claws at my low back, marking me in this moment just like I’m marking her.
Good. Fucking claim it, baby.
I slam back into her with a thrust that pushes her along the tiled floor.
For a moment, still seated fully and with hands splayed on either side of her and my arms locked, all I can do is admire the woman who will carry my children one day.
When she meets my gaze, the most feral growl tears through me. I press my forearm along her low belly, holding her in place, then thrust forward, giving her quick, hurried, hard pumps of my cock. She’s so tight. So warm. So needy and pliable as I drill into her.
“This is how I’m coming.” I rut into her, my orgasm building from the base of my spine to the top of my skull and through my extremities. “I’m as deep as humanly possible, Tem. Filling you up. Right here, right now.”
Flames lick up my calves and thighs until they form one combustible fireball burning bright in my pelvis.
“Greedy.” She claws at my skull. “Put a baby in me,” she begs, her voice hollow and far away.
That’s all it takes for me to detonate. Heat spreads through my balls and low back with such ferocity I nearly topple over with the force.
“Fuck, I’m coming. Clench around me, Tem. Take it all and hold it in,” I command, frantically rubbing her clit to get her there, too.
She shrieks, and as the pleasure crescendos, her walls squeezing so tightly my balls swell with another surge of cum, she lets out a long, low moan.
“That’s it. Milk me. Take it all, Hunter. Take it fucking all.”
When the pleasure ebbs and we’re catching our breath, I study her, mystified.
I’ve never been that rough during sex. That intense. That demanding. But based on the way she’s smiling up at me, glassy-eyed, soft, and malleable, I think she enjoyed it as much as I did.
“I love you.” I drop to my elbows, careful to remain buried deep inside her, and brush my lips over hers. “I love you so much, Hunter.”
She clenches around me in response.
A groan escapes me. “Fuck. That was incredible, but I’m sorry if—”
“Don’t you dare try to apologize.” She tightens her walls around me once more for emphasis. “That was incredible, full stop. I loved that side of you.” With her lip caught between her teeth, she takes me in. “I can’t wait to do it again.”