Chapter 27 #2
“No.” He shakes his head, his voice steady. “To show you I got scared, but I’ll never leave you again. I love you and I’m sorry, and I want what I’ve always wanted: you and the baby.”
Those words make me break, and I kneel as the tears track down my face. Before long, I feel his arms around me as he holds me.
I’ve never heard him tell me, even if he’d shown me. I never heard him say he wants this baby, and to hear that…makes this feel so different.
This single man put a car seat in the brand-new SUV he bought to drive us to the house he wants us to live in.
Certainly not the way I pictured my Christmas going when I woke up this morning.
I’m fighting the urge to ask her to marry me, to show her I mean every word I’m saying.
But she’s finally calmed down, instead regarding me with tired eyes.
She must be exhausted, emotionally and physically.
Her belly has grown in the past few weeks, and I just want to touch her, to feel our baby kick and know it’s safe.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into her hair.
She shakes her head, and we stand in silence for a little while longer before she speaks again.
“I told him.”
I can feel it in the way her body goes a little limp in my arms, defeat in her tone. It makes me hate myself that not only did I force her to make that choice, but I wasn’t there to protect her heart, to make sure I was the person to soothe that wound for her.
She never needed him, and she never needed me.
But at least she wanted me, and I shoved that honor to the side because I was operating on ego and fear.
“Do you regret it?” I ask, afraid of her answer but wanting her to be as open as she feels comfortable being. The only way to go forward is to go through it.
She shakes her head, but I see a tear hit my pants. “He’s married to Paula.”
Her quiet words make my spine stiffen. That piece of shit.
I scoff, shaking my head for mistaking his question about Dani being genuine curiosity rather than worry she was going to fuck up his marriage.
I squeeze her tighter, and when my hands meet the sides of her belly, I let myself hold her.
“It was my job to keep you safe and loved, and I failed,” I whisper, choked up. “You shouldn’t have gone through that alone.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have.” She sniffles before looking up at me. “But something about seeing that car seat in your car…” Her eyes shine as she stares into mine. “Something about it made me so fucking horny.”
I grin as I look down at her, slowly unzipping her coat and watching as her lips part the moment I see her breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt.
They’re so fucking perfect, just a little larger than I remember as they jut heavily away from her body.
I want to taste every inch of her, to make her come so much that she forgets I was ever gone. I want to remind her I’m going to want her until the breath leaves my body.
But I want to make things clear to her before I any of that.
“I’m going to ask you to marry me, Daniela, when I know it won’t scare you,” I murmur as I shove her coat off her shoulders. “You’ll never be alone ever again.”
Quiet tears spill down her face, and I rush to cup her pussy, watching how her cleavage swells.
I could never want—have never wanted—someone as much as I want her.
“Tell me you love me,” I whisper in her ear, missing the sound of those words leaving her lips.
“I love you,” she says on a sigh, and I smile as I pull down the top of her shirt to reveal her breasts.
“There’s my good girl. I love you more.”
She palms my rigid dick, and I hardly have a moment to process before she’s shoving me down on the couch. I watch, my hands held out in case she needs help finding her balance. Eventually she grips one as she tugs her pants down, satisfied when one leg is freed.
Her belly button has started poking out and my mouth waters at the sight of her widened hips. She’s perfection.
She grabs my other hand and lowers herself so she’s seated on my hips, smiling with parted lips.
I shove my fingers in my mouth, coating them before reaching to shove her panties to the side.
I need to feel her desire. Her gasp fills the room as I play with her pretty pussy, the way she rocks against me making it harder to focus.
Those beautiful mounds jiggling, one of her nipples peaking up at me from under her bra.
She’s about to come, her short quick breaths always giving her away. And when she does, I smack her clit, damn near making her scream as she screws her eyes shut.
I wait until she’s panting, trying to catch her breath, before I reach up to hook my index finger into her bra to tug it down. Her breasts pop out and my mouth waters.
But before I can sit up to give them extra attention, she huffs out, “I need to fuck you.”
We make quick work of pulling my dick out and she lifts onto her knees, lining me up with her wet center. Slowly, tortuously, she sheaths me.
What the fuck was I thinking, leaving her to fend for herself?
What the fuck was I thinking, pushing her away because I was afraid she wouldn’t choose me when she already had?
I sit up as she begins to ride me, fucking me like she never wants to stop. When she begins to rock back and forth, I bring my hands up to pinch her nipples, ever so slightly pulsating the way I know she likes it.
She stares down at me, whimpering.
“I’m never leaving you again,” I grit out, lifting my hips to meet hers. “You hear me?”
She nods but her moan cuts her off and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, Dani. Take it.”
Her orgasm squeezes me and I clench my jaw, determined not to come yet.
“Two more down, millions left to go,” I murmur, waiting for her to finish riding out her orgasm before I start pumping into her from below, my hands on her hips.
I could do this forever.