Chapter 10 #2
“I’m sorry,” I whispered after he still didn’t say anything.
“I’m on birth control. I don’t even know how this happened.
” I watched him drop the test into the box and close the lid.
I was nervous. He didn’t look at me. He hadn’t said anything.
He picked up the box and left the bathroom.
I knew it was too soon. I knew it. I knew it.
Oh God, what was I going to do? I put my head in my hands and tried to control the tears that I knew were coming.
We needed to talk about this. Then, I needed to figure out what to do with myself.
Abortion was out of the question, and I couldn’t live my life knowing that my child was out in the world being taken care of by someone else.
It had to be okay. We had to be okay. The thought of being without him made me sick.
I needed to pull up my big girl panties and talk to him about this.
I pulled my head away from my hands and started to get off the counter to go track him down.
I was starting to get pissed. He married someone he didn’t love because she said she was pregnant with his child.
He told her that it would be okay. He was supposed to love me.
He needed to tell me right now that it would be okay, or I was going to walk away, regardless of how broken my heart would be.
I jumped back when Asher walked back into the bathroom. His hands went to my shirt and then it was gone. I was so surprised that I couldn’t form words. Then, my jeans were coming down and I was standing in my bra and panties.
“We need to talk,” I whispered, not knowing what the hell was going on with him.
His face was blank; his eyes determined.
Then, my panties were gone along with my bra.
I was sitting back on the vanity before I even had time to think.
“What the heck are you doing?” I pushed at his chest. He grabbed my hand, holding it between us.
“Seriously, you need to stop. We need to talk about this.” My voice was getting louder.
I tried to shove him again. He didn’t move.
My heart was racing, my breathing escalated.
I noticed that he wasn’t even looking at me.
His eyes were on my hand that he was holding.
I looked down and my breath caught in my throat.
On my left ring finger was a beautiful diamond ring.
The center stone was round and surrounded by tons of smaller diamonds that traveled down and around the band.
My hand flexed in his and he finally looked at me.
His voice was gruff when he spoke. “I’ve wanted to see you wearing nothing but my ring since I bought it for you.
Knowing that, like the ring I put on your finger, I’m the only one.
The only one who will ever see you in nothing but my ring.
The only one who will wake up to your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life.
The only one who will make love to you. The only one who will make babies with you.
” I watched his eyes get wet. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you are carrying my child. ”
His face came closer to mine. “I know that it’s fast, but this is right. We are right. You are the only one for me.” He kissed me deeply. When he pulled away, he laid his forehead against mine. “Tell me that you’ll marry me,” he whispered against my mouth.
Tears started to fall from my eyes. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect proposal. “Yes.” I shoved my face into his throat, wrapping myself around him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He picked me up, carrying me into the shower.
He put me under the spray, taking his time to wash my hair.
Then, he took his time washing me from head to toe, paying special attention to where his child was now growing.
I helped him wash, and then we got out. He wrapped me in a towel and tied one around his waist. He picked me up again, carrying me to the bed where he sat me on the edge, my feet hanging over the side.
He dropped to his knees in front of me. He opened my towel, his fingers traveling down the sides of my breast along my ribs down to my waist. His fingers resting on my sides, his thumbs moving over my lower stomach.
His eyes met mine and the look of pure love that I saw shining through them made me hold my breath.
“It’s amazing,” he whispers, “to know that my purpose in life is sitting in front of me.” His hands move to hold my face. Holy crap, I can’t believe that he just said that. Before I could even tell him I loved him, his lips touch mine and then travel along my jaw and down my neck.
My hands went to his head and my head fell back.
His hands were along my sides, up my thighs then down again.
Heat was pooling between my thighs with every touch.
I whimpered when his mouth found my nipple and he gave it a firm tug.
Then he sucked deep. My back arched and I moaned loudly.
His hands traveled up my inner thighs, his fingers finding my center.
“Soaked.” His fingers were moving through the wetness he was creating, passing over my clit.
I felt the heat building but it wasn’t enough.
“Asher,” I whimper. His mouth leaves my breast and he pulls my face to his.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging it through his teeth.
My mouth opens under his. His fingers are still slowly sliding through my wetness.
Two fingers fill me. My head flies back and my nails dig into his scalp.
“Yes.” His fingers were suddenly gone. My head comes up and I watch him pull my other nipple into his mouth, bit down, and then drag it through his teeth the same way he did my lip.
He kisses the tip of my nipple. Then, his fingers are again moving through the wetness.
I knew I was drenched. He licks down my stomach around my navel.
Finally, I could feel his breath against my clit.
I spread my legs wider, not caring that I was becoming desperate.
“Asher.” I moan as I watch his tongue licking me from bottom to top then circling my clit. I was on the edge. I knew that once his mouth focused on that one spot, I was going to explode.
“Jesus, is it possible that you taste sweeter?” He groans, licking me again and circling my clit.
Then, he fills me again with two fingers at the same time.
He latches onto my clit. My whole body comes off the bed with the force of my orgasm.
I can feel the walls of my pussy contracting, sucking his fingers deeper as he sucks my clit and I saw stars.
My thighs tighten around his shoulders and my hands hold onto his head.
He kisses my inner thigh, above my pubic bone, along my stomach, up to each breast. His hands move under my arms, pulling me deeper onto the bed.
One of my legs was straight, the other bent, resting on the back of his thigh.
My hands go to his jaw. His hand wraps around his cock and he enters me.
“Yes!” I moan, loving the sensation of him filling me. I open my eyes to see his are closed tight. I circle my hips and his eyes fly open.
“Don’t.” His voice is firm. He grabs my hips, stopping my movement.
He kisses me softly and pulls out just an inch and slides back in.
I bite my lip to keep myself still. His hands move to my thighs, spreading my legs wider.
He pulls out so just the tip was still in, and slams in so hard that my breath hitches.
Then, he slides out and starts a slow pace while kissing me.
His hands are pinching my nipples then traveling down, pressing against my clit.
My hands are traveling up his back; my mouth and tongue kissing and licking whatever I can reach.
Then I felt it start. It was slow and deep, and I knew that I couldn’t hold back.
My mouth found his and I hold his face close to mine.
I moan against his mouth. My thighs wrap tighter around him. “Please, don’t stop.” He doesn’t. His pace increases, his strokes are deeper, and I feel him grow. I knew he was close too.
“Come with me, baby,” he grunts, one hand fisting into my hair while his other travels between us, pinching my clit and setting me off.
My whole body tightens around him, pulling him deeper inside of me.
I moan into his mouth as he groans into mine.
I can feel his strokes start to slow and turn lazy.
He kisses me all over my face and down my neck.
“I get this for a lifetime,” he whispers into the skin below my ear.
I tighten my arms and legs around him. “Love you, babe,” I whisper against his shoulder. He rolls to the side, taking me with him.
“Love you, baby,” he says against my hair. Closing my eyes, I cuddled deeper into his chest and fall asleep.
My stomach growls so loud that it wakes me from my doze. I can feel Asher’s silent laughter against my cheek. “Sounds like both my babies are hungry.”
“Yeah,” I mumble. I know I need to eat, but seeing the expanse of his chest in front of me, I can’t help but want something else that has nothing to do with food.
I’m rolled to my back and Asher is hovering over me. His eyes are watching his hand travel down my throat between my breasts. “I’m excited for these to get bigger,” he says, palming both my breasts.
He smiles up at me and I shake my head and giggle. Then, his hand starts to move again and he stops gently on my stomach, which has become slightly rounder over the last few months.
“I’m going to be a dad.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
His eyes focus on his hands as he gently rubs my belly.
Then, he kisses me right below my navel.
His eyes meet mine and I see nothing but the same happiness I feel reflecting back at me.
The mood is completely broken when my stomach gives another loud growl. We both start laughing.