21. Emzee
EMZEECHAPTER 21
I knew I was courting trouble by falling back into Ford’s arms, but I couldn’t resist. Not after he had completely poured his heart out to me during our fight.
He loved me . Really, really loved me.
He wanted to raise our baby, be a family, have a life together.
It could never actually happen, not with the deal I’d struck, but I let myself get carried away with the fantasy of it.
It was impossible not to.
Because regardless of the harsh, doomed reality of our situation, there was never any doubt: I’d always been in love with him.
Despite everything that had happened back in high school, the secrets and the lies, the fights, the breakups, none of it truly mattered in the grand scheme of things.
In the end, I still loved Ford despite all the imperfections.
Completely, unreservedly, and unshakably.
And I was thrilled that he was the father of my child.
He knew it, and he was excited about it, and I’d find a way to make him an equal part of the baby’s life.
In that regard, the Malones could kiss my ass.
“I love you,” he murmured between kisses.
“I love you,” I said back.
He swung me up into his arms, our mouths never parting.
As he walked us toward my bedroom, I could hear Munchkin in the bathroom, scratching at the door and whining.
Pulling back, I said, “Sorry, he’s freaking out. I need to?—”
“Shh. I got it.”
Once Ford laid me down on the bed, he went and let Munchkin out, then came back to the bedroom and closed the door.
The tip-tap of tiny nails on the floor let me know that Munchkin was happy to retreat to his doggie bed in the living room.
I stretched out on the comforter, sighing happily as Ford climbed on top of me.
Oh, I had missed this.
I’d missed the warm, reassuring weight of his body, the press of his hungry lips, the hard length of his cock digging against my thigh.
He stopped for a moment, his eyes focused on my face.
“I’m still really mad you didn’t tell me about the baby.”
Then he ripped my shirt off.
I let out a squeal of outrage that was only half fake.
“I’m still mad your mother arranged a seduction,” I told him as I tore at his belt and the button of his pants.
He groaned as I shoved my hands down his underwear, finding his cock and squeezing.
“Do NOT mention my mother when your hands are down my pants,” he ordered.
“What are you gonna do about it?” I taunted, stroking him.
He gave me a wicked grin before I found myself flipped over onto my stomach, the rest of my clothes pulled off of me.
I was facedown on the bed, completely naked, and I could feel Ford’s heat through his clothes as he came up behind me, still fully dressed.
“Fuck, you look good,” he said, slapping my ass hard enough to make me gasp.
“And I already thought your ass was perfect.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I commanded, laughing a little.
“I won’t be swayed by your sweet talk.”
It made no sense, on the one hand, how easily we could go from fighting to fucking so quickly, but on the other hand, maybe it was simply an indication of how much passion we had for each other.
The kind of passion I’d never had with anyone else I’d tried to date.
Ford shoved my legs open with a knee, his fingers finding my wet opening and slipping inside of me with ease.
“Mmm,” I moaned, pushing back against him, riding his fingers.
I knew it was only a preview of what was to come, but I was already hot and tingling with the friction.
I turned around to look at Ford and noticed the full-length mirror I’d propped against the closet doors.
With a naughty grin, I said, “We need to face the other way. So I can watch.”
He glanced over at the mirror and grunted with approval, immediately shifting our position so I could see myself on the bed on my hands and knees, my soft, full breasts hanging down, Ford on his knees behind me with his hand between my legs.
We locked eyes in the reflection and I let my mouth fall open, moaning as I widened my stance, letting him finger me harder.
I’d watched porn before, but this was so much better.
Seeing Ford’s gaze go slack with lust, watching the way he was watching me, ogling him as he took off his shirt to reveal those tight abs, his perfect chest and broad shoulders.
I arched my back so he could get a better view of my tits bouncing as I fucked his fingers even faster.
“Yes,” I whimpered helplessly, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes.”
“Let me see you come, baby,” Ford growled.
“That’s it. Come for me. I want you to come right in my hand.”
My eyes squeezed shut as a hard, hot orgasm slammed into me.
I cried out, pressing my face into the blankets, trying to muffle my loud moans.
Before my body had even stopped shuddering, Ford was gripping my hips and pulling me back toward him.
I could hear the clink of his belt buckle, the zipper of his pants.
“Give me that pussy,” he said, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.
“Yes,” I moaned, my mouth watering.
“It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he told me, squeezing my ass cheek before slapping it hard.
“Fuck! Again,” I begged, watching him in the mirror.
He smacked my ass again, harder this time.
I moaned at the sensation, the hot tingle under my skin, but before I could ask for another spanking, he thrust into me with a groan.
We both cried out, my hands fisting the blankets as my body was suddenly jerked forward from the strength of his thrusts.
Still watching our reflection, I pumped my hips back and forth, finding the rhythm, giving it to Ford as hard as I was getting it.
His cock stretched me from the inside and I fucking loved it.
“You’re mine,” Ford grunted as he fucked me, eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“All mine.”
I could feel his frustration and his anger in his thrusts, but as he fucked me, I could sense those feelings start to dissipate.
His hands became more gentle on my hips, each movement he made getting slower and deeper, like a promise of pleasure and more.
“Are you close?” he asked, leaning over me, his chest against my back, his voice hot in my ear.
Before I could answer, he moved his hand from my hip down to my clit, circling it with his finger.
I cried out as he teased me gently, his cock and hand bringing me so much pleasure my eyes were watering.
My second orgasm rose inside of me and I didn’t try to fight it, moaning Ford’s name as my release hit me in shockwaves.
Ford kept fucking me, stroking my clit until it was all too much and I collapsed on the bed beneath him, feeling as if I’d been wrung out.
But he was still hard inside of me.
It was clear that he wasn’t ready for this to end.
I felt him withdraw, and then he turned me over and spread my legs wide, sliding back inside for more.
“Yeah,” he groaned, positioning himself on top of me and clasping my hands, our fingers intertwined.
As he looked into my eyes, he began fucking me again, even slower this time, leaning down with each thrust to kiss me slow and deep.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I’m sorry about Claudia and my mother and everything.”
I moaned, his dick so good and so right.
“I’m…sorry…too…” I told him.
“I should have told you…about the baby. And I’m sorry about…the divorce papers.”
I had to keep pausing to breathe and moan.
“I’m sorry about what I did in high school,” he added.
“I was an asshole. And I should have told you about your dad’s…other business.”
“I understand…why you didn’t,” I panted.
“I…forgive you.”
He stopped for a second, throbbing hot and hard inside me, and for a moment I forgot what I was even talking about.
All I could focus on was Ford and how good he felt.
“I love you, baby,” Ford said, starting to pump into me again, picking up speed, grinding deeper and faster until tears came to my eyes.
“I love you too,” I told him.
I’d been pushing back my feelings for so long that letting them out felt like a release—and it was immediately followed by a different kind of release.
I came again, from some place deep inside, shuddering, gasping, my pussy clenching around Ford’s cock and gushing wet as he thrust into me over and over again.
With a loud groan, he finally came too, spilling his release inside me, his hands still tight on mine.
Rolling over afterward, he pulled me against his chest. Both of us breathing hard as we came back to reality.
I raised up on one elbow and looked at my husband.
He turned his head to meet my gaze, that wolfish grin still on his lips—as if he’d never be able to get enough of me.
Then he glanced down at my belly and that expression softened.
He reached out and put his palm over it.
“My baby’s in there,” he said, sounding awed.
“It is,” I confirmed.
I knew that I owed him the explanation I’d been holding back.
That coming completely clean with Ford was the only thing that would allow us to manage some kind of arrangement that would let him be a parent, while still keeping the senior Malones in the dark about the baby’s true parentage.
My brothers were keeping the Bratva’s threats a secret from their wives, but I couldn’t keep it from Ford.
Not after everything we’d been through.
I was done with lies.
At the same time, I also knew that once I told him the truth, he would be in danger as well.
My stomach twisted as I thought about what had happened just that afternoon at the bar.
I didn’t want to put anyone else in danger, but I also didn’t want to keep hiding things from Ford.
If we were going to do this, we had to be on the same team.
He had to know exactly what we were facing.
“Ford,” I said. My tone was so serious, he immediately stopped stroking my belly.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I still can’t really be with you,” I said.
“I’m sorry.”
Immediately he sat up, his expression turning from peace and calm to anger and fire.
We were probably destined to repeat our fuck-to-fight cycle unless I calmed him down quickly.
I sat up too and put my hand over his open mouth.
“What I mean is, I can’t be with you publicly,” I clarified.
He relaxed a bit, but now the expression on his face was one of confusion.
“Let me explain,” I said.
And then I told him.
I told him everything.