Chapter 52
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
M oon found himself gutted by what Larissa said. If she had reached across the table and taken a filet knife to his stomach, the feeling would be the same.
“Are you ready?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes.”
Rising, he took her arm to help her up from the chair before he placed his hand on the small of her back, then escorted her out of the restaurant.
“Are you angry at me?” she asked breathlessly.
Slowing down, he pushed the key fob, unlocking the SUV. “No, I’m not angry at you.”
“You seem to be.”
He clenched his jaw at hearing the hurt in her voice as he opened her car door. Leaning inside once she was seated, he guided the seat belt across her to click it in place. Then he raised his head and cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You drive me insane. You know that, right?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you fucking cry.”
He felt like dog shit when she started blinking rapidly, her eyes watery.
Moon released Larissa, jerking himself out of the SUV. After making sure she wasn’t touching the door, he closed it.
“Motherfucking shit,” he cursed heatedly as he walked around the front of the vehicle. “Fucking hell.” Snapping his mouth closed, he got in the car.
“Moon, I …”
He started the car, and despite his anger, he drove back to her house.
“I thought we were going to the grocery store?”
Ignoring her, he parked in the driveway, got out of the car and opened her door, then unclicked her seat belt to help her out of the car. Taking her by the arm, he then frog-marched her to the house. Once inside, he led her toward the bedroom.
“Moon …”
Shutting the door behind them, he stared at her. They stood in the darkened bedroom with the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
“Do you want to know what I really think of fate?”
“No … I don’t think I do,” she answered timidly.
“It doesn’t fucking exist. I think when people are unhappy with their choices, they use it to explain the fallout they find themselves in when shit hits the fan. It’s a fucking cop-out. Instead of admitting they made a fucking mistake, they say ‘fate stepped in’ or ‘that’s the way fate meant it to go.’”
“I truly didn’t mean it that way.”
Moon paced around the bedroom, raking a hand through his hair. “To be clear, if Lana had approached me, I don’t know how I would have reacted. If you want me to say I wouldn’t have accepted any invitation she threw out there, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” He continued pacing as he talked, not wanting to see the hurt on her face. “But we didn’t talk, because it didn’t happen that way. I went upstairs and went to bed.
“One thing I can guarantee is if we had ended up having sex, she wouldn’t have been sitting at that table with me tonight. I like your sister, but she takes charge of everything. We would have been butting heads constantly. I don’t say anything because she’s your sister, and I stay out of it.
“You constantly put both of your sisters first, ahead of yourself. When you make dinner, you give yourself the burned piece, or the messed-up one. You give them the best portion. In the apartment you shared, Priss said you slept on the couch while they slept on the bed. When I was at your mother’s house, there were pictures everywhere, yet I only saw a couple of you. Lana and Priss drive nice cars; your car is older.”
“Because I prefer to save money, and I hate having pictures taken of me.”
“That’s my point. I don’t waste money, either, and I don’t like pictures. I have more in common with you than both of them combined.” Moon strode to her in the darkness to pull her to him. “You can thank your lucky stars that I didn’t hook up with Lana that night.” Hovering his mouth over hers, he continued, “Because I would have fucked her and never given her another thought. If I had knocked her up instead of you, I would have worked out a similar custody agreement, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I wouldn’t be getting her hamburgers from Marty’s. I wouldn’t be living with her. The only difference it would make is you would be trying to explain to Lana why you’re fucking her kid’s father.”
Without giving her a chance to deny his assertion, he kissed Larissa with the intention of driving his point home, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as his hands went to her dress to hike it to her waist before walking forward, pressing her back against the wall. He continued the kiss, not being gentle or soft with her. No, he was determined to make her realize he wasn’t a piece of meat to be given away just because her sister wanted it more than she did.
“You think I would give a fuck I knocked your sister up if I wanted you?”
“No …” she gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
Impatiently, he lifted her thighs to his hips to grind against her. He greedily took her mouth the way he wanted—no holds barred, tongue thrusting, mating, leaving no room for hesitation.
When she started timidly responding, it was everything he could do not to crush her against the wall.
His hand slid to her pussy to find his way blocked by her panties. “I hate dealing with panties. Ditch them when you’re with me.”
“Even when we’re out?”
Moon laughed at how scandalized she sounded. “You’ve never gone out without wearing underwear?”
“No!”
“When we go to the store tomorrow, don’t wear any.”
“No … I couldn’t.”
He could barely make out her refusal as his fingers slipped under the silky fabric. Finding her clit, he pinched it, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Why not? Is that too naughty for you?”
“I prefer wearing underwear.”
“I prefer you don’t. Don’t you want to please me? I want to please you.” Holding her in place using his hips, he pulled her dress off, leaving only her bra. Releasing the front clasp, he pulled an exposed hard nub into his mouth.
“Your breasts are getting bigger.” Switching his mouth to her other breast, he palmed the underside, lifting it to his lips. He could feel her trembling in his arm.
Releasing her clit, he found her pussy damp and ready for him. It blew his mind that, despite how many women he had fucked, she felt as if she had been made for him.
Her breasts were the perfect C-cup, with cherry nipples begging to be played with. She was so sensitive that all he had to do was stare at her, and he could see them poking under her shirt. She would wear a thicker bra if she knew, so he had no intention of telling her.
The further along she got in pregnancy, the prettier she became. When they were at the restaurant, Moon had seen other women staring at her enviously and knew she thought it was him whom they were staring at, while Moon had read the envy in their eyes and knew what they had been really jealous of.
She glowed with happiness. Her high cheekbones had a rosy glow, and her luminous eyes had glittered in the soft lighting.
“You’re so ready for me,” he groaned as he slipped inside of her slick pussy. Licking her nipple, he grinned when he heard her escalated breathing.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, stroking his finger inside of her as she bucked against his hand. Moon didn’t stop until he felt her come apart in his arms.
Only when she went limp in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, did he carry her to the bathroom. Turning the water on, he only waited a couple of minutes before carrying her inside the shower stall.
“Uh … the water is freezing.”
Holding her safely, he let her touch the tile. “You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easily, did you?” He clicked his tongue at her disapprovingly. “I’ve never been called altruistic where that is concerned.”
Grinning back at her dirty glare, he reached for the bodywash, squeezing a good amount onto a washcloth that he had snagged on the way from the closet. He started washing her body, paying special attention to her breasts. He only moved on when they were pretty little cherry nubs.
Rubbing the cloth over the swollen contours of her belly, he then lowered it to wash between her legs, laughing when she tugged on his hair as he lingered too long. He then straightened and started washing himself.
Holding her eyes with his, Moon rubbed the wash cloth over his chest then lowered the soapy cloth to his groin. “Are you going to make me do this myself?”
She was stubborn, crossing her arms over her breasts while her eyes shot daggers at him. “Next time, wait until the water is warmer.”
“Ah … next time, don’t try to go to sleep when we’re in the middle of having sex,” he countered. He could still hear her say how she had deprived Lana of that happiness. It kept playing on repeat in his fucking brain.
“I thought we were done.”
Dragged out of his guilty thoughts, he wanted to punish her.
From the fucking moment he had met her, sight unseen, she had turned his life upside down. Just when he thought he had developed a plan and it was coming to fruition, she was fucking it up again. So far, he had been playing the game her way; it was time she started playing it his way.
“You thought wrong.”