Chapter Twelve #2
“Yes.” I can hear the neediness in my voice, but I don’t care. I want him. I always want him.
“These gotta go,” he mumbles before ripping my panties off, throwing them somewhere behind me.
His fingers lazily travel up my thighs till he reaches my hip bones.
He brings one hand up in front of my face, tracing my lips with one finger, and I sassily nip the end of it.
Continuing down my neck, between my breasts, and circling my navel.
Then moving lower as he says, “I think I’ll just make sure you’re ready myself.
” His finger grazes my clit and I gasp. He slowly runs his fingers through my lips and growls, “Scoot up here. Now, baby.” I scoot closer to him, as close as I can get and his hands immediately go to my hips, grasping them in a bruising grip.
Quickly and methodically, he notches his cock at my entrance and pulls me down as his hips surge up. I gasp at the sudden intrusion before moaning at how perfectly we fit together. I know he feels it, too, as another longer growl rumbles up from his chest.
“Yesss,” I hiss. Gripping my hips, he rocks as I roll. “I’m so close, babe.” I whimper into the side of his neck as my clit bumps against his pelvis.
“Fuck! You feel so good, baby,” he pants, flipping me onto my back and fucking me harder.
I start to feel dizzy as my orgasm surges upon me.
My toes curl when he reaches down to swipe his thumb across my clit.
Pleasure courses through my veins, and I start to see stars.
I fist the cushions when my body starts to shudder.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he coaxes, and as if on cue, my body bends to his will.
“Oh God!” I moan, arching up against his chest as pleasure washes over me. Sparrow takes that as an invitation to latch onto one of my hardened nipples, giving it a sharp nip before soothing the sting with his tongue and moving to the other nub, giving it the same treatment.
“Babe, please!” I beg though I’m not sure for what.
“I’ve got you, Birdie,” he responds as he slips from my channel.
He shushes me when I start to whine, missing the feel of him between my legs.
Thankfully, my protests are met when he flips me onto my hands and knees and slams back inside.
My back bows, and I cry out from the sudden intrusion.
“Shit, babe, am I hurting you?” He stills, sounding so concerned when he asks that it makes my heart flutter.
“No. Braxton. I’m good. Please, please, please,” I chant, wanting him to move.
He latches onto my hips and starts pounding into me again. Fuck, pregnancy has made me crazy because I am already close to getting off again.
“Not gonna last; come with me, baby.” He reaches around my hip and pinches my clit, causing me to cry out sharply.
“Yes!” I squeal as he throws his head back and roars his release. His sweaty body bows over my back as we both struggle for breath.
“You love me?” I watch his face carefully as he answers.
“More than anything, baby. Let’s get cleaned up, and then we’re going to hash some shit out.” Pecking my lips, he heaves himself up and reaches for my hand.
“I love you, too, babe. So damn much it makes me crazy,” I admit, taking his hand. I let him lead me to our bathroom so we can get cleaned up. Once we’ve showered, we both climb into bed, and the silence is deafening as I wait for Sparrow to start.
“Tell me what’s going on, Birdie. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s bothering you.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to find the right words to describe what I’m feeling. “I’m scared. Everything has happened at lightning speed, and now we’re pregnant with twins. I just . . . ”
Pulling me tight against his chest, he asks, “Are you unhappy, Birdie? Is that it? Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it, but I’m not letting you go, baby. You’re mine.”
“I am happy, honey. You make me so incredibly happy. I . . . I was having doubts.”
“You were having doubts about us?”
“Not exactly . . . I was having doubts about my place.”
“Your place?”
“Yes! Damn it, Sparrow. What are we doing here? You say I’m yours, and you’ll never let me go. But what am I to you? Am I your girlfriend? Where!? Where is my place?”
“Listen close, yeah? I love you, baby. So fucking much. But, you ain’t my girlfriend.
That’s for little boys whose balls haven’t dropped yet.
You . . . well, you’re everything to me, Birdie.
I was going to wait to give you this,” he trails off as he climbs out of bed and pulls a box from the top of our closet.
I scramble to sit up when he hands it to me.
After lifting the lid, I sit there dumbfounded as I trace the red stitching in the black leather. Property Of Sparrow.
“It’s beautiful,” I say as Braxton hands it to me to put on. I’m surprised at how buttery soft the leather is against my naked flesh.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps.
“Thank you. Any idea what we should do until Nash gets home?” I tease.
“I can think of a few things.” Biting my lip, I climb into his lap and spend the next few hours showing him exactly what he means to me.