Chapter Twenty-one
S am released a shaky breath, his cock flexing with the need to be inside her. To feel her heat. Hovering at the entrance of her body, Sam stared down at her, memorizing the softness in her gaze, the sweet curves of her face. Her stomach pressed against his and he imagined it round and full between them when she was carrying the child. His child. His balls tightened at the thought, and he thrust in, shallow and slow. Her lush lips parted as he slipped inside her. Her brown eyes earnestly stared back into his, and he wondered if she had a baby, would they have her eyes?
He had to keep reminding himself that this was all part of the plan, that he was here to give her a baby, and when they succeeded, this would stop. No more kissing Wren against buildings or licking her sweet pussy in doorways. Once he fulfilled his part, he’d go back to being her—what? Friend? Acquaintance?
“Hey,” she whispered, her hand cupping his cheek. “Where did you go?”
Sam realized he was fully inside her, unmoving, hovering over her on his arms.
“I was just imagining the future.”
“Don’t,” Wren said, running a finger over his lower lip. “Stay here with me.”
Wren slipped her hands up behind his head and pulled him down to her, her tongue sweeping across his mouth, and he opened for her. Their kiss deepened, and he let her set the tone. Slow and steady.
Sam pulled out slightly and slipped back in, short, even strokes in and out. Wren broke their kiss with a gasp, holding on to the back of his neck to keep their faces close.
“Sam...” she whispered, hands moving to his shoulders. She held on, watching his face as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. “I can’t believe you’re here. Inside me. God, you feel so good. When I think about you coming inside me, it takes everything in me not to touch myself.”
Suddenly he couldn’t control himself, her words echoing his own racing thoughts. Since he’d exploded inside her the other day, all he could think about was doing it again. His body longed to move faster, but he wanted this to last. Thoughts of her warmth and her tight body surrounding him, squeezing him, were too much, and he picked up the pace, tension building like a volcano inside him when she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her.
“Yes, God, faster. Harder. I want you so deep inside me— Oh!”
Sam had no trouble giving her exactly what she wanted, grabbing her ass and slamming into her. His balls tightened when she screamed his name, and he closed his eyes, shouting hers as he came with a violent shudder, his cock flexing inside her. He’d be embarrassed of how fast he came except this was the goal. This was the point, and oh, it felt good. It felt right.
When he finally stopped shaking, he kissed her sweetly, tenderly, and slipped to the side. He mourned the loss of her pussy warming his cock, but when he reached for her, dragging her against him so her ass was cradled in his lap, she let him wrap his arm around her waist and hold her to him.
“It’s also good for you to stay lying on your back for a half hour,” he murmured against the side of her neck.
“Hmmm, I’m good right here,” she said, wiggling against him. He tightened his hold on her, and she placed her hand on his arm, her fingers drifting over the skin of his forearm. “For a second there, I thought you weren’t going to go through with it.”
Sam stayed silent for several minutes before he finally said, “Did you know that you’re the only woman I’ve ever had sex with sans condom?”
Her hand stopped stroking him, her voice hesitant. “No, I didn’t.”
“When we did it before, I was young and thought the pill was foolproof. Besides, I was so in love with you, being inside you was the best thing in the world next to riding my motorcycle.” His hand drifted over her stomach, his palm flattening against it. “I didn’t hesitate, wrapped up in wanting you. It was fiery and intense.
“Tonight was different. I thought about you getting everything you wanted. I imagined what you’d look like with a child growing inside you, and I was so turned on, I nearly lost it right there.”
Wren turned toward him, a wide grin on her face. “Do you have a breeding fetish?”
“What the heck is that?”
“That’s when you are excited by getting women pregnant.”
Sam scowled into her amused expression. “No, I do not have that. If I did, I’d have kids scattered all over the place.”
“Maybe you just discovered it because the opportunity arose,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.
Sam pressed her face against his chest, growling, “You be quiet and stop projecting your weirdness onto me.”
“It’s a real thing,” Wren mumbled.
“I don’t care, I don’t have it.”
“Alright, you aren’t turned on by getting women pregnant. Just me,” she teased, but Sam didn’t argue because she wasn’t wrong. His breeding kink—or whatever one would call it—was limited to Wren Little.
She kissed his chest, snuggling into him. “While I appreciate your enthusiastic help, thank you for signing the papers.”
“You are welcome,” he said, stalling a moment before adding, “I did want to ask you something.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice sounding groggy.
“When you get pregnant, are we going to still continue this until one of us is no longer interested? Or is it over when you find out?”
Wren didn’t answer right away, and Sam wanted to kick himself for bringing it up, worried he’d scare her away.
Then she finally said, “I’m not sure. Maybe we just take it day by day?”
Sam kissed her forehead. “Sure, we’ll do that.”
He started to pull back and climb off the bed, but she held on to him. “Where are you going?”
“I didn’t know if I should take off.”
“Do you want to leave?” she asked.
“Not a chance.”
Wren smiled, pulling him back onto the bed with her. “Then stay.”
Sam curled his naked body into hers, listening as her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.
Unfortunately, sleep eluded him, and he extracted himself from her and got up, using the bathroom first. When he came out, he slipped on his boxer briefs from off the ground, and Wren’s dog whined at him.
“Do you have to pee, too?” he asked the dog as if he expected to get an answer.
The dog pawed at the gate, and Sam squatted down, mumbling, “Just don’t eat me if I let you out of here.”
The dog calmly trotted out, heading for the back door. Sam checked and noted that it was fenced in, so he let the dog out. He went to the cupboard and grabbed a glass, filling it with ice water from the refrigerator door.
With a cup of water in one hand, he picked up the contract he’d signed and sat down with it, reading through as he took several long drinks. Nothing he wouldn’t expect to logically see in an insemination contract, except the section where if the child becomes ill, he was required to get tested for organ matching.
I can’t claim my child, but if something happens and they need a kidney, I have to give it up?
If the kid was sick, he would give up anything to make them healthy again. There wasn’t even a question there.
Why was he even thinking about these things now, before the kid was born?
The dog scratched at the door, and Sam opened it, sitting back down at the table to read the rest of the contract. The dog came over to him and put his head in Sam’s lap.
“Hey, buddy. You’re a friendly one, aren’t you?” Sam twisted his collar around so he could read his tag. “Duke. That’s a good name.” He rubbed his ears, listening to the dog moan in happiness as he finished reading the contract.
“What am I gonna do, Duke? I think I love your mistress, but she doesn’t want a man in her life.”
The dog whimpered, and Sam took it as a note of sympathy.
“Thanks. I appreciate you not wanting to rip off my balls for being in your house.”
“Sam?” Wren called from the back bedroom.
Sam got up and put the contract back. “Yeah?”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Duke was whining, so I let him out.” Sam looked down at the dog. “We better get back in there.”
Duke trotted along beside him, heading straight for his kennel when they got back to the bedroom.
“Was I out long?” she asked.
“Only ten minutes or so.”
She yawned. “Come back to bed.”
Sam did what she asked, crawling under the covers and tucking her into his body.
“Wren?” he asked.
“Hmmm.”
“Just so we’re clear, if I donate a kidney, then I get to meet the kid.”
Wren glanced up at him, confused. “What?”
“Your contact says if the kid gets sick, I have to get tested to see if I’m a match. I’m just telling you that if I donate a major organ, I get to meet him or her.”
Wren pulled back, staring at his face. “You read the contract?”
“I did.”
“And that’s your only beef?” she asked.
“All I ask.”
Wren shrugged. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’ll amend the contract and get a copy sent to you.”
“Or you can bring it by during our next session,” he said, kissing her forehead. “If this is going to work, we are going to have to do this every day, maybe even multiple times.”
Wren smirked. “Whatever you say, boss.”