Chapter 37
Rachel
I wake up to kisses on my stomach. “Did you just press a kiss to my stretch mark?” I ask in a sleep daze, my eyes flickering open as I watch the man lying beside me. His blonde hair tickling along my stomach, his large hand gripping at my waist.
His lips brush over my skin. “It’s cute, I like it.”
“It’s gross.” I yawn.
“Oh please, you can barely see it. Plus, it’s like a little marker where Sam has been. Like somehow he was marking his time on the inside. You know, kinda like what a prisoner would do.”
“Well, I’m lucky he can’t count, and I only have one stretch mark and not nine.”
He presses another kiss to my stretch mark. “I still like it.”
“You’re weird.”
He shrugs. “Not the worst thing I’ve been called.”
I sigh, enjoying the comfort of Randy’s bed and the man himself.
The last few weeks I’ve been completely lost, heartbroken, and just plain angry, but now I’m happy, content, and there is no place I’d rather be.
Thinking back to last night, our first session was quick, but it probably meant the most to me out of all our lovemaking.
It was raw, primal, and showed his pure need for me; and shortly after he did what he promised, he made it up to me, twice.
His strong, defined arms wrap around my back as his cheek rests on my stomach. “It’s crazy to think you had a little person in here.”
I laugh and think back to my pregnancy—scary times, but also filled with hope and excitement.
His lips pass over my stomach ever so gently, making me internally sigh, my nails sliding into his scalp as I stare at the ceiling, enjoying his touch.
He gently licks my stomach, then follows it with a kiss, a whisper of warm air passing over my sensitive skin.
My nails dig harder into his scalp, almost begging him not to stop as my eyes fall closed.
His lips trail lower, my hands following as he finds that perfect spot between my legs.
He kisses the damp spot, then trails his tongue completely up my slit, and I can just hear the groan that falls from his mouth as he savors me.
His need to taste me only grows as his tongue swipes over me again and again, then he sucks, and my inner core clenches, a moan falling from my throat.
My body is exposed, vulnerable but safe.
I allow him to play and tease as I ride this high of ecstasy.
Right now, my body is his slave; he is in complete control as he rolls his thumb over my clit.
He continues to take control as I bask in each expert touch, relishing what pleasure this man can bring from my body.
His mouth roams up my chest, his mouth wrapping around my hard nipple at the same time that I feel him press against my entrance.
My back rises slightly, allowing him to slide in completely.
He sucks hard on my right breast and drags all the air from my lungs.
His mouth moves to my exposed neck as he fills me to the hilt.
Dragging in oxygen, my hands slide down to his lower back, feeling each thrust over and over as he bites gently at my skin.
I lose myself in this feeling. My mind on nothing but the tantalizing sensations pulsing through my body.
His thumb brushing against my swollen clit, his hard length sliding back and forth inside me.
Each movement takes me closer to the edge.
I can feel the pleasure build, holding off for as long as I can and riding the euphoria knowing I can’t last any longer.
My hips buck slightly, my breathing deepens, my fingers grip him harder, pulling him closer.
My mouth finds his as I kiss him; it’s needy, messy, wet, and dragged out between deep breaths and moans as I fall apart under him.
We lie satisfied, both of us breathing heavily beside one another, until he looks to me in panic. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Rachel. I didn’t use a condom that time.”
“I know, it’s okay.” My hand finds his cheek and rests on it so I can look him in the eyes. “I could have reminded you, but I didn’t want to. I’m on the pill, so I’m good…and let’s face it, you haven’t been with anyone for a little bit.”
His lips lift, his forehead falling to mine. “That is the first time I have ever done that. I can’t believe I was so caught up with you that I didn’t even think of a condom.”
“Well, I’m not allowing another little person to invade my body for quite a while, so I’m definitely on birth control.”
“That felt fucking awesome, though.” He exhales.
My fingers trail down his chest, bumping against the valley of his abs—bump, bump, bump. “Do you want to meet my parents?”
“Depends,” he says, our heads resting on the same pillow.
“Depends on what?” I ask, meeting his gaze.
“Are you going to be my girlfriend, Rachel?”
I ponder dramatically. “I don’t know.” I sigh in amusement, loving that I can say no to him. Not many people have that power, and I’m relishing it for just a few moments longer. “A quarterback’s girlfriend…sounds like trouble.”
“Hey, you’ll be my girlfriend. I’m not just the quarterback,” he says, that cocky glint unmistakable.
“Sounds even dodgier,” I shoot back.
He rolls on top of me in one fluid motion, grinning like he’s already won. “Oh really?” His fingers dig mercilessly into my ribs.
“Stop—it tickles!” I gasp.
“Say you’ll be my girlfriend,” he insists, tickling harder.
“I’ll think about it,” I manage between giggles and tears of laughter filling my eyes.
“Wrong answer,” he doubles down.
My arms and legs try to fight him off, but I’m no match for him as he comes higher and straddles my waist. “Say you’ll be my girlfriend, and the tickling will stop.”
Between squeals of laughter and pleading, I give in, and I choke out. “Okay, okay. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“You’ll what?” he asks while he continues to tickle me, his face inching closer to hear me properly, taking great delight in my weakened state.
I’m completely powerless, physically and emotionally. “I’ll be your girlfriend,” I yell.
“So, just confirming,” he teases, still tickling, “you want me to be your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” I choke out between chuckles.
“Yes, what?”
I squirm, flushed and flustered. “Will you be my boyfriend?” I yell.
He finally stops, taking mercy on me. “Okay, okay. No need to beg… I’ll be your boyfriend, Rachel. Geez.”
I slap at his chest when I’m finally able to, but then he grabs both hands and pins them beside my head. “Thank you,” he smiles down at me, then kisses me so sweetly.
He pulls away from me on another gorgeous grin. “So, do you want to meet my mom?”
“Definitely. Are you ready to meet my parents?” I respond.
“How protective are your parents going to be?” he asks.
“Because of Sam, it’s going to be pretty intense, I’m not going to lie.”
“Yeah, I could imagine.”
“Just be on your best behavior.”
“I’m always on my best behavior,” he shrugs. “It’s just that my best behavior isn’t very good,” he says, rolling off of me and giving me that hugely charismatic glance, the one that oozes confidence and bad intentions.
“Hungry?” he asks.
“Starving.”
“Come on, then, let’s see what we can find downstairs.”