Chapter 25
It turns out I like taking care of her in every possible way.
Nolan
I groan as I awake to the feel of Terri wiggling her ass against my cock. My hard and aching cock.
She moans and wiggles her ass again. Crap. It’s going to be a long night.
I knew it was a mistake to crawl into bed with her. But when she lifted the covers up and asked me to stay, I couldn’t say no. Not when she was offering me everything I want.
I wrapped my arm around her and she fell asleep. Never in a million years did I expect to wake to the feel of her perfect, round ass wiggling against me.
My cock presses against my briefs – eager to escape and sink into Terri. Not happening. This isn’t about sex. This is about Terri learning to trust me. To trust I want more than the baby she’s carrying. I want her as well. I want this little family.
I’m not going to be able to sleep. Not until I take care of my problem. I roll toward the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Terri asks.
I freeze. I can hardly tell her I’m off to give myself a hand job in the shower.
“Can’t sleep.”
She rolls over to face me. Her face is illuminated in the moonlight. She resembles the sprite I call her. A supernatural entity I can’t believe is in my bed. How did I get this lucky?
“I can help you fall asleep.”
My brow wrinkles. Is she suggesting what I think she is?
“How?” I ask because I need to be sure. I need to know if she wants me as much as I want her.
She waggles her eyebrows. “Do I need to explain?”
My cock twitches. It’s ready for me to cover her and sink deep into her warmth. I inhale a deep breath before the lack of blood flow in my brain causes me to make a decision I’ll regret.
“Sprite, sweetheart, we don’t have to.”
“What if I want to?”
I palm her cheek. “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
Especially when she’s gone to extreme lengths to make sure I and the rest of the island understand we’re not a couple.
I grit my teeth. I want to argue with her.
Tell her we are a couple. But she’s stubborn and scared.
I can’t push her. She’ll run in the opposite direction faster than Tanner runs from accepting responsibility for his fuck ups.
“I won’t.”
“Sweetheart, I can’t.”
She growls. “What? You’re denying me sex?”
“Can I explain before you wake the entire resort?”
She shoots daggers out of her eyes at me. I don’t dare speak. “Fine.”
Fine never means fine when spoken by a woman when her nostrils are flaring. I need to be cautious here.
“I would love to have sex with you.”
She snorts in disbelief. I place her hand on my hard length. Her eyes flare, and she licks her lips. My cock hardens even more and she smirks.
“You want me.”
I can’t deny it. “Of course, I want you. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I caught a glimpse of your chestnut hair blowing in the breeze.”
She gasps. “You have?”
“But I want more than sex. I want a relationship with you.”
She purses her lips. “Because I’m having your baby.”
I growl. “No. I want you, Terri. With or without the baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
Tears well in her eyes and I rush to continue.
“But I want the little mermaid, too. I want us to be a family. Not because I knocked you up the first time we had sex, but because I want you. Because you’re sweet and loyal and hard-working and the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not that stubborn.”
She is, but arguing with a woman about how stubborn she is, is the definition of frustrating.
“Until you admit this is real and you agree to at least try to make a go of things between us, sex is off the table.”
She chews on her bottom lip as she considers everything I said. “I don’t know, Nolan. Don’t get me wrong. I like you.” Her hand moves to her stomach. “I wouldn’t be carrying this little mermaid if I didn’t. But a relationship? It’s a lot to ask.”
“Why? What are you afraid of?”
I expect her to argue with me. To tell me she isn’t afraid of anything. I wouldn’t put it past my little stubborn sprite. But she doesn’t.
“Attachment is scary for me.”
I don’t ask why. I don’t have to. After everything that happened with her mom, I understand.
“Okay,” I say despite wanting to argue with her. To convince her I’m worth taking a chance on. “We’ll take things slow. Friends for now.”
She rubs her legs together. “Can friends have sex?”
My cock presses against my briefs. It has no doubts. Friends can definitely have sex.
I disagree. I don’t want her to ever think I coerced her into a relationship with sex.
“Is someone feeling horny?”
She squirms. “I blame the baby.”
“Since I’m partially to blame for that situation, I’ll take care of you.”
She grins. “Yeah.”
“But my cock stays in my underwear.”
“But…” She pouts.
I place a finger over her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you come at least twice.”
Her eyes light up. “Twice?”
I smirk. “Maybe three times.”
She lifts a brow. “All while your dick is hidden behind your briefs?”
“Oh sweetheart, haven’t you ever heard about how good quarterbacks are with their hands?”
Her breath catches. “I need proof.”
“And proof you will have. But first…”
I meld my mouth to hers. Her lips are as soft as I remember. I glide my tongue along her bottom lip. “Open up for me, sprite.”
She doesn’t hesitate to follow my order. I wonder what other orders she’ll follow. How far I can push her.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth and moan as her flavor hits me.
I thought I was exaggerating about how her taste holds a sparkle to it.
I wasn’t. Strawberries and sparkle. It’s a flavor I could easily become addicted to.
A flavor I want to taste every single day of my life. Multiple times per day.
I thread my hand through her hair and tilt her head to the side to allow me to dive deeper into her sumptuous mouth. I wonder how the rest of her tastes. I didn’t get the chance to taste her during our rendezvous in the closet. Now’s my chance.
I release her mouth to trace kisses along her jaw to her ear. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” she sighs.
My hands move down until I reach the hem of my t-shirt she’s sleeping in. “Arms up.”
I moan at how quickly she follows my orders. I prefer to be in charge in bed. Considering how stubborn my little sprite is, I worried she’d fight me. Her surrender to me is the biggest turn on there is.
I whip the t-shirt off her, leaving her in a pair of lace panties. I’ve never been so happy to forget to close the curtains in my life. I can see every one of her curves in the moonlight.
I push her onto her back and push the covers out of the way. I study her body as I consider where to begin.
I start by gliding my hand along her side until I reach her breast. She arches her back with a moan. I love how responsive she is to me. It’s addicting. Everything about this woman is addicting. I wasn’t lying when I said I want her. Not just the baby she’s growing for me. Her.
While my hand kneads her breast, I dip my head and lavish her other breast with attention from my mouth. I lick and kiss and bite the flesh until she’s squirming beneath me. Then, I latch onto a nipple. She practically flies off the bed with a moan.
She wraps her legs around my hips and begins grinding her core against my hard length.
I growl at how good it feels. My cock is covered and I can’t remember anything feeling this good before.
I was right when I named this woman a sprite.
Only a supernatural creature would be able to entrance me the way she has.
I tear my mouth away from her nipple. “Legs on the bed. Spread them wide for me.”
I expect this order to be the one she fights me on. But I’m wrong. She immediately unwinds her legs from around my hips and drops them onto the bed.
“You better make it worth my while.”
Ah, there’s my stubborn sprite.
My hand releases her breast to smooth down her body. I stop at her stomach and spread my hand over the place where she’s growing our baby. Our baby. I still can’t believe we’re having a child.
I continue my movement until I reach the hem of her panties. I trace my finger along the silk gusset. I can feel the damp growing there.
“These have to go,” I grumble.
Terri starts to sit up but I stop her. “My job.”
I tear the panties down her legs and throw them over my shoulder. I open my mouth to order her to spread her legs but I don’t need to. They’re already spread.
Damn. She’s my match in bed. I knew I liked Terri the person. I knew I enjoyed our tryst in the closet. More than enjoyed. But I did wonder if we’d match in the bedroom. I’m ecstatic to realize we do.
This proves I’m right. Terri is the one for me.