Chapter 30 Theo
THIRTY
THEO
Early morning sunlight filters through the bedroom curtains, slowly pulling me from a peaceful sleep.
Finley’s naked back is pressed to my front, my hand resting over her belly, where it stayed all night.
Now that she’s officially on the home stretch of her pregnancy, with about a month to go, I’ve been more protective than ever.
I feel unhinged sometimes, having to remind myself that she’s a strong, independent woman who can take care of herself—but it hasn’t been easy.
I may look and act like a giant teddy bear, but I’d burn the world down for my girls.
I push up on one elbow, carefully sweeping a stray lock of red hair from Fin’s face.
Just like they always are when we’re snuggled up under the comforter, her cheeks are pink and warm, her pouty lips parted as she snores peacefully.
She’s been having trouble getting comfortable, especially when she’s lying down, so it’s a relief to see that she managed to get a full night’s sleep.
I’d like to think the multiple orgasms I gave her before bed last night helped a little, too.
Taking in her beautiful features, my heart swells in my chest. The delicate slope of her nose and the light smattering of freckles that run across it. The small wrinkle between her brows that digs in when she’s deep in thought. The soft, sweet skin that I’ve spent hours pressing kisses to.
I love every part of her so much that it almost hurts.
Just as I’m about to say fuck it and skip out on practice so I can spend the day admiring this woman’s beauty, she inhales a long, deep breath.
“I can feel you staring, stalker.” Her voice is raspy and full of sleep, but her sassy attitude is wide awake as she turns her head and looks at me through her lashes.
“There she is,” I say, kissing her softly. “I don’t think it counts as stalking when you willingly fell asleep in my bed. I’m pretty sure this is just classified as a regular guy who’s obsessed with his girlfriend.”
She raises a dubious brow. “Your girlfriend, huh? I don’t remember agreeing to that.” She tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably, turning into her pillow to hide the smile that plays at her lips.
“Is that so?” I ask, digging my fingers into her side.
She barks a laugh, her knees jerking up to avoid my attack.
“Make no mistake, Finley Bolton. You’re my girlfriend.
You’re about to be the mother of my children, and one day, I’m going to make you my wife.
Get ready to be the happiest girl alive, because I plan on spoiling the fuck out of you until the end of time. ”
She turns her body toward me, arms wrapping around my neck as she smiles brightly.
“You drive a very hard bargain, Mr. Calloway, but I don’t hate the way any of that sounds.
I don’t need you to spoil me, though. Despite all the lavish gifts you give, I’m a pretty simple girl.
Just wow me with that talented tongue every now and then, and we’ll be good to go. ”
A cocky grin stretches across my face. “I can definitely do that. In fact,” I say, reaching my hand between her legs to find her already wet and swollen, “I’d really love to showcase my skills for you right now.”
She drops her chin, looking up at me with skepticism written all over her expression. “Only if you stop treating me like I’m made of glass. Last night was amazing, but every time I tried to get you to go harder, you pulled away. I need more, Theo. Please?”
Fuck.
She’s right. I have been extra careful with her lately.
I’ve done all kinds of research and know that rough sex is perfectly fine during pregnancy as long as she isn’t uncomfortable.
We even asked the doctor at her last appointment, just to be sure, but my brain just can’t grasp onto the fact that I’m not hurting the baby in some way.
I need to get over it, though. Because, clearly, it’s affecting Finley.
“I’m sorry,” I reply, exhaling a slow, resigned breath as my gaze catches hers. “I can’t think of anything I want more than to fuck you in the filthiest ways, but you have to promise you’ll tell me if something doesn’t feel right.”
“Of course, I will,” she says, her palm finding my cheek. “But I’m going to be fine. I want this…really bad.”
Swallowing thickly, I nod. “Okay. I think we should have a safe word, just in case. It would make me feel better to know that if you don’t like what I’m doing, we can call the whole thing off with no questions asked.”
She smiles softly. “That’s a good idea. How about cherry, since I used to give you extras at the club, so you’d notice me.”
I used to get so excited every time she’d top my drink with multiple cherries, even though the guys would give me shit about it.
They’d say I was dreaming, and that she was just being nice, but I left the place feeling like I was on top of the world.
It seems like a lifetime ago, and now here we are, waking up next to one another every morning.
I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.
“Cherry, it is, Mama,” I reply with a smirk, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips because she’s too pretty not to do it as much as I can. “Say that word, and everything stops. Otherwise, you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Her expression clouds with hunger, and I seal my mouth over hers, plunging my tongue inside. She feeds me a deep, needy moan, making my cock throb between my legs. I want this woman more than she’ll ever know, but I plan on spending the rest of my life trying to show her.
Still lying on our sides, we kiss passionately, hands roaming each other’s bodies until the tension is palpable.
We’re licking, sucking, tasting, and teasing, each languid sweep adding to the fire that’s building between us.
And when I can no longer take it, I pull her thigh over my hip and lower a hand to her slick heat.
“Fuck, baby. This pussy is always so wet for me,” I groan as I drag my middle finger from back to front, gathering her sweetness.
I paint it over her clit, earning a sharp gasp when I get the pressure just right.
The sensitive bundle of nerves hardens under my touch, her hips bucking into me as loud whimpers ricochet off my lips.
I try not to get overwhelmed with lust, because there’s no way I’ll last long if I don’t pace myself here. Finley barely even has to touch me to make me explode as it is. But she wants it rough, and I certainly won’t be coming until she’s breathless, exhausted, and completely satisfied.
Continuing to rub her with firm, deliberate strokes, I listen carefully for the hitch in her breathing that tells me she’s getting close. As soon as the ragged, shaky exhale pushes from her lungs, I back off, leaving her desperate for more.
“No, Theo,” she whines, her hips rotating in search of friction. “Please.”
“Aww,” I say with a mocking pout. “You thought I was going to let you come that easy? That’s adorable.
” My stare hardens, and I pinch her chin between my fingers, capturing her undivided attention.
My cock throbs when she looks up, those big green eyes burning into me like I’m the only man in the world.
It’s intoxicating, knowing that the girl of my dreams is giving herself to me in this way.
“It’s your turn to please me,” I rasp. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll give you what you want. If you don’t, I’ll leave you here to suffer. Now, be a good girl and get on your knees so I can fuck your gorgeous tits.”
She doesn’t hesitate, moving faster than I’ve ever seen as she hops out from under the covers and sinks to the floor.
My first instinct is to reach out and help, or at least put a pillow down like the first time we were together, but I know that’s not what she wants.
I just have to keep reminding myself that this is exactly what she asked for, and trust that she’ll use her safe word if she feels uncomfortable.
I rise from the bed, towering over where she awaits.
She’s a fucking wet dream, her soft red curls tumbling down her back as she stares up at me.
I admire her like a work of art, dragging my gaze from her creamy thighs to her sexy, swollen belly.
Her nipples are puckered and perfectly pink, and my cock pumps out a small bead of precum when she inhales, her chest lifting toward me with the motion.
“Do you even know how much you turn me on?” I ask, reaching out and skating the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “Seeing you like this makes me feel like an animal. All I can think about is filling you up and getting you pregnant over and over.”
Her delicate throat works as she swallows, head nodding rapidly in agreement. “I want that, too. So, so much.”
“Your body is insane. Look at these tits—so full and beautiful.” I palm them, loving the way her lips part when I squeeze gently. Her eyes flutter closed, a quiet curse rolling off her tongue when I pinch the hardened buds between my fingertips. “I need to fuck them.”
I step in, giving my erection a few tentative strokes before settling it between her breasts.
I have to bend at the knees a bit to reach, which is kind of awkward, but there’s no way I’m making her do all the work here, despite the fact that she’d probably love it.
Other than that, it’s a perfect fit, the angry red tip resting against her throat as she waits patiently for me to do something.
“Spit on it,” I demand, using my hands to push her tits together.
“Get my cock nice and wet, Mama.” Her hooded gaze flares with heat, and she lowers her head, letting a thick string of saliva drop from her tongue to the head of my dick.
I have to clench my butt cheeks to stop from blowing all over her face, because the sight of her on her knees for me like this, obeying my every command, is enough to do me the fuck in.