Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
TOUCH ME THE WAY I LIKE IT
B riar
“What were you like as a kid?” I ask. Now that we know we’re having a son, I keep imagining a little boy who takes after Holden.
He shrugs one shoulder. “I think that depends on who you ask.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean if you ask my brother, he’ll tell you I was an arrogant jock who thought he knew it all but if you ask my gramma, she’d say I could do no wrong.”
“Okay, but what about your mom? What would she say?”
His big hands dig into the arch of my foot, and the pressure of his fingers remind me that before Holden, I was rarely touched like this. With care and concern, with no ulterior motives. I’ve always been the one to look after other people. The way that Holden goes out of his way to take care of me is new to me.
“You need to relax.” He rolls my ankle from side to side. “Your muscles are tense. Loosen up. ”
I adjust my neck against the pillow I have propped up on the couch behind me. “I’m relaxed as I can get.”
Holden laughs and continues to rub the arch of my foot. “Which is not relaxed at all.”
“I have a baby doing cartwheels inside of me right now, so excuse me if I can’t get comfortable.”
It’s Friday night. Holden spent the evening mountain biking and then having a beer with the guys while I went over to Everly’s with the girls. Now, we’re both back at home, lounging on the couch, my feet in his lap. He’s decided my feet aren’t so bad and I’ve decided I like receiving massages as much as giving them.
“You didn’t answer my question, by the way.” I side-eye him before I freeze, and my body goes bone straight.
“Holden!”
He drops my foot in his lap, sitting up like I’ve scared the life out of him. “Bee, are you okay? What happened? Is it the baby?”
“No, I’m sorry, it’s not the baby. Well, it is the baby, but I’m fine. I think I just felt him move.”
“Are you serious?” he grins, his eyes wide with excitement, and that’s when I know that I’m in love with him.
I smile, tracing my fingertips over the place where I felt the movement. “I’m pretty sure I felt a kick.”
“Do you think he’ll do it again?”
“I don’t know.”
Two weeks ago, I started feeling the baby move, and at first it felt like tiny gas bubbles. Since then, they’ve gotten stronger, but I’ve been waiting until I can feel them on the outside and tonight, I finally think I can.
Suddenly, I feel what surely must be a karate chop to my side and my eyes widen. Holden is off the couch, crouching next to me .
“Did he kick you again?” His eyes are glued on my belly as I nod.
“He’s making himself known. He really is our little Slugger.”
“Can you hear me?” Holden says gently to my belly, running his fingertips over my stomach as I lightly shudder.
We sit together in silence, Holden’s palm stretched out on top of my belly hoping for another kick. Just when I think he’s settled inside of me for the night, I feel the sharpest, quickest movement.
“Did you feel that?” I ask.
“I did!” Holden stares at my belly, his long, masculine fingers curled over the bump of my stomach. “Jesus, he’s got quite the kick.”
“He can feel your hand,” I whisper. “He wants to say hi to his daddy.”
“Hey, little guy,” he says softly as his thumb brushes back and forth over my skin. A wave of emotion rocks through me. Until now, only I had been experiencing the physical part of growing our baby inside of me. Having Holden—my boyfriend and the father of our baby—feel it too is surreal. I place my hand on top of his.
“There really is a baby in there,” he says with astonishment in his sparkling green eyes.
I laugh. “Yeah, there is. It’s wild, isn’t it?”
He leaves his hand where it is, right under mine, and leans down to kiss me. I ruffle his hair with my free hand. Holden’s lips brush over mine, and his eyes turn darker. It’s the look he gives me when he needs me. In this moment, I need him too.
I kiss him faintly, my lips lingering on his as I sit up. My thighs widen and Holden moves to his knees between them as he takes my face in his hands, eyes searing into mine .
Our gazes hold in a potent, deep moment making my heart expand and soar. I’m falling harder and deeper for Holden Banks, and I’m praying that he feels the same way for me too.
“Need you, pretty girl.”
My fingers ball his T-shirt into a tight grasp. “Need you too.”
Then he is on me, and I’m on him. We collide, his hands in my hair, his lips fastened to mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, sweeping inside, kissing me hard, brutally, as I cling to his shirt.
He’s all hard muscle, so perfect against my soft curves that I never want to let him go. Adrenaline streams through my veins. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I shove his shirt up, dragging my fingertips down his spine. He growls against my mouth and ruts his hard cock into my core.
“Briar.” He sucks on my bottom lip, nipping at the flesh with his teeth before he goes back to ravishing my mouth.
My tank top is pulled over my head, and his mouth is sucking a nipple into his mouth. He grabs and flicks, licks and swirls his tongue until I’m a writhing mess, begging him to give me more. He groans against my nipple, like just the taste of my flesh is getting him off.
I arch into his mouth, giving him more of what he wants as my hands tug on the strands of his hair. “Baby, I need you. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
He nods. “What do you want, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me and use your words and tell me exactly where you want me.”
His jaw is in my hands, and I pull his mouth to mine, again wedging his cock into the apex of my thighs. I groan as he hits my clit through the fabric of my shorts.
“There, Holden. I need you there, baby,” I pant before the rest of my clothes are shed and he pulls his shirt up over his head. I ache everywhere at the thought of having him inside of me. I’m desperate and on edge. One of the side effects of my pregnancy is that I’m never satiated. I’m always wanting more.
Or maybe it’s just what Holden does to me. I doubt this need for him will ever fade.
My heart races when his thumbs hook inside the waistband of his joggers. And when he slips them over his hips and his cock juts out for me, I am crazed.
“Wrap your hand around my cock, Bee, and touch me the way I like.”
I reach down between our bodies, taking his smooth, velvety erection in my hand. Holden Banks is beautiful beyond belief when he’s naked and hard for me. It’s a sight that I will never get tired of.
Holden fingers graze over the curve of my belly, and I widen my legs, making it easier for him to touch me. I groan when his fingers slide along my soaking wet slit and then push inside of me. Pumping two fingers in and out of me to make room for his astonishing length, the sound of my arousal is the only thing I hear.
“How are you this wet when I only began to touch you, pretty girl?”
“Holden,” I moan, my hips riding his fingers, already so close to coming in under a minute. “You, baby, it’s you.”
How does he turn me on so quickly? I’m on the verge, needy and helpless as he gives me what I need.
“I know, baby.” He curls his fingers against my inner wall, hitting my G-spot. “My pretty girl. Perfect tits and so damn wet for me. You’re such a good girl. Now, I want you to come for me so I can give you my cock.”
He uses his other hand to play with my clit, quick circular motions until my inner muscles clench around his fingers and I’m crying out his name.
“Oh god,” I groan. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Laughing to himself, he stands and sits down on the couch next to me, legs wide, cock hard as steel lying flat against his abdomen, the tip touching the dip of his belly button.
“Sit on it, pretty girl,” he grips the base of his erection that’s glistening from his arousal, offering it to me. “I want you to ride me.”
My hands latch onto his shoulders, and I swing my leg over his thighs. I groan, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as he prods my entrance with just the head.
In no mood to tease either of us, I sink down onto his steely hard cock in one motion, until I’m seated on the patch of dark hair above his erection. His eyes hold mine, his width stretching me as I rock back and forth.
“You’re so damn tight but I love the way you take me.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth. My back arches and my head tips back.
“Let me feel all of you, Bee. I need you. Do it now.”
Holden’s hands grip my waist, lifting me until just the tip of him is left inside me before slamming me back down his length. Over and over, I ride him, his hips thrusting up into me in smooth, careful strokes. I roll my hips, and his fingers dig into my ass, spreading me wide as my arousal slicks his length and covers his full balls.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. “How does it feel? Does it feel good to you too?”
I hold onto his shoulders, his strong hands on my hips as I ride him, drawing out my pleasure. Holden is the best sex of my life. I’ve never felt this desired by anyone, like I’m needed on such an emotional, heartfelt level. “Stop talking and give me your mouth.”
He licks at my mouth, his tongue clashing with mine. He rocks into me, pumping his hips in long, even strokes. I claw at his shoulders, his back, his thighs, keeping him close to me, whimpering as my inner walls clench around his shaft.
“I love watching your tits bounce when you ride me like this.” He groans, and there’s no holding back. The pressure is too much. He’s rutting too deeply and perfectly, hitting me in just the right place, for me to last another second.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I see stars. One final thrust and Holden is coming on a groan, filling me up, coating my inner walls. His rigid, muscular body goes lax once he rides out his orgasm.
“Briar.” His lets his head fall back against the couch, looking sated and spent. “Your body was meant for me. I’m addicted.”
I twist my long hair with one hand and lift it from my neck, smiling down at him. “You say the sweetest things.”
He holds my belly in his hands as I erase the gap between our bodies, collapsing onto his chest. “They’re true,” he says, running his hands down the length of my spine. “I’m going to need you riding my cock more often.”
I laugh into his neck. “We’ll see.”
I want it again too, and soon, but it’s fun to rile him up.