Chapter Twenty #2
A knowing smirk claims his lips. “I think you’re lying. I think it makes your pussy really wet to think of them watching us.” He grips my nipples, tugging ruthlessly on the aching points.
A moan spills past my lips, an almost fearful note to it as I try to understand the forbidden feelings he’s evoking within me.
“Don’t be ashamed, baby. It turns me on too,” he confesses. “I’d love for them to see my hands all over you. For them to see what will only ever be mine.”
The dark possession in his voice eases some of my apprehension. He leans in, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, his teeth gripping with a force that has me crying out. Fire races through my blood, my head dropping back again as I give in to the fiery pleasure.
A million stars hover above me, the moonlit sky more pronounced than ever.
When something cold touches my skin, my head lifts again. Justice swirls the tip of the beer bottle around one aching nipple, teasing and taunting. I gasp when he pours the liquid over it, his hot mouth catching the cool stream, tongue curling around my tortured bud.
A harsh whimper parts my lips as he gives the same attention to my other breast, cold and heat colliding with one another before he brings the bottle to my mouth.
“Open,” he commands, his dark voice making me eagerly comply. “Now suck it.”
I blink, confused.
“I want you to wrap those pretty lips around the bottle, Ryanne, and suck it. Do it now.”
The deep command in his voice along with the hunger dancing in his dark eyes has me following the order. Swallowing thickly, I flick out my tongue, licking the rim, remembering that his lips were pressed to the bottle only a short time ago. I taste the faintness of beer and him.
Always him.
His eyes darken, hooding with desire. I let go of all my inhibitions, allowing him to slip the bottle deeper, my gaze never wavering from his. Slowly, he thrusts the smooth brown glass in and out, my cheeks hollowing around the tip.
“That’s it, baby. Suck it. Suck it like Braxten is shoving his fat cock deep in your mouth.”
I still, my pussy involuntarily clenching at the erotic words.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice thick with lust. “You like thinking about my brother’s cock fucking this sweet mouth?” He pushes the bottle deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat.
I can’t imagine ever doing something so intimate with anyone besides Justice, but I won’t lie, hearing him talk like this turns me on way more than it should.
“Such a dirty girl,” he croons. “Enjoy the fantasy, Ryanne, because that’s all it will ever be. The only cock that will ever feed this hungry mouth of yours is mine!” The last of his words leave his throat on a growl.
Pulling the bottle from my mouth, he replaces it with his own, claiming what will only ever belong to him.
His rough hands slip beneath my dress, ripping my panties from my hips and lifting me enough to work his belt.
The moment his cock springs free, I grasp it in my hand, eagerly guiding it to my entrance.
The same time I press down he thrusts up.
I cry out at the beautiful invasion, my fingers biting into his shoulders.
“Ride me,” he demands. “Fuck my cock. Show me how bad you want it.”
Moaning, I lean back and brace my hands on his knees, using my feet to push myself up and down.
“Good girl, make those tits bounce for me.”
The praise encourages me further, my hips moving faster. Raising his hand, he slaps one pink nipple. A cry of pleasure purges from my throat, the sensation shooting straight to my clit.
“You want more?”
My response is a pleading whimper.
He slaps my other breast, the resounding smack exploding through the air between us, creating a beautiful pain I’ve never known. It makes my pussy throb for release.
“Justice, please,” I plead, begging to be put out of this sweet misery.
His fingers move to my hips, digging into the soft flesh as he starts fucking me harder and faster. All the air leaves my lungs, my nails clawing at his chest as I fight for leverage, my body so close to destruction.
“Give it to me, Ryanne. Come all over my cock.”
Pleasure floods my body, my cries ripping through the humid night, bouncing off the trees and echoing around us. He hooks a hand behind my neck and pulls my lips to his, swallowing my moans, then quickly follows, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot cum.
I fall forward, my body depleted, lungs begging for air. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as his lips press against my damp shoulder. The act of tenderness brings a warm smile to my face.
Moments pass before he shifts beneath me, withdrawing himself and pulling up his pants. Gathering me in his arms, he stands and heads inside. I’m thankful for it, knowing there’s no way I’d be able to walk right now.
He walks into the master bedroom, depositing me on the cold mattress, then finishes removing my dress from my body.
“I should shower,” I mumble. It’s the last thing I feel like doing right now but I’m a hot sticky mess, thanks to him.
“Later.” He removes his own clothes then crawls in next to me, pressing a deep kiss on my mouth.
His lips travel lower, down between my breasts then belly, stopping at my cesarean scar.
He presses a gentle kiss to the puckered skin then rests his head on my stomach, his fingers grazing over the jagged line.
My heart warms in my chest and I place a hand in his hair, holding him close. “We’ve been taking a lot of risks lately,” I say on a whisper, breaching a subject we should have had long before now. “We need to start using protection.”
I know my cycle fairly well, and so far I think we’re okay but that will change soon.
“That’s not necessary. We’ll just let nature take its course.”
I tense, the comment taking me by surprise. “What does that mean?”
He lifts his head, looking up at me. “It means , let’s see what happens. If it’s meant to be it will happen.”
I frown, my mind scrambling to understand the direction of this conversation. “Are you saying you want to have a baby?”
He shrugs. “It’s about time, don’t you think? Hannah is going to be six soon.”
I blink down at him, realizing he’s completely serious. “Justice, we are in no position to have another baby together.”
“Why not?”
My eyes widen at the ridiculous question. “Well, for starters, our lives are a mess right now and we barely have what I would call a stable relationship.”
“You just came all over my cock. I’d say we have a pretty good relationship.”
“I’m being serious here.”
“So am I.”
I shake my head, frustrated.
“We’ve been fucking for the last week without any protection,” he reminds me. “Why are you making it a big deal now?”
“It’s something we should have talked about from the beginning. We are in no place to have a baby. Not when we have no idea what our future holds.”
“I know exactly what my future holds. You and Hannah.” His claim penetrates my frustration; hope igniting deep within my heart. “Hannah wants it, too,” he adds.
The information has me going still again. “How do you know that?”
“She told me at the zoo. She wants a bigger family and so do I. And this time, I want to be there for all of it.”
Guilt infiltrates my chest as I’m reminded of something we still have yet to overcome. “I want that one day, too,” I whisper, “but our commitment isn’t there yet.”
“Fine. Then let’s get married.”
I rear back for the second time, my mouth dropping open. “Excuse me?”
“Let’s get married.”
He doesn’t even balk as he says the words.
“Are you drunk?” I finally ask.
He stares at me blankly, his expression void of any emotion.
“You are unbelievable.” I push from the bed and reach for my robe, feeling the need to cover myself.
“What’s the problem, Ryanne? You want more of a commitment and I’m willing to give it to you.”
“How romantic,” I mock sarcastically. “It’s exactly how I always imagined my future husband proposing to me.”
“I’m not a romantic guy. I never have been.”
“You got that right!” I snap.
“I’m practical. You want me; I want you. We want this family. Getting married seems like the perfect plan to me.”
“Yeah? Well you can take your plan and shove it up your ass because I am not marrying you!”
“Why the hell not?” he asks, offended.
“Because you’re an asshole!”
He grunts but I don’t stick around to hear what he says next. Feeling close to tears, I turn on my heel and storm out of the room, refusing to let him see how much his insensitivity has hurt me.
I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me before turning on the shower. Once the water gets hot enough, I step under the spray and it’s not long before my tears break free, spilling down my face and mixing with the water.
Marrying Justice Creed has been a dream of mine for a very long time, but in my dream he loves me. He wants to be with me because he couldn’t imagine life without me. Not because we have a daughter together. Not because he thinks it’s the right thing to do.
I grew up my whole life without anyone ever loving me and I’ll be damned if I marry a man who doesn’t either.