Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“One chance, Mama,” Elle said with a sigh. “One more word and I’ll leave with him.” Elle took his hand and tugged him back into the seat. Hex picked up the cash and stuck it into the inside pocket of his vest. It would be handy to pay later, and he wouldn’t need to dig out his wallet again.
“You sure, sugar?”
Elle looked up at him and nodded. She tugged at his hand once more.
Hex slid back into the seat beside her, but he didn’t let go of her hand. He looked at Sandy, meeting her gaze.
“Elle is my old lady. She’s with me and no one else, just like I’m with her and no one else.”
The look on Sandy’s face said she didn’t believe it, but at least she kept her mouth shut this time.
“I know school just let out and that you timed the wedding like this on purpose so you would have time for the honeymoon, but are you still planning to go back to work? Will you still be working for the Edmonton District or will you see if there are openings closer to Wilmer?” Sandy seemed to be trying to do as she’d promised by changing the subject to something safer.
“I’m not sure yet. We’re still talking about that. I have some time before I have to decide and I’m going to weigh my options.”
It wasn’t a lie, they hadn’t even talked about her going back to work.
While he didn’t have any issue with her working, he wasn’t sure being a librarian in a high school was the safest thing for her while pregnant.
Not that he would say anything in front of Sandy.
That was a discussion for the two of them, when they were alone.
“What do you say about it?” Mama turned her attention to him.
“That we’ll discuss it. I’m not against her working and I’ll support Elle in anything she wants to do.” Well, almost anything. He wouldn’t be behind anything that might get her hurt, but aside from that? The sky was the limit.
A server, not their waitress, appeared with a tray of food. He served them and Sandy turned conversation to gossip about the people they knew and what was happening with them. Hex listened, but didn’t say anything as they ate.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Hex whispered to Elle later that night as they lay curled together in bed.
“What?” she asked.
“You.” He nuzzled her neck, enjoying the velvety softness of her skin. He slid his hands over her torso, wishing there was nothing between them.
Hex loved having her here. He loved having her in his arms, and even more, he loved the way she responded to him.
He continued to caress along her torso and down the side of her thigh where she lay with her back to him as he’d curled against her while they’d talked for a few minutes.
Elle wiggled her hips, pressing them back against his groin and letting him know she was enjoying his touch as much as he was.
“What do you want, sugar?” he murmured in her ear as he slid one hand under the oversized shirt she’d stolen from his drawer.
Not that he was complaining. She’d gotten into the habit of wearing one of his old shirts to bed and he loved seeing her in his things.
It felt like she was claiming him as much as he’d claimed her.
“You.” She pushed her hips back against him again.
Hex didn’t even bother to keep his cock from stiffening. He wanted her too, anyway she would let him have her.
Hex let his fingers play over the smooth, silky skin of her belly, wondering for a moment what it would feel like once she the baby was bigger and she was swollen with his child.
He played his fingers upward until he reached the bottom of her breasts.
“How tender are you tonight? Do you want me to touch them? He smoothed his thumb along the bottom curve of each breath, gently teasing her until he knew what she was up to tonight.
“Not too bad. Play with them.”
He let his hand move up to cup one breast, then the other.
Hex kept his touch light because he’d learned that if he didn’t cross the line into pain, she’d let him play, but as soon as it hurt she would have him stop and the line where it hurt moved from day to day, hour to hour.
He’d never complain though, because he knew she couldn’t help it.
If he had his way, they’d have a lifetime together, he could be patient.
His hands continued to play over her tits.
Teasing, squeezing, and gently kneading the round globes as his fingers tweaked and rolled her nipples, wishing for a moment he could suck on them but that wasn’t possible with her back to him.
Hex wondered if she’d let him bring a few toys to bed with them.
Elle groaned, his whole body going tense for several seconds, then she relaxed again before wiggling her ass back against his cock.
“Did you just come? From me playing with your tits?”
A delicious, satisfied sound came from her throat.
“Yeah, but I need more.” Her ass moved against him again.
“You need more? What more do you need, sugar?”
“You.” Her voice was thick and breathy with need.
“You’ve got me.” He pinched her nipple, making her body go tense once more.
“Oh god. That feels so good, but I need you inside me. I need you. I feel so empty.”
His erection rested along the seam of her ass and every time she rocked her hips, she slid up and down it, as if she were stroking him.
“How do you want it, sugar. You want sweet and loving, or hard and rough? I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“Hard.” Her breathing sped as they talked. “I want you to take me just like this. I want to feel you pounding into me. I want bruises on my hips from where you held on to fuck me harder.”
“Your wish is my command.” He shifted himself so he lined up with her core. When he felt her opening, and the slick heat leaking from her, he gripped her hips and shoved hard.
Elle cried out.
Hex froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Her breath came in short gasps. “Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Hex took her at her word, he gripped her hips, slid most of the way out and thrust again.
She cried out again, her hand going to his wrist where she held on tight, but didn’t try to stop him.
He didn’t stop to check on her again as he thrust hard and deep, eliciting a cry from her with every thrust.
Every sound she made drove him farther, he felt her tense, her body clenched around him and he continued to push through.
After a moment she relaxed, at least marginally, then a few moments later she did it again.
Elle said she wanted hard, so he would give it to her.
He lost himself in the rhythm, the sounds of her pleasure pushing him to go harder, faster.
He lost track of how many times she’d come, but when the burning started at the base of his spine, letting him know he was close, he didn’t bother to try to hold back. He spilled himself into her, enjoying the knowledge that she was his. He wrapped his arms around Elle and held her close.
“Thank you,” her whispered words registered.
He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to thank him, not for that, ever, but he fell asleep before he could form the words.