Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SAVANNAH
This was a bad idea.
I wasn’t thinking.
Not when all three of the Walker boys were looking at me with those big gray eyes full of hope that tugged at my chest. There was no way I could say no to them.
But now I was paying the price.
Blake’s fingers run up and down my arm absentmindedly, making goosebumps appear on my flesh.
I peek at him, but his gaze is fixed on the screen, the light and shadow playing on the strong lines of his face and accentuating the dark stubble covering his strong jawline.
I could still feel the sharp bristles under my fingertips.
It reminded me of that night.
The way his lips skimmed over my skin raising the prickles in their wake as he made me feel more alive than any man before him.
I bite the inside of my cheek, my thighs pressing together.
I was grateful for the darkness because I was pretty sure my face was beet red.
Here we were, having a movie night with his kids, no less, and I was thinking about sex with Blake? What the hell was wrong with me?
I shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the ache between my thighs, only to bump into a hard body behind me.
Shit.
“Sorr—” I start to pull back, but Blake’s faster. His free arm sneaks around my middle, and he pulls me flush against him. “Better.”
How was this better?
My heart skips a beat as my gaze darts to the kids, expecting some kind of reaction, but their attention is on the movie playing on TV, the loud sound muffling their voices.
“I don’t think I thanked you.”
Blake’s quiet words have me pulling my brows together. “Thanked me for what?”
“For jumping in yesterday. Daniel told me what happened. Thank you for being there for them.”
“You don’t have to thank me. It wasn’t a problem. I’m just glad Levi’s feeling better.”
The little guy managed to finish his soup, but in the end, he decided not to have pancakes. And there were no new trips to the bathroom, so I hoped that the worst was behind him, and he’d be back to his normal self in another day or so.
“Me too.”
Blake’s large fingers rest on my side. My shirt skims up, and his thumb slides over my naked ribs, and of course, Munchkin chooses this exact moment to kick against his palm.
“I swear that baby knows when you’re near.”
Blake hums happily, his palm sprawling over my bump. “You think?”
Another kick.
“Yup.”
“I like that.” He skims his thumb over my stomach. “Don’t worry, baby; Daddy’s here.”
The softly spoken words make my chest ache. There was so much love and affection in them.
For a while, they continue playing the game. Munchkin would kick, and Blake would rub the spot, leaving goosebumps on my skin. He seemed oblivious to the effect he had on me, and here I was, completely wired up at the slightest of touches.
Up and down, down and up.
Over and over and over again.
Then Blake kisses my neck.
My eyes fall shut, my mouth going dry.
He’s taunting me.
He must be.
There is no other explanation.
Didn’t he see the effect he was having on me? That every time he touched me, my body would come alive under his attention?
“Levi’s asleep,” Blake whispers, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I glance toward the other side of the couch, and sure enough, Levi’s head was on the armrest, eyes closed, lips parted. The little dude was completely out of it as the closing credits started to roll, making me realize I didn’t see much of the movie.
“I think he’s still recovering from last night. We were up half the night because he was throwing up.”
“Probably.” Blake gets up, and my body misses his nearness almost immediately.
Pushing back the feeling, I follow suit, my gaze falling on the sleeping boy. A lock of hair is in his face. Instinctively, I extend my hand and brush it away, my heart swelling when he leans into my touch.
“Daniel’s also out.”
Pulling my hand back, I look toward the bean bag. Daniel’s eyes are closed; his body is relaxed now that his father is home. He looked so much younger when he was asleep. He was still just a boy, really. A boy who’s had his world turned upside down one too many times in the short sixteen years he’s been here.
“I should get going. It’s late, and you need to put them to bed.”
Blake’s hand slides to the small of my back, sending shivers running down my spine. “Let me walk you out.”
I shake my head, taking a step back. I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. Like kiss him. Or tell him to ask me to stay. “Go and take care of your family, Blake.”
His lips pressed into a tight line are the last thing I see before I turn my back and walk out of Blake’s house and to my own.
My heart is thumping hard against my rib cage as I close the door behind me and run my palm over my face. My skin was burning, the ghost of Blake’s touch still lingering on my flesh.
Pushing from the door, I tug my shirt off as I make my way to the bathroom. I needed a shower. A cold one.
But even the cool water couldn’t erase Blake’s touch, and I felt equally frustrated and tense when I got out. Rubbing at my skin, my gaze falls to the discarded shirt.
Blake’s shirt.
After Levi threw up for the second time sometime in the middle of the night, there was no saving my PJs, and since I didn’t want to leave them alone, I decided to just take one of Blake’s while mine was washing. Something I completely forgot about when Blake came back home.
My fingers wrap around the soft material, and I bring it to my face. Blake’s masculine scent still lingers on the fabric, and I can’t help but inhale it in. Sandalwood, pine, and ginger fill my lungs, and for a moment, it’s like he’s sitting behind me, his arms wrapped around me, those calloused fingers tracing my skin…
I should toss it into the laundry so I can wash it and return it, but do I do that?
No, I slip it on, letting the soft cotton brush against my skin.
Knowing there is no way I’ll fall asleep keyed up like this, I pad into the kitchen barefoot and put on the kettle for tea before settling in the living room and grabbing my book.
I start reading, but the images of Blake keep popping into my mind. The look on his face when I woke up. The way those gray eyes zeroed in on my mouth. The feel of his hard chest behind me, his hand slipping around my waist.
Shaking my head, I look at the page, but when I don’t know where I left off, I start from the beginning, only to realize the main characters are about to get it on, which doesn’t help at all.
I shift in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but the only thing it does is make my tee rub against my hard nipples. I press my thighs together, feeling this need simmering inside me, ready to burst at any minute.
Groaning, I close the book and put it next to me.
I needed a release.
And there was only one thing that would help with that.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I let my hand slide down my body. My skin tingles at the smallest of touches. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples are rock-hard, and my panties are so damp it’s embarrassing.
I was hot for my baby daddy, and he didn’t even notice the effect he had on me.
I play with the hem of my shirt, my fingers brushing the place Blake had touched only moments ago. The way those rough fingertips played over my skin was engraved into my memory.
I slide my hand over my stomach, my fingers squeezing my aching breast. My breath hitches as I tweak my hard nipple, the sensation going straight to my core and making my pussy clench.
In my mind, it was Blake’s hands on my body, not mine. Those rough fingertips skimming my sides, cupping my breasts. Those long, talented fingers tweaking my nipples.
My eyes fall shut, a moan ripping from my lungs.
I shouldn’t be doing this, but there was no way I’d be able to fall asleep if I didn’t get some kind of release, even if it was by my own hands.
I uncurl my fingers and let my hand move lower, over the swell of my stomach and between my thighs. The first brush of my fingers over my clit makes my whole-body quake.
Bracing my feet against the coffee table for better leverage, I move my hand lower. The slickness between my thighs makes it easy for my finger to slip inside my pussy.
“ Fuck. ”
My legs fall open wider as I pull my hand back, and this time, I slide two fingers inside. There is a soft ache as my fingers fill me, stretching me.
Damn, I missed this.
This feeling of fullness and ecstasy.
I continue thrusting them deeper, the heel of my palm rubbing against my clit, and making my toes curl.
I was close.
So damn close.
“Blake…”
“ Holy fuck, Blondie. ”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I find my G-spot. I swear I could hear him like he was here in the ro?—
My eyes shoot open, and there he is.
My whole body freezes as I try to process what’s happening.
Blake.
Standing in my freaking living room.
His hands are pressed against the doorway as if he’s holding himself back, those gray eyes the color of the stormy sky fixed on me as I suck in a sharp breath.
“Wha—”
I start to pull my hand back, my cheeks red.
Holy hell, Blake was actually he ? —
“Don’t.”
My fingers freeze just at my entrance. Blake’s tongue darts out, sliding over his lower lip, his fingers clenching around the doorway as he growls softly, “Don’t you dare stop now.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m serious. If you’re going to use me to get off, I want to watch. Show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I should probably feel embarrassed, but I couldn’t. Not when I was this close to the edge. Not when Blake was watching me like that. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.
I lift my chin a notch because two could play this game. “I wouldn’t need to make myself come if you did it yourself, you know.”
“You…” Surprise flashes on his face for a split second as he processes my words, but then he runs his hand over his jaw, and there is only hot, burning desire left. “My mistake. One that won’t happen again. I can’t have my girl unsatisfied, now, can I?” The muscle in his jaw ticks, and I can feel my heart start racing faster. “Did you do it often?”
“Blake…”
“Did you?” he repeats, and there is no mistaking the commanding tone of his voice.
I shake my head no.
“I thought so. C’mon, Blondie, show me how you do it. I can see how much you need it. Even from here, I can see you’re dripping for me. Rub that tight pussy and show me how you make yourself come.”
He’s right.
I need it.
Desperately so.
I pull my fingers out and slide them back inside, my gaze locked on his as he watches my every move, approval shining on his face.
“Good girl.” His voice is a low rasp that has goosebumps prickling my skin. I quicken my pace, each time my fingers slip deeper until I finally hit the right spot, and my mouth falls open. My toes press into the table as I arch my back, needing more.
So close.
I was so damn close.
“Look at you. So fucking beautiful. So fucking sweet. I swear I can still taste you on my tongue. That’s the image I get off on late at night when I can’t sleep. I wrap my hand around my cock and make myself come thinking of how perfect you were that night, like a fucking goddess. I think about that tight pussy and how much I want to feel it wrapped?—”
“Blake, fuck. ”
My legs squeeze my hand tightly as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, my whole body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.
My breathing is ragged as I collapse against the couch, trying to regain some sense of composure.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.”
I blink my eyes open, just in time to see Blake push from the doorway. His long steps eat the distance between us, and before I know it, he’s shoving the coffee table away, and he’s in front of me. His large hands cup my face as his mouth crashes against mine.
Finally.
I rake my fingers over his back and grab the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward. Breaking the kiss, Blake takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side before doing the same to mine. He finds my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. My back arches, fingers digging into his hair as I pull him closer. Too soon he lets go, and grabs my hand into his, his lips wrapping around my fingers.
A low groan comes from deep in his lungs as he licks my fingers clean before letting them go with a pop.
“You taste so fucking good. Even better than I remember.”
His eyes hold me hostage as his fingers tug my panties down, and he grabs my ankles.
“Blake, wha?—”
I don’t get to finish before he slides my legs over his shoulders and settles between my spread thighs, his tongue dipping into my soaked pussy.
“Holy gods.”
Blake murmurs something unintelligible as he licks me from bottom to top. His stubble scratches me in the most delicious way as his tongue sinks into me. He’s like a starved man, and I’m his dinner.
He flicks his tongue over my clit, the friction sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
“Blake,” I all but plead softly with him.
My hips arc upward.
I needed more.
Not just that, I needed him inside me.
“Not before you come on my tongue, baby.”
I shake my head and let out a groan in protest that soon turns into a loud moan when his lips wrap around my clit and pull it into his mouth, and his fingers sink inside of me.
The second orgasm catches me completely off guard.
Blake continues fucking me with his finger, his tongue swirling over my nub of nerves as my whole body quivers.
His teeth scrape gently over my clit, sending a shudder through me as he pulls back, licking his lips.
I take in his body. The way that powerful, tattooed chest rises and falls with each quick intake of breath. The large bulge that his shorts can barely contain. He leans down, his mouth brushing against mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue. One of his brows raises in question. “Good?”
His chest brushes against my hard nipples, and I can feel my belly tighten.
I should be spent by now, but after these past few weeks of him teasing me with his kisses and touches, I didn’t think anything would satisfy me.
“More.” I curl my leg around his waist, pulling him to me. “I need more.”
Blake doesn’t need to be told twice as he pushes his pants down, his hard cock springing free. My thighs clench around him at the sight of him.
“I’m clean,” he murmurs as he wraps his hand around his length. “There hasn’t been anybody since you.”
I don’t know why, but that revelation lifts the weight I didn’t even realize I’ve been carrying this whole time.
“Me neither.”
His eyes darken as he moves closer.
“Good.”
Blake slides his cock through my wet folds before he sinks into me in one long thrust.
“Holy…”
His mouth captures mine, swallowing my moan as he kisses me.
It was stupid. I was only lying to myself when I thought taking the edge off with my fingers would be enough. Nothing will ever feel as good as Blake. His dick is stretching me in the best way possible as he braces his hands next to me so as not to squish me, our bodies brushing together.
“Blondie,” he growls, breaking the kiss. “Look at me.”
I blink my eyes open, his face coming into view—every hard line, every prickle of hair, and age mark. He’s beautiful. And he’s mine.
“You’re mine, you get that? No more playing around. No more bullshit. Mine.” His fingers grab my chin, forcing my lips apart as his mouth hovers over mine. “Say it, Savannah. Say who you belong to.”
My pussy clenches around him. Fuck, I was so close. So freaking close. “Blake…”
“Say it.” He pulls back, his tip teasing my entrance, taunting me. And he knows it. “This gorgeous body.” He slides that calloused hand over my side. “This tight pussy. This ass. This stubborn mouth. Who does it belong to?”
“You,” I breathe. My nails dig into his back as he shoves into me in one long thrust, kickstarting my orgasm.
“Damn right it does,” he grits as his thrusts become stronger, harder, more erratic until his whole body goes rigid in my arms, and he comes inside me with a low growl.
He rolls to his back, pulling me with him, and we just lie like that, both of us catching our breaths. I lean against his chest, listening to the hard beat of his heart, for once completely spent as his fingers run up and down my back.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, I’m in Blake’s arms.
“What—”
“I had to go and turn off the stove. I’ve gotcha now.”
Shit, I was so tired I completely forgot about the tea, not that I needed it.
Blake’s arms tighten around me as he carries me up the stairs and into my room where he puts me to bed. I expect him to leave, but he lays next to me, brushing my hair back.
“Blake?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m not complaining, but… What are you doing here?”
Those silvery eyes meet mine, his expression turning serious. “I didn’t like how you left.” He shakes his head and corrects, “I didn’t like that you left, period. Tonight showed me just how good it could be.” His fingers interlock with mine, giving them a squeeze. “How good we could be.”
“Blake…”
He presses his finger against my lips. “No, let me finish. What I said earlier. It wasn’t just empty words said in the moment. I meant every single thing. You’re mine, Savannah. I don’t want to play any more games or hide around. I want us to be together. I choose you, but I need you to choose me back.”
My heart does a little flip inside my chest, his words ringing in my head.
I need you to choose me.
Wasn’t that what I said just weeks ago? That I wouldn’t settle for less than somebody who’s going to choose me for me? And now here he was, asking me that exact thing.
I swallow the knot in my throat, my words coming out raspy, “I’m scared.”
“That makes two of us. Because I’m scared shitless, Savannah. You. This baby. The boys. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You won’t. If somebody will mess it up, it’s me.” I lift my hand, tracing his jaw, and admit softly, “But I want to try. I want to try so badly. You make me feel, Blake. You make me wish for things I have no right wishing.”
“Good.” Leaning down, he presses his mouth against mine. I moan softly, my hand going to the back of his neck and deepening the kiss. Blake’s palms cradle my cheeks. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead against mine. “Because I plan to make every single wish come true.”