Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Leif
The Moment the Game Changed
This morning didn’t go as I expected.
It went a lot better. So much fucking better.
The taste of her is still on my tongue, the addictive, sweet-slick heat of her cunt, the way she fucking melted against my mouth like she was made for it. I can still feel the tight, desperate clutch of her pussy around my fingers, how greedy she was for more, how she begged so pretty, how she came apart the way I wanted—shaking, breathless, wrecked.
And then, the bath.
That was torture.
Sitting behind her in that oversized tub, warm water lapping against us, her body pressed against mine—soft, supple, perfect. My cock was hard as fucking granite, throbbing against the small of her back, but I behaved. Even when she wiggled her ass, shifting against me like she knew exactly what she was doing, I didn’t take her the way I wanted. I didn’t pin her to the edge of that tub, didn’t shove her forward and fuck her until she screamed my name, until she was gripping the porcelain with shaking hands, unable to do anything but take it.
I wanted to.
Fuck, I wanted to.
But she needed care first. Needed me to show her before I took more. Needed me to show her that I can love her unconditionally without demanding anything.
So I washed her instead, took my time running my hands over her, massaging soap into her skin, rubbing gentle circles into her shoulders until she melted into me. I kissed her temple, whispered things I’m not sure she was ready to hear. And when I carried her out of that bathroom, dried her off, and tucked her into my bed, I knew one thing for certain:
Next time, I wouldn’t stop myself.
Now, she’s sitting at the kitchen island, stealing strawberries from the fruit platter George meticulously arranged. She’s not even trying to be subtle about it. Every few seconds, she plucks another from the perfectly symmetrical display and pops it into her mouth like she belongs here.
Like she’s mine.
I rub my jaw, watching her, still fighting the last remnants of frustration from that bath. I should be thinking about something else—literally anything else—but the way she’s sitting there, my shirt hanging loose off one shoulder, her bare legs tucked up on the stool, her hair damp and soft from where I ran my hands through it . . .
Yeah, I’m in trouble.
And she doesn’t even realize.
I take a slow sip of coffee, trying to not focus on the fact that I still want her. Not just physically—though, yeah, that’s there too—but in the way that unsettles me. I’ve always wanted her, waited for her. And now?
Now I have some reassurance that she’s letting me have her. That I’ll get all of her.
George moves around the kitchen, setting down plates stacked with eggs, crispy bacon, toast, and what I assume is some obnoxiously expensive jam. He doesn’t say a word about Hailey completely ignoring all of it in favor of pilfered fruit. Doesn’t even blink when she sneaks another strawberry like she’s getting away with something.
“I saw that,” I murmur, watching as she lifts the berry to her lips, biting into it slowly, intentionally.
Her gaze flicks to mine, mischievous. “You can’t prove anything.”
I smirk, setting my mug down, leaning forward. “I don’t need proof, Hail. I know you.”
She chews, her lips curving like she’s enjoying this little game. “Maybe I just like stealing things that aren’t mine.”
My grip tightens around my mug.
Not hers?
Is she saying I’m not hers but she’ll take me? Fuck, this woman has no idea what she does to me. The way she tosses out words like they don’t mean something. Like she doesn’t realize they dig under my skin and make a fucking home there.
I know I matter to her.
She wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.
I shift in my seat, rolling my shoulders back, forcing myself to ease up. She lets me have her in pieces, little bits at a time, and I can’t rush her.
Doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
“Eat your eggs, Thief,” I say, pushing her plate toward her. “You’re eating for two.”
She groans, flopping forward onto the counter like I just ruined her life. “That’s not how it works. The baby is, like, the size of a lemon.”
I lift a brow. “Sorry to tell you, but it is how it works.” I cut into my eggs, taking my time. “The baby is the size of a kiwi, but still, eat.”
She glares at me but picks up her fork anyway, stabbing at her food like it personally offended her.
George refills my coffee, then hers, before moving around the kitchen one last time. He doesn’t need to say anything—he’s already stocked the fridge for lunch and snacks, tidied what little needed tidying, and now, like the true professional he is, he slips out through the side entrance without a word.
The door clicks shut behind him.
I glance at Hailey, and then I say it.
“You tried to beg for my cock, but begging isn’t enough, sweetheart. I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to own you. I want to be so deep inside this tight little cunt that you feel me for days. And when I’m done? I’m gonna fill you up, make you mine, fuck my come so deep it stays inside you.”
Her fork clatters against her plate.
She blinks. Once. Twice. Then, “Jesus, Leif. Just say it, why don’t you.”
I lean back, lips curving slightly. “I just did.”
She groans, dragging her hands over her face like she’s trying to scrub the words from existence. But I don’t miss the flush creeping up her throat, the way her thighs press together beneath the counter.
Good.
I rest my elbow on the island, watching her carefully, letting the words settle. “You’re already pregnant,” I say, voice low, even. Calculated. “There’s no reason for me to use a condom. No risk.”
She lets out a slow breath, her hands still covering her face, but she’s listening. I can see it in the way her body reacts, in the way her fingers tighten against her cheeks before she finally peeks at me through them.
“You’ve been thinking about this?”
“Long enough. It happened while I massaged you and listened to you moan.” I pause, letting that settle and add, “Then . . . well, then I really knew I had to do it when I heard you in your room, while your pretty little pussy took your fingers so well.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows.
I brush my knuckles down her jaw, slow, teasing. “I thought about how fucking good it would feel to spread you open on my cock. To fill you up, keep you full.” I lean in, my lips barely skimming the shell of her ear. “I thought about what it would feel like to fuck you so deep, you’d still feel me inside you days later.”
She makes a strangled noise, her fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.
But I’m not done.
“You want to be mine, Hailey?” My other hand slides to her bare thigh, my thumb stroking up the sensitive inside. Not touching her where she needs me, but close enough that she can feel the heat of it. “Because I don’t just want to fuck you. I don’t just want to make you come until you forget your own name.”
I lift my head, my gaze locking onto hers.
“I want to claim every inch of you. I want to fuck you raw. Bare. I want my come dripping down your thighs. I want to watch you spread it with your fingers, push it back inside, keep yourself messy just for me.”
Her breath hitches, her thighs clenching around my hand.
“Leif.” My name is barely a whisper. Like she’s already unraveling.
I palm the back of her neck, tilting her head back, forcing her eyes on mine. “You want it?”
She nods, but I don’t accept that.
“Use your words. I don’t give anything until you use that pretty mouth to ask,” I warn her.
A shaky exhale leaves her lips. Then, finally, she gives me what I want. “Yes.”
I smile, but she needs to learn that she needs to use her words. “Yes, what, Hailey? What do you want?”
“Your cock, bare, filling me up with your cum,” she says her eyes shining with need.
“Good girl. My girl is going to let me give her my cum anywhere I want, yes?”
Her yes barely leaves her lips before I claim her mouth. I kiss her hard. No hesitation. No teasing. Just raw, unfiltered need. My fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head back, giving me full access to her mouth as I devour her. She gasps against me, and I take it—take everything. My tongue sweeps against hers, deep, demanding, owning her.
She melts into it, moaning into my mouth, her body bowing into mine like she was made to fit against me. My grip tightens, one hand still locked around her neck, the other sliding down to her bare thigh, pushing it apart, spreading her for me.
I pull back just enough to bite her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth before letting it go with a low, filthy groan.
“You’re gonna take me raw, aren’t you, sweetheart?” My voice is nothing but gravel and sex.
She nods—frantic, breathless.
But that’s not enough.
I cup her jaw, forcing her to look at me, my thumb tracing the kiss-swollen curve of her mouth. “Say it.”
Her lips part, her breath shaky. “I want you raw.”
“Fuck.” My cock throbs at the words.
I push between her legs, pressing against the heat of her cunt through the flimsy material of my shirt, the only thing she’s wearing. I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. Letting her feel how fucking hard I am for her.
Then, I dip my head, my mouth a breath away from her ear.
“You’re gonna take every fucking drop, Hailey.” My teeth graze her earlobe, my hand slipping higher, fingertips skimming the edge of her soaked slit. “Gonna milk my cock, aren’t you? Let me fill this tight little cunt until you can’t keep it inside?”
She whimpers. Full-body. Thighs clenching. Hands gripping my arms like she needs something to hold onto.
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?” My fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, sliding up her bare stomach, dangerously close.
Her head falls back, mouth parting, offering herself up to me.
Mine.
And this time, I’m not waiting.
I shouldn’t be this close to losing it.
But fuck, I am.
Hailey is sprawled in front of me, flushed and wrecked from nothing but my mouth and words. Her thighs are open, her breath stuttering, her pupils so blown I can barely see the brown anymore.
And I want to ruin her.
But first?—
I drag my thumb over her lips, watching the way she shivers. “Tell me something, sweetheart.”
She blinks up at me, dazed. “Huh?”
I smirk. She’s already gone.
But this is important.
“When was the last time you were tested?” I murmur, my fingers still tracing her lips, down her throat, over her collarbone.
Her brows furrow for a split second before she blinks again, clearing the fog. “Oh. Uh, when I was at the doctor’s office receiving the news that I have a baby on board.” She waves a hand vaguely around her belly. Her fingers skim down my arm, her touch light. “I always use condoms, though. And it’s not like there were many.”
“I was tested about three months ago,” I tell her. “Haven’t had sex in a couple of years, and I always used condoms before that. Always.”
Her lips part, brows lifting slightly. “A couple of years?”
I nod.
Her eyes flick over my face, searching. “Like . . . two? Or like . . . five?”
I snort. “Two.”
“Huh.” She tilts her head. “Did you take a vow of celibacy or something?”
I run my hand up her thigh, squeezing when she gasps. “Not exactly.”
“Then why?—”
I cut her off, brushing my lips over her throat. “I decided I was too old to keep fucking around when I was already in love. It was just a matter of . . .”
I feel the second she gets it.
Her breath catches, her fingers flexing against my arms.
Good. Let that sink in, sweetheart.
I pull back, watching her, giving her time to say something. Anything.
But she just stares, lips parting, tongue darting out to wet them.
And fuck me, I want her mouth on me, but maybe not now. I’ll let it sink into her that I’ve been waiting patiently for her. That I love her, even when I have never said it, only showed it.