Chapter 7
Nick
Pulling her on top of me and spreading her legs to straddle me, my tongue sweeps around her mouth and she makes the familiar moans I love to hear.
It’s sweet, clear, and sexy as hell. I move my hands down the curve of her back and over her ass, grinding her against my dick, and she moves her hips to the rhythm I’m setting.
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” I say as she sits up on me.
Pulling her shirt up, she whips it over her head in one motion and throws it on the floor.
I’m spellbound, watching her move her body on top of me, naked, grinding her wetness against me.
With my jaw clenched tight, I take it all in, my dick jump to attention against her round, full ass like a motherfucking steel rod.
That’s what she does to me every time I see her like this, moaning on top of me with my hands on her smooth thighs, her hair brushing against her breasts.
Her rock-hard nipples remind me of milk chocolate-covered cherries, waiting to be popped into my mouth and suckled, like I’m a newborn baby.
“Fuck the foreplay, you’re wet enough. I’m about to lose my shit all up your stomach.”
Head tilted to the side, she brushes her fingertips across her nipples as she says, “We can’t have that. You need to be way up inside me when that happens.”
I vehemently agree. Pulling a condom from the drawer, I put it to my mouth to rip it open.
But she pulls my hand away, pushing her palm against mine, trapping the condom between us.
Leaning down to swipe the tip of her soft pink tongue over my mouth like a kitten, I moan, closing my eyes against the intense rush of heat shooting through my body.
Everything she does to me feels damn good.
With her nose brushing mine, she asks, “Is there any reason we would need to use this? I’m already pregnant, the damage is done.”
Shit! I know where this is going. I can see the question in her eyes.
“I mean, I didn’t expect you not to have sex when we were apart…but is there any reason at all we should use this?”
She wants to know if I had sex with someone else. I’m not going to lie to her, but I can’t tell her it was Paige—not here, not now. Fuck! I don’t want to ruin this, maybe I’ll tell her who it was after. Shit.
“There was one person, weeks ago. We hooked up a couple times, three times to be exact. She was on the pill, I used a condom with nonoxynol-9, and if I had a vat of spermicide I would have used that too.” She laughs.
That’s a good sign. “You don’t have to worry about any woman showing up claiming I’m the father of their child. ”
“What you’re saying is, I don’t have to worry there are going to be a bunch of little unclaimed Alexanders running around out there in the world.”
I smile and kiss her lips. “Exactly. The only little Alexander you have to worry about is the one you’re going to give me.”
She sits up on top of my stomach, takes the condom from my hand, and throws it over her shoulder.
I love to look at her; she’s perfect to me.
I trail my hands across her bare breasts and watch as she sucks her lower lip into her mouth.
Her eyes heat up and I move both my hands from the tips of her nipples to the center of her stomach, stroking my thumbs against her skin.
I can’t believe she’s pregnant. She moves against me and I look up at her, this beautiful girl I don’t want to be without. “I love you, Cat.”
Putting her hand over mine on her stomach she quietly says, “I know.”
My breath hisses out between my teeth when she wraps her hand around me, swirling the head of my dick around her slick wet folds.
With trust and without barriers, she guides me into her body.
I’m watching her every move, hardly able to breathe she has me so turned on.
Her other hand moves over her breast to play with her nipple while she makes the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life come out of any female’s mouth.
She’s a natural; I don’t have to tell her what to do, she knows.
Still teasing me with her body, she closely watches me with lust-filled eyes, swinging her hips from side to side, and I manage to growl out harshly, “Damn.”
I’m about to lose it and throw her down on the bed and dive into her when she sinks down my length, saying my name with both of her hands stroking over her breasts.
I close my eyes and let the sensations take over as my eyes roll back into my head from the feel of her wet, hot pussy creating the sweetest friction against my dick.
“Fuck, I could burst inside you, I’m so fucking hard. Damn, I missed this,” I say as she puts her hands on my stomach, rocking and bucking on me, finding a tempo and pace that’s right for her.
“I missed…this,” she says in a throaty moan.
She’s so wet she slides up and down effortlessly as if she’s coated with oil, moaning my name over and over again.
My hands on her ass, I rock up deeper in her.
“I love to hear my name come out of your mouth,” I tell her, watching her full wet lips part.
It’s a song sung for me. Best fucking song I’ve ever heard in my life.
I can tell she’s almost there—her head tipped back, her mouth wide open. She holds on to my hands, leaning forward over me with her legs squeezing tight against me. The tips of her breasts grazing my chest, she screams my name loud and clear, more music to my ears.
Before she’s finished, I roll her onto her back, spreading her legs wide for me. I stroke all the way up in her until I can’t move. She murmurs, “Nick.” And all my focus is on her in my arms. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. Then she says the words I’ve been waiting to hear for what feels like forever.
“Nick…”
I instantly stop, holding myself back, willing myself to hold still inside of her, bracing my weight on one hand and the other palm flat against the headboard, breathing hard. She opens her eyes and looks at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
She groans. “You won’t. If I feel anything, I’ll let you know. I promise.”
Closing my eyes, I drop my forehead against hers, trying to control myself. “I know I can be unrestrained when I’m lost in the moment like this.” I’m ready to fucking explode. I can hardly get the words out of my mouth. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I want you to feel what I’m feeling. I want you to come in me. I want to feel everything you feel.”
Kissing her lips, I slam into her hard. She shuts her eyes and opens her mouth in a perfect O with a gasp of pleasure.
I rear back again and slam into her, over and over, riding her to my release.
The sheet slides to the floor and my hand presses against the headboard to keep her head from hitting it.
With her legs wrapped around me, my head drops between her shoulder and her neck, moaning her name as I pour everything I have into her. Fucking amazing.
I lean my weight to one side, her warmth and softness still surrounding me. Nuzzling the side of her neck with the tip of my nose, I kiss her under the side of her chin. She sighs, her fingers playing with the back of my neck, her other hand stroking lines up and down my back with her fingernails.
“That feels good. You feel good,” I say against her skin.
“Mmm. So do you.”
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m more than okay. Thanks to you,” she says languidly.
“I did my job, then.” I kiss the edge of her ear, swirling the tips of my fingers across her skin.
“You did more than the job required. You went above and beyond.”
I give a little chuckle and raise my head. “Are you sure you’re okay? I know at times I go kind of hard.”
She rolls her eyes at me and smiles. “I’m fine. Stop worrying, nothing hurt, it was all good. See?” She puts her hands on my ass and rocks her hips forward, pushing against me. I growl from the friction she’s causing with me still in her.
I playfully bite her neck; she gasps, and I slowly pull out of her, gathering her in my arms with her back against me and the rest of her between my legs.
She laughs and looks over her shoulder at me. “What?”
“I love you.”
She puts her hand on my cheek. “I know, but things are not perfect. I’m willing to try. I know what making this choice means for us all.”
“So do I,” I say against her skin, kissing her shoulder and holding her tighter. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I am never letting this woman go. She’s the one I’m going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. She doesn’t know it yet, but our future is already written in the stars.
I pull the covers back over us and stroke my hand over her stomach. It feels good to be able to freely touch her and have her in my arms.
“Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you with her in this bed?”
Should have known this was coming. “Yes.”
“I hope it wasn’t on these sheets.”
“No, it wasn’t. I’ll throw them out and burn them if you want.” I’ll count myself lucky if that’s the only cost for my stupidity.
“Throwing them out is good enough. Buying new sheets would be a great idea.”
“I’ll throw every single sheet I have out and buy a closet full of new ones, ten thousand thread count, in every color of your choosing.”
“I don’t think they make ten thousand thread count sheets.” From her profile, I can see the smile on her face.
“If it will make you stay here with me, we’ll find them. If they don’t have any, they’re going to start making them.”
“You don’t have to go to those lengths to make me come over.”
“I don’t want you to come over.”
She turns her head and looks hurt. “I thought—”
“I want you to stay. Move in with me.”
Hurt turns to shock. “I can’t do that.” She turns around in my arms and faces me.
“Why not? Give me one good reason.”
“I have an apartment, and a roommate. I’m pregnant with your baby and estranged from my family.”
“You do realize you didn’t make a case for yourself?”