Chapter 63 Daisy
He slammed Bull’s office door behind us and locked it after putting me back on my feet.
“What are we doing, Jim?” I asked. He looked at me, and then gathered me in his arms, holding me firmly, covering me in his warmth. I felt like I’d come home. I was safe, warm, and protected.
“We’re celebrating. Baby James is going to be a big brother. And this time, I get to be with you on this journey the whole way. Doctor appointments, birth classes, the lot.” He pulled his arms away from my shoulders and crouched down in front of me, staring intently at my belly.
“Hey, baby,” he said, reaching for me and placing a hand on each hip, before pulling me towards him.
His lips touched my belly tenderly, almost reverently.
The movement pulled my shirt out of my pants, showing a bit of skin.
He released his hand and drifted his finger tips across the material, making the shirt pull out more.
“I’m going to be the best damn dad you will ever need.
I promise to make you proud of me, and I’ll be so proud of you,” he whispered.
This man, he was saying everything I needed, everything I wanted.
Jim was my baby’s daddy. It was becoming so real, despite feeling so magical and unreal at the same time. I hiccuped a sob back.
“Hey.” Jim stood up at the sound, and cradled my face. “What’s the matter?”
I hiccuped again. “This is just so…” I shrugged. “Surreal. You and me, doing this again, but properly.”
He bent down and rested his forehead against mine. “Yes, we’ll do this properly, with each other, together,” he murmured. I lifted my head to find his lips.
A sharp bang at the door broke the moment.
“How come this door’s locked?! What are you two doing in there?” Bull’s voice echoed through the door as the handle rattled.
“I’m handling my ol’lady,” Jim bellowed back with a grin.
I heard Bull’s grunt before he responded, “Check the third drawer then, and don’t be too much longer. I’ve got shit to do.”
Jim looked at me and raised an eyebrow, before walking around the desk and pulling open the drawer. He pulled out a wrapped package and put it on the desk, his face smiling in recognition. His eyebrow raised again as he smoothed a hand over the package.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked. I looked at him in confusion. He smiled and opened it up, lifting out the kutte with “Property of Midwife” emblazoned on it.
My breath caught in my throat. My kutte. I reached out and touched the patch.
“Daisy?” Jim asked.
I looked over the kutte at him. There was a touch of worry in those beautiful grey eyes. What did he have to be worried about? My confusion must have shown in my eyes. Jim drew in a deep breath and seemed to force the next words out.
“I want you to be my ol’lady, and eventually my wife. But it’s up to you. I can wait until the divorce comes through, if you want. The offer is there.” Jim clenched his jaw, waiting for my answer.
I lifted my arms up, my hands finding their way to my shirt. I pulled it over my head, leaving me in my tacky beige bra. Jim swallowed audibly. I unhooked the bra and let it slip off.
“Holy Jesus,” Jim breathed, his arms holding the kutte dropping slightly. I grinned, gaining courage, and slid my pants and underwear off in one move.
“I don’t want to wait,” I said, stepping out of the mess of material beneath me. I reached for the leather, pulling it towards me. The movement seemed to shock Jim out of the stupor he was in. He tightened his grip on the vest, and instead let me pull him around the desk with it.
We stood front to front with the kutte between us. Jim’s gaze was stormy with desire.
“Are you going to let me put it on?” I asked breathlessly.
His jaw clenched. “Let. It. Go,” he ordered.
I dropped my hands. His gaze traveled over my body, lighting each nerve as it passed.
“I am the luckiest son of a bitch ever,” he growled. He transferred a hand from the kutte to the back of my neck, gripping me firmly. “You’re mine, and no one else’s,” he promised. I tilted my head up to match his possessive gaze, and cupped his chin.
“If I take this, the same applies to you. You’re mine and no one else’s,” I replied.
He smirked. “I’ve been yours for fucking years. That’s not going to change. Kutte or no.”
I smirked back. “Put it on me,” I challenged him.
He grinned and held it behind me, waiting for me to slide my arms in.
I closed the front of the kutte, and tucked everything in.
Jim adjusted the sides, brushing my breasts with the back of his fingers reverently. He was breathing carefully as he moved.
“You’re a beautiful woman.” I could barely hear the words that he moaned out.
“Like a goddess. My goddess.” He slowly turned me around so my back faced the desk, then folded himself down.
“Let me worship you, let me worship this body of yours.” His lips touched my thighs, my chunky thighs that he left handprints on a month ago.
The bruises had only just faded from where he had gripped me in ecstasy when we’d created our baby.
Those lips travelled between my thighs giving both equal attention, and he subtly pushed me into the desk.
I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.
I think I breathed his name. Something happened, because his breath hitched and he shoved my thighs apart.
I almost came as his tongue buried itself into my cunt.
Hard and delicious tremors erupted from the sensations he drew from me, and they grew.
I felt his hands grip my ankles and lever me onto the desk.
I cried out as he took advantage and pushed his face further in, flicking his tongue inside me, then sucking my clit into his mouth.
“That’s it, My Queen, call my name, let everyone know who is worshipping you,” he growled, replacing his tongue with his fingers. “Let everyone know whose face is buried between your legs.”
Overwhelming need was driving me. I couldn’t breathe if he wasn’t in me. I reached for him, caressing his hair as he tongued my clit, his eyes holding me.
“Fuck me, please Jim. I need you,” I begged. I needed more, I wanted his body pressing against me, I needed his cock inside me.
“Not until you cum, My Queen. Cum like the goddess you are. This body is pure temptation. Show me what you’re made of.
” He must have added another finger as he spoke, because I felt stretched, pressure, desire, and need all intensifying, and it still wasn’t enough.
Then he curved his fingers inside me and the world fell apart.
I saw the universe explode behind my eyelids as I screamed.
The pleasure was intense, and sensitive, and still not enough.
I opened my eyes slowly, and watched Jim caress me gently until my tremors subsided.
“I still want you inside me,” I whispered. Jim’s smile spread across his face. He undressed quickly, revealing that amazing body that he hid from everyone else.
It was my turn to admire the view, the smooth skin over those sleekly defined muscles.
I pushed myself onto my elbows and watched him step in between my legs.
He leaned over me, resting on his knuckles as he touched our heads together.
He sighed as I reached down and positioned his cock where I needed him to be, then I pushed us together.
“I love you, Daisy.” He braced himself against the desk and curled his arms around me, lifting me up against him and letting me slide further over him.
I felt every inch of him pressing inside me.
He grunted softly as I came to a stop, hanging off his body by his cock.
His hands gripped me under my bum cheeks and lifted me slowly, dragging me up, before letting me sink down again.
I laced my arms around his neck and clung on, this slow dance seducing me even more.
“Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus. I’m in heaven,” I muttered.
“I’m right there with you.” Jim brushed his lips against my cheek and down my neck as he laid me back down on the desk.
The sensations were becoming too much. I was already sensitive, and the angle of Jim’s movements was building my orgasm up inside me.
Each stroke took me higher, back into that bliss.
I cried out as the explosion took me again, detonating like a line of explosives across my body.
Jim swore. His body pounded into me, hard and deliberate, as he came with a bellow.
We lay there panting, waiting for reality to come crashing back down in us.
“If you weren’t already pregnant, Daiz, I think that would have done it,” Jim murmured in my ear. I chuckled softly in agreement, and held him against me.
A soft knock at the door brought reality in a bit quicker.
“Uncle Midwife?” a young voice wafted through the door. “Um, Uncle Horse says you’re taking too long and to hurry up.”
Jim growled softly beside my ear, then lifted his head. “Thank you, Trey. We’ll be right out,” he yelled politely, then looked down at me, his eyes still stormy with lust. “Fucking, Horse. I thought it was only kids that would try to cock-block us like this.”
I burst out laughing. “Horse is a kid,” I reminded him. Jim’s face softened at my reaction, before he pulled himself out and helped me sit up. He bent down to pick up my clothes and offered them to me before looking at the mess we’d made. His eyes sparkled with laughter.
“Looks like the prospect has a job to do.”
I laughed. I was glad I’d driven down. If I’d stayed in my apartment, I’d still be slowly spiraling. Now I knew. I was wanted, my baby was wanted, and we were both chosen by the man who loves us.