Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
BLAKE
Blondie:
Do you have a ladder?
I blink a few times as I reread the message, but the damn thing doesn’t change.
A ladder? Why would she ? —
My gaze drops to the timestamp.
Cursing loudly, I slip my phone into my pocket and go to the kitchen, where I can hear the radio softly playing as Mrs. Maxwell works.
“Hey, Mrs. M., I’m going over to Savannah’s. She messaged me something about a ladder.” The image of Savannah trying to balance her weight on a ladder sends a chill through my bones. Her bump has really grown in the last few weeks, and she shouldn’t be climbing anywhere. It has a “bad idea” written all over it. I shake my head, pushing those thoughts back. “Can you keep an eye on the kids?”
Mrs. Maxwell snorts. “What kind of question is that? Off with you.” She grabs a towel to dry her hands. “I’ll go check in with the boys and see if they want to go to the movies this afternoon. Levi’s been talking about it for days.”
I open my mouth to protest, that familiar pang of guilt eating at me. Levi heard in school that they were premiering the new Spider-Man movie in the small Bluebonnet theater, and he’s been talking on and on about how he wanted to go. I was planning to take him, but with all the other stuff, it just didn’t come up.
“Hey,” Mrs. Maxwell places her hand on my shoulder. “You both need to learn how to let people help you.”
I guess she had me there. I was constantly telling Savannah that she doesn’t have to do everything on her own, and yet, here I was trying to do just the same.
“I have the kids; you go and help your girl.” The corner of her mouth curls up. “You and Savannah deserve some alone time too.”
I run my fingers through my hair, not bothering to tell her we’ve been sneaking our alone time in the middle of the night for weeks now. “Okay, but if you need anything, just call. And you still have your card?—”
She rolls her eyes and pushes me toward the door. “I’ve been doing this for years, mister. I think I can manage. I’d tell you to be careful, but she’s already pregnant so…” She winks at me. “Have fun.”
Before I can say anything, she closes the door in my face, and I can hear her calling Levi and Daniel from the other side of the door.
Shaking my head, I make my way across the street, scanning the space for any sign of Savannah, but there is none.
What is she doing?
Knocking on the door, I wait for a moment, but when there is no answer, I press the door handle.
“Seriously, this woman?—”
Yes, this was a small town, but she should take her safety more seriously.
“Blondie?” I call out, looking down the hallway, but there is no answer.
I peek into the living room, hoping to find her curled on the couch reading one of those smutty books, but once again, it’s empty. Turning on my heels, I glance at the kitchen before making my way up the stairs. “Sav? You in here?”
Did something happen? She didn’t fall, did she?
My hand grips the railing harder as my heart kicks up a notch, dread spreading through me as my mind starts playing different scenarios in my mind, each one worse than the other. My palms turn sweaty as I take two steps at a time, my voice more frantic.
“Savannah?”
The door to her bedroom is open, but there is nobody inside.
Where the hell is she?
I move down the hallway.
“Savannah, where the hell?—”
I stop in my tracks when I reach the doorway of the nursery.
“Blondie.” Her name comes out shaky as I grip the doorway.
Savannah’s back is turned to me, and headphones are covering her ears. The music is so loud, I can hear it all the way here.
Taylor Swift.
She was listening to music; that’s why she hadn’t heard me.
But she’s fine.
Nothing happened to her.
I close my eyes for a moment and suck in a long breath.
She’s fine.
I lean against the doorway, my body sagging in relief as I just watch her. Savannah’s singing along to the music softly, her body moving to the beat as she shakes it off , making her ponytail sway. She’s dressed in overalls that have the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen, along with a gray sports bra underneath it.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
My mouth goes dry, muscles taut with the need to go to her, pull her to me, and claim her in the most basic way possible.
Just then, she turns around, holding the paintbrush as a microphone. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open as she lets out a surprised yelp.
“Blake! You scared the crap out of me,” she mutters as she lowers her headphones. “What are you doing here?”
“I got your message, so I came to check in on you. And it’s a good thing I did.” I tilt my head toward the chair that’s standing on the side. “You weren’t climbing on that thing, were you?”
“Nope,” she answers quickly.
Too quickly.
My eyes narrow at her. “Blondie.”
Her cheeks heat, and she ducks her head, a strand of her hair falling out of her bun.
I push from the door and cross the room, my finger slipping under her chin and tilting her head back. My thumb skims over her lower lip, and she lets out a soft breath, lips parting.
“What?” She shrugs and mutters softly, “The chair is pretty sturdy.”
This woman.
“I’ll give you sturdy. Why are you even painting? The fumes can’t be good for you or the baby.”
“I got the wallpaper and decided to put it up, hence, asking for the ladder, but you didn’t answer, so I just figured I’d do it myself.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Besides, the window is open.”
This stubborn, stubborn woman.
“Twenty minutes. I didn’t get back to you for twenty minutes.”
She points at the wall. “And see how much I got done already?”
I shake my head; there was no winning with her. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
She pokes her tongue at me. “The feeling is mutual.”
The corner of her mouth tilts upward, and I can’t help but lean down and press my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. “I’m going to grab the ladder and a paint roller.” I swipe my thumb over her lower lip and take a step back, giving her a warning look. “Stay. Put.”
“Yessir!”
My cock twitches at her words, my mind coming up with all the other scenarios in which I want her so agreeable. She notices it too because her teeth sink into her lower lip, cheeks turning pink.
Focus on the job.
Shaking my head, I hurry back to my house. It doesn’t take me long to find everything I need in my garage and make my way back to find Savannah still in the nursery, humming softly as she works.
She glances over her shoulder at me. “The boys are back home?”
I shake my head as I place the ladder by the wall and get to work. I dip my roller into the bucket with paint, squeezing the excess out. “No. Mrs. Maxwell offered to take the boys out to the movies. Which means I’m all yours.”
We chat about our day as I paint the room. The space isn’t that big, so it doesn’t take us long to put on the first coat of color. While I focus on the big surfaces, Savannah puts on the fine touches around the door and windows.
Running the back of my hand over my forehead to wipe off the sweat, I drop the roller into the bucket and turn to find Savannah taking in the room, a soft expression on her face.
Crossing the room, I slide my arms around her middle, letting my hands rest against her bump. “What do you think?”
Savannah sighs, leaning into me. “It’s perfect. The wallpaper is such a nice touch; it really makes the room special. I can’t wait to put—” Her gaze meets mine over her shoulder, and she lets out a soft chuckle before biting at the inside of her cheek.
I narrow my eyes at her. “What?”
“You have paint on your cheek,” she teases, pointing at her jaw. “Just about here…”
I rub at the place where she indicated, but it only causes her to giggle harder.
“You’re only making it worse.”
“How am I making it worse? I’m trying to wipe it off.”
“You are.” She turns around to face me and lifts her arm, her finger rubbing at the scruff on my jaw. Those blue eyes take me in, amusement dancing in her irises. “As a matter of fact, you’re all splotchy.”
“I’ll give you splotchy.”
Before she can react, I take the paintbrush from her hand and gently swipe it against her cheek.
Her mouth falls open, eyes widening. “Blake!”
Unable to resist it, I swipe the brush over her nose and wiggle my brows. “You were saying?”
She lifts her hand and swipes at her cheek, staring at the paint covering her fingertips. “Oh, now you’ve done it.”
For a second, I think I might have gone overboard, but then a wicked smile spreads over her mouth. “Game on.”
I don’t even have a chance to move before she dips her hand in the bucket with paint and smears it over my face and chest, giggling the whole time as she takes a step back.
I glance down at my shirt, where her palm print is plastered in the middle of my chest, before slowly lifting my gaze to her retreating body.
“Oh, it’s on, baby.”
Slipping my hands into the paint, I lunge after her. Savannah lets out a loud shriek as my hand smears paint over her side, and in turn she does the same to my shoulder.
We’re both laughing as we paint each other. I grab her ass, pulling her closer to me, my knee slipping between her thighs. Her fingers slide under my shirt, leaving a trace of paint over my abs. I suck in a breath, my laughter dying as her nails scratch at my skin, sending tingles down my spine. My cock jerks in response to her touch.
“Blondie…”
Her name is a soft rasp coming from deep in my lungs.
She tilts her head back, heat blazing in those blue irises. I cup her cheek, my finger running over her chin before I slip my hand to her neck and pull her to me, my mouth crashing over hers.
My fingers dig into her skin, loose strands tickling my wrist as I pull her to me, my tongue swiping into her mouth. There is nothing gentle about the kiss. Just this raw, aching need that’s building inside of me to have her, claim her, in the most basic way possible. I fuck her mouth with my tongue as she grinds herself against my hard length, and a low moan bubbles out of her.
“We’re all dirty,” she pants, breaking the kiss.
“We are.” I move my hands to her cheeks, smearing the paint over the soft skin. “Very, very dirty.”
It was silly. We were acting like two kids, but damn it, if it wasn’t the most fun I had in ages. And it was all because of her.
“What are we gonna do about it, Blondie?” I ask, my voice coming out rough.
“I think we need a shower.”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip, her fingers curling around the hem of my shirt and tugging me after her as she starts walking backward.
My eyes are locked on hers, the space between us sizzling with pent-up tension as she pulls me to the bathroom.
The moment the door closes behind us, I tug her to me, my mouth crashing over hers. The kiss is hectic as we rip into each other’s clothes, tossing them aside until there is nothing between us, only skin on naked skin.
I lift her into my arms, my lips tracing her neck as I carry her into the shower and turn on the water. The icy blast cascades over my burning skin, but neither of us minds as we explore each other’s bodies.
I nip at her lower lip as she pulls back and runs her hands down my chest and abs, her fingers curling around my thick length.
“Savannah…” I hiss and watch her lower to her knees in front of me.
“Yes?” She bats her eyelashes innocently. Her tongue peeks out, sliding over her lower lip, giving me a few slow pumps before she takes me into her mouth.
“Fucking hell, woman,” I curse as she swipes her tongue over the underside of me and slowly pulls back until my tip is the only thing left between those pretty pink lips. “You’re killing me.”
She hums happily, the corner of her mouth tipping slightly as she licks the precum from my tip.
“Good,” she murmurs and takes me into her mouth.
“ Fuuuuck .”
My eyes fall shut for a second. I slip my fingers into her hair, fisting the silky strands as she slowly takes me deeper into her mouth, her hand pumping at my base.
I tighten my grip on the back of her head. “I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours, and you’ll take it like a good girl,” I whisper, my voice coming out rough.
She hums her agreement, desire burning in her irises. The sound sends vibrations over my sensitive dick as her tongue swirls around me.
Groaning, I pull back and fuck her mouth. My fingers are fisting her hair, controlling the movement as she takes me deeper.
“Fuck, you’re glorious, Savannah.” I untangle one of my hands and slip it under her chin, my thumb rubbing over the underside of her lip. “So fucking stunning.”
She might be the one on her knees in front of me, but I was hers.
She had all the power, and she didn’t even realize it.
“So fucking mine.”
There is no mistaking the possessiveness in my voice as I say the words out loud.
Savannah’s eyes widen, her cheeks are flushed, her grip around my cock tightening as her hand falls between her thighs.
“Fuck that pussy with your fingers, Blondie. I want you wet and ready for me once I sink inside you because I won’t be leaving anytime soon.”
Dropping my hand, I cup her tit, tweaking her hard nipple.
She moans as I fuck her mouth, each time slipping a little bit deeper. The pressure builds inside my spine, and my abs flex. Her eyes were watering when I hit the back of her throat, barely holding onto control. Cursing loudly, I pull her back. Her teeth graze over my length, making me shudder as my cock pops out of her mouth, and I tug her to her feet.
“Blake, wha?—”
“Hands on the wall.”
Turning her away from me, I press my front against her back. One of my hands slides just under her stomach, while with the other I interlock my fingers with hers and place our hands against the tiles.
In one swift movement, I enter her from behind.
Savannah sucks in a breath, her sweet cunt squeezing around my length like a vise grip.
“Blake,” she moans softly, her eyes falling shut as she trembles in my arms. “I need…”
“I know exactly what you need, baby,” I whisper and nip at the hollow of her neck as I fuck her, each time sinking deeper into her.
Rubbing at the swell of her belly, I slide my hand lower, cupping her sex and teasing her clit. The small bundle of nerves pulses against my thumb.
I nuzzle the side of her face. Savannah glances at me, her eyes heavy with need. I watch them darken, her lips parting as I hit just the right spot. Her body shakes as she comes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words are more like a growl as I speed up my movements, chasing my own release.
I capture her lips, swallowing her moan as my tongue sinks into her mouth. The kiss is messy as I slam into her—over and over again. Wild and needy.
Savannah’s hand wraps around me, pulling me closer, her nails digging into my skin as she comes again, just as I let out a roar and explode inside of her.
Savannah goes limp, so I wrap my arms around her body and pull her to my chest, kissing her shoulder. “I’ve gotcha, Blondie.”
“Mm-hmm…” She blinks her eyes open and glances at me over her shoulder, her hand cupping my cheek. Her hair is wet, cheeks flushed, and there are still remnants of paint on her face, but I don’t think she’s ever been more beautiful to me. “I know.”
The trust shining in those blue irises makes my throat tight. The words I wanted to tell her so badly are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them back and press my mouth against her forehead in a gentle kiss as I pull out of her.
“We’re still dirty,” she says, pressing her thighs together.
“I like when you’re dirty,” I chuckle, the corner of my mouth lifting in a self-satisfied smirk. “Tell you what, I’ll help you wash off, and then I’ll take you to bed and get you dirty all over again.”
“Promises, promises,” she singsongs.
“You should know by now that I’m very good at keeping my promises.”