Chapter 11
Reagan was on fire. She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d gone from angry at her mom to sad that Indio had to face her to horny beyond belief.
How did he do that to her? How did he make everything better?
He hadn’t flinched in her mom’s presence, hadn’t wavered in his defense of her.
He made her feel like she could do anything, including being a mom and in a real relationship.
The first real relationship of her life.
She was so tempted to say the words to him. To tell him that she loved him, because sometime between their reconnection last Saturday to him standing between her and her mom like a bodyguard, it had happened. The last of the protective, paranoid walls she’d erected around herself had crumbled.
He wasn’t holding anything against her, not even the three weeks she’d hidden away and refused to see him. It had been fate that brought her to him that first day, and then again when she’d had her cousins with her.
He was sucking her nipple like it was his favorite piece of candy and she didn’t want him to stop, but she wanted to tell him something.
Cupping his face, she tilted his head and he released her nipple with a soft growl, his eyes going amber again for a moment.
“I would have come for you,” she whispered, her voice going thick with emotion.
“I don’t want you to think the only reason you know about the baby is because I happened to bring my cousins to the park last weekend.
I knew in the back of my mind that I might run into you, and I think subconsciously I wanted that.
But even if it hadn’t happened, I would have come to see you.
I just feel so awful that you might question my intentions. ”
“I don’t,” he said. “You’d just found out you were carrying my baby that morning and hadn’t had time to process it before you saw me again. I know you would have come to see me. You’re a good person, Reagan. You wouldn’t have kept the pregnancy from me.”
She shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t have.
” She pressed a hand to her belly, her fingers grazing his stomach in the process.
Then she smiled, feeling lighter than she had since the day she ran away from him.
“You know what? I’m going to look at that day in the shed as the start of something amazing.
We’re having a baby, Indio. And we’re together.
I’m not going to regret what happened or dwell on it in a bad way, because this baby is a blessing. And you’re mine.”
“Definitely,” he said. “And you’re mine too.”
It was almost primal the way he said the word mine , and she liked it.
Loved it.
Wanted more.
She wiggled a little under him, feeling playful and wanton, but in the best way possible.
She was with the guy who was not only the father of her baby, but the first guy she’d fallen for.
Really and truly, Indio had her heart. And she’d tell him when the time was right.
But right now, he had some pleasure to deliver and she wanted to collect.
“Make me yours,” she whispered. “I think you owe me a few orgasms before we pack for our trip.”
“I always keep my promises,” he said, his voice dropping a little and making her stomach clench in anticipation.
He kissed her, their tongues dancing together as he slid his hand slowly under the waistband of her leggings. She was so turned on, she knew she was soaked, and when his fingers slipped under her panties and stroked her folds, he let out a low growl in his throat.
He nipped at her lips and then kissed down her neck, sucking on her flesh as his fingers played lightly with her. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, sinking two fingers into her. “You’re the sexiest female in the world.”
She arched her back as a shiver of pleasure wove down her spine, his fingers penetrating deeply and then slipping back out of her, before plunging in again.
She sank her fingers into his hair, twisting the soft strands as he fingered her, his thumb sliding against her clit with each press of his fingers.
“Come on my fingers,” he whispered in her ear, “I want to watch you fall apart.”
He kissed her ear and then her cheek, then went up on his elbow and grinned sinfully at her.
She was still mostly dressed but she felt totally naked in that moment, stripped bare before the guy who held her heart in his hands. As he worked his magic, driving her right to the height of pleasure, he held her gaze, his eyes an enchanting mix of brown and gray and amber.
When she came, her body clutching his fingers and her nails digging into his neck, she moaned his name and he kissed her, then moved down her body and took her leggings and panties with him.
He stripped her, her shoes and clothes flying, and then he stood between her legs and undid his jeans. Her knees were spread on either side of his hips, her legs hanging off the bed, and her whole body prickled with her climax.
He freed his cock from his jeans, the thick, long length hard and ready for her as he shoved his pants down his legs and then grabbed the backs of her knees.
“Ready to fly again, baby?” he said.
“Yes!”
He pulled her to him, his cock sinking into her pussy with a hard thrust, filling her, making her eyes cross with the sheer pleasure of how good it felt to be with him like this.
Her stomach clenched, her body still humming with her orgasm, but he only paused for a moment.
His gaze was scorching, his body strung tight like he was fighting something powerful, his muscles clenched.
She swore she could smell his cologne even stronger now. Sunshine and sandalwood and home .
And then she couldn’t think about anything but him fucking her.
No, it wasn’t fucking really, it was making love.
He took her hard, but there was tenderness in every movement, and he never took his eyes off her. She stretched her arms over her head and gave herself over to the pleasure that he was giving her. When she lifted her hips slightly, he began to stroke against a place inside her that felt incredible.
“Oh, oh ,” she moaned, her hands clenching the blanket. “Just right there.”
“You got it, come around my cock, baby,” he said, growling out the demand.
He pounded into her, driving the breath from her lungs, until her body soared into the heavens and she came.
Her vision blurred as she shouted his name, her toes curling.
She felt him come inside her and he shouted her name, his body stilling, his hands locked on her knees and his cock buried deeply inside her.
He stared down at her, his eyes practically glowing with happiness.
And she knew it was the right time.
“I love you.” They both said the words at the same time.
They didn’t say anything for a moment, and then they both laughed.
He let go of his hold on her knees and crawled up the bed next to her, pulling her close and kissing her. “I love you, Reagan. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“I love you too, Indio.”
She shivered, pleasure still working through her.
He smiled at her, brushing the hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Then he moved back down her, pushing her thighs roughly apart and giving her a wicked grin. “Ready for number three?”
She let out a shivering breath. “I’ve never come that many times in a row.”
He leaned down and flicked his tongue over her clit and she jolted with the surge of pleasure.
“I think you’ve got one more simmering, don’t you?” he whispered. “And I’m just the male for the job.”
He damn sure was.
Her forever guy.
Her Indio.