Chapter 22 - Georgie
Kristopher looks ashen with worry as he sits next to me. His hands are resting on his legs, but his fingers are practically digging into his thighs. His jaw muscles are tight and taut as he waits quietly for me to speak. His anxiety is horrible to see. And it’s my fault.
Not wanting to drag out his worry, I get right to the point.
“Obviously, you know that I called Jess and we planned a few things behind your back.” He opens his mouth to speak, but I shake my head. “Let me say everything, then you can say whatever you need to afterwards.” Kristopher presses his lips closed and nods.
“I am sorry for interfering in your business. For meddling. But even as I apologize, you need to understand that I would make the same choice a second time. I don’t regret what I did.
Every day I watched you, the pressure and strain you were under, wearing you down, and I hated to see you that way.
Especially when you have so many people who care and would help at the drop of a hat.
So, I made a choice to go behind your back because…
because I am one of the people who care.
” My throat goes dry and I pick up the glass of water on the coffee table, taking a quick sip.
Kris is watching me like a hawk, his gray eyes dark and intense.
“You don’t have to apologize, Georgie…”
“Wait. I’m not finished,” I interrupt him, setting the glass down again, my stomach churning with anxiety. Apologizing was the easy part. This is the part I’ve been terrified of and rehearsing over and over again in my mind.
“There is something else I need to tell you.” I take a deep breath.
He narrows his eyes.
“I’m pregnant, Kristopher. It’s the reason I was so sick. The doctor found out when he did blood tests. I asked him not to tell you because I wanted to be the one to tell you.”
My heart is racing a million miles an hour. His expression has shifted from stress to shock. I bite my lower lip. My breathing grows faster when he remains quiet.
I stand up, unable to sit, the nervous energy making me want to explode.
“Kris, I don’t expect anything from you.
I am choosing to keep my baby, but that doesn’t mean you owe me anything or have to play any part in this pregnancy.
You don’t have to take responsibility in any way.
” I talk fast, eager to reassure him that this isn’t a tactic to get anything from him.
“Excuse me?” he snaps, his eyes flaring with anger. “You don’t get to decide that.” His voice is low, filled with warning.
“I…I…” I stammer, worried that he’s going to try to force me to give up the baby. “I can do this alone, Kristopher. I assure you, I won’t ask you for anything.” My whole body is burning with anxiety.
“No, Georgie. This isn’t your choice to make. How can you even think that I want that? Why would you even say it?” He stands up, storming over to me and grabbing my arms, his fingers digging into my skin.
“I’m not giving up this baby,” I almost shout, trying to pull free of his grip.
I can already feel the rejection stinging inside me.
He’s going to tell me to leave his mansion.
The fairytale dream is over. It’s all over.
I dared to face my own fears, but it was useless.
Tears sting my eyes, escaping and rolling down my cheeks.
Kristopher’s eyes flare, his grip loosens, and I manage to pull free. But instantly, he grabs me again, more gently this time. He pulls me into a hug against his chest, confusing me.
“Oh my word,” he blurts out, horrified. “That’s not what I meant at all. Georgie, no. I’m so sorry, that’s not what I was angry about. I was just hurt that you’d ever think that starting a family with you would be a burden or a responsibility.”
“What?” I stammer, still confused. He pulls me away from his chest and looks into my eyes.
His face is lit with a smile that shines in his eyes. “This is a blessing. A baby, with you, it’s the most incredible blessing I could ever ask for,” he says, laughing. The sound rumbles through me, easing away the tension.
“You’re happy?” I ask, knotting my brows.
“Happy is an understatement. I am ecstatic.”
His smile is infectious.
My tears shift from fear to celebration. A wild surge of emotion shoots through me, my body humming with energy.
“You’re happy,” I exclaim, moving closer to him and nuzzling my face into his chest. My heart wants to burst from my chest when he wraps his arms even tighter around me.
“Georgie, I’m in love with you,” he whispers against my ear. “I’ve been obsessed with you for years. Keeping my distance, trying to keep you safe from my world, but there wasn’t a day when I didn’t know where you were and what you were doing.”
“Really?” I ask, leaning back to look at him.
He grins sheepishly, looking guilty. “I had a team of men following you,” he confesses.
This should make me angry, but it doesn’t. It fills me with confidence. It reassures me that this connection I have with him is real.
“I…I love you too, Kris,” I say, the words spilling from my lips in happiness.
“You do?” he asks. I can feel his heart beating harder against me.
“I do,” I grin.
He grabs my face in his hands and presses his mouth over mine. The kiss is fierce, years of emotion flooding from both of us. His lips press hard against mine, his hands moving down my body, and fire erupts inside me.
He loves me.
He slips his hand beneath my T-shirt, and his fingers brush over my bare skin. I gasp against his mouth, heat building between my legs as his cock grows hard against me. He cups his hands over my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He growls when I moan and claw at him, desperation flooding me.
He steps backwards, sitting down on the sofa with me straddling his lap, my legs spread over him, and my skirt shifting up over my thighs.
He pushes it higher, grabbing my ass again and rubbing me back and forth against his rock-hard cock. Pleasure spreads through me, the thin lace of my panties providing no protection from the sensations of his cock.
My fingers tug his shirt buttons free, exposing his bare chest to my touch, my hands exploring the curves of his muscles as I rock my hips against him, my movements becoming urgent as feverish desire takes over.
He tugs my T-shirt off and cups my breasts in his hands, tugging gently at my nipples.
Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one hardened peak and flicks his tongue over it.
I groan and arch my back, my hands threading into his hair.
He lifts me slightly and dips his fingers between my legs, pulling my panties to the side and sliding his fingers over my pussy.
I shudder with pleasure, knotting my fingers tighter in his hair.
“Kristopher,” I whisper, breathless.
He slides his fingers inside me, and the pleasure intensifies.
But selfishly, I want more.
I don’t just want his touch, I want to be connected to him.
I push his hand away and raise myself onto my knees, grabbing his belt and pulling it open.
The most divine sound rumbles through him when I pull his pants open and wrap my fingers around his cock.
It’s throbbing in my hand, thick veins pulsing against my skin.
“Please…” I whisper against his ear. “I want to feel you.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Wrapping his arm around my waist and angling his cock against my pussy, he pulls me down, impaling me on his massive cock.
At first, it aches, stretching me open, filling me up until I feel like I will be torn apart. But that sensation is fleeting as he slowly lifts me and then thrusts up into me.
All there is now is the pleasure of him being inside me, our connection strengthened with each movement.
I wrap my hands on either side of his face, over his solid, square jaw, and pull his lips to mine, tasting him, letting him move inside me and possess me.
“You belong to me,” he growls against my lips.
“I’m yours,” I whisper back.
“Forever, little one. I’m never letting you go.” He thrusts up into me, staking his claim on my body. “This body is mine,” he moans. “This pussy is mine.”
My heart races as he pushes deeper, thrusting harder and faster.
My nails dig into his neck, and his tongue pushes into my mouth.
His strong hands push my thighs wider apart, but he’s not satisfied.
He stands, still inside me, and lays me down on my back on the sofa, lying over me, using his hips to spread my legs. He grabs one of my ankles and lifts it, spreading me even wider. The new angle brings a universe of new sensations shooting through my body.
I cry out and tilt my head back.
“Yes, little one, I want to hear you. You’re so beautiful when my cock is inside you. I could fuck you all day. I could never get enough of you.”
My body jolts beneath him with each pounding thrust of his hips. He slips his hand beneath the curve of my back, lifting me so that I’m arched towards him. He rides me hard, each movement pushing the breath from my lungs and making me moan louder.
My pussy begins to pulse and throb over his massive cock, sensations building more intense with each stroke. He grinds in circles, rubbing himself over my clit.
I can barely breathe. I can’t think straight.
My fingers dig into the soft fabric of the sofa as my legs shake uncontrollably.
Every moment I’ve spent dreaming of him, every fantasy I’ve ever had…it’s all suddenly real. The fairytale dream is real.
My emotions flood me as the orgasm slams into my body.
His cock plunges deep inside me, and my pussy locks over him.
He groans, a deep, husky sound that intensifies my pleasure.
Wave after wave, my body shudders and convulses as he holds onto me. His cock goes rigid inside me, and he explodes.
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so that I’m lying on his chest.
I rest my cheek against his heart, listening to the steady rhythm.
Kristopher strokes his fingers through my hair, down my back.
“You are perfect in every way, little one. This is all I ever wanted. You. You are everything to me,” he says quietly, his heart still racing just as fast as mine.