Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
HOLLIS
Candy is always so damn tempting. It's difficult to resist her and not to be selfish when it comes to her. That has already happened so much in her life. That's all Maxwell had done. I saw how deep it had gone as I started to untangle him from her life.
That fucker even found a way to yank her scholarships her last year. Ones that she worked her ass off to get. He wanted her to be vulnerable so that he could swoop in and get her more beholden to him by helping her cover the cost.
The more I dig and see, the more I wonder if I'm any better than Maxwell. I'm sure on some level, she feels beholden to me now as well. The babies give her no choice but to be cuffed to me and tied for life. That thought gets me off, and I hate myself for it, but I can't stop myself.
Candy's hands go to my belt. "We can't." I stop her by grabbing her wrist. I see hurt flash across her beautiful face.
Hell, that's the last thing I want. "The door is open," I point out. People are coming and going right now with deliveries and prep for the upcoming party. But I’m sorely tempted to take what she’s offering me.
“Then I’ll close it.” She wiggles out of my lap. I reluctantly let her go, watching the skirt of her dress sway with each step. It would be so easy to push it up and do as I please, and I know she'd let me. I never get any pushback from her on anything. That's the problem.
“I have more work I need to get done.” Candy pauses halfway to the door.
“Okay.” There is a crack in her voice. It slams into me hard enough that I’m out of my chair immediately, making it to the door before Candy does.
I easily reach it, closing it. My hands brace against it above her head.
I lean down and get a whiff of her sweet sugary smell.
I know it’s her shampoo. It’s like a fucking drug to me. One that I want to indulge in forever.
Each time I’m in the shower, I smell it. Fuck, I used it to jack off with just this morning. I wasn’t big on self-pleasure before, but then I didn’t have a sweet, tempting candy cane of a girl in my bed every night pressed against me. Her curves fit me perfectly. She was made to be mine.
"Turn around," I order her. What the hell is wrong with me? I think it was the sight of her about to flee. I couldn't have that. Slowly she turns toward me but keeps her face straight so that she's staring into my chest. "Don't run from me."
"You have work to do." I drop one hand from the door to bring it to her face, cupping her cheek. I let my thumb stroke her soft skin, but I use it to tilt her face up to meet my gaze.
"I'm sorry that I've upset you." Candy's lips press together to form a straight line. "I am."
"You're sorry that you upset me but not for what you did to do it," she points out.
"And what did I do?"
"Don't play games with me," she snips. "You're pushing me away, and I don't understand it.
" Candy puts it right out there and makes it clear she's not happy with me.
Thank fuck. I want to know all these things even if I don't like them.
How else am I to take care of her properly?
To make sure she is truly getting what she needs?
"I promise you. The last thing I'd ever want to do is push you away, Candy. If I could, I'd cuff your adorable ass to me." Her expression softens.
"Then why are you turning cold on me?" She places her hands on my chest.
"Cold?" Cold is the last thing I am when it comes to her.
"Yes, when it has to do with me touching you." She starts playing with the button on my shirt again. It's a habit of hers. One I rather enjoy. I think this is one of those small things in life people tell you about.
"I don't want you doing anything that you don't want."
"I'm not!" she snaps, hard this time, and I hear her foot stomp too. Even mad, she's still sweetly adorable.
"You don't have much of a choice but to stay here." If I were a better man, I wouldn't have pushed her into my bed and would have let her have room to grow and settle in at her own pace.
"I bet Kindred would say otherwise." That chin of hers now goes up in a challenge.
"Is that so?"
"You doubt that?"
"No." Kindred would do that. "Do you want to stay with her?" I pray she says no because again, I would burn down Kindred's place before I let Candy leave and not be under my roof each night.
"What if I did?" Candy seems to be getting good at reading me.
I'm usually an expert at hiding my emotions.
You learn to mask them when you spend most of your life in negotiations.
“Answer me.” She pokes my chest. "And the truth.
" My precious girl is getting upset. I should de-escalate the situation, but I like that she’s getting riled up over me.
“Candy.”
“You don’t want me to stay, do you?” Tears start to fill her beautiful eyes. “All of this is becoming too much, and you won’t have sex with me because you’re a good man. You won’t take it there because you’re not sure you’re still all-in on this.”
“What?” I bark a laugh but lock it down when she pushes at my chest. “You think I’m letting you leave?”
“You’re laughing at me.”
“Not trying to hurt you, but you’ve lost your mind if you don’t think I’m all-in.” I step farther into her, making her back press firmly to the door. “You should worry about how far I’ll go to keep you.”
She studies my face. I’m not sure what she sees, but her little pink tongue swipes across her bottom lip, wetting it.
“I’m no better than Maxwell. I’d do far worse to keep you.”
“Really?” Curiosity takes over her expression. “Like what?”
“Candy,” I try to warn again.
“I want to know, and you’re going to tell me.” I raise my brows, but she doesn't back down, holding my stare. Those tears are now gone and replaced with determination.
"Maxwell is a dumbass. You never would have gotten away from me. I would have been on you the second you left our home."
"I left my phone behind."
"Fuck the phone. Too easy to get rid of."
"Then what, how would you make sure I didn’t escape you?" I swear her words sound breathy now. As though the thought of me being obsessed with her is turning her on. I’m here for each and every moment of it.
"Now that, I can't tell you." You can put trackers on anything these days. In fact, I had no clue how much my investment into a company that made them is now paying off. They come in all shapes and sizes to choose from. You can place them anywhere.
"You have a tracker on me?"
"Yes." Her eyes widen a fraction. "What else would you do if I tried to leave?" Again, she licks her lips. This is definitely doing it for her. Her cheeks start to warm.
"You want to know? I'd lock you up in our room. Tie you to the bed if I had to."
"That's terrible and crazy." Even as she says it, her fingers dig into the front of my shirt, grabbing hold of me. It hits me that both of us have the wrong ideas in our heads. “What else? Would you ah, make me do things?” Her delicate fingers start to travel down to my belt again.
This time I don’t have the willpower to stop her. I brace both hands on the door, letting her do as she pleases. It feels as though I’ve waited an eternity to be in this situation with her.
“I just want to see.” She peers up at me through her lashes as her hand slips into my pants to pull my cock out.
I groan when her soft hand wraps around me. “You’re big.” The little minx licks her lips again. “Maybe I should get a better look.”
“No.” I stop her when she tries to go to her knees. Determination flashes in her eyes, but I grab her, lifting her off her feet, giving her no choice but to release my cock. I flick the lock on the door.
“Hey,” she protests as I carry her over to the couch.
“You’re pregnant and shouldn’t be on your knees,” I tell her, sitting down with her in my lap, straddling me. My cock is still out and now pressed between us.
“You’re ridiculous, and I want to.” She wraps her hand around my cock again.
“I want this, and it has nothing to do with being beholden to you. Max wanted me too, apparently, and I never so much as kissed him. Please let me make you feel as good as you make me.” I swear she’s almost pouting over wanting to wrap those pillowy lips around my cock. A growl rumbles from my chest.
“I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
“Me neither, but I’m pleading my case.” I let out a breath.
“You’re pleading your case to suck my cock?”
“Hollis.” She gasps, scandalized. “I suppose I am. Are you going to make me beg?”
“Never,” I say without hesitation. If it's in my power to give, I will make that happen.
"So I win." A sexy-ass wicked smirk plays on her lips. We both know she’s got me.
“You’ll always win.” I cup the back of her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss. Candy strokes my cock. Her movements are jerky at first as she finds her rhythm. I don’t care what she does; as long as she’s touching my cock, I know I’ll enjoy it.
I let her break the kiss, and she wiggles her ass backward.
“Hold on.” I stop her before she can slip off my lap. “I want to see you.” I pull her sweater off over her head, tossing it away. Her bra is the next to go. “Stand up for me, precious girl,” I encourage.
She stands between my spread thighs so I can pull the small zipper on the side of her skirt. It drops, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her red fuzzy socks and silky white panties. Ones I bought for her.
I didn't know you could get off on buying clothes for a woman and seeing her wear them.
It helps soothe my possessiveness that always simmers inside of me for her.
Then again, I didn't know a lot of things could be a turn-on, but even watching her brush her teeth will do it for me.
The woman merely needs to breathe, and I want her.
My hands grip her ass, and I pull her closer, her panty-covered pussy right in my face. I can’t help but bury my face there to simply breathe her in. I wish I could bottle the scent, but I wouldn’t risk anyone else knowing it.
“Honey,” she whispers. I know I’m supposed to be letting her explore, but I slip my fingers into her panties and pull them to the side. “Hey, now.”
“Just a taste,” I tell her. “I want your taste on my tongue while you suck my cock.” Candy gets turned on by dirty talk.
She might blush and avert her eyes when I do it, but I know she wants it, and fuck do I love saying dirty shit to her to watch her squirm.
To know my words alone can get her worked up for me.
I thrust my tongue through the folds of her cunt to give me full access to her clit. I tease it, stroking my tongue back and forth. Her fingers tighten in my hair. When she starts to rock her hips, I pull back, wanting to keep her on the edge.
"You tease." Her words come out breathy.
"I'll lay you out on this couch and eat your pussy all day if you want." Her eyes narrow.
"You're trying to distract me from—" Candy glances at my cock that is painfully hard and begging for her attention. "Doing stuff," she adorably gets out. If I wasn’t turned on so badly, I’d smile at her.
“You want to suck my cock?” I ask her. Her tongue slides across her plump bottom lip, and she nods. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“I think so.” It shouldn’t turn me on how timid and shy she is, but it does. I grab a throw blanket off the back of the couch and put it on the wood floor. With me sitting on the couch now, she won’t be on her knees. She’ll be able to sit her ass on the back of her thighs.
I lean back on the couch, letting my thighs widen. There is no way I could tell her no now. I’m past the point of return. I’m a hair’s breadth away from coming already, and she hasn’t even gotten her mouth close to my dick.
Candy places her hands on my hips as she slowly sits between my legs.
“Take your hair out of the braid,” I order her.
There is no pushback. Candy simply does as I ask, her hair falling all around her and partly covering her tits, only giving me teasing peeks of her little nipples.
Her small bump is also a little more pronounced in this position, which only makes me want her more. "Go on." I nod.
She wraps her hand around my cock again, leaning forward. Slowly she starts to stroke me, a bead of cum forming on the head. This is torture. I'm going to come before she even begins.
I never should have had her remove her clothing. My mind races with all the dirty things I’m going to do to her. With thoughts of being inside her and filling her with my cum until it’s leaking out of her. I need to focus. To reel in my wayward thoughts.
That’s all blown to hell when her hot little mouth wraps around me and she takes me as deep as she can. I swear I fucking black out and see stars all at the same time. I’m powerless at this moment. Lost to the pleasure that only she can give me.
“Fuck,” I grit out. Candy didn’t hold back once her mouth was on me.
There isn’t any tentativeness or shyness now.
She works her mouth up and down my cock, greedy for it.
I need to touch her. I reach down and cup one of her breasts in my hand.
My thumbs stroke her hard nipple. When I give it a small tug, she moans around my cock.
It vibrates all the way down to my balls, and I’m done for.
“Candy,” I warn as my balls draw up tight.
Those bright blue eyes lock with mine, and I know she’s going to try and swallow my release. Not today. I sink my fingers into her hair and use my other hand to wrap around the base of my cock.
I gently tug her back, watching my cock slip free from her mouth. Her lips barely leave my cock and I’m coming. A drop hits her bottom lip before the rest hits her neck and chest, coating her in my release.
Candy’s eyes stay locked on me. She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, tasting my release.
“That was hot.” A giant smile overtakes her angelic face. That’s what she is. A fucking angel, one I just coated with my cum that is now dripping down to her baby bump.
I might go to hell for it, but it will be worth it. Even a second of having her is worth everything to me.