Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Ty
I’d wrestled with words and feelings for a week now. Now was not the time for either. It was the time for senses and sensations. Her sweet vanilla scent curling into my nose, the silky brush of her hair against my skin. The soft moan spilling from her throat.
I scooped her into my arms and set her upright on the floor, not letting go for even a second before my lips captured hers. My kiss was filled with profuse apologies and desperate need—neither of which seemed to translate into my native tongue.
I only had to give her one piercing look before she nodded, accepted my outstretched hand and walked with me to the stairs.
They creaked under our weight as they carried us to a small reprieve from our grief, delivering us into a dimension where we could forget past and future and only acknowledge this single time and space in front of us.
I still heard the echo of Take care of her, Ty. Her eyes begged me to give her enough to make his absence survivable.
“Please,” was her single plea as she pressed back onto the mattress, arms outstretched.
I couldn’t take away her pain any more than she could remove mine, but we could dull it, numb it for an hour or two, like taking aspirin for a headache helps for a little while before the throbbing slowly returns.
“Are you sure?”
Lainey’s head bobbed, and a rogue tear slipped down her cheek.
I unfastened my pants and let them slide to the floor, then gripped my shirt in both hands, pulling it over my head.
She nodded, her gaze zeroing in on my boxer briefs that stretched taut over my swelling manhood.
When her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip, I slid them down my thighs and climbed onto the bed, taking in the sight of her spread before me.
She untied the belt at her waist, and her fluffy robe spread open, revealing two blush-pink mounds. Her pale skin with its turquoise crisscross of veins, the roundness of her stomach as it rose around her navel, and the fullness of her hips and thighs were on full display.
She was a work of art, the perfect mix of voluptuous and delicate, and drinking in her beauty made my cock ache to be inside her. The only way she could be more beautiful than just lying here gazing up at me was with her back arched and lips parted in ecstasy.
My fingertips trailed across her smooth skin, eliciting a soft moan. “What do you want, Lainey?”
“I need you.” She skipped right over her wants and went straight to her needs. “Please make love to me, Ty.”
I wouldn’t hesitate or question her again. I just needed to make sure.
I straddled her and leaned down to explore one hard rose-colored nipple with my mouth, followed by the other.
She gasped when I sucked her sensitive peak between my teeth and bit down gently before soothing it with the tip of my warm tongue.
My stiff cock nestled between her thighs—I was trying so hard to be patient, but it oozed with anticipation of being inside her.
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. “I need you now, Ty.” Pressing the tip against her clit, she sighed, and a slight shudder rippled through her body, straight down my cock.
As she guided me inside her, I captured her lips with mine, burying myself deep as I stole her breath with my kiss. She bucked up against me while pushing my hips down to take me farther.
“Fuck…nice and slow like that,” she moaned as I pumped in and out of her steadily.
As I braced myself on my wrists, angling deeper inside her, her eyes popped open, meeting mine. A mixture of gratitude and desire shone in her blue irises, and when they fluttered closed again and her lips opened into a round shape, I knew she was on the verge.
I’d seen her like this, suspended on the edge of ecstasy, so many times.
Bringing her there was a source of pride, and nothing—nothing—pushed me over the cliff faster than watching pleasure wash over her.
I picked up my pace, my fingers threading through her long, silky brunette tresses as I devoured her mouth again, swallowing each pant, hiss, and moan.
My body tightened as I pistoned into her, her legs wrapping around my torso as she tensed beneath me. Then she froze for a fraction of a second as her walls closed in on me, holding me in place before wildly spasming around me.
The sound that rushed out of her mouth was a torrent of pressurized emotions and expletives.
The comprehension part of my brain had switched off, and I was right behind her, pumping her full of my seed.
Grunting, I collapsed on top of her, the waves of my climax rushing over me again and again before slowly receding.
I rolled to my side and gathered her in my arms. “Lainey, tell me what you need…”
But she couldn’t speak. She erupted into deep, inconsolable sobs as she buried her face in my chest. I just held her tight, my own tears soaking into her hair.
What else could we do but take comfort in each other? Noah was gone, and his absence had left a gaping hole that we could only fill together.
Was there any other way than this?
* * *
We must have drifted off at some point, because the next time awareness dug its claws into me, it was four in the morning. I jerked awake after processing the number on the clock. Lainey was curled in the fetal position, her ass on my side of the bed.
I have to go, I told myself.
I’d spent the night over here dozens of times, but that was when Noah was here. When no one would think anything beyond, oh, he probably had too much to drink the night before and crashed on the couch.
Now if someone saw me sneaking out of her house, climbing into my car and pulling out of her driveway…
It would be running through the police gossip mill by noon. The town’s by five.
“Where are you going?” she croaked as I reached for my clothes.
“I can’t stay, baby. You know that.”
She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I know, but I still want you to.”
I sat on the bed as I pulled on my socks. “I want to, but—”
“I went to the ER last night,” she blurted out.
Every nerve in my body froze. “What? You were right here all night.”
“No,” she shook her head, “the night before. My mom took me to the emergency room.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t been eating, but I’ve been throwing up.” She pulled the sheets up to cover her naked body.
“What’s wrong with you? What did they say?”
She bit her lower lip and hesitated. “They ran some tests,” she finally said.
“And?”
“Ty…” her voice was nothing but a whisper, “I’m pregnant.”