Chapter forty-three
My cell phone started vibrating, and I pulled it off the table to see who it was. Thomas's messages were nothing new since we were dating, but thinking about them made me tense after the day's events.
Thomas:
Are you at home?
Helena:
Yes.
Thomas:
Busy?
Helena:
Preparing for next week's children's class.
Thomas:
Can I steal a bit of it?
Helena:
Where are you?
Thomas:
Look out of the window.
I stopped replying to his messages and got up. The windows of the apartment all faced the street, and I could see him standing at the entrance to the building, leaning on the side of his luxury car. He wasn't wearing his usual suit, but he still looked good in dark pants and a gray polo shirt.
He waved at me when he realized that I was watching him, and I waved back in an almost involuntary movement.
I put aside my notebooks and went down to him after telling my grandmother.
“Hi!” I smiled as I met him in the street.
“Hey...” Thomas leaned towards me, and I couldn't contain my impulse to get closer and stand on tiptoe to kiss him.
He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and gave me a few kisses before plunging his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was tender and intense at the same time, making me forget any tension, at least for as long as it lasted.
“We hadn't agreed on anything today,” I said when he moved away to take a closer look at me.
“I just wanted to see my girlfriend for a bit, can't I?”
“Of course!” I couldn't help but smile. “Did the girls stay with the nanny?”
“Yes. They should go to bed soon.”
“How nice!”
“They're always asking about you.”
“As if we hadn't spent the whole day together.”
“It's different when it's just the four of us.”
“I know...”
“Mylon told me about Diana.”
I swallowed at his words. Remembering that woman wasn't exactly what I wanted to do at the moment.
“She turned to see the girls, but Mylon soon took them away.”
“They did the right thing.”
“What does she want?” I ventured to ask.
“I don't know yet.” Thomas stared at me and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer. “You seem tense.”
“It's nothing.”
“Helena...”
I became even more nervous. I felt I needed to tell Thomas about the pregnancy, but at the same time, it didn't seem like the best time with that woman haunting us. If she had said all those terrible things to me, she could have said even worse things to him.
“Never mind.”
“What did she do?” she insisted.
“Nothing.”
“It's not what it seems.”
“He only said a few things...”
“Look,” he lifted my face by the chin and made me face him, “I don't want you to let whatever she said affect you.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, love. Anyone.”
“Do you think I might be a gold-digger or something?”
“What? Of course not. That woman is crazy.”
I smiled, feeling reassured by his answer.
“Is that what she told you?”
I said yes.
“Don't worry. I love you, Helena; the girls do too.”
My smile widened even more.
“I love you all too.”
I moved my mouth closer to Thomas's, and this time, our kiss became much more intense. My body warmed up as his hands went around it, and it was easy to remember how I had ended up pregnant.
“Go find a room!” someone shouted as they passed by on the street, and I turned away completely clumsily.
“I bet it's jealousy,” joked Thomas.
“We can't keep grabbing each other in the middle of the street.”
“Then come with me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again.
“Not today.”
“Please...”
“I have classes to finish, and you must have work to do.”
“I can continue tomorrow.” He grazed his goatee on my neck, knowing how hard it was to resist the shiver he was giving me.
“I'd better not.” I slipped my hands around his shoulders.
“Are you sure?”
“I have.”
“Okay.” He ended up agreeing. “But only if you agree to have dinner with me.”
“Just dinner?”
“And whatever else I'm entitled to.” He smiled mischievously.
“Thomas.”
“Tell me you don't like it.” He put his hands on my ass, squeezing it, and it took a lot of willpower and the fact that we were in the middle of the street to push him away.
“I like it, but we can't do it here.” I slapped the back of his hand.
“Then get into my car so I can drive us to a quieter place.”
“What are you proposing?”
“I think you understand.”
My main concern at that moment should have been to tell him I was pregnant and not to continue having sex like two teenagers, but it was that seductive look and the thick voice that had put me in that situation.
“I need to get home.”
“I promise I'll bring her back.” His smile got even bigger.
Maybe I shouldn't have, but I got in the car anyway.
Thomas drove for a few minutes until he stopped in the parking lot of a small roadside motel.
“I can take her to a better place.”
“Sounds perfect. I thought we were going to have sex in the back seat of your car.” I giggled.
“This is also an option.”
“Let's just get a key.”
“As you wish.”
We got out of the car, and the woman at reception didn't say anything; she just took payment for one night and gave us one of the rooms.
As soon as we entered, my boyfriend closed the door behind us and locked it.
“Thomas...” A part of me even considered telling him I was pregnant, but I was silenced by his lips, and my hard-on spoke louder.
“I spend all day thinking about your smell.” He sniffed my neck, and every part of me vibrated.
Thomas pressed me against the wall as his mouth slid down my throat, leaving kisses, bites, and hickeys that enveloped me in a haze of increasingly intense arousal.
I pulled his hair and brought his tongue back to mine. As we tasted each other's mouths in that uncontrolled need, it was hard to even worry about breathing.
His firm hands gripped my waist, and he pulled down my elastic shorts in one fell swoop, taking my panties with him and leaving me naked from the waist down in a few moments.
I rubbed my body against him, eager for more, crazy to feel him, and my unprotected sex met the bulge in his pants. My fingers went down to him, and without any calm, I unzipped his pants. I slipped my hand inside his underpants and pulled out his throbbing penis and the area between my thighs. He was stiff, his veins were bulging, and I couldn't wait to get him inside me.
“Come here.” Thomas wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, pressing my body against the wall.
He thrust into me without even bothering to take off the rest of our clothes. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and sprawled against the wall, lifting myself up before leaning in to kiss him again.
Thomas held me with one hand and leaned the other on the wall, moving in and out of me in a delicious rhythm that made me wetter and wetter. My desire for that man was so intense that he slid in easily. With each thrust, all I could think about was the next one, and I couldn't wait for it.
“Oh, you're so hot...” he moaned in my ear.
“You too.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, hugging him and giving myself over to the moment.
I forgot about the offenses and all the bad feelings I had experienced that day just to feel him. When I was in his arms, it was too intense and incredible.
He held me again and took me to bed. He didn't pull out of me as I lay on the hard mattress, much less comfortable than the hotels he was used to taking me to. However, we could have been having sex on the floor, and I wouldn't have cared. My only concern was having him in me and being dominated by all those sensations.
I pulled his shirt off to feel his skin and ran my hands over his muscles. I knew he worked out at lunchtime, but I was still amazed at how he managed to keep in shape.
I stared into his blue eyes and let myself climax as his pelvis rubbed against my clitoris. I collapsed on the bed, completely knocked out by the climax, and he kept moving until he joined me.
After we had both come, Thomas gave me a quieter kiss and lay down next to me.
“I'm still taking her to dinner.”
“I thought I'd had enough.”
“Today was just a quickie, or did you forget that you made me promise to take you home?”
“Yeah, I need to get back...”
“Promise you'll be all mine tomorrow?”
“I'm all yours.” I lay on my side, seeking your gaze.
“I loved hearing that.” He pulled me in for another kiss.
“Now I have to go.” I got up to take a quick shower and pull myself together.
“Are you sure?” He hugged me from behind.
“I have...” It took a lot of willpower not to go back to bed with him.
“Okay, I'll leave her at home.”
“Thank you.” I turned my face and gave him a quick kiss before escaping to the bathroom.
I hoped that dinner the next day would be the opportunity to finally tell him that I was pregnant.