Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
ROSCO
L eading Gia to my bedroom feels like the most natural thing in the world and the most terrifying.
Her small hand in mine, the way she looks up at me with trust and desire in those dark eyes, the soft swell of her belly carrying my child.
Everything about this should be complicated as hell, but walking with her down my hallway, it feels simple.
Right.
"Getting alarm bells yet?" I ask as we reach my bedroom door.
"About a dozen," she admits, but her grip on my hand tightens. "But not about this. Not about you."
I push open the door to reveal my space. It's not fancy, just a king sized bed with a sturdy oak frame I built myself, a dresser, and large windows that look out over the valley. Afternoon sunlight streams through the glass, painting everything in golden warmth.
"It's perfect," Gia says softly, and something in her voice tells me she means more than just the room.
I turn to face her, drinking in the sight of her standing in my bedroom. Sunlight catches the highlights in her dark hair, and pregnancy has given her skin a glow that makes my chest tight with want. She's beautiful, but more than that, she's here. In my space, choosing this, choosing me.
"You sure about this?" I have to ask one more time. "We can wait. Take things slow."
"I told you, I don't want slow." She steps closer, sliding her hands up my chest. "I want to feel alive again. I want to feel like a woman instead of just a vessel for someone else's anger."
The pain in those words makes my jaw clench. Zack really did a number on her, made her feel like she was nothing but an object to be controlled. I'm going to spend however long it takes showing her exactly how wrong he was.
"You're not a vessel," I tell her, framing her face with my hands. "You're incredible. Strong and brave and so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away."
"Show me." The words come out as a whisper, but the need behind them is anything but quiet. "Please, Rosco. Show me."
Something primal shifts in my chest at her plea. She's asking me to take control, to show her what it feels like to be cherished instead of used. I can do that. I can give her exactly what she needs.
"Come here," I command softly, and watch her eyes widen at the change in my tone. "Stand right there."
I position her in front of the window where the afternoon light will hit her perfectly, then step back to look at her. "Don't move. I want to see all of you."
Her breath catches, but she stays still, letting me drink in the sight of her. The way the light plays across her skin, the soft curve of her belly, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as anticipation builds between us.
"Good girl," I murmur, and her sharp intake of breath tells me she likes the praise. "Now, I'm going to undress you. Slowly. And you're going to let me, aren't you?"
"Yes." The word comes out breathless.
Fuck. Her confirmation goes straight to my cock, but more than that, it tells me she trusts me enough to surrender control. To let me take care of her the way she deserves.
I take my time with her sweater, pulling it slowly over her head and tossing it aside. Underneath, she's wearing a simple black bra that does amazing things for her full breasts. I circle her slowly, letting her feel my gaze on every inch of her skin.
"You're staring," she says, but there's no self consciousness in her voice. If anything, she sounds pleased.
"That's right. I'm memorizing you." I run one finger down her spine, watching her shiver. "Every curve, every freckle. You're mine now, and I want to know every inch of what belongs to me."
"Even like this?" She gestures to her rounded belly.
"Especially like this." I move to stand in front of her again, my hands settling on her waist. "You're growing a life, Gia. There's nothing more beautiful than that. And soon, you'll be growing rounder with my protection, my care, my love."
Tears shine in her eyes. "Zack used to say I looked like a whale. That I was disgusting."
"Look at me." My voice sharpens with command, and her eyes snap to mine immediately. "Zack is a fucking idiot who wouldn't know beauty if it bit him on the ass. You are radiant. Perfect. And I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon proving it to you."
I reach behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are fuller now, beautiful and sensitive, and I can see her nipples tighten under my gaze.
"Arms up," I tell her, and she obeys without question. "Now stay exactly like that while I strip for you."
She watches with hungry eyes as I strip off my shirt and jeans, her gaze traveling over my chest and shoulders with obvious appreciation. When I'm completely naked, I see her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, already hard and ready for her.
"Your turn," I say, hooking my fingers in her yoga pants. "Lift your feet."
She braces herself on my shoulders as I work the fabric down her legs, leaving her in just simple cotton panties. The sight of her, nearly naked and trusting me completely, makes something possessive and protective roar to life in my chest.
"On the bed," I command. "On your back, head on the pillows."
She moves to obey, and I follow her, settling beside her on the mattress. "Close your eyes."
"Rosco..."
"Close them. Trust me."
She does, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. I reach for my discarded t-shirt, then gently place it over her eyes, creating a makeshift blindfold.
"What are you doing?" she asks, but there's excitement in her voice, not fear.
"Taking away one sense so the others are stronger." I press a kiss to her temple. "You're going to feel everything more intensely this way. Every touch, every sensation. Is that okay?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"Good girl." I trail my fingers down her arm, watching her shiver. "Now you can't see what I'm going to do next. You just have to feel it and trust me to take care of you."
I start at her shoulders, using my hands to map every inch of her skin. Without her sight, every touch is magnified, and I can see her responding more intensely to each caress. Her breathing deepens, her body arching toward my touch.
"You're so responsive," I murmur, my hands skimming over her collarbone. "So perfect for me."
I take my time with her breasts, noting how much more sensitive they are now. When I take one nipple into my mouth, she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
"Too much?" I ask.
"Not enough." Her hands reach for me, but I catch her wrists.
"No touching yet," I tell her, gently pressing her hands back to the mattress. "This is about you feeling good. Let me take care of you."
She whimpers but keeps her hands where I put them, surrendering control completely. The trust in that simple action makes my chest tight with emotion.
I continue my exploration, kissing and tasting my way down her body. When I reach her belly, I remove the makeshift blindfold so she can see me.
"I want you to watch this part," I tell her, pressing kisses across her rounded stomach. "I want you to see me loving every part of you."
The baby kicks against my palm as I caress her, and something fierce and protective rises in my chest. "Hi there, little one," I murmur against her skin. "I'm going to take good care of you and your mama."
Gia's breath hitches, and when I look up, there are tears in her eyes. "You mean that."
"Every word." I press a kiss just above her belly button. "This baby is lucky to have you as a mother."
"And you as a father?"
"If they'll have me." I meet her gaze. "If you'll have me."
"I'll have you." Her voice is thick with emotion. "We both will."
I hook my fingers in her panties, but pause. "Last chance to stop this, sweetheart. Once I take these off, I'm going to worship every inch of you until you're screaming my name."
"Promise?" The word comes out as a challenge, and I grin at her boldness.
"Oh, I promise." I slide her panties down her legs slowly, revealing her completely to my gaze. "Now spread your legs for me. Let me see how wet you are."
She complies, and I groan at the sight of her pussy, already slick with arousal. "Fucking beautiful. You're perfect, Gia."
I settle between her thighs, but instead of diving in immediately, I tease her with soft kisses to her inner thighs, building her anticipation.
"Please," she gasps.
"Please what?"
"Please touch me. Taste me. I need..."
"Tell me exactly what you need," I command, my breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.
"I need your mouth on my pussy. I need you to make me come apart."
"Good girl. So honest, so brave." I finally put my mouth on her, and she cries out, her hips bucking against me.
She tastes like heaven, and I take my time, using gentle pressure and slow strokes to build her arousal. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, and when I circle it with my tongue, her hands fist in the sheets.
"Eyes on me," I command, lifting my head just enough to speak. "I want to see your face when you fall apart."
She obeys, her dark eyes locked on mine as I work her with my tongue and lips. When I slide one finger inside her, she moans, and I can feel her muscles clenching around me.
"You're so tight," I tell her, adding a second finger. "So perfect. I want you to come for me now, sweetheart. Let go and give me what's mine."
I curl my fingers just right while sucking gently on her clit, and she breaks apart with a scream, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down.
"Holy shit," she pants. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," I tell her, crawling up her body to capture her mouth in a kiss. "How are you feeling?"
"Amazing. But I need more. I need you inside me."
"You want my cock?" I ask, positioning myself between her legs.
"Yes. Please, Rosco. I need to feel you fill me up."
I line myself up with her entrance, but pause. "Are you sure it's safe? For the baby?"
"Completely safe. My doctor said sex is fine throughout pregnancy." She reaches for me, but I catch her hands again.
"Keep your hands on the headboard," I tell her. "I want you to hold on tight while I fuck you."
Her eyes widen, but she obeys, gripping the wooden slats above her head. The position arches her back, pushing her breasts up toward me, and I have to take a moment to appreciate the sight.
"So fucking beautiful," I murmur, then start to push inside her slowly.
She's so wet and warm, and when I'm finally seated fully inside her, we both groan with relief. "You feel incredible," I tell her, staying still to let her adjust. "So perfect around my cock."
"Move," she begs. "Please move."
"Not yet." I lean down to capture one nipple in my mouth, making her arch beneath me. "I want to feel you squeeze me first. Clench those muscles around my cock."
She does, and the sensation makes me groan. "That's it. Again."
We play this game for several minutes, her following my commands while I torment us both with stillness. By the time I finally start to move, she's panting with need.
"Harder," she gasps as I establish a rhythm.
"Ask nicely."
"Please fuck me harder. I need more."
"Good girl." I give her what she wants, picking up the pace until the bed frame creaks with each thrust. The sounds she makes, the way she moves beneath me, it's all driving me toward the edge.
"Touch yourself," I command, my voice rough with strain. "Rub your clit while I fuck you."
She releases one hand from the headboard to slide between us, her fingers finding her swollen nub. The added sensation makes her pussy clench around me, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
"Look at me," I tell her. "I want to see your face when you come on my cock."
Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see her climbing toward release. "That's it, sweetheart. Let me see how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me."
She breaks apart with a cry, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into bliss, burying myself deep as I come harder than I have in years.
We collapse together, breathing hard, and I immediately shift into caretaking mode. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No," she says, her voice soft and sated. "That was perfect."
I pull out carefully and reach for the water glass on my nightstand. "Drink this," I tell her, helping her sit up. "You need to stay hydrated."
She drinks obediently while I grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom. "Let me clean you up," I say, gently wiping between her legs.
"You don't have to..."
"I want to." I toss the cloth aside and pull her back into my arms. "This is part of taking care of you. All of it."
She curls against my chest, and I can feel some of the tension leaving her body. "Rosco?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For making me feel beautiful. For making me feel wanted. For making me feel like a woman again instead of just a problem to be solved."
I tilt her chin up so I can see her face. "You never have to thank me for that. Taking care of you, making you feel good, that's my privilege."
"I think I'm falling for you," she whispers, and the vulnerability in her voice makes my chest tight.
"Good," I tell her, meaning every word. "Because I'm already gone."
She smiles, soft and sweet, and curls closer to me. "What happens now?"
"Now you rest while I hold you. Then we figure out dinner. By Friday, we’ll be married.
And after that, I get to spend every day showing you exactly how precious you are to me.
" I press a kiss to the top of her head.
"You're mine now, Gia. Mine to protect, mine to cherish, mine to love.
And I take very good care of what's mine. "
As she drifts off to sleep in my arms, I allow myself to imagine the future.
Teaching her to trust my dominance the way she's already starting to trust my care.
Showing her the difference between control that harms and control that heals.
Building a life where she never has to question whether she's wanted, whether she's safe, whether she's loved.
It's a future I never dared hope for, and now it's within reach. All because a brave, beautiful woman showed up on my doorstep with a baby bump and the courage to surrender to something real.
Best surprise of my fucking life.
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