Chapter 22
Devyn
Iwasn’t in my right mind. That had to be the reason I was seeing red all of a sudden.
Well, that and the fight I’d had with my parents earlier.
I hadn’t come straight home—weird that I was already thinking of Bolo’s place as home—after work.
I’d stopped by to get some face to face time with my mom and dad.
Catching them up on everything had gone fine until I’d mentioned the doctor appointment and the fact that she was going to be monitoring me closer than most. Then I’d had to tell them about being sick earlier in the week, and the high blood pressure, and it’d dissolved rapidly from there.
It’d ended with them suggesting that I quit my job.
Something they’d already talked to me about before this and I’d shut down just as quickly as I had tonight.
They were worried about me. I understood—and really did appreciate—that fact.
But I didn’t want to quit my job. I loved my job.
I was good at it. The idea of losing all I’d worked so hard for, along with all the new scary things happening with my body, and the potential dangers to the baby, it was all too overwhelming.
That was why I’d lost my temper with my parents.
With Bolo. I just needed some normalcy and work was providing that right now, even though I knew I needed to be taking it easy.
Thankfully no other fires had needed an investigator and all I was doing was catching up on paperwork.
I had a decision to make, and needed to do it soon.
I was planning to wait until after the next appointment with Dr. Natalie to speak to my chief about seeing if I could keep going at work just riding the desk until the birth.
Mom and Dad hadn’t been fans of my plan and said as much.
Usually, they were super supportive—and later, when I looked back on this, I’d realize they were juggling being supportive and being smart about what was going on with me—but they weren’t backing down on suggesting I at least take time off.
All with the understanding that if I took leave for the entirety of my pregnancy, I’d have no time left for after the baby got here and would either have to go immediately back to work, or quit. And I knew what their vote was.
The whole conversation had stressed me out and put me in a bad mood.
Then I got back here and was just starting to lose my irritation and Bolo went and said the same thing.
But where I'd just explained calmly—mostly calmly—to my parents that I had no intention of quitting my job, I’d sort of lost it on Bolo.
I wasn’t sure why. But I was unreasonably angry at him.
And now I was lying on his bed as he dragged my shirt off and buried his face between my breasts. My eyes fluttered closed.
Oh my God that feels good.
He shoved my bra to the side and latched onto my nipple like he was starving and it was the last morsel of food left anywhere on the planet.
I groaned and arched up toward him. He’d pissed me off.
Then I’d made him mad—I was pretty certain anyway, though it was hard to tell with him—and now here we were.
It was probably a stupid idea. I knew I’d had better ideas before, like making him wait longer so that we could build our relationship slowly.
It was smart to cement our feelings for each other before we mixed up emotions and sex.
I gasped as he switched sides and nipped my other breast through the lace of my bra.
Oh my God.
The thoughts and reason fled my brain as he ran those roughened hands up my sides.
Logical Devyn could go sit in time out while I had a little fun.
She was a spoilsport anyway. My body was practically humming as he bit and licked his way down over my stomach.
He stopped briefly below my belly button and placed a reverent kiss there before continuing on.
“Don’t rip my-”
Too late. He jerked on my shorts, sending the little button there flying.
These shorts were expensive—I liked beautiful clothes, which was why Audrey always raided my closet—but I really didn’t care if he shredded them off my body anymore.
I lifted my hips, smiling as he muttered a curse.
I hadn’t expected us to end up in this position, but I’d still put on a matching lace bra and panty set. Maybe I had just hoped.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, eyes meeting mine as he grabbed my thong in one huge fist.
“What are you-” I didn’t get to finish. I yelped when he tore my panties right off.
I’d started this and I wanted some biting and hair pulling, I also knew instinctively that he wasn’t going to hurt me.
He was giving me a little bit of roughness in a way that wasn’t going to put a mark on my body.
It was exciting. I was breathing hard, watching his eyes trail back down my body.
He was still fully clothed, though his shirt was torn open to the waist, and I was completely naked.
I didn’t feel vulnerable. I wanted to stretch and purr, because the look on his face definitely let me know he liked what he saw.
And I wanted him to. Because it wasn’t going to be long before my body started changing in a big way.
I already had a small bump, but Bolo didn’t seem to mind it.
He shoved off the bed and I watched as he undressed completely.
My eyes roamed over flexing muscle as he shoved his clothes off as fast as he could.
He turned to set his cut down on the dresser and I got an eyeful of a world class ass.
The man was built like a statue. Well, except in the front.
I’d never really been impressed with what those statues rocked between their legs.
Bolo was…proportionate. And considering how big the rest of him was, it meant I wasn’t going to complain about a thing.
I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling as he buried his face between my thighs. He'd already asked my permission and I’d given it. He wasn’t going to ask again. He was just going to...consume. I moaned as his hot mouth moved over me. His beard rubbed the inside of my thighs.
“You smell good,” he mumbled against my skin. “Taste even fucking better.” He lightly bit my clit and I let out a cry, arching up as he chuckled.
I reached down to grab a handful of his hair as he settled in and proceeded to eat my pussy like he was dying for it.
He licked me like I was a dripping ice cream cone, teasing my clit and dipping his tongue into my core.
This was a man who enjoyed doing this. He wasn’t only eating me out to get the job done, he was taking immense pleasure in the act. And who was I to take that from him?
Tightening my hands in his hair, I arched my hips and rocked against his mouth.
I could feel my orgasm building and I let it take me, moaning loudly as I went over the edge.
He’d made me come faster than I ever had before.
Well, except maybe the previous night we spent together.
But really, I didn’t remember much of it, so I wasn’t going to count it.
This time, we weren’t drunk. We were both fully aware of what we were doing to each other.
Pleasure rolled through me as he worked me over like he understood every inch of me.
“That’s it,” he praised as I lost control of my body.
I was spiraling, letting the bliss take me.
But he wasn’t done with me. Not yet. His fingers moved in to join the mix.
He stroked my core as his tongue circled my clit.
Two of his thick fingers. It wasn’t enough, I was hungry for more, but he was taking his time.
He was driving me crazy, keeping me at the edge, suspended at the top of the mountain as he drove me crazy with his talented mouth.
He began nipping my inner thighs in between taking slow licks of my pussy. It made me clench and writhe under him. “I could stay here all day. Forever,” he growled, bright blue eyes meeting mine. His fingers were still teasing me.
I panted, unable to find words, my body too full of need to respond to his comment.
He gave me a smug smile that ended with a deep satisfied chuckle.
He liked that he was reducing me to a useless puddle of need below him.
I really didn’t mind so much either, but I was starting to get antsy from the urge to come.
Then he bit me again and I whimpered. But it turned into a moan when his tongue soothed away the hurt.
It was like he was plucking every fantasy straight out of my head.
We were so well suited to each other. The anger that had driven me to taunt him into this was gone, replaced by a wild passion that was growing by the second.
I wanted him. Needed him to fuck me. To make me his in a way I’d wanted since he’d walked into my office that day at the firehouse.
That feeling was growing in me and I arched up as he drove his fingers inside me.
Letting out a sharp gasp, I struggled to breathe as the ecstasy cascaded over me.
This was what I needed. To be filled. Taken.
Cherished. This wasn’t some stranger who only cared about his own end game.
Bolo was working hard to blow my mind. To give me the orgasms I so desperately craved, and even more importantly, the release that would allow all the worry and bottled-up emotions stuck inside me to be freed.
He seemed to realize I needed this in order to let go.
His other hand gripped my thigh tightly as he pushed my leg up and bit the tender skin where my leg met my body.
Then he finally made the move I’d been waiting for.
He shifted up, settling his hips between my legs, making sure to keep his body weight off of me.
“Oh my God!” I cried, arching up as he thrust into me, driving his hard length home.
The man wasn’t little anywhere, but he’d so thoroughly prepared me that I came hard, my body clamping down on his and holding him tightly as I rocked beneath him.
I was crying out, sobbing with the climax, unable to help myself as he gave me exactly what I needed, physically and emotionally.
When the shudders subsided I went limp beneath him. But he didn’t give me a break. He didn’t seem worried about the tears streaming down my face as he wiped them away even though he checked in on me. “You okay?”
“Yeah. That was just…intense,” I panted.
He grinned. “Ready for more?”
“More?” I squeaked.
He’d pinned my arms over my head when I’d pressed them against his chest. “More. Again,” he demanded as he started moving, pounding into me.
I shook my head, eyes wide, my pussy already overly sensitized and ready for a break.
Even as I thought I needed a time out, my body responded to him, building back up as he demanded more from me.
I knew if I didn’t get it, I would explode and lose my mind.
I’d been denying myself for too long now and I needed that next release, craved it like my next breath.
“Bolo, please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was asking him to stop or keep going. He wasn’t planning to stop. There was determination written all over his face as he began fucking me again.
“You can come again, I know it,” he told me, eyes burning as he stared at me, a feral grin on his lips.
He looked so satisfied. So sure of himself.
I knew he was right. And I was too turned on, too desperate to deny it.
He had me so far up the mountain already.
I was too close to the peak again and I knew it wouldn’t take much.
Bolo was making me see stars in a way I hadn’t in a long time.
“Oh, I’m-” I didn’t finish my sentence as he bent his head and kissed me as an orgasm exploded through me again.
He rode me through it and as the bliss began to recede he let go of his control and drove himself deep, his hips moving fast and hard as he lost himself in the act.
His deep, satisfied groan made me smile as we kissed. This had been exactly what I’d hoped for, a man who cared enough to take care of my needs, and drove himself half wild doing it. He was everything I wanted. I just hoped he wasn’t going to end up disappointing me.