I trust you.
No one had ever fucking said that to him in his life. Not one fucking person. Only her. And this wasn’t the first time she’d said it and he hoped to fuck it wouldn’t be the last.
“Show me where you want me.”
She pushed his hand lower, then singled out his middle finger, pressing it to her clit. “Just in case you’re one of those who has trouble finding it.”
He smothered his laugh in her hair. But that laugh quickly disappeared as she circled it, her hips tipping a little as she showed him what she wanted.
What Red wanted, Red got.
“Got it from here, baby.”
She released his hand and reached behind them to cup the back of his head. “I want to kiss you.”
“We can do that later.” He had never appreciated kissing until Red. All those nights and all those mornings of kissing showed him just how fucking hot it could be. Just tongues and touches.
“Promise?”
“Whatever you want, Red.”
“I don’t know when was the last time I had an orgasm. Can you give me that?”
“I’ll do my fuckin’ best.”
Her fingernails dug into his skull as he slipped two fingers through her slick folds, stroking her, making sure she didn’t tense up. She didn’t.
He unburied his face from her hair and pressed his cheek to hers, watching her body’s reactions. She moaned and grabbed her own tits, squeezing them until he noticed a little liquid bead at the tips.
He was dying to lick them off for her. He didn’t. That could wait, too. He didn’t want to do anything out of the ordinary this morning. Not this time, not until they saw how she handled it.
If she enjoyed it and wanted more, he’d give her whatever she wanted and take what he needed.
He slowly slipped those two fingers inside her and he froze when she clamped around his fingers.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please...”
He relaxed and started slowly by fucking her with his fingers, whispering in her ear how hot she was, how wet. How he wanted to feel her come.
When he added his thumb to her clit, she cried out, her body arching slightly. And she got even wetter.
He wanted to suck her tits, eat her pussy, and come deep inside her without a wrap.
Instead, he closed his eyes and did what she wanted when she encouraged him to go faster.
And then she was coming, pulsating around his fingers, crying out his name, her nails from her left hand digging into his skull, the nails from her right hand digging into the soft flesh of her own tit and leaving little half-moons.
And, fuck, that was hot.
He slowed the pace of his hand until every last ripple was gone, then slid them out of her and right into his mouth, tasting her for the first time. “Fuck, want you to ride my face.”
She sounded breathless when she said, “I’m not sure if—”
“Not now. Later.” After the kid was born. When she wasn’t so awkward. When he could eat her out, then throw her to the bed and fuck her hard, while she was on her belly, on her back, on her knees. When that pussy was all his to do with what he wanted. When that ass was, too.
When he wasn’t worried about her having a possible setback, when he wasn’t worried about her pregnancy. When it was just him and Red.
However long it took for all of that to happen.
“I want to come again. I missed... I forgot...” She took a big inhale and simply finished with, “I want you.”
“Want you, too, baby.” He grabbed the wraps, ripped one off the strip and then tore it open with his teeth before rolling it over his throbbing dick. “You sure?” This was her last chance to say no before he made her his.
“Yes.”
“Tip your ass, baby... that’s it, like that.”
He slid the latex-covered head of his dick back and forth through her slick folds. He was so close to having her. So fucking close. “Don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
“I do, actually. I just wanted to make sure I wanted it as much as you.”
“And you do?”
“I do.”
She did. Damn. “Don’t give a fuck who I am?”
“I said ‘it,’ not you. And I know who you are, Sig.”
No, she didn’t. She only thought she did. “Don’t know everything.” This was his last warning to her before he went further.
“I know enough.”
“Hope you’re not wrong.” He hoped to fuck she wasn’t wrong.
“I’ve been wrong a lot.”
That made him almost smile. Not a lot of people admitted when they’re wrong. “Yeah, baby, me too.”
“But even so, I’ll risk it.”
He wasn’t sure if she was trying to be funny, but funny or not, he was taking her at her word.
“Need me to stop, you say it.” But for fuck’s sake, please don’t say it. Let me have this. Let me have you. Let me show you I can be better. For you. “All you gotta do is say it, Red.”
“I want you.”
He’d heard those words from plenty of other women through the years but they’d never had the same meaning as when Red just said them.
He slid his dick through her folds again until he found that spot. “Want you, too, baby.” He pushed his hips forward and took her slowly, giving her plenty of time to change her mind.
Automatically, his eyes closed as her warm, slick sheath surrounded him, squeezed him and once he couldn’t slide any deeper, he stilled. He could barely ask, “’Kay?”
“God, that feels good. I’ve missed this... This type of intimate connection between two people.”
He didn’t miss it because he never had it. Sex had always been sex for him, nothing more.
“Glad I can give it to you. Gonna move now.”
“It’s okay, Sig, I don’t need a warning for everything you’re about to do. Just do what you know how to do.”
That was the problem. He didn’t know how to do this. Not this.
He knew how to fuck hard and come harder.
This gentle shit, this “connection,” was so fucking foreign to him.
So, he kept his mouth shut and fucked her as gently as possible until she complained he was being a little too careful with her.
He gave it to her a little harder and she responded just as he hoped. And as she threw her head back against his shoulder, as she played with her own nipples, as her mouth gaped open and sounds escaped that drove him deeper and harder, he found her clit again and did what he knew women liked. What they craved. That touch there.
And for once, he cared how he did it.
For once he cared if she was enjoying it.
For once, the woman in his bed would remain there afterward.
This wasn’t a bust a nut, then ghost situation.
This woman wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not yet.
As long as she wanted to remain in his bed, he was keeping her there.
Even if they didn’t have sex again until the kid was finished baking.
He could wait. Because she was worth that fucking wait.
He’d waited so long for this, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last as long as he’d like. But he needed to last long enough to make it good for her.
If it was, maybe they’d do this again. If it was, she’d ask him to fuck her again.
While the kissing and touching had been great, this was better.
And all three would be perfect.
“Give me your mouth,” he growled, his hips pistoning in and out of her.
She hadn’t told him to stop or slow down, so unless she did...
She twisted her head enough so he could take it. He swallowed her groan, his fingers pressing and circling her clit, his tongue claiming her mouth, his dick so fucking hard inside her.
And then everything tensed on her, inside and out, and he almost stopped out of worry, but her climax exploded around him and she cried out inside his mouth, her fingers squeezing her t
its harder, making them leak.
Fuck, he wanted to taste her there, too.
He pulled out and carefully rolled her onto her back before sliding inside her again, her eyes held his and he leaned over, careful not to put his weight on her, but he couldn’t resist licking her tits clean and sucking her nipples.
Her fingers dug into his hair, not to stop him, but to hold him there. With one hand he squeezed and sucked.
Her head rolled back and her mouth opened but nothing escaped.
But he felt it. The squeeze and pull of her cunt as he drove deep, needing that connection she talked about.
And before her orgasm was finished, he drove his palms into the mattress and powered deep one more time, his balls pulling tight and his dick pulsating as he came hard.
Holding all his upper body weight on his arms, he dropped his head and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, trying to slow his racing pulse.
But her fingertips tracing over his damp face and then over his lips had him opening them again. “Okay?”
Her face was flushed and her eyes still unfocused, but her lips curled up just slightly. “Yes.”
“Sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” He shifted just slightly since his arms were beginning to shake a little bit. “Now gotta get rid of this wrap. Sure it’s filled to the fuckin’ brim.”
“And I have to pee.”
He shook his head. “Of course.”
As he went to pull out, she stopped him. “Hey.”
Their gazes met.
“Thank you.”
“Should be thankin’ you, baby.”
“No. Most men wouldn’t be interested in having sex with a woman who was almost nine months pregnant. Never mind with another man’s baby.”
“Didn’t see any of that, Red.”
“What did you see?”
“Only you.”
“And I don’t see your past, either, Sig. I only see you.”
Jesus Christ.
He was fucking toast.
Chapter Eighteen
Sig watched Red waddle back to the bed for what he swore was the tenth time. He needed to get the fuck up and do the repo jobs Trip had assigned him, but it was getting harder to leave the bed every morning since they started having sex a week ago.
She wasn’t always feeling up to him fucking her, but they found plenty of other ways to play when she was in the mood. They’d also found different positions to keep the pressure off her stomach and now he had tasted every fucking inch of her body and explored them, as well. She also knew every part of his body, too.
Two days ago, when she couldn’t sleep and had taken her umpteenth pee break, Sig had woken up to her sucking his dick. Even though it was three in the morning, it was the best fucking wakeup he’d ever had. Even better, she didn’t stop when he warned her he was about to blow.
Fuck no, she kept going until he shot his load down her throat. He’d handed her one of his dirty T-shirts to spit it out but by then she had already swallowed it and simply gave him a fucking smile.
He was pretty fucking sure if he could love someone, he fell in love with her at that very moment.
While things were good, sometimes she still had bad nightmares.
Sometimes he did, too. His were no longer about himself or his past, but were always about Red. Sometimes it was centered around the shed and bench. Sometimes it was about her running down that mountain. And sometimes it was fueled by him being scared to death something would happen to her while giving birth.
And, while he tried not to think about it, he was scared to death she would leave afterward.
In the end, starting fresh somewhere else was her choice, and he’d leave that decision to her. If she wanted to leave and get away as far as she could from that mountain and that incestuous clan, he’d do what he could to help her.
And if, for some reason, she wanted him to go with her, he’d do that, too.
He’d only came home to Manning Grove because he had nowhere to land after that last prison term. He found himself drifting and he knew if he didn’t find something solid, at least for a short while, he’d end up right back behind bars.
Truth be told, he needed a fucking break from being caged.
A long one.
Plus, he still wanted his half of his grandfather’s shit. It was his and Trip had no right to keep it all. Sig didn’t give a fuck if a will said otherwise. A will was just a piece of paper while Trip and he were supposed to be blood.
Red slowly climbed into bed naked, rolled to her side with a cute little grunt and then awkwardly wiggled her ass backward until it was against him. He rolled to his side and spooned her, which was what she liked.
He hadn’t said it out loud, but he liked it, too.
She always used his upper arm as a pillow until his arm fell asleep and he was forced to move it. But until then, he let her use it.
Draping his left arm around her, he let his hand drift lightly over her now enormous belly. This kid had to be coming soon. And at the last appointment, he had taken the doctor aside when Red was using the bathroom to ask her how soon after she popped the baby out that they could have sex.
Dr. Carly advised it was best to wait four to six weeks.
Four to six fucking weeks...
Fuck.
She might be gone way before then.
It wasn’t as if he just wanted her to stick around for sex, he didn’t...
He could get sex anywhere. Maybe not the kind of sex he needed, but he could also find that if he looked hard enough.
The point was, he didn’t want to have sex with just anyone anymore. And, if Red stuck around, he was determined to find another outlet to handle the rest of what he needed.
She grabbed the hand he had laying on her belly and shifted it to where the baby was moving. It kind of fascinated him that she had a whole other person inside of her. Too bad that person was half Shirley.
“I’m ready for this to be over,” she said softly.
“I bet,” he murmured. Wondering how deeply he should read into that statement. “Kid ain’t fully cooked yet.”
When she whispered, “I wish this was your baby,” his chest got tight and his fingers flexed within hers.
And that would be a big fucking mistake if it was. He wouldn’t fool himself or even Red about that. He hadn’t been lying when he told her she didn’t know everything about him. She didn’t and probably never would. But there were some things she needed to know.
“Haven’t loved anyone since I was twelve years old. Not sure I’m capable of it anymore. A kid deserves love. You givin’,” he almost said him, but she didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, so he respected that, “it... to the doc and her hubby is for the best. This kid’s gonna be so fuckin’ loved, Red. Unlike alotta babies born, they want this one desperately.”
“I’m doing the right thing, right?”
She knew she was doing the right thing. And this wasn’t the first time she’d asked him that. In fact, he’d lost fucking count. But he got it. It was a huge fucking decision. One, as a woman, that had to be difficult to make.
Women were “expected” to be mothers and sometimes they shouldn’t be. He knew quite a few mothers who should’ve skipped that life decision, including his own.
He pulled his right arm from under her head since it was starting to tingle painfully, swept a lock of her hair off her cheek and pressed his nose into the rest of it. He had to admit that gay hairdresser had fixed her up, which had made her happy.
“You’re doin’ the right thing, Red. No fuckin’ doubt. And when the time’s right and you’re ready, they said you can get to know,” him, “it.”
“I don’t know if that would be good.”
She didn’t clarify for who, he assumed both the kid and her. But still... “You stay in Manning Grove,” he’s, “they’re gonna be hard to avoid.”
“I can’t stay here. I can’t risk them ever finding m
e.”
He didn’t want to hear that first part. He also planned on taking care of the second if Vernon Shirley and his cousin-son ever came off that fucking mountain. If it was up to Sig, he’d sneak up to their compound with a few containers of gas and a match.
“That’s your decision. You got us, Red. Don’t gotta go anywhere if you don’t wanna. We gotta make a deal with ‘em to keep you safe, we will.” If they don’t kill them all first, which was Sig’s preference. “Then you can stay close to... it. Just in case you wanna get to know it. To make sure he’s happy and loved.” Oh fuck. He slipped. He was afraid it was going to happen and it did. He fucked up. “Fuck, Red. I’m sorry.”
“It’s a he?”
Shit. He could just lie and say he was speaking in general terms but he really didn’t want to lie to her. He’d lied more times than he could remember in his life, so why he felt guilty about lying to Red, he didn’t know. Yeah, he did. He didn’t want to disappoint her if she found out he’d done it. And she would be disappointed because she said a few times now that she trusted him. And he didn’t want to break that trust. To him, her trusting him was everything.
“Yeah.”
“Why did you feel the need to know?” She almost sounded betrayed. And that right there killed him.
“The doc told me after that first appointment. You didn’t wanna know and I stupidly asked. I shouldn’t have. Wasn’t my business. And I shoulda known I’d fuck up. And, of course, I fuckin’ did. Sorry, baby.”
“It’s a boy,” she whispered, her fingers tightening over his.
“Yeah. Is knowin’ gonna make it harder for you?” He hoped to fuck it didn’t.
“Are they happy about it?”
“My guess is they’d be happy with whatever the baby is, Red.” As long as it didn’t come out with three legs and one big cyclops eye, but he kept that to himself. “I don’t think they give a shit whether it’s a boy or a girl. It’ll be a Bryson and that’s all that matters.”
“A Bryson,” she repeated, like she was tasting the name.
“Yeah, baby, the more I ask around about ‘em, the better I feel and so should you. Besides bein’ a family full of pigs, which is the worst thing about ‘em, they’re a good, solid family. The kid’s gonna want for nothin’. And that’s how a kid should grow up.”
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