Chapter 34
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
DARE
My cock aches to be inside her, but I can tell the conversation was a bit intense tonight. I don’t push it. Instead, I help Chassis clean up dinner, and then we walk over to the sofa and sink down together. Reaching for the remote, I power on the television.
“You wanna watch a movie?” I ask.
I absolutely do not want to watch a movie. The only thing I want to do is fuck my woman. But I’m exhausted. The last few days have taken a fucking toll on me. A good orgasm and about twelve hours of sleep would not be amiss right about now.
“Something old,” she murmurs.
Holding back my laughter, I wonder if her old and my old are the same. I swear to fuck if she asks me to watch some fucking movies from the nineties, I will have some serious questions about what the fuck we’re doing here.
“My Favorite Wife,” she states before she slips the remote from my hand. I have never heard of that movie before, but I watch as she navigates the Max streaming app and then lands on a black-and-white movie.
“It’s Cary Grant and Irene Dunne,” she murmurs.
“You’ve seen it?” I keep my voice low.
I can’t hide the awe in my tone. I can’t believe she likes classic movies from the forties. I have to confess that when I think of old movies, I’m imagining movies from the sixties and seventies, not the forties, but that doesn’t mean I’m not into it. I really fucking am.
The movie begins, and before the opening credits even finish, she’s curled against my side, and her cheek is pressed against my chest. Then her arm slides around my stomach. Lifting my own arm, I curl it around her shoulder and begin to draw small circles on her arm.
I’m not really paying much attention to the movie, not when she’s this close to me. When her scent surrounds me. This woman is going to be my undoing. She is going to make me start a war because I know that piece of shit is going to come after her.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to wait until he strikes first. I might have to kill him before he even does anything, and then the agreement with Rustik will be in breach.
I’m not sure how Rustik would take that.
If the tables were turned, I don’t think I would be patient or forgiving if Rustik killed one of my men, even if he was causing problems.
Tipping my chin, I look down at the top of her head, then shift my gaze to slide over her body.
Her hand rests on her belly. It’s small still.
I don’t even notice it all the time, but I swear it’s growing a bit more each passing day.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about that, but I fucking love it.
I’m excited for this baby. I want him. He doesn’t know it yet, but even though he’s not my blood…
He’s my son.
He’ll have my last name, and I can’t fucking wait for every single moment. I had resigned myself, at my age, to the fact that I wouldn’t have any children at all. It wasn’t something I thought about, but now that it’s a possibility, I can’t fucking wait.
My lips twitch into a smile before I lower my chin and touch my lips to the top of her head. Closing my eyes, I inhale her. I don’t know what perfect or heaven is, and being the man I am, I will probably never know, but this feels like it could be just that—heaven.
The movie ends, and I didn’t even watch five minutes of it, so lost in thought. Chassis puts pressure against my stomach before she pushes up and tilts her head back. Her eyes find mine and her lips curve up into a grin.
“I’ve been wanting to watch that movie for a few months. Thanks for watching it with me,” she murmurs.
“I didn’t watch much, gotta admit,” I state.
Her eyes widen. “You didn’t?”
Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “Busy thinking. Can’t turn my brain off when something is in the works.”
“You mean something you can’t control?”
Spot fucking on.
“Yeah,” I confirm with a snort. “I can’t control any of this, and it’s wrecking me.”
Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s already straddling my thighs. I grab hold of her hips, keeping her right there. Letting my head fall back against the couch cushion, I look up at her.
Absolutely fucking stunning.
Releasing her hip, I reach up and slide my palm along her cheek, my gaze never leaving hers. My thumb glides across her bottom lip. My eyes are focused on her blue ones. My entire fucking body craves this woman.
“Amos,” Chassis whispers.
Her eyes search my own, her lips curve up into a grin, and then she wraps her fingers around my wrist before she turns her head, her lips touching the center of my palm. I don’t know how in the fuck, but I could come just like this.
My cock hardens, pressing against the zipper of my jeans. Then she leans forward, closing the distance between us, her lips so close to mine that I almost feel them. When she speaks, they touch mine with every word she says, and I can’t deny that shit is fucking erotic.
“Control me. At least here, for this.”