Chapter 30
DANIELLE
I’m horrified.
Blake seems calm enough, but his knuckles are gripping the steering wheel so tightly I know he’s furious.
My heart is still doing cartwheels in my chest, the disgust in my stomach churning like a rocky ocean of bullshit. If it’s not Issac, it’s my mother.
I never knew she could be so cruel; to the man I love, the man I’ve always loved. I know she’s upset, but it was like she’d been waiting to launch that attack, not giving a shit that I’m pregnant. I’ve never seen her like that.
Blake glances at me, reaching out to rest his hand on my thigh as my mind whirs at a thousand miles a minute.
“She’s right, though.”
Blake’s words make me whip around in disbelief, my mouth parting as I glare at him. “Blake! How can you say that?”
Blake sighs, leaning down to clutch my hand in his, pressing it to his lips. My heart softens, and tears prick my eyes again.
“I massively fucked up, and you’re you. If anyone hurt you, Danielle, I’d be the same. Maybe worse.” He grimaces, and I shake my head, refusing to agree with him.
“You were young, and you know, we found our way back to each other…”
Blake interrupts me with a sigh. “Dani. I was a prick.” He was. But he didn’t deserve that greeting from my mother.
“I still love you.”
Blake turns into the driveway to his house and cuts the engine, turning to me.
He still knocks the breath from my body.
My fingers reach up to stroke his exquisite jawline, my fingers dropping to the softness of his neck beneath his collar.
He closes his eyes as he leans forward, resting his head against mine.
I can taste his breath, his scent, everything.
“I’ve always loved you, Dani. Never stopped. A scary mother-in-law won’t send me away from you; nothing can.”
His lips caress my cheek, and his hand drops to my stomach as he groans.
“I want this baby to be ours so bad, Danielle.”
My heart sinks.
We’re in this situation because of me.
“I’m sorry I never…”
Blake shakes his head, his gaze melting into mine.
I could stare at him all day.
“We’ve both made mistakes, sweetheart. But I’m not making any more.”
We sit in the car for a long time, our foreheads pressed against the other as I cry silent tears, and he wipes them away wordlessly.
“It was never a fake marriage for me, you know?” Blake whispers suddenly, and I look up at him curiously.
His river-blue eyes twinkle as he strokes my cheek.
“I meant my vows. I meant the kiss.”
“You meant it all?” I ask, unable to believe it after how cold he was after the ceremony.
Blake nods, tilting his head to the side as he continues. “I saw the way you looked at Issac after…” His lips purse together as he grips my chin. “I swore I would make you mine somehow, but I didn’t think I could. I didn’t think you’d ever be mine again, but you felt like you were, you know?”
I understand.
I know.
I loved him from the first time I laid eyes on him, and even though, at times, I’ve hated him, I love him.
“But you are mine. That baby is mine, and that’s the fucking end of it. Your mother can fuck herself, even if she’s right.” Blake smirks.
“Can we go in? I’m tired,” I request in a small voice.
It’s too much for me.
My mother has taken it out of me—literally. Her spiteful words about the baby not being Blake’s have severed any ties I have with her, for sure.
We head into the house, and I stare hungrily at Blake’s broad back, the muscles rippling through his shirt as he tugs it off, turning to me with a dark stare.
“I need a swim. Too much negative energy around me right now.”
He hasn’t asked me to join him, but I get why. He needs to rid himself of my mother’s words.
“Can I watch?” I ask, tilting my head as he pushes his pants down.
“Sure.”
I curl up on the lounger as he dives into the pool, his strong arms slicing through the water as he swims, the movements so fast and fluid I forget I’m watching a real person.
He seems almost ethereal, the water shimmering around him as he moves, his head turning from side to side to take a breath before he flips, coming back in my direction.
He does this repeatedly as I watch, entranced.
Finally, he comes to a stop at the edge of the pool, panting as he crosses his arms on the side, gazing at me.
“You sure are beautiful,” Blake murmurs, his gaze travelling over me. “Come here, baby.”
I stride over to him, standing before him as he grips my ankles, staring up at me.
“Lower.”
I drop to my knees, but Blake gently moves my feet, so they’re around his shoulders, his smirk telling me he has nothing but dirty intentions.
“I need to eat, Danielle.”
His fingers slide my underwear down, and I suck in a breath as he buries his head between my thighs, his fingers and tongue working my tense core.
“God,” I whisper, leaning back to stare at the darkening sky; the hues of navy match the eyes that are staring up at me.
He lifts my ass into his hands, steadying me as he devours me. The floor is hard beneath my back, and I squirm as Blake stops, looking up at me.
I open my mouth to tell him it’s okay, but he lifts me into the water before him, clothes and all.
“Is that better?” His lips caress my neck, his hardness pressing against me as I lift my legs around his waist.
“My clothes are probably ruined,” I whisper into his ear, dragging my tongue down his earlobe, chewing on it as he groans.
“Then I’ll buy you more,” he growls, turning my face to his as he stares at me, his expression pained. “Forgive me for everything. I want to do it all right.”
“Blake—” In one swift movement, he’s inside of me, filling me as I clutch his shoulders, crying out.
“I love you, Danielle.”
Our mouths meet as we slow-fuck in the water, his hands lifting me as the water surrounds us.
“You look like a god,” I murmur, my tongue entering his mouth as he moans, sucking on it.
“That’s why I’m with a goddess then.”
My hands grip his shoulders, my legs lock around his waist as he loses himself, his mouth on mine as we reach our orgasms. Together.
“Marry me, Danielle.”
I chuckle against him, but he’s not playing, his eyes wide as he kisses me hard on the mouth.
“I’m serious. Fuck the company. Divorce me and marry me properly.”
My eyes widen as I frown, unsure why on earth he would throw away everything he’s ever wanted.
Sure, he has enough money, but to divorce me would make him lose the company.
“No, Blake, we love the company.”
Blake gazes at me, his hands wrapped around me possessively as he shakes his head. “I love you more.”
“It’s not necessary!” I protest, pulling him closer to me. “Please, don’t lose anything; we don’t need to.”
Blake has a determined look in his eyes, but I run my tongue over his lips, attempting to distract him. “Fuck, girl.”
Blake James is crazy.
Crazy for me.