Chapter 20 #3
“And?” Her hands slid into his back pockets, giving his ass a nice squeeze.
“And I almost lost my mind when he told me he never did it.” He watched her eyes widen, and her mouth fall open in shock.
“What?! He didn’t do the vasectomy?” The way her brows hit her hairline really was quite comical.
“Nope.” He smoothed his hands through her hair, mesmerized by the perfect shade of blonde. There was a whole range of shades, from white to caramel, making it look like she’d had it professionally done. He brushed his thumb over one perfectly shaped brow.
“What does that mean?” She was completely flabbergasted by his news.
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, quickly following her to the middle. He moved between her spread legs and got comfortable as he explained. “It means, had I not been so anal about wearing a condom, or, God forbid, one broke, I could have left a trail of babies in my wake.”
She clamped her gaping mouth shut with a snap. Her brows dipped for another reason now. He knew that look. She was pissed. At the idea that his uncle didn’t do the surgery, or that he could be the father of some random woman’s child? He fought not to smile at her jealousy.
“Why would he do something like that and not tell you?” Her breath hitched as he started placing soft kisses along her brow and down her cheek.
“He said I wasn’t thinking clearly because I was still in mourning,” he spoke against her skin. “And he wouldn’t let me make such a rash decision. One that could affect the rest of my life.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“How on earth did he convince you that he did the surgery?”
He explained everything his uncle told him, ending with a high note. “The good thing out of all this is I can give you babies.”
The smile that spread across her face was breathtaking. It was filled with such love and hope that it was damn near blinding.
“I guess if I hadn’t already been pregnant with Darren’s baby, you might have knocked me up by now.”
He experienced a little twinge of disappointment that she wasn’t carrying his baby. “I know, but the bright side is, I can knock you up. Whenever you’re ready.”
“That is very good news.”
“I think we’ve talked enough. I think we should practice our technique for making babies so we’re ready when the time comes.” His hand drifted to the hem of her shirt and started to lift it.
“You do, do you?” She gazed at him playfully from under her lashes.
“Yes. If we practice enough, maybe I can get you pregnant the first time we try.” Leaning back on his knees, he waited for her to do a half crunch before he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off.
Her bra came off next, followed by her leggings.
He climbed off the bed and, with Sadie’s eyes watching his every move, he stripped his own clothes off.
He could feel her gaze like a stroke of her hand with every inch of skin he revealed.
“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m gonna come before I’m ready.
” He took himself in a firm grip, causing a drop of fluid to leak from the tip.
Fuck. The way she licked her lips like she was thirsty for a taste of him just about brought him to his knees.
He returned to the middle of the bed and let his hands have free rein to explore.
Her skin was soft, so smooth. He loved touching her.
She was so damn responsive. He lowered his head to take one breast in his mouth, then flicked the tip with his tongue.
Her back arched enough to push her breast deeper against his mouth.
He hummed his approval before turning his attention to the other one.
“Oh, God. Jed. That feels so good.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him firmly against her at the same time her legs sawed and squirmed in need.
“Fuck,” he growled, his mouth popping off her tit.
He felt her soft little hands find their way around his throbbing cock.
She gave it a good squeeze, then stroked him a few times.
If she didn’t stop, he was going to come in her hand, and that wasn’t the way he wanted to go.
He grasped her hand and pulled it off. “Stop. I’m not coming in your hand.
I’m coming in your pussy or not at all.”
Son of a bitch, she was so damn cute when she pouted. Did she really think he was going to deny her an orgasm? He lived for giving her pleasure. It was his sole mission in life to give her as many orgasms and eventually, babies, as she wanted.
The way she peered at him through heavy lids mirrored the same unmistakable heat he was feeling.
He loved the way she never held anything back, always giving as good as she got.
And to think, all her pleasure and all her fire was for him alone.
Before Sadie, he didn’t consider himself a greedy person, but now, he found that when it came to her, he truly was a very greedy, possessive bastard.
Fuck it. He couldn’t wait to be inside her. He lined himself up and slid in slow and easy. Her eyes widened, shining brighter the more of himself he fed her. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me.”
Her breath hitched, and her back arched, causing her hard nipples to poke into his chest. He dropped a kiss on her lips at the same time he thrust forward.
This time, when he entered her, it was hard enough to jiggle her tits.
“I fucking love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you hard.” He pulled back and did it again.
He fucked her with enough force to drive her closer and closer to the headboard.
Before their heads could make contact, he slapped one hand against the headboard to hold them back.
Her pussy started to milk his cock, and he had to fight not to come before she did.
A pink flush crawled up her chest onto her neck as she got closer to the edge.
She chanted, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over, her nails digging into his ass, urging him on.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, the move allowing him to go deeper. He growled and slipped a hand between them to work her clit. He needed her to come. Now.
Her body jerked as she threw her head back into the pillow, exposing her neck to him. Grinning widely, he lowered his head and bit her neck with enough force to give her that little bite of pain she liked.
The way she came screaming his name was going to give him a God complex for sure.
“Jed! Oh my God! Oh my God! Yessssss!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock so hard he couldn’t tell if it was trying to suck him in deeper or shove him out.
Either way, he kept thrusting into her until he felt his own release come barreling down his spine and out through his cock.
“Holy shit! Sadie!” He dropped his head into the crook of her neck and groaned as he rode it out.
Every time with her was like the first time.
It was always Earth-moving and explosive.
Eventually, when he was able to get his breathing under control, he supported his weight on his elbows so he could see her face. She had a satisfied, dreamy expression that was too damn cute. He kissed the tip of her nose, then brushed the back of his hand along her cheek.
“Well, it’s official.”
“What’s official?” he mumbled against her skin.
“If I wasn’t knocked up before, I am now.”
He threw his head back and roared in laughter. “You think so?”
“I know so.” Fuck. He let his eyes drift over her face, taking in every single thing from her perfectly arched brows to her slim, straight nose to her kiss-swollen lips. There was absolutely nothing he didn’t love about his Sadie. “My God, woman, you fucking wreck me,” he whispered.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” she asked.
“It’s the best fucking thing ever.”