Chapter 24 #2
Then all of a sudden, she’s riding me. Her hands find my knees, which give her some leverage as she lifts her hips, brings them back down, over and over again, her cunt’s firm grip on me almost unbearable. Her tits bounce in my hands.
“Baby.” Her hands are on my hands now, both of us massaging her breasts. “You’re the best. Best I’ve ever had. I’m so close already. I never come twice in a row, but I—oh, baby, you’re just—you’re different in all the best ways.”
I knocked you up, and now you’re coming more. You’re coming harder.
You’re only gonna come with me, sweetheart.
I watch in awe as her body rises on a wave of ecstasy. Her ass moves in these delicious little circles, and I can’t help it. I grab her hips and guide her in a few especially deep rounds, thrusting my hips to meet her at the apex of her own thrusts.
She reaches down to touch her clit. Playing with herself just like I told her to. Then—
Bam. Her cunt spasms, clamping down on me.
Blinding white light obscures my vision. She cries out my name and then whimpers baby, baby, baby over and over again as her body shakes and her cunt’s contractions milk me to the edge of my own orgasm.
She’s a shaking, shuddering mess when she comes down.
We both are.
But I gotta be the one to keep it together. I meant what I said about keeping her safe. I wanna be her rock. Prove that I have no intention of hurting or abandoning her the way others clearly have in the past.
Curling my hands around her ribs, I run my thumbs up the sweet little furrow of her spine.
What’s it gonna take to convince you I’m for real?
Wheeler collapses against my chest, boneless, breathing hard. Her hand finds my thigh. She gives me a hard, almost painful squeeze.
“You okay?” I pant.
She shakes her head. “Yes. No. I don’t know, Duke.”
Her voice is thick. My heart trips to a stop.
She’s crying.
Steam billows around us. I should probably get her out of here sooner rather than later—the heat can’t be good for her or the baby.
Look at that. I’m already thinking of both of them. Not just Wheeler. Does that mean I’m in this for them both now? That I’d have this baby not just to keep Wheeler around but because I really wanna be a daddy too?
This about-face I’m doing gives me whiplash. Twenty-four hours ago, I was sure I wasn’t ready to be a dad. At the very least, I was sure it was the right call to prioritize other things—work, travel, friendships.
Now?
Now I’m thinking I want everything, all at once. This girl and our baby and my evolving notion of freedom.
Am I nuts to think that could happen? Or is that just how life works—you make choices, and you work your ass off to build a dream life out of them, however messy or chaotic or exhausting it might be?
Because I ain’t afraid of hard work.
I am afraid of fucking this up and losing my chance with Wheeler.
“Aw, sweetheart.” I nudge her head to the side with my nose and kiss her neck. “Imma make it okay. Give me a minute, yeah? Then I’ll dry you off and take you to bed.”
She nods. “Sounds nice.”
She starts to rock her hips again, but I use my hands to still the motion.
“Let me take over. You relax. Unless you wanna come again?”
Wheeler scoffs. “I think I might literally die if that happens.”
“We’ll wait a bit, then,” I say into her neck. “I need you to stick around.”
Then I start to fuck her in earnest. Holding on to her hips, I lift her a little so I can rock into her cunt. The friction is delicious and deliciously maddening. She moans, her head falling back even farther.
“You feel so good, baby,” she whispers.
Sensation, searing and hot, rips through my center.
The white light returns. I squeeze my eyes shut and surrender, the pressure in my balls releasing in a series of agonizing pulses.
It feels like falling off a bike or a skateboard, the pavement rising up to meet me before I slam into it in a burning collision of skin and blood and bone.
I black out. For a second, an hour, a year, I have no fucking clue. All I know is when I come to, Wheeler’s got my hands in hers, our fingers twined over her belly.
My heart thunders. The baby.
Our baby.
I’m gripped by that fierceness again.
I think I wanna have this kid. And if we have it, there’s no way I’m letting another man raise her.
No way I’m letting another man touch Wheeler the way I’m touching her right now.
These girls—I’m still assuming we’ll have a daughter—are mine. Maybe staking my claim makes me a caveman, but I don’t give a fuck. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I wasn’t there for them. Knowing I didn’t work my fingers to the bone to make them happy.
Take care of them the way they deserve to be cared for.
So I care for Wheeler the only way I know how—with everything I’ve got. I turn off the water. I help her gently to her feet. She wobbles, still orgasm-drunk, and her arms fly out in a desperate bid for balance.
“I got you.” I keep my hands placed firmly on her waist. Pressing my front to her back, I use the bulk of my body to nudge her out of the shower. I grab a clean towel off a nearby shelf and wrap her in it. She shivers when I press a kiss to her nape.
“Cold?” I ask.
She glances at me over her shoulder. “Overwhelmed.”
My chest cramps. Grabbing another towel, I make quick work of drying myself off, then wrap it around my waist.
Wheeler looks at me in the mirror above the vanity, its corners fogged over from the heat of the shower.
Her lips are swollen, eyes hazy as they rake over my bare shoulders and chest. “You’re the pretty one.”
“Glad you think so. You can admire me all you want when we’re in bed.” Bending down, I scoop her up into my arms. “Preferably with your hands.”
Her lips curl into a small smile. She reaches up to play with a tendril of my hair as I walk the three steps to my bedroom. “What about dinner?”
“What about it? Thought I’d have you.”
“Ha.”
“Ain’t gonna be funny when you’re begging me to let you come again.”
I set her on her feet, and before I know what’s happening, she’s letting the towel fall to the floor and she’s stepping into me, pressing her tits against my chest at the same time as she wraps her arms around my neck.
Looking down at her, it strikes me how happy she looks. Tired, sure. But her brown eyes are bright, the tears gone, and her skin is flush with color.
“I don’t need your permission.” Her eyes glide to my mouth.
I smirk. “But you do want my help.”
She bites her lip. “I kinda do. I haven’t been feeling my best lately, but you…” Her eyes flick to meet mine. “You really do make me feel beautiful and sexy, even though I’m bloated and sick and my body is—”
“Sensitive.” I reach up to cup her breast, and her breath catches.
“I know that’s not always a good thing, but it is right now.
So lemme make you feel good, Wheeler. I’ll feed you.
Then I’ll fuck you. Rinse and repeat as many times as you want.
’Cause you’re outta your mind if you think I’m letting you out of my sight tonight. Or my bed.”
She blinks, expression softening. “I can’t make any promises, Duke.”
“I’m not asking you to. Tonight, all I want is your company. We’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.”
“Sounds too easy.”
“Surely you know that I’m too easy when it comes to you.”
She laughs, scrunching her brow. “I’m not sure that makes much sense—”
“Does it have to make sense if it feels this good?” I swallow. “Because you gotta admit, this feels really fucking good right now, sweetheart.”
She cups my face in her hand. The tenderness of the gesture makes my stomach flip. “It does. I don’t want it to end.”
“Doesn’t have to.”
She searches my eyes. “I love what an optimist you are.”
“Try it on. Optimism. Bet it’ll fit you just fine.”
She grins. “It doesn’t come naturally to me. But I’ll try.”
“Good.” I shape her waist with my hands, and she lets out a happy little yell when I toss her onto the bed. “You sleep here on one condition.”
“Name it.”
Aw, yeah, she wants to sleep beside me as much as I wanna sleep beside her.
“Keep calling me baby.”
Her eyes ignite. “Consider it done. I know how much you like that.”
“I do.”
But that’s a lie. I don’t like it.
I fucking love it.