Chapter 26 #2
“Oh my God, Ciro. Thank you! Will you take Pippa so I can check on Elsie?”
I gathered the baby into my arms. “I don’t like this.” I was enraged, on the verge of exploding, but held it together. Now wasn’t the time to turn into a tyrant and demand she pack her and the baby’s things. Her sister was hurt and needed help.
“I know. I’ll try to hurry.” She pecked my cheek, a look of appreciation in her worried eyes. “I’ll hurry.”
Hurry, Isla did not.
Nearly two hours later, I was exhausted and pissed off when she finally returned. I was on the sofa, cradling Pippa, who’d nodded off an hour ago.
“Hi,” she whispered. “I’ll go put her to bed.” She took the baby and disappeared down the hallway.
Stretching my arm out, I fought to keep my emotions in check. This place wasn’t safe. There was no way in hell I’d let Isla and the baby live here.
I replayed the night in my head. The loud crash. The yelling. Pippa’s scared cries.
Isla’s selfless need to help the sister she’s been estranged from when we were together. She could have been hurt, for Christ’s sake. Then what would’ve happened to Pippa?
When I spoke to the police, giving my account of the incident, they’d said it was the third time they’d been called in the last month. The fucking third time!
“Hey.”
I looked up to Isla, grimacing.
“I know what you must be thinking.”
“No, I’m sure you don’t, because if you did, you wouldn’t be living in this place.”
“Now isn’t the best time to talk about it. We’re both tired. We might say something we’ll regret.”
I stood and put my hands on her shoulders. “If I hadn’t been here, would you have gone over there with the baby?”
“No, I’d never take her over there. But…” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I have left her in the crib before. But—”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You left our baby alone while you tried to save your sister from that motherfucking drunk?” I squeezed my nape, willing myself to calm down.
She cupped my face. “I’m sorry. But I can’t ignore what’s going on. Elsie is in a bad situation.”
“A self-induced situation, if you ask me.”
“It doesn’t matter. She feels trapped, like she doesn’t have any options.” She stroked the pads of her thumbs over my cheeks as I stared down at her. This woman, my woman, she was a damn saint.
“This isn’t okay with me, Isla. I won’t risk losing you and the baby.”
“Let’s go to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning… or I guess in a few hours when Pippa wakes up.” She took my hands, heading toward the bedroom.
I furrowed my brows. “What are you doing?”
“I know you’re upset. I’ll let you sleep with me if you promise not to try anything. Maybe being in the same room with us will make you feel better.”
“I know you’re deflecting, so let me assure you, we will talk about what happened.”
She nodded with her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet, so quick to get me to stop talking.
I’d move heaven and earth to get them out of this dump.
She shocked me when she went to remove my trousers, whispering, “You’ll be more comfortable, but be good”
After my pants were removed, she folded them and put them on a chair in the corner. I pulled my shirt off to test her. A soft gasp left her lips, but she didn’t object.
I smiled, liking how I could still affect her.
We crawled into bed. It was just a queen-sized bed, not nearly big enough to keep much distance between us. I’d use it to my advantage. I needed Isla in my arms, so I pulled her to me.
Feeling her body tense, I quietly said, “I won’t do anything but hold you. Unless you ask for more.” Our bodies molded together perfectly as always.
“But the baby…” She wiggled her ass against my dick and guided my hand between her thighs. “I’m not good at being quiet.”
No, she wasn’t, but I could keep her from screaming out in ecstasy, or so I hoped.
“Are you asking for more?” I leisurely glided my fingers against her pussy. The fabric of her shorts was thin enough to feel her clit. I swallowed thickly, my heart racing with excitement. If she denied me now, I would lose it.
“Seeing you handle Elsie’s boyfriend was incredibly hot,” she whispered in a breathy tone. “You were so calm and in control of the situation. I melted a little.”
A little? By her behavior now, she was on fire. Hot and bothered. Begging to be fucked.
“Are you asking for more, My-la?” My voice was equally quiet to avoid waking Pippa.
“I’m not sure.”
“What can I do to help?” I massaged Isla’s ball of nerves faster as my dick turned to iron. If I could get her flustered and more aroused, she would beg for my cock, and I’d be back in her good graces.
“If we did this, it wouldn’t mean anything. It would only be sex.”
“Not to me.” Was she crazy? Of course it would mean everything to both of us.
“And that’s why we shouldn’t.” She covered my hand with hers, stopping my fondling. “I shouldn’t have started anything. It’s just been so long since I’ve been touched. I’m sorry, that’s not your problem.”
“You haven’t had sex since the night of the party?” Pride and respect swelled in my chest. Despite everything, she hadn’t betrayed me, just as I hadn’t betrayed her. I’d say that was proof we belonged together.
“No.”
“Me either.” I continued to stroke her, even though she tried to stop me.
She twisted around and sought out my expression in the dark room. I could see the whites of her wide eyes with the little bit of light filtering through the blinds. “How can you lie to me like that?”
“I’m not. I jerk off every day to the sound of your voice and the memories seared in my mind of your addictive pussy. I have not been with another woman, Isla.”
“I don’t believe you.” She teared up, the desire she once had was fading rapidly.
I pushed her onto her back and tugged her shorts off.
“Stop,” she hissed. “This was a mistake.”
“Are you sure you want me to stop, My-la?” I straddled her, digging my erection into her pelvis. “You just admitted to being needy. An orgasm would satisfy you for a spell.” I rubbed my cock against her, working myself up. I could come from the friction alone, that was how hard-up I’d been.
Since the day she walked out of my life, I hadn’t desired another woman. Isla had been it for me. Her tight little pussy had been molded to fit my dick and no one else would do.
But it’d gone beyond sex. She had captured my heart with her sweet, loving demeanor. And I’d taken her for granted. Well, no more.
“Why can’t you just be honest with me? I don’t care if you and the redhead are a thing. I’m over you. I moved on a long time ago.”
“Now who’s lying, My-la?” The fuck she’d moved on. I’d prove it.
“Get off me.” She pushed against my chest, the fire radiating off her made me more determined to break through her stubborn walls.
“I’m not nor have I ever been with anyone else.
That’s the truth. I haven’t fucked another woman since before I met you.
” I tugged my boxers down past my hips and watched for her reaction.
When her gaze went to my cock, I continued removing them, and she just watched. “Stop me before I plunge into you.”
“I said no. Besides you could have a STD.”
I snorted. “You’re cute.” I’d never been a womanizer, bedding a different woman every night. Roman and Luca slept around but I was confident they had protected themselves. Otherwise, I’d know about the trail of illegitimate kids they fathered. I had kept close tabs on both of my brothers.
She spread her legs. “Put a condom on and don’t wake the baby.”
Christ, she really must’ve been horny.
“No.”
“I’m not on birth control.”
“Good.” I pounced and drove my dick into her pussy, to the fucking hilt. My hand covered her mouth before she could make a sound, then I buried my face in the crook of her neck to dampen my own carnal growl. “Let’s make another baby.”
She shook her head; her expression was one of outrage.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I whispered at the shell of her ear. “So warm and wet, perfect in every way… And mine.” I pulled out and slid back in. Out. In. Out. In. “You’ve always been mine.”
“Don’t do this,” she muttered against my hand.
“Do what, My-la? I want to put my baby inside you again so I can experience what I missed with Pippa.”
She stared at me dumbfounded.
“Are you going to stop me?” I caressed her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.
“No. I’m confident I’m not ovulating.”
“Ouch, baby. You take great enjoyment hurting me.” I set a firm rhythm fucking her.
“Yes, just like you did with me.”
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Well, you did. Now be quiet and just get on with it.”
“Don’t rush me,” I teased her.
Isla responded with a hint of desperation in her movements, her teeth biting into the palm of my hand as her hips met my thrusts. Almost like she wanted me to fuck her fast and furiously to get it over with quickly, but I had other ideas.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I slowly pulled out of her, leaving the tip of my dick partially inside her.
She ignored me and turned her face away.
I removed my hand and crushed my lips to hers. I forced my tongue into her mouth and found hers. Again, her response was lustful and delirious. Her hands cupped my ass cheeks, and she tried to get me moving again, but I didn’t want this to end.
I made love to her with my tongue, working out my desires in her mouth. Twisting and swirling our tangoing tongues, nipping her lower lip, smothering her with affection. She was right. It had been a long time since I’d been touched and touched another.
But kissing Isla was one of my favorite pastimes. We used to make out for hours, before we finally got to fucking.
“Please, Ciro,” she mumbled into my mouth. “I need to come.”
“And you will. But first, give me the words I demand to hear.”
She froze under me and glared. “You haven’t changed one bit.”
“Oh, but I have.” I drove my cock into her and knocked the air out of her lungs with the forceful thrust. “See? I am more than happy to give you what you want, but I expect the same in return.”
“Sex doesn’t make us a couple.”
“But having a child together does.” I thrusted into her again and again. “Like it or not, you belong to me.”
“Believe what you want. Just make me feel good. That’s all I want.”
Damn stubborn woman. She knew exactly how to get a rise out of me, to make me crazy with lust and possessiveness.
“Are you yielding to me?” I sucked on her neck to mark her.
“Only for tonight.” Her finger slipped between my crack and bolt of lightning shot into my dick when she pressed the tip into my asshole. “My heart will never be yours.”
“You wicked bitch,” I groaned against her decadent flesh. Ass play was my weakness, and only Isla knew about it.
At my words, her body arched, and she mewled erotically, evidence that an orgasm was forming.
“Shh… the baby.”
She spread her legs wider, totally disregarding my warning and reached her finger deeper into my ass. Her brazen actions undid me. I slammed into her and claimed her mouth to help keep her quiet and fucked her mercilessly just as she desired.
At the same time, she amped up her finger fucking, and it was but only seconds before we were both coming with a vengeance.
She clenched around my cock and drenched it with her sweet cream. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her mouth opened wide.
I imagined her lustful screams and moans from the past and squeezed the fuck out of her finger as I exploded inside her. Christ, I saw stars or maybe it was a brain embolism bursting. I’d likely die, but being buried deep in Isla would be the best way to go.
She wilted beneath me and muttered, “Thank you.”
And just like that, she’d overpowered me and ended our fucking much faster than I’d intended. “You play dirty, My-la. Is that what motherhood has done to you?”
“I’m stronger and not as easily manipulated since becoming a mother. No one controls me anymore. Not even you.”
We’ll see about that.
“I find you more enthralling than ever, My-la.”
“Stop trying to seduce and bend me to your will.” She planted her hands against my chest and pushed. “I need to go clean up.”
I pulled out and rolled off her. She left in a flash and a burst of cold surrounded me. She was icing me out and it fucking pissed me off.
I cleaned myself up and put my boxers back on, but before I returned to bed, I checked on Pippa. My precious daughter hadn’t stirred once during our R-rated activities. For her, I’d move heaven and earth to put our family back together.
Isla returned, peeked at Pippa, then climbed back into bed, putting her back toward me.
“Good night, My-la.” I kissed her shoulder, inhaling her scent into my lungs as I spooned her. She didn’t stiffen or tell me to back the fuck away.
I drifted off to sleep with the utmost certainty that I never wanted to sleep alone again.