Chapter 28 #2
He was worried about a delayed response to what happened with Crow, and was determined to make sure I had the attention and resources I might need if that time came.
Both of us had therapy appointments scheduled, individual and couples.
Unable to force any coherent noises past the lump in my throat, I just nodded my head and gave what I hope was an assuring smile.
“You know how much I love you, right?” he asked, my back stiffening at the strange turn in conversation.
“Yes. And I love you,” I replied, reaching out to cup his face, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, disliking the serious expression marring his beautiful face.
“I wanted to plan this out, do it right, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Bash rambled, causing me to eye him with confusion. He took a deep breath, then grabbed my hands. He was still kneeling on the floor next to where I was seated on the couch.
“I can’t imagine living my life without you, and I wasn’t really living before I met you.
All I know is that you are the one constant, the one thing I absolutely need in this life.
I need you more than the club, more than food, more than the air we breathe.
I love you so much it fucking hurts. I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t make sure you know how I feel, how much love I carry around for you,” he said as tears streamed down my face.
“Fiona Anderson, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” he asked, and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.
“You want to get married? To me?” I replied lamely.
“There’s no one else. There will never be anyone but you. You’re it for me, Fee, my one and only. Do you take me to be yours?” he asked, looking hesitant.
I was nodding feverishly, emotions choking me. My nose stung, and I was afraid that if I tried to talk, I would start crying. I jumped into his arms, and he leaned back from the jolt before carefully righting us so we were on the floor together, hugging.
“C’mon, let’s get you off the floor, then I have to go grab something.” Gently pulling me off the ground, he made sure I was reseated on the couch before stepping away.
I could hear him rustling around in the coat closet, but I couldn’t focus on that, the riot of emotions and thoughts going through my head.
His words looped in my mind on repeat, to the point I didn’t even realize he was back in the living room, sliding a princess cut diamond ring onto my left hand.
“When! How?” I gasped out, confused.
“Been carrying it around since you moved in. Was never able to keep it too far away from me. Feels damn good to finally have it out of my pocket and on your finger, though.”
“Did you mean what you said?” I asked. My brain and emotions were all over the place, and I was impressed that I was able to string any sentences together.
“Which part?” he asked, frowning.
“I’m your one and only,” I repeated.
“Yes, of course. There’s no one else for me but you. You’re my world,” he replied in an instant.
“You might have to rethink that last part,” I muttered, my heart racing.
“What do you mean?” he asked, looking confused and upset.
“Well, will there be room in your world once the baby gets here?”
“Baby? What baby?” he asked, his eyebrows skyhigh. He jumped from the seat to stand up, looking from my face to my stomach.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked, his voice soft and earnest. I nodded, unable to formulate a proper response.
“I have an appointment tomorrow to see my OBGYN.” Bash fairly crumpled at that, back on his knees in front of me, his hands cradling my stomach as he looked up at me with awe.
“We’re having a baby?” he asked, a huge smile on his face, so big I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re not mad?”
“I could never be mad. There’s a little person in there who is made up of me and you, and I can’t wait to meet them. I’m a little upset you didn’t tell me when you first found out, though,” he said, keeping me wrapped in his arms, as if afraid I would disappear if he let go.
“At first, I thought I needed to be sure before I told you. But that didn’t feel right. I needed to tell you, and knew I wanted you by my side at the doctor’s appointment.”
“You’re my best friend, Bash. You’re my everything. Our everything,” I said, putting my hand over his, where it rested on my stomach.
Bash held me while the last few tears slid down my face as I processed the rioting emotions within me.
I was elated, excited, terrified, and relieved.
Each feeling warred with the others for domination, and my body’s only response was to hold Bash tightly, never letting go.
He kissed me softly, but soon, an urgency overtook both of us.
He smelled and tasted amazing. I was desperate for him.
Since we had been together, Bash had let me explore sex at my own pace. But I was done with the kid gloves. I wanted all of him, unrestrained. Bash stood up and reached a hand down to help me stand up, but I had other ideas.
Kneeling at his feet, I reached for his pants.
Pushing the waist of his pants down and out of the way, Bash’s cock popped out.
He was already hard, and pre-cum was leaking from the tip.
Bending down, I licked it off, enjoying the salty taste.
Bash’s groan motivated me, and I slowly took the head of his cock into my mouth.
Using my tongue to swipe over the top, I slowly worked my way down his shaft, taking as much of him as I could.
His hand weaved into my hair alternating pushing and pulling me off his cock.
When he hit the back of my throat, I held still as Bash moaned before I started sucking, sliding up and down on his shaft.
Grabbing the base of his cock, I started moving my mouth in tandem with my hand.
Looking up, Bash’s head was thrown back, his tattoos shining in the moonlight.
Slowly, letting his cock slide out of my mouth until only the tip remained, I took a deep breath before taking him back inside my mouth.
Hitting the back of my throat, I gagged, but kept still before repeating the process over.
I was losing myself in the taste and feel of him, almost unaware as the pressure on my hair increased until Bash had pulled me off his cock.
“Need to taste you,” he growled before stepping out of his pants and joining me on the floor.
Bash gently rolled me to my back while pulling my night shirt off so my bare back hit the plush rug underneath us.
He pulled his shirt off, and I couldn’t resist running my fingers up his chest and over his broad shoulders.
He claimed my mouth in a quick kiss before moving to kiss down my neck and chest. Nuzzling between my breasts, I gasped as his mouth closed over my nipple.
It felt like I was electrocuted, somehow it was too intense and not enough at the same time.
Squirming beneath him I alternated pushing and pulling him away, my body unsure of what it wanted.
Once I was panting and restless, he slid down my body, placing slow kisses on his way.
He pulled my panties off in a smooth movement, and his head was between my legs in an instant.
I yelped, both hesitant but desperate for contact.
Bash’s tongue lazily licked at me until my legs fell open and I stopped resisting him.
As soon as my body relaxed, he dove in with renewed vigor.
He used the edge of his teeth against my clit as he slipped a finger inside of me.
My back arched off the ground at the feeling, and I couldn’t hold back the low moan that escaped me.
With precision, Bash ate at me, adding a finger as the pressure mounted until I came fast and hard.
Before I even floated back to earth, he was thrusting inside me.
My orgasm hadn’t finished, Bash’s cock feeling huge as he pushed through my quivering walls. I wrapped my legs around his waist, in an attempt to speed him up. I wanted all of him, and I wanted it now. Pushing up to his elbows, Bash gave me a cocky smirk, refusing to give in to my silent request.
“Good girl. Look at you taking my cock, taking what I give you. See how well we go together? Do you know who you belong to?” His voice was deeper than usual, his words sending shivers down my spine.
“Bash! Please, stop playing,” I whined, reaching my arms up to pull him down to me.
For a minute, I thought I was getting my way as Bash stretched out on top of me.
But his cock was only halfway in and he kept his hips still.
Taking my wrists into his hand, he pulled my arms above my head, pinning me to the ground.
“Fucking beautiful. All mine. Forever,” Bash said as he took me in before finally sliding fully inside me. We both groaned, and I pushed against his hands, wanting to touch him. A playful grin lit up Bash’s face as he held me down, and I surprised both of us with my body’s response.
“My girl likes it rough? You want me to take charge? Tell me what you need, Fee. Wanna hear you say it.”
“Harder.” I was proud that I managed to say anything. Instead of speeding up, Bash slowed down, teasing me even more.
“That’s it. That’s all you want?” he asked as he started kissing my neck in the spot he knew drove me crazy.
“Bash! Hard and fast. Whatever you want to do I can handle it. Take me, please.” Before the last word left my mouth, it was like something unleashed in him.
Keeping my arms pinned with one arm, he grabbed my hip with the other and pounded into me.
He held me in place so I could meet him thrust for thrust, nowhere for my body to move.
His mouth was moving down my neck, his hair tickling me on the way.
Bash moved his hips slightly and when he entered me it hit something inside of me that had me yelping.
Pausing to watch my face, Bash slid out slowly before pushing back in, hitting that same spot.
My body felt electrified, needy and jumpy.
With slow, precise movements, he moved in and out of me, each time he thrust he hit that spot that had me shivering.
When I came that time, I yelled at the top of my lungs.
The ringing in my ears was so loud, it took me a minute to realize the noise was coming from me.
Bash’s movements sped up as he plunged inside of me with renewed force. Slamming all the way inside of me, I felt him come, his body slowing down as he let go of my wrists. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, entangled with each other.
Eventually, we were sprawled on the couch, Bash having bodily moved me until I was lying on top of him.
He was alternating running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my back in a soothing motion.
I sighed and snuggled into him, inhaling his smell, surrounded by everything that reminded me of Bash.
“I’ll spend every day—no, every minute, proving how much you mean to me. I promise, I will be worthy of you. Both of you,” Bash muttered into my hair. It was the last thing I heard before slipping into a deep sleep.