Chapter 17 #2
“Okay. Come in and bring those boxes,” she called out. “And don’t freak out because there’s a cup.”
“A cup?” He frowned. He grabbed the boxes and headed into the bathroom. There was a small clear cup that held her urine in it.
“Yeah, for my urine. It makes it easier to dip the test instead of trying to pee directly on the sticks.” She giggled.
“You can aim like that?” he joked.
“Maybe, but we ain’t testing my skills out tonight.” She grinned.
He set the boxes down on the counter. They opened each of them.
She placed the boxes in a row, then proceeded to perform the testing by dipping each end in the urine then sitting the test on top of the corresponding box.
He just watched in wonder. Had she been by herself the night she’d found out she was pregnant with Kian?
He swallowed hard, realizing all that he had truly missed.
Once she was done, she stepped back and exhaled. She set a timer on her phone and turned to him. Her eyes were wide, and her bottom lip trembled. He pulled her against him slowly. He slid his hands up her back as her forehead pressed to his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head.
“This is really happening again,” she whispered.
“It is,” he murmured. “And I’m honored you want me here.”
“I’m happy you want to be here,” she replied. “It means a lot to me. Plus, you are his father and this baby’s father. Why wouldn’t I want you here?”
That word—baby—hit him like a blow and a blessing.
“No matter what happens, nothing will change between us.” He cupped her face. This was a promise he was going to uphold. That was one thing about him. His word was law. In the business world and in his personal life. He was a man who always kept his promises.
“Promise?” She held up her pinky finger just like their son had.
He smiled and looped his with hers.
“I promise.” He kissed her on the forehead, then gently on the lips.
Her body pressed to him as her lips parted for him. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss. This woman was his everything. She just didn’t know it yet. But she soon would. They pulled apart, breathing heavily.
He dropped another kiss on her forehead. “How much longer?”
Just as he asked, the timer sounded.
It was time.
They moved over to the counter where the tests were waiting for them. He stood behind her and wrapped a supportive arm around her and allowed her to feel him behind her. She reached out and began turning them over.
One test.
Then the second.
Third.
Then the fourth.
All of them read the same result.
Positive.
Her hand flew to her mouth. He gripped her waist. For a minute, neither of them breathed. Then she let out a squeaky gasp, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
“We’re pregnant,” she whispered. “Oh my God. Vic, we’re—”
She turned, and he crushed her against him, burying his face into her shoulder. He shook with relief, joy, and disbelief. She began to cry. He held on to her, his eyes burning slightly. He didn’t want to let her go. This was the mother of not one, but now two of his children.
He lifted her face and kissed her. Slow and deep, tasting her tears and feeling the happiness radiate off her.
The kiss quickly turned hungry.
They stumbled back into the bedroom. They tore each other’s clothes off until they were naked and fell into the bed.
There was something about this time that was different.
There was a red-hot need for this woman.
He landed on top of her. He didn’t want to rush, but this first time, he needed to be inside her now.
His rough day melted away. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Her softness reminded him that there was something else waiting on him beside the harshness of the world.
He trailed heated kisses over her body, bathing her nipples with his tongue.
Her moan filled the air and drove the fire inside him.
He wanted to worship this woman.
He nipped and suckled her breasts, and she writhed on the bed underneath him.
Her fingers were buried in his hair, sending a shiver down his spine.
He continued on his journey, kissing and licking every inch of her body.
When he arrived at her belly, he ensured that he kissed every single stretch mark on her skin.
Proof that she’d carried his firstborn.
He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled her warm scent.
He’d planted another baby inside her. Soon, he’d see her belly rounded.
Be able to touch and caress it. Do all of the things he hadn’t done before.
Another kiss, then he continued until he made it to his destination.
She spread her legs and welcomed him to her center.
One lick of her and he was lost. He devoured this woman whose taste was addictive. Her body shook as he teased her. He slid his tongue through her slit, gathering all of her cream that escaped from her. He latched on to her clit, and she cried out.
“Vic!” she gasped.
Her hips undulated. He pushed one finger inside her slick channel. He loved hearing his name falling from her tongue. He continued on, wanting her to fall apart. He introduced a second finger and fucked her with them slowly.
Her gasps and moans filled the air. The grip on his hair was tight and slightly painful, but he ignored it. Her hips rose and fell, meeting the demand of his fingers. It didn’t take long before she was reaching her peak.
Again, it was his name being called out.
Her legs trembled, his hand was drenched in her release, but he continued his assault on her clit.
Her body jerked with each tug and pull on the sensitive flesh.
He withdrew his fingers and gave her pussy one last long lick and shuddered. He would never get enough of her.
He crawled over her. She was a beautiful sight. Her tawny skin, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her chests rising and falling fast, her hair once perfect, now a mess.
This woman was his.
He lined up his cock to her entrance and surged inside her. Their audible groans echoed together. This was not going to be sweet and easy.
No.
He needed to show her how much he wanted her.
How much he loved her.
His hips moved of their own accord. He slammed in and out of her. She gasped and took everything he gave her without complaint. Her arms tightened around his neck. He brought her leg up to hold it out to the side. This move had him surging unbelievably deeper.
He wasn’t going to last.
Not like this.
Her eyes opened and locked with his.
He quickened his pace.
A groan ripped from him, and before he could hold back, he came.
Hard.
He gripped the bedspread beneath his hand to hold on while he filled her with everything he had. Ropes of his release flew out of him. Every bit of air was snatched from his lungs. He finally paused and pushed forward, leaving his cock buried in Tachina. More flowed from him.
His arm shook, and he fell down onto his elbows. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Tachina peppered tiny kisses on his face. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. She wrapped those gorgeous legs around him and locked them together.
Holding him to her.
As if he would ever leave her.
Those three little words were on the tip of his tongue. He ached to say them but couldn’t. Not right now. Not like this.
He rolled them onto their sides. He slipped out of her and felt the proof of their lovemaking on him. At this point, he didn’t care. He’d get her up soon and they’d take a shower. For now, he just wanted her close to him. She automatically came into the circle of his arms.
No words were needed.
She fell asleep within minutes with her head on his chest. He lay awake and stared at the ceiling while resting his free hand on her belly.
This was his future.
His family.
His.
He shifted them slightly and withdrew his other arm from underneath her so he could move. He slid down on the bed to where his face hovered near her belly. He brushed a kiss to the small space just below her navel.
“Hey there,” he whispered.
He looked up and found Tachina still sleeping. A snore escaped her.
His hand trembled as he caressed the safe place where his child was now growing. “It’s me. Your dad. I can’t wait to meet you.”