Chapter 12
Declan Buchanan
My cupcake falls asleep between one breath and the next. Still lightheaded and heaving from the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, I loosen my grip on her hips and frown at the bruises already forming on her flesh.
I was too rough with her. It’s partially her fault for being so fucking sexy, but even though I warned her, I never really gave her a chance to speak up when it became too much.
She came so beautifully on my tongue. And my fingers. And my cock.
My balls throb and shaft kicks, and even though I came less than ten seconds ago, I want to start over and fill her up again.
She sighs, turns her head, and nuzzles into her limp hand. Her sweaty hair sticks to her temple as she frowns in her sleep. I lean forward, shifting my cock inside her, and brush her hair aside. She sighs again.
With her ass resting on my thighs and my cock fully seated inside her, it would be all too easy to fuck her again. A few slow in-and-out pumps of my hips while I gently circle her clit with my thumb, and I could make us both find our release without her even waking.
The faint streak of pink smeared between our bodies stops me.
She was a virgin. My cupcake gave her innocence to me. I’m an asshole for pushing her so hard, and having sex with her while she’s asleep would be a breach of trust. I can’t take advantage of her when she gave me so much of herself already.
She means too much to me. I need her. Forever.
I don’t know why she claimed to have a boyfriend or why she was so adamantly against marrying me, but I’ll do anything to keep her now that I have her.
Asking her why she lied will only push her away. Demanding she stay with me will only make her more determined to find her own apartment. Proposing marriage again so soon might spook her into putting up barriers again.
I can’t risk her pulling away once more. I need her too much.
It may make me a coward, but I’ll quietly let her stay as long as she’s comfortable and hope she gets pregnant.
Which means I need to bump up my plans.
After slowly pulling out and watching my seed leaks from her plump, swollen pussy, I clean us both with damp washcloths and tuck her under the blankets before plodding naked down the hall.
Our mostly eaten feast still sits out on the coffee table, but I stride past to my home office and unlock the false bottom drawer in my desk.
I grab three boxes of the lookalike placebo birth control pills I special ordered the other night when I searched Karey’s purchase history, close and lock the drawer, and sneak into the master bathroom.
I didn’t expect to use them so soon, but now that I know she’s never been with any other man besides me, I’ll make sure any baby growing in her belly will be mine.
After searching through her purse and finding the real pills in a small side zippered pocket, I pop out enough placebo pills to match her current day, then swap the sleeve onto the lookalike container and zip it into the pocket.
She purchases a three month supply, so when I don’t find more in her purse, I move to her work bag.
I find a small cloth drawstring sack at the bottom with the other two months’ worth of birth control pills, but I pause at the unexpected bottle with them.
Unfamiliar with the name, I hide a single pill behind the box of bandages in the medicine cabinet before I memorize everything on the bottle and swap in the placebos.
After closing her bag, flushing the undesired pills, and burying the packaging in the trash, I stand beside the bed and study her as she sleeps. A normal person would probably feel guilt for sabotaging their lover’s prescriptions, but I need Karey by my side forever.
My grandmother may offer me a cold look, but so long as it gets the job done, she will understand.
Karey whimpers and shifts. Her hands roam over the blankets.
She’s looking for me.
Despite the part of me screaming to sleep in the chair so my nightmares can’t harm her, I slip under the covers and gather her to me.
My ear throbs in remembered pain from her pinches. She tamed my beast. I stopped before I hurt her, but hopefully she learned not to wake me when my father plagues my dreams.
Her breasts pillow against my torso, and her pussy rests against my hip as she snuggles closer. I breathe her in and marvel at how perfectly she fits against me.
As I drift asleep, the term wedded and bedded flits through my thoughts. A smile tugs at my lips. Bedded first, then wedded. Karey and I will be tied together forever once she’s pregnant with my child, then I’ll marry her and keep her happy and pampered for the rest of our lives.
I wake with handfuls of soft, willing woman and a cock made of steel. Despite how hard I rode her yesterday, Karey takes the lead and explores me as no woman ever has before. She steals my breath and captures my soul. I give her everything.
She holds nothing back.
We find our pleasure with our bodies locked together in bliss.
She resists when I try to clean her up, so I lift her off the bed and carry her into the bathroom. We share the most erotic shower in all of humankind.
At breakfast, her shyness returns, but I coax the vixen out with playful teasing. Not once do we mention our past or the future.
We fall into a routine; spend our mornings together, part ways for work, then get lost in each other at night. Days pass. Neither of us brings up heavy topics for fear of upsetting our precarious balance.
A week goes by. Two weeks.
They’re the happiest days of my life. The only thing that could make them better would be to have Karey by my side all day long.
Working hours morph into torturous time apart. We text and call each other like lovesick teenagers.
Karey’s weekends tend to be busier than weekdays, so I adjust my schedule to have more free time in the middle of the week to spend with her.
Another week rolls by, but when I announce an outing, Karey requests a chill day at the apartment, so I order food and change back into sweats.
She emerges from a solo shower flushed and braless in a long maxi dress, but fatigue droops her shoulders and lowers her awareness, so I settle her on the couch beside me and warn my cock to behave.
She slowly relaxes. I pamper her with different beverages and foods, and she shows her investment in the TV drama with snide comments and laughter.
Her phone buzzes on the coffee table. She groans before reaching for it.
Her entire countenance changes when she reads the contact information. Concern flows through me as she curls in on herself. When she looks up, the bright, confident woman of mere moments ago is replaced by an uncertain, vulnerable girl.
“Excuse me for a few minutes,” she says before rising and stepping out onto the balcony.
She shuts the door behind her and paces from one side to the other, and the only reason I don’t try to follow or listen in is because she remains in sight.
Although tense and serious, she shows no sign of duress, so I give her space even after she ends the call and turns to stare out into the sunset. The wind teases her hair and billows her dress.
She’s a voluptuous goddess worthy of all my praise and adoration. Hunger and awe steal my breath.
I can’t wait to spend forever with her.
She turns and strides back inside with determination in her gaze.
“I need to visit my dad for a few days,” she announces.
“Do you want me to go with you?” I ask.
“No, I just… it’s a little complicated, so I’ll be gone for a few days, but it’s nothing I can’t handle on my own,” she says.
Despite her bravado, jumbled emotions lurk in her eyes, so I reach for my phone.
“I’ll cancel my—”
“Don’t you dare,” she scolds.
I close my fist around my phone and meet the challenge in her gaze.
After losing our staring contest, she rolls her eyes, huffs, and wedges her hips between my legs.
I lean back when she pushes on my shoulders.
“I know you have several important projects underway. Focus on those and I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone,” she insists.
I lose the war when she straddles my lap and kisses me with all the heat of the sun. She shreds my control and shoves me into a fever pitch until we’re so desperate for each other we both forget how to breathe.
I notice she’s gone before she even walks out of the apartment, her distraction apparent as she tosses a few outfits in a luggage bag and shoves her purse inside her work bag. Her sweet goodbye haunts me every second of every day while she’s gone.
Even though we text almost nonstop, I jump her when she returns. Her lovemaking assures me our time apart meant nothing, but I can’t shake the feeling something is wrong.
When she changes the location for our lunch meeting a few days later less than thirty minutes before our date, I push my suspicions aside and rush to the corner bistro.
A red haze slips over my vision when I see my cupcake flirting with another man.
It doesn’t matter who he is. He’s dead.
Karey Justice is mine.