Chapter 9 Fox #2
“Shh.” I kissed her stomach, my heart breaking.
I didn’t have it in me to tell her we would never get to have a sweet baby together.
“How about we just see what happens?” I pulled her onto my lap so she was straddling me.
“Let’s just be together, and if fate wants us to have a baby, then we will.
” I pushed deep inside her small body, earning a soft cry from her.
“We can start now,” I whispered against her lips, knowing nothing would happen. It killed me inside, too, because I wanted this with her. Fuck, I wanted it, but I wasn’t going to be here for any of it.
“Yes. Now,” she replied as she ground her pussy on my dick.
Her soft moans and nails in my back made me groan with want.
I rutted deeper into her, loving how hot and tight she was.
The thought of her belly swollen with my baby made me see everything in a whole new light.
I wanted this. I’d always wanted this and had tamped down those feelings for way too fucking long. It hurt too much to know…
I shoved away the idea that I couldn’t do this to her. Die and leave her with a kid to raise, but fuck, maybe I wouldn’t have to. God, please… help us. Help me.
She came with a cry, her pussy clenching my dick as she soaked me with her release.
I grabbed her hips tightly and continued to work her through one orgasm and into the next before I came deep inside her.
She sagged against me, and I wasted no time kissing her soft skin. I stood, still impaled inside her, before taking her to my bed, where I lay her down. Carefully, I pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach and brought her ass into the air.
“I want your ass,” I said thickly. Fucking her ass wasn’t really my thing. Cole and Enzo loved it. I typically let them, because I was a pussy man, but fuck. I wanted my Rosie every way I could have her.
She tensed as I rubbed my cock up her wet pussy and collected her release on it. I went down and licked around her tight hole, earning a soft moan from her that drove me wild.
I licked her ass and drove my tongue inside her for a moment before knowing I was going to fucking burst if I didn’t claim her soon.
I stroked my dick before I pushed the head against her tight hole.
She was slick enough that the insertion should go more easily. God knew Cole and Enzo just jammed her full when they were with her. I knew it hurt her, but typical Rosie never protested.
“If it’s too much, tell me,” I said. “I’ll slow down.”
“O-OK,” she whimpered as I pushed forward, breaching her ass.
I watched as she twisted her fingers into my bedding, her small body tense and trembling.
The fact that it hurt and she was scared told me all I needed to know about my girl. She’d do anything for me, even if it were painful.
That meant I should do stuff for her too, even if it hurts. For Rosie. For her own good.
I bottomed out inside her and groaned. Fuck, she was so tight and hot.
“Oh, fuck, Rosie. You feel so good,” I growled, gripping her hips tightly. “Are you OK?”
“Y-Yes,” she rasped. “Please. More.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I plowed into her, lifting her lower body straight off the bed as I plunged in and out of her ass.
“Fuck, you take me so good,” I choked. “God. Fuck.”
She cried out, her tits jostling with each of my rough thrusts, her hair a wild mess. I released her back onto the bed before I tangled my fingers in her long, red curls and fucked deeper into her body, her head pulled back, and my name on her lips.
It drove me even more insane as I watched her move her hand between her legs and rub her clit for me.
She came only moments later, her release rushing out of her and soaking my bed.
I couldn’t hold back. I unloaded deep in her ass, filling her. Trembling, I slowed to a stop before pulling free from her body. I watched mesmerized as my come dripped from her ass. Reaching out, I pushed it back inside, desperate for it to stay in her.
Maybe I’d finally lost my mind. Maybe I’d finally come to terms with what I was going to do.
She lay in the mess we’d made as I went to the bathroom and washed up.
I returned to find her in the same spot.
Carefully, I reached out and lifted her into my arms before taking her into the bathroom where I’d started a bubble bath.
She gave me a lazy, sated smile as I helped her into the warm bubbles before I slid in behind her.
I placed a tender kiss on her bare shoulder. She leaned back and rested against my chest, not saying a word.
That was OK. I liked just being with her.
Our time was limited, and I knew I needed to make the most of what was left of it.
After a long bubble bath, where we both dozed off, E came in to wake us, and I was back in my room. I’d gone down for dinner, smiled, acted like everything was OK, and honestly, it was. Everyone was smiling.
I felt happier, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
I stared down at my calendar and finally circled a date in red.
A day after Rosalie and Enzo’s engagement party. I’d give her the party. I’d give her the celebration.
And the day after, I’d push the button and leave forever.
The day after, I’d save my Rosie.
I’d give up anything for her. I wanted her to know that. Maybe she’d never find out my sacrifice.
I got up and went to my closet, pulled down the box with her name on it, and took it out.
Photos from growing up, letters I’d written her and never showed her from our time apart, the notebooks I kept with all my stories inside, the ring I’d bought her, and now a sealed envelope with her name scrawled across the front.
My dying wishes for her.
I closed the box and pulled out my phone. I sent a message to Anson to let him know I was coming over.
I had a job for him.