Chapter Nine #2
“Everything, Ava, my sweet.” I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs and straight to the front door, entering the security code followed by my key.
“Wow, a lot of protection.”
“I want to keep you safe.” I set her on her feet.
“Welcome to our home.” She spun around the large home that I had refurbished five years ago.
It was an upscale brownstone in Greenwich Village worth ten million.
It was perfect for our future family. I grabbed the edge of her scarf and tugged it off, tossing it on the coat rack.
My coat followed while I never took my eyes off her.
“Speaking of protection…” she trailed off as her eyes lowered to my midsection. I understood exactly what she was talking about but was too afraid to address.
I pressed my hand to her lovely plump lips. “No talk of stopping my babies from going where they belong.”
“Where would that be?” she asked as she slipped off her coat, letting me take it. I hung it up and then caught her off guard as I pulled her flush against my body and pinned her against the entryway table. I grabbed her shoes and took them off. “There?”
“You know that’s not where. It’s blocking the way.
” Getting frustrated and too horny to wait, I yanked down her pants, tugging them off and onto the floor.
“Right here.” I cupped her sex, gripping her warm cunt.
“Here is where I sink right in and leave every damn drop until I’m sure I’ve put my baby here.
” I pressed my other hand on her belly. She clenched her thighs around my hand.
“James.”
“You like that?” I asked, sliding my fingers under the lace and gliding across her slit.
“Yes,” she gasped, bucking into my palm.
“Good girl. Now, do we need protection?”
She shook her head with her voice breathy when she could finally find her words. “No.”
“Good answer.” I freed myself from my slacks and pulled out my cock that was begging to get out of the insanely tight confines of my boxer briefs and stroked it from length to tip as her eyes focused on me.
I nudged the tiny material aside and pushed my way into her tight, silky warmth, filling her, connecting us just like we should be.
I pressed my hands against the wall as I stared down at her fragile perfection.
“You are all mine, sweetness.” My mouth dragged over hers and I claimed her lips.
She gasped and threw her arms around my neck, clinging to me as we kissed.
Fuck, I was lost as I pumped my hips into hers, slamming the table into the wall.
I’d walk by that mark there everyday with a smile, knowing how it got there.
“Jimmy, fuck me so good. Oh God,” she cried. I raised her leg, holding it over my shoulder.
“Fuck, call me that again.”
“Jimmy. You’re my man. I need you so deep.
” I pulled out and then slammed into her hard and deep.
She cried out and clenched around me. Twice more and she screamed, back arching and body flexed as she came around my cock.
I lost control and pulled all the way out.
Flipping her on her belly, I leaned her over the table, raised one leg on the table and the other one the floor and then I thrust into her from behind.
“There you go, baby. Take me like that. Fuck. I love that ass of yours. Damn, I’m not going to last much longer.” I cupped her throat and leaned in. “Say you’re going to live here with me.”
“I don’t know.” I slammed into her again, harder yet again.
“I need you, Ava. Please say you’ll stay.” I bit down on her ear.
“Yes, James.” I let go and flooded her womb with every drop I had. I rested my head on her back and then kissed the back of her neck.
“Forever,” I whispered before I pulled out and tucked myself away. I helped her with her pants.
“Let me give you a tour of the house.”
“How about the kitchen? I’m thirsty.”
“Sorry, of course. I should be concerned about your needs first. Sweetheart, you need to kick me in the ass if I forget to put you first. I’m not used to this kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing?”
“A girlfriend, woman, wife.”
“Wife?”
“Yes. I know you’re not ready for any of that, but I knew the moment I met you that you hooked me, so there was no other end result for me. Now you have a choice, although I told you before where I stood.”
“You did. I’m just shocked that a man like you wants someone like me.”
“Someone like you? Smart, beautiful, kind, and generous? Not to mention my heart skips a beat when I just think about you.”
She smiled widely and threw herself at me, sending me backward. I caught both of us and laughed. “You’re crazy, James Keaton, but I am too because my heart races wildly every time I think about you, and my pulse goes out of control when you look at me.”
“How about when I touch you?”
“Well, you know what happens when you touch me,” she answered, raising her brows. She went off like a damn Roman candle. I loved how easy it was to trigger her arousal.
“Now that we have that settled, let’s get you something to drink. You said you were thirsty, and I haven’t gotten you anything yet.”
“Water will be fine.”
“Okay.” I pulled out two bottles from the fridge and handed one to her. I’d offer to open it, but she was more than capable of handling it herself. Although, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to do it.
She took a long drink like she’d been so parched, and my asshole meter went up even further. I was fucking this all up. “What’s wrong? You’re looking extremely confused.”
“Can I be honest with you?”
“I hope you’re always as honest as politeness will allow,” she stated.
“I wasn’t sure if I should have opened the bottle for you or not?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have minded, but I can manage on my own. I suppose every couple is different. I only had one boyfriend growing up, and we didn’t date long. I had my head in books more than chasing boys. That was my sister’s thing.”
“Any of the special books?”
“As I got older, my books definitely got a bit friendlier, as you can tell now,” she said with her hand pressed on my chest.
I groaned and then dragged her to my body. My palm met her fleshy ass, giving it a good squeeze. “Are you hungry?”
“Not right now.”
“Good, then maybe we can shower together and fuck properly on our bed where I can enjoy taking my time.”
“I’d like that.” I lifted her up in my arms and walked up the grand staircase to the master bedroom. “Wow, this is gorgeous. I do love this house. It’s a mix of modern and classic architecture.”
“I wanted to keep the original framework while giving it some modern amenities.” I pushed open the bathroom door and walked us in.
“You weren’t kidding,” she gasped.