Chapter 16
An hour later, Stormie and I were on the couch. The leftover pasta was in containers on the coffee table, smelling good. I’d grabbed us forks, and we were actually trying to watch the movie she’d picked–some corny action bullshit with explosions and car chases.
She was curled up next to me, her legs tucked under her, “This is good,” she said, nodding at the screen.
“It’s predictable. I’m picking the next one.”
She took another bite, her eyes rolling towards the ceiling. While I ate, I watched her, fuck the movie. The way she chewed, the way her throat moved when she swallowed, the way she was completely focused on the explosion happening on screen.
“You’re staring… again,” she said without looking at me.
“Yeah.”
“Watch the movie.”
“I’m good.”
She glanced at me, her eyes soft. “Kade.”
I smirked, licking my lips. “What?”
“Watch the movie.”
I turned my attention back to the screen, but I wasn’t really watching.
I was thinking about sliding between her thighs again.
We made it through another twenty minutes before she shifted.
At first, I thought she was just getting comfortable.
Then she set her container down on the table and turned to face me.
“What you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She swung her leg over my lap, straddling me, and I felt my dick getting hard instantly.
“Ain’t we supposed to be watching the movie?”
“Forget the movie.” Her hands were on my chest, her eyes low. I could see the want in them, the need.
“Dick got you hooked, huh?” I chuckled, and Stormie laughed.
“Shut up. You made me this way.”
I gripped her hips, pulling her down against me, kissing her lips. Her hands slid up to the back of my head, and I groaned against her mouth. “Take these off,” I told her, tugging at her boy shorts.
She climbed off just long enough to strip them off, along with her panties. Then she was back on my lap, grinding against me, and I could feel how wet she already was.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“I need you,” she whispered. I pushed my joggers down just enough to free my dick, and she didn’t wait. She positioned herself over me and sank slowly, taking me inch by inch. We both groaned. “God, you feel good,” she breathed.
“You too, baby.”
She started moving, rolling her hips, riding me slowly and deliberately. I watched her-the way her head fell back, the way her mouth opened, the way her hands gripped my shoulders for balance. She was fucking beautiful.
“That’s it,” I whispered, caressing her back. “Take what you need.”
She moved faster, her breathing getting heavier, and I felt her tighten around me. “Mmm…”
“I gotchu.” I gripped her hips, helping her move, guiding her rhythm. She was about to wet my dick up. I could feel it in the way she was clenching around me, the way her nails were digging into my shoulders. “You ready for babies?”
She froze for half a second, her eyes snapping to mine. “What?”
“You heard me. You ready for my babies?”
Her breath caught, and I could see the shock in her eyes, but underneath it was something else. “Kade, what…?”
“We’ve been fucking raw the whole time, Stormie,” I said. ‘You think I haven’t thought about it? About you carrying my baby?”
“Oh my God…” she moaned, throwing her head back, rolling her hips faster.
“Answer me.”
“Yessss…” she managed to say.
“Yes, what?” I groaned, the image of her pregnant with my kid hitting me hard.
“Yes, I’m–I’m ready.” Stormie moaned, her head falling forward now, forehead resting against mine. “Kade…”
“You like that? The idea of me getting you pregnant?” I thrust up into her, hard, and she cried out. Her rhythm faltered, and I took over, gripping her hips and moving her the way I wanted. “You’re gonna look so fucking good pregnant,” I said. “Carrying my baby. Having my last name.”
“Oh God…”
“Mhm. Wet this dick up, baby.”
She shattered. Her whole body tensed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she came hard, gasping my name.
I felt her clench around me, pulling me deeper, and it was too much.
I came hard, thrusting up into her one last time.
We stayed like that for a minute, both of us breathing hard, her body draped over mine.
“Babies, huh?” she finally said, her voice muffled against my shoulder.
“Yep. All mine.”
She pulled back to look at me, her eyes soft. “Did you mean it? The whole… last name part?”
“All of it.” I looked at her–really looked at her. At the woman I’d wanted for six years, the woman who was finally mine. “I’m ready for it all. Been ready.”
Stormie was quiet for a second, processing. Then she smiled. “Okay.”
“Aight?”
“Yeah.”
I kissed her, slow and deep, and felt something settle in my chest. The future was already set. I stood up, carrying her with me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
She giggled. “Where are we going?”
“Shower. I’m going for twins.”
She grinned against my neck. “Lord, help me.”
I carried her down the hall, the movie still playing in the background, forgotten. We had all night. And I was going to make sure she knew I was dead serious.