Chapter 27 Stone
TWENTY-SEVEN
STONE
The absolute weight that’s lifted off my chest when I claim Vanna is beyond freeing.
I feel like I can finally breathe again, like the anvil crushing my sternum is gone.
I want to howl at the moon like a damn animal and mark my territory over and over again until I’m permanently etched inside of her.
I lift and wedge myself between her legs, forcing her back to my mattress. Hovering over her, our gazes meet; hers frightened and mine content.
“Just give us a chance, Darkness. You know you want to. Besides, maybe that will finally get Hunter off your back.”
She struggles with her response, clearly thinking of all the ways this will end.
I brush my lips along hers, helping her clear her head and when I pull back, she swallows nervously.
“Fine, but Stone?”
"Hmm?”
“You have to start using condoms. The last thing we need is a baby.” She snorts.
My smile falls and my giddy heart misses a beat.
“No.”
“No?” She barks back, struggling now to break out from under me.
“Yeah, no. I won’t be using condoms, and I won’t be too put off if you decide to stop taking your birth control.”
“Did you not hear me? I said a baby was the last thing we need.”
“I don’t think I agree and now that you’re mine, I’m going to fuck you left, right, and sideways until you can hardly move. You’re going to feel my cum between your thighs, wetting your panties, and soaking your sheets every damn night.”
She scoffs, “You’re unbelievable. I said fine two seconds ago and now you’re threatening me?”
“Not a threat, Darkness. A promise.” I wink and she rolls her eyes.
“I’m not going to stop taking my birth control, so if I get pregnant, I will kill you.”
Her eyes narrow into slits at her warning as if she had the ability to make me cower, but her proclamation is a bluff. Unlike my threat to end Hunter’s life if he comes near her.
“No, you won’t.” I tease her, finally climbing off the bed and pulling her up to her feet.
“Really? Wanna try me?”
“Kinda.” I admit, taunting her with a malicious smile.
She punches my arm roughly and scowls, clearly unamused. Threading my fingers through hers, I lead her to my bathroom and start the shower.
After I scrub myself down, she allows me to do the same to her and as I’m running the sudsy loofah over her breasts she asks, “Is the whole cum thing a kink of yours?”
I think about her question for a moment and answer her truthfully, “Not until I met you.”
“I’ve never... done any of these things before. With Hunter, it was just so normal.”
This has me chuckling. “Normal? Vanna you are anything but normal. Magnificent, enigmatic, tortured, but not normal. Plus, we’ve hardly done anything that kinky.”
“When I met you, we had a three-way with my ex. That’s just the norm for you?”
“No. I allowed it then because I knew it would be the last time. The moment my cock slid inside of you was the moment you became mine. Whether you knew it or not and no other dick will ever touch this pussy again.”
“But what if it’s what I want?”
“Is it?”
She has the nerve to pretend she’s thinking about it, but her hesitation gives her away.
“That’s what I thought.” I mutter. “You want to play around with others? Then we’ll play around, but this pussy?” I shove my fingers inside of her, “This pussy is mine. Do you understand?”
She nods weakly, then whispers, “It’s yours.”
And those were the sweetest words I think I’ve ever heard.
I reward her with a kiss and then cup her face, demanding her full attention.
“Vanna, if there’s ever anything you want to do, anything you want to explore, talk to me.
I’ll make it happen. There’s nothing you could ask for that I would judge.
The only thing I want is you and if I have you, then you get to call the shots. ”
She bites her bottom lip, “What if I told you I want to peg you.”
Lowering my mouth to her ear, I murmur, “Then I’d say choose your weapon.”
She shivers in my hold and fuck, I’m hard all over again.
“This...” Vanna stifles a chuckle. “This is going to be a lot of fun.”
“That’s the spirit.”
I force her to sleep in my bed tonight after changing the sheets. The idea of being in a separate room now just doesn't feel right.
She lies there scrolling her phone and I study the features of her face from the screen light. Suddenly, her brows dip and her lips curl down into a frown.
“Why the fuck is your mother texting me about venues?”
I chuckle, “My mother is texting you now?”
“Hi Vanna, honey. Stone gave me your number, and I know you two are still figuring out dates, but I wanted to see where you were thinking of having the ceremony. Are we doing a church, the beach? Oh, barn yard weddings are all the rage right now. Any way, we miss you two!” She reads aloud.
“Damn. The woman knows no boundaries.”
“Stone! Why does she still think we’re getting married?”
“Because we are.” I say simply.
“God you’re annoying.”
“And you are beautiful when you’re annoyed.”
She groans, then shuts her phone off, dropping it onto the nightstand beside her.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re insane and you need help?”
“More than once.” I admit.
That must seem to strike a nerve somewhere in her head because her body tenses, and she levels me with a glare.
“You don’t already have a kid out there, do you?”
Her question takes me by surprise, and I cough out a laugh. “Jesus, Van. No. I’m not a dad... yet.”
She sighs, then elbows me in the ribs, “Don’t say shit like that to me.”
“Awe come on!” I jest, rolling up onto my elbows so my face could hover above hers.
“Just imagine it.” I place the palm of my hand against her lower belly.
“Our baby growing right here. Every month, you’d get a little bigger, and I’d take care of you.
I’d fetch you ice cream at three in the morning or buy an ungodly amount of pickles. ”
“Ew, fuck pickles and I’m lactose intolerant.”
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“So, no to pickles and ice cream, but yes to being knocked up?”
“Ugh! I’m going to bed.”
She rolls over until her back is to me.
“That’s not a no, Darkness.”
“It’s not a yes either. This kid would without a doubt be fucked up.”
“How could you say that about our baby?”
“We don’t have a baby, Stone and how can you deny that the kid would have the mental stability of Dahmer?”
“Wow. You’re comparing our innocent child to a cannibal... have you ever even met a baby before?”
She scoffs, “Yeah. Plenty, but ours would have us as parents.”
“Vanna.” I tug her shoulder until she’s on her back, facing me again. “We would be great parents because we want to be. We don’t have to let ourselves get in the way of that.”
“Stone?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m really done talking about this now.”
“Okay. Then I’ll try again tomorrow. Night.” I smash my lips to hers before she can tell me to fuck off again and tuck us in under the covers. ?