Chapter 22
Becky slowly awoke, then stretched, keeping her eyes closed.
She had barely slept; she missed Sloan so much.
She had probably slept a whole half hour, then got up, showered, brushed her teeth and laid back down.
The shower had relaxed her enough to sleep, but as she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed it was still dark outside.
As her eyes adjusted, she noticed a shadow across from her sitting in a chair.
"Sloan," she whispered, blinking a few times.
"You expecting someone else?" His voice warmed her like nothing else could. He felt like home, and she immediately felt content.
She hurried out of bed wearing one of his shirts and rushed him. Straddling him, she sighed. "I missed you." She kissed him.
"Not more than I missed you." He kissed her back. "Are you wearing my shirt?"
Becky nodded with a small smile. "It makes me feel closer to you when you're not here."
As they kissed, she felt her body responding. His hands ran down her back, cupping her ass. She deepened the kiss, praying he didn't stop. She didn't need the protective Sloan at the moment. She needed the dominant lover who took her hard and fast. Damn, she was horny and needed him bad.
Sloan broke the kiss and started to move her.
Becky jumped off him so fast she almost fell, and if it wasn't for his quick reflexes, she would have. She pushed his hands off her.
"I'm fine." Becky snapped, giving his hand one last slap before turning to walk away, but Sloan grabbed her. "What?"
"What's wrong?" Sloan frowned, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm horny, okay." Becky blurted, her frustration off the charts. She wanted to wipe that surprised smile right off his face. "Don't you dare laugh at me, Sloan Murphy. I'm pregnant and horny. My hormones are off the charts, and my husband doesn't want to touch me."
She snapped her arm away and walked toward the bathroom.
"Where in the hell are you going?" Sloan growled, but Becky didn't even turn around.
"To take care of what my husband won't." Becky snapped, feeling aggravated and hurt. "Just like I did with my first pregnancy."
Becky walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. She knew she was probably being over the top, but dammit, she wanted him so bad, and she wanted him to want her. Was that so wrong?
The door suddenly swung open, slamming against the wall scaring her half to death.
She squealed when Sloan picked her up and walked out of the bathroom, heading toward the bed. He didn't toss her onto the bed, but laid her down, then ripped off his shirt as he glared at her.
"As long as I walk this earth, I take care of your needs.
" Sloan started unbuckling his pants as he continued to give her a stern look.
"And even though it would give me great pleasure to kill your ex, I will not do that to Frankie, even if the bastard is a shitty father. I suggest you never compare us again."
"I didn't," Becky said, then snapped her mouth shut when his eyes narrowed.
Okay, maybe she kinda did, but there was no comparison. She hadn't wanted her ex touching her when she was pregnant with Frankie. Sloan, on the other hand, she wanted inside her, and it was driving her insane.
He cocked his eyebrow at her admission, and she felt she needed to explain. She definitely didn’t want him thinking she compared him to Frank.
“Sloan there is no comparison, and I didn’t mean it that way. I never wanted my ex to touch me,” Her eyes kept traveling down his body as he shed his pants. He was hard and ready which had her squirming. It felt like forever since they’d been together. “But I want you so bad it hurts.”
The sternness of his face softened as he stared down at her, then put one knee on the bed as he caged her in with his hands on both sides of her head as he looked down at her.
“I need you to promise me that if I hurt you in any way, you will tell me.” Sloan said as he searched her eyes.
“You won’t,” Becky whispered, reaching up running her hand down his bare chest.
“Promise me,” he didn’t budge and waited for her response.
“I promise, Sloan.” Becky said, then sighed. “Now please will you touch me. I’ve missed you.”
Sloan leaned down and kissed her softly at first as he lowered himself onto his elbows, but kept his weight off her.
The kisses deepened telling her that he wanted her just as bad.
The tip of her breast touched his bare chest making her body burn.
Lifting her hands she cupped his face as one hand started at her hip to roam up her body.
His hands were so large and rough which added friction to his touch that she loved, and craved.
The moment his lips claimed hers, every ounce of frustration she'd been carrying disappeared. She melted beneath him, kissing him back just as desperately. God, she missed his touch and the way he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
His lips left hers, trailing down her neck to her shoulder before finding her breasts, which were overly sensitive, especially now.
Sloan's mouth and tongue teased one breast before moving to the other, driving her crazy.
Her pussy throbbed as his hand slid lower.
He cupped her while his mouth continued tormenting her.
Feeling how wet she was, he growled as one finger slowly slipped inside her.
Becky hissed in pleasure as he stretched her with two fingers, moving them in and out slowly. She started moving her hips impatiently, trying to get him to go faster. He lifted his head, their eyes meeting. The passion she saw there almost sent her over the edge.
"Sloan, please," she moaned just as he pulled his fingers free.
Grasping her hips, he sat her up before lying back. With little effort, he lifted her so she could straddle him. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his rock-hard cock, giving him a few slow strokes before guiding him as he lowered her onto him.
She wanted to scream in victory, but she was so breathless only a sigh escaped.
Almost immediately she began to ride him, slow at first, but that didn't last long.
His hands grasped her hips before slowly making their way to her full breasts.
He teased her nipples with pinches and flicks just the way she loved.
He knew her body better than she did, and she loved that.
"You are so beautiful."
Sloan's deep voice had her opening her eyes to stare into his black gaze.
Sloan had told her that many times, but there was something in the way he was looking at her now that had her slowing her movements. Using his strength, he sat up, making sure they stayed connected. Cupping her face, he stared so deeply into her eyes she forgot to breathe.
"Never doubt that I want you, Becky." Sloan's thumb brushed her cheek. "There isn't a second that goes by that I don't want you. Even if it's just to touch you. You are my world."
A tear escaped, running down her cheek and onto his thumb. Never had she felt so loved as she did at that moment. Leaning down, she kissed him, then pulled back, not wanting the look he was giving her to disappear.
"I love you," she whispered as they sat there, connected in both body and heart.
"This is new to me, babe," he admitted, opening himself up. "But I promise you I'll do everything I can to give you anything and everything you need...that you want."
Her heart swelled at his words. "You are what I need and want, Sloan," Becky replied as she began to move again, drawing a low growl from deep in his chest. God, she loved that sound. "I need you."
Sloan let her have her way until she began coming down harder on him.
Carefully, but swiftly, he rolled her beneath him without breaking their connection.
She wrapped her legs around him as he began to move.
She could see the muscles in his neck tighten and the strain on his face as he fought to keep control.
"Let go, Sloan." She lifted her hips to meet his. "You will not hurt us."
He moved faster, his hand slipping between them, but she didn't need the extra attention. She was already so close. Becky knew he was still holding back, and she understood why. That was Sloan. Always protecting the people he loved.
She cried out as pleasure washed over her, just as he buried his face against her neck, holding her close while she rode out the waves in his arms.
"Please tell me you're okay." Sloan's voice was rough against her neck.
"I am now," she whispered, then chuckled as he tightened his arms around her.
Sloan loosened his hold on her, then lifted her slightly so he could see her face. His lips formed a half smile. Sloan rolled off her, then pulled her against him as she lay her head on his chest, her fingers lazily playing across his skin.
"Sloan?" she murmured as thoughts started running through her head.
"Hmmm?" His hand rubbed her hip in lazy circles.
"Are we going to be okay?" Becky bit her lip, hating to bring up something so heavy, especially now, but they had hardly been alone until tonight. She needed to know where his head was.
His hand stopped moving. When he didn't answer right away, she pushed off him and sat up. His gaze was intense as he looked at her.
"I will keep you safe, Becky. No one will touch you again." Sloan said with such intensity that surprised her. “I'm sorry I failed you.”
"You didn't fail me, Sloan." Becky frowned, shaking her head. "And that's not what I'm talking about."
Sloan started to get up, but Becky stopped him.
"I don't give a crap about any of that because I know you'll keep me safe.
That's not what I meant." Becky forced him to turn toward her.
Okay... she didn't exactly force him because if Sloan wanted out of that bed, there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop him.
"Are we going to be okay? You and me?" She pointed to him, then herself.
"What kind of question is that?" Sloan frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Becky shrugged. "I know you don't want kids. Or at least that's the impression I got at Thanksgiving, and well... I'm going to get fat and cranky. Actually, I get really bitchy. I start eating weird stuff and—"
Sloan grasped her chin, placing his thumb against her lips.
"I thought we had this conversation, and again, your impression is wrong.
At that time, I never thought I could give you something you wanted, and that didn't sit well with me.
You'll be beautiful, and I happen to like a full-figured woman.
I even like you cranky sometimes. It's entertaining.
" His lips twitched. "And... what kind of weird stuff? "
"You'll definitely love me then in about six months." Becky snorted. "I'm going to be huge."
"I love you now," Sloan countered.
She smiled then wanted to see his reaction to her cravings. "And as for my weird cravings. Sid made Katrina and me some chicken nuggets, and we dipped them in chocolate frosting."
Sloan gave her a disgusted frown. “Sid actually made that without bitching?”
“He did,” Becky grinned, then smirked. “I think he was trying to make up for what he said in the kitchen. He actually came in while you were gone and apologized to me and Katrina.”
“Good,” Sloan said with a nod, then his eyes lowered which she noticed they kept doing.
Becky frowned looking down at her breasts. "Why are you looking at my boobs?"
"Why wouldn't I be looking?" Sloan cocked an eyebrow before winking. Then his gaze dropped again. "They're fuller."
"My bra does feel tighter, and they are very sensitive." Becky glanced down. "I don't remember this happening this soon when I was pregnant before." She replied, then rested her hand on her stomach.
"Slade said the doctor will be here today," Sloan told her, placing his hand over hers.
Becky nodded, then bit her lip as she looked at him. "Did you talk to him?" she whispered, watching his golden eyes darken immediately. She knew Sloan would know exactly who she meant. She hated bringing it up now, but how could she not?
"Yes." Sloan sat up. "He's being transferred here where I can interrogate him further with Adam in the room."
"Daniel was right, wasn't he?" Becky frowned. "They were using me to try to duplicate someone like him."
"Yes," Sloan answered, reaching for her. "But they failed.”
Becky nodded as tears welled in her eyes. "Sorry." She wiped a tear away. "Guess I should've mentioned I get really emotional, too. I can go from bitchy to crybaby in seconds." She laughed and cried at the same time, but the sobs won out. "Dammit."
Standing, Sloan carefully picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Still holding her, he turned on the shower and checked the temperature before stepping under the water. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed and that was to be held and cared for.
Becky was an independent woman. She'd always taken care of herself...
until Sloan. At first it had been hard letting go of some of that independence, but in this moment, she welcomed him without complaint.
She needed his strength because, obviously, she was still dealing with everything that had happened to her.
Sloan lowered her to her feet, then began lathering her with soap.
Once her body was clean, she tried to do the same for him, but he stopped her.
Instead, he shampooed her hair, rubbing her scalp until she moaned in pleasure.
God, that felt so good. Turning her so her back faced the water, she leaned her head back as the warm spray rinsed away the suds.
She jumped when she felt his mouth latch onto one of her nipples. He always knew exactly what she needed.
Turning her around, he placed her hands against the shower wall before pulling her hips back toward him. He slipped inside her, making her hiss in pleasure.
"I will never get enough of you," he growled as his hands squeezed her ass before moving to her hips as he began to thrust inside her.
Becky loved this position, and he knew it.
It made her feel feminine with Sloan completely in control.
He was careful with her, always, but she could feel his control slipping as his thrusts came faster.
One hand left her hip to cup her breast with a gentle squeeze before sliding lower to her sweet spot.
That was all it took. She lost herself again.
Every thought of what had happened to her disappeared, if only for that moment, and she welcomed it.
She loved Sloan even more for giving her that peace.