Chapter 37 Devon #2
His eyes drift down to my abdomen and a small smile creeps over his lips. “How long have you known?”
“You remember when you dropped me at the doctor?”
He nods.
“I went back for blood tests and they told me. But then Axel called me and everything started to crumble and I was so scared that—”
I cut myself off as Kairo’s smile grows more amused. “Sorry. I’ve known since then. Do you hate me?”
Kairo can’t contain his smile any longer and he laughs, kissing me again but missing in his eagerness and catching the side of my mouth instead.
“Devon, there’s no world where I could hate you.”
“But I’ve brought so much pain into your life,” I gasp, struggling to keep up with his enthusiasm. “And now I’m just throwing this at you when we’ve never even talked about kids or babies or anything.”
Kairo’s head tilts and his soft gaze locks with mine.
“Devon. I love you. Nothing will ever change that. A family with you would be the dream, and I’m only sorry that you were too scared to tell me.
I would have listened and been there. If you want to keep it…
” His eyes dart down again. “Do you want to keep it?”
I nod instantly.
No other thought had ever crossed my mind. “Yes.”
“Then our duo is becoming a trio. I’m going to be a dad!” A warm flicker of awe fills his eyes and he laughs again. “Oh my God, I’m going to be a dad!”
Cupping his face with both hands, I match his grin and kiss him hard. “I love you, Kairo. So much that it hurts.”
“Then let me soothe it.” Kairo scoops me into his arms, and I squeal in alarm as I land in his lap, wary of his thigh injury.
He doesn’t seem to care, though, as he keeps one arm around my waist and the other cupping the side of my neck with his thumb pressed against my jaw to keep my head up and my lips aligned.
“Kairo,” I gasp against his lips. “Your thigh!”
“Trust me,” he murmurs, sealing his words with another kiss.
I melt into his hold and drape my arms around his shoulders, kissing him just as deeply.
His lips weave gently against my own, kissing my lower lip and then my upper.
When his tongue dips against the seam of my mouth, my heart lifts and I part my lips with a soft moan.
“I love you,” Kairo murmurs. “I love you so fucking much.”
Excitement swells within me and I can scarcely contain it while in his arms.
My body rolls against his and then, after a second, I feel it.
His cock forms a thick, hard ridge underneath me, so I roll my hips down and he moans in surprise.
“You got turned on just from kissing me?” I pull back and study his handsome face while his fingers sweep up my cheek.
There’s a flicker of concern in his gaze when he nears the stitches at my hairline from the crash, but the warmth never leaves him.
“Can you blame me?” His lips twitch into a smirk. “Look at you.” My cheeks warm further and then he sighs dramatically. “But you’ll tell me I’m too injured so I guess I’ll just dream about my beautiful wife and all the things I’m going to do to her when I can walk to the bathroom without limping.”
I can’t wait that long.
“Shut up,” I groan, capturing his lips once more.
Using my body and his compliance, I push him down onto the rug under the tree and then lean up, shifting in his lap until I’m perfectly perched over his cock and away from his thighs.
“Fuck,” Kairo grunts. “Is it your plan to torture me?”
His hands rest on my waist and he gazes up at me with so much love in his eyes that it’s hard to believe this is my life.
“What would you do?” I ask, rolling my hips down against his clothed cock. “If I did just sit here and tease you for hours?”
“I’d flip you over and fuck you until you couldn’t walk,” he replies immediately, his voice low and husky. “Maybe even tell you I was going to keep fucking you until I put a baby in you, but I already did that, so…”
His hands move down my thighs and he groans softly. “Are you really going to torture me, an injured man?”
I’m tempted to keep playing, but his caressing of my thighs and his rigid cock beneath me have my core clenching and heat trickling through me like phantom touches.
“You’re lucky you’re irresistible,” I murmur, pulling my shirt above my head.
My clothes are shed within minutes, leaving only the thin material of Kairo’s boxers to separate us.
His chest heaves as he takes shallow breaths and licks his lips, his eyes darting between me and where my pussy aligns directly over his cock.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “I can feel you.”
“Can you?” I brace my hands on his abdomen and slowly roll my hips, dragging myself over his clothed cock just once, then rolling back.
His cock twitches beneath me, and a spike of excitement shoots directly to my core.
Muscles clench and roll, my clit throbs, and my walls close down on nothing as every inch of me hungers for him.
But I keep teasing, back and forth, until the fabric beneath me is soaked in my juices and his precum.
Kairo’s panting and his hands flex against my waist and thigh, switching between warm caresses and an iron grip.
Each roll makes his cock twitch and his breath catch.
His skin flushes and his dusky nipples rise from his body.
Leaning down, I drag my tongue over one and Kairo’s hands move to my breasts.
He gropes and massages, groaning softly and tweaking my nipples until my head is foggy with pleasure and I can’t stand it anymore.
Rising onto my knees, I pull his boxers aside and finally free his cock.
Gripping it with one hand, I adjust my body and guide myself down until the soft crown nudges against my entrance.
“Fuck,” Kairo groans and his head tips back. “Holy shit…”
He trails off into a loud, deep moan as I sink onto his cock and let gravity guide me.
He fills me inch by mouth-watering inch until I’m seated fully against him with his cock buried deep inside me.
His fingers flex against my hips, and when our eyes meet, they’re so dark that I can’t see even a glimmer of color.
“Kiss me,” Kairo gasps. “Please.”
I grant him that as I start to move, rolling my hips slowly and fucking myself on his cock while keeping him flat on the rug for his own good.
Our tongues tangle and weave together, his hands roam my body, clutching and caressing every inch he can reach, and I ride him slowly, purposefully under the glittering Christmas tree.
This is my life now.
I’m with a man I love who treats me like a goddess and can’t keep his hands off me even when he’s wounded.
I hold that in my heart as my pace increases and soon, Kairo’s arms are wrapped around me, his moans mingling with my gasps as our eyes meet.
“I love you,” Kairo groans. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I gasp, my final words as we come together beneath the tree, tangled together exactly where we belong.
This is my home.
He is my home.