by Megan Noelle
Just as I was about to say yes, Corey held a hand out to stop me.
He took my hand between the two of his. “Dani, would it be okay with you if we didn’t find out?” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to know but this wasn’t just about me.
“Are you sure?”
Corey nodded. “I always kind of thought it might be nice if I ever had kids to find out if it was a boy or girl when they’re born.” He looked almost embarrassed to admit his wish. “But we can find out if you want to, of course.”
I took maybe two seconds to think about it before I had my answer.
“We’d like it to be a surprise.”
“Of course. I’m going to go grab Dr. Miller for you.”
“Thank you,” I sobbed out.
The moment the door shut behind her, Corey’s hands cupped my face and sealed his lips over mine. The saltiness from our tears mixed together on our lips, heightening the taste of feeling of this moment of perfection. He moved his lips away from mine fractionally and, when I opened my eyes to see why he stopped, I felt myself gasp. The blues of his eyes flamed with desire and it didn’t matter that my doctor could walk in—I couldn’t pull away from the passion staring back at me.
“You’re my family, Danielle. The three of us. Will you please be my girlfriend, officially? So I can tell the world that this family is mine.”
I smiled as if he had just proposed to me and, in a way, he did. We had always been this way when we were together - committed but not completely official the way we both should have been. The way we both wanted. My last time in Serenity I was bruised, scarred and so terribly afraid and it almost cost me everything.
But it hadn’t and now I had it all.
“Of course I will,” I finally managed to get out. The answer wasn’t difficult, it was getting the words out that was hard. I could hardly breathe with happiness and excitement blending together and it added to a whole lot of tears. Corey’s answering smile was heart melting. Pride and sheer joy seeped from every inch of him.
We had each other and, in just a few months, we would have our baby to make our family complete.
Dr. Miller walked in moments later and checked over everything Mai had done, reaffirming that our baby was indeed growing and healthy. He covered the basics - what to watch out for as signs of early labor, what may not be normal, and to call right away if something didn’t seem right. We were supposed to do far more talking about delivery preparation, but he decided to do it another time. From the twinkle in his eye, I could tell he knew we wanted to go home and just be together. We made another appointment before driving home as quickly as we could.
*~*~*~*~*
The second we shut the front door, we took hold of each other. Mouths sealed, hands and arms twisted together - our desperation for one another was so strong it was like we had been apart for years. My hands pulled his shirt over his head, with my shirt following close behind. We helped each other out of our pants without our lips breaking from the other. His lips sucked at my neck, while my tongue explored the impressive muscles in his arm. His strong fingers wound through my hair, giving him easy access to whatever he wanted to do. One minute, he held my face directly in front of his as our mouths moved in sync. The next, he firmly pulled my head back, exposing the curve of my neck for his pleasure.
The trail his tongue left on my skin was like a line of fire, igniting the blood in my veins. The heat of his breath, the tickle of his stubble, and the smooth perfection of his lips was intoxicating. A symphony of moans escaped me before I had any chance to stop it. Everything he did was heavenly, but one thing I was beginning to realize was how much I liked satisfying him. The way I could control a man that was the definition of strength and protection was empowering. He could be a brick wall, rough and demanding when he needed to be. Being able to make a man like that unravel was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever known.
Even with his hand holding my head, I took control. My mouth pressed first over his heart because now it was mine and I was going to spend the rest of my life protecting it.
“I love you,” I whispered against his chest. His heavy sigh in response sent a rush down my spine.
My hands trailed over the hard ripples of his abs, my nails slowly digging in the more his breathing quickened. Soon my mouth was following, my tongue circling around his nipple. I bit down and then sucked it into my mouth to sooth the sting. Corey’s fingers dug into my hips while he groaned at the sweet torture I applied to his nipples. Every couple minutes, I could feel Corey losing the ability to let me take control. His hands would squeeze harder, his breath would hiss and his lips would come down and attack my lips with a rough kiss.
That was when I moved on to the next delectable part of his body. I licked the slick sweat from his stomach, my hands reaching around to claw at his lower back and nice round ass. I wanted to please him, tease him and make him come undone, all because of me. I traced the muscles, crevices and planes of his stomach, being gentle and slow one minute. The next minute I would bite down and scratch any part I was touching. The more I did, the more noise Corey made. Sometimes it was a soft little moan, others it was a deep lust-filled sigh. Each and every noise made my body clench with its desire that I needed to Corey to fill. I held back because this was all for him.
The second I almost forgot why I didn’t just let him slide deep into my throbbing center and put out the raging fire of desire—I heard my favorite noise. That husky growl low in his throat that managed to give me chills, making my body cry out in response. I lowered myself until I was kneeling directly in front of him and staring back at me was his hard and waiting cock. It wasn’t often that I let my mouth explore this fantastic and talented part of Corey’s body but right now I had no choice—I needed to taste him.
Corey’s breath hitched the second the warmth of my mouth surrounded him. I started slow; licking and exploring while Corey’s heavy breathing encouraged and instructed me on exactly what he liked. My lips tightened around his length as I began taking him deep into my throat. His hands twisted into my hair and soon he was guiding my mouth up and down; slow at first then faster the more I saw in his face that he was getting closer to ecstasy.
I pressed my hands into his thighs; determined to regain control and make this last even longer. My tongue swirled around until I reached the most sensitive spot on the head. I flicked and pressed my mouth down to deepen the feel of the stroke. Corey’s chest rumbled and next thing I knew I was pulled to my feet.
“I need to be inside you right fucking now.” He growled into my face.
Before I could respond he sat on the couch and pulled me down on top of him but turned me around so my back was pressed against his solid chest. He lowered me onto him until he filled me to the brim. I let out a scream as I felt the incredible sensation I was craving.
“You drive me wild, woman.” He breathed into my ear.
He took my ear lobe between his teeth before we began to move. While I bounced up and down one of his hands cupped my breast. His fingertip brushed against my sensitive nipple making me bite down on my lip to hold back the scream of pleasure approaching. Just when I thought my body couldn’t take anymore stimulation, his other hand reached around my waist and dropped down low. The second he touched my clit I cried out with the sweet release my body craved.
Corey didn’t stop and soon he was pumping in so fast and hard that I felt my next orgasm approaching. I began moving my hips again, adding the extra friction that was going to be our undoing.
“Dani…fuck!” Was all he managed to get out before he exploded. His teeth sunk into my shoulder and the pain mixed with the pleasure heightening my second orgasm to another world.
We were exhausted and our chests heaved in and out to catch our breath. Corey slowly unraveled our bodies and lifted me next to him on the couch. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck while his arms wound around my back.
“That was…” I started but had to stop. There were literall
y no words in the English language that would adequately describe what that was.
Corey let out a single laugh. “Yeah…it was.”
We curled up together and tried to get our heart rate back to normal. I didn’t want to sleep but after that kind of workout—I had no choice.
*~*~*~*~*
When I woke up an hour later I was lying alone on the couch with my brown micro-plush blanket covering my still naked body. I sat up a little too quickly making my head spin; I definitely needed to eat something after all the calories we burned this morning. First things first though, I had to find my boyfriend. Even thinking the word made me smile.
Just when I was about to get up and go look for him, he emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed. My face pouted instantly because I knew there had to be another reason why. Corey’s face was immediately apologetic and as much as I wanted to at least pretend to not care where he was going—I couldn’t. Today was a huge day for us. Seeing our baby on a monitor, becoming an official couple and that sex—whew—just thinking about it made me crave round two.
“Danielle, I’m so sorry. I didn’t have anything else planned for today because I just wanted to be with you but something came up. I have to run.”
“Where are you going?” I heard the disappointment in my voice. Apparently I was too tired to even pretend to put on a casual attitude.
“I have some things I have to take care of.” The vagueness in his answer made my stomach turn over until I was queasy.
There was no response I had as I watched him tie his boots and grab his car keys from where they were dropped when we first entered the house. This wasn’t like him. Leaving without a better answer as to where he was going and if I wouldn’t have woken up just now—would he have told me he was leaving at all? He wouldn’t have done this the last time we were together and this time not only was I his girl but I was carrying his baby. I mean the man could hardly go a full day without us being together; even if that meant him seeing me at the Inn for five minutes.
Corey leaned over me and sealed his lips onto mine; lingering a little longer than usual for a goodbye kiss.
“I love you, baby.” He said as he pulled back. I stared after him, willing him to tell me exactly what was going on. All I got though was, “I’ll call you later,” tossed over his shoulder before he walked out.
I watched the door in disbelief. Waiting for him to walk back in and tell me he was completely kidding. After twenty minutes passed—I figured he wasn’t coming back, at least not anytime soon. By now though, I was furious. With myself, with him, and with whatever the hell was taking him away from me without a word.
In my now pissy state I got up, put my clothes back on and cleaned up. It only managed to piss me off more when I realized that any sign of the sensual and passionate sex we just had was gone. I had to do something to let off my steam. One thought was to go for a run but that was quickly rejected and replaced with wanting to hit something. That or stuff my face with something very bad for me. My growling belly voted for that one and when I dug my phone from my purse to call for take-out I noticed missed notifications.
There were multiple messages from different people but I went straight to Karly’s unread texts.
Karly McKay: So … Am I going to have a niece or nephew!?
Karly McKay: Pink or blue, woman!
Karly McKay: Okay, are you punishing me? Not funny.
Karly McKay: Stop banging my brother and call me back! Jake is away this weekend for a business trip and I’m bored! Not to mention lonely and there’s supposed to be a big storm rolling in. Don’t leave me alone for it!
The fact that Karly could make me laugh just from a few texts solidified that I needed her here too. So before I hopped in the shower to clean up the smell of sex, I shot her a reply.
Me: Sorry! I was napping! Pack your bag and come over! Girls’ Weekend!
Karly McKay: Hell yes! Be there soon! I’m starving—I’ll bring food! So be hungry!
Me: Uh—pregnant! Always hungry! See U soon! : )
Now that I had something to look forward to I hoped I could stop the theories of where Corey was. Each one was worse than the one before and the stress and worry was already causing me to be sick.
*~*~*~*~*
Corey
A three hour drive away from my girl was the last fucking thing I wanted. There I was, lying on the couch with everything I ever wanted wrapped up in my arms and yet, now I’m here. I tried to be as vague as I could when I left Dani but I could see it right there in her eyes. The very trust I busted my ass to gain was now in jeopardy. If I could have told her exactly where I was going and what I was doing there and why—I would have. Except, I had a feeling nothing about the truth would have made her feel better.
When I was ten minutes away from my destination I shut my phone off and slipped it into my back pocket. I hated being cut off from Dani but it was necessary. Years ago when I began funding multiple bar launches it wasn’t the Underground I spent my time at. My home back then was Lion’s Den and now…it was hell. Three hours away from the life I wanted only to return to the one I wanted no part of.
I parked my car and sighed, letting my forehead fall to the steering wheel. Why couldn’t the past stay in the past? I climbed out of the car and took the outside steps two at a time to the door at the top of the steps. I didn’t bother using a key; I knew it would be unlocked.
The horrible sound of 90’s Slow Jams hit me first, quickly followed by the terrible combination of excessive perfume and dozens of candles. I silently cursed my youthful stupidity and made my way through the house until I approached the open door leading into the bedroom. I knew that’s where she’d be.
Lying there on her stomach, legs twisted together in the air wearing black lingerie that would tempt any man, hugging her hips, thighs and her big fake tits. Her long hair curled down to brush the top of the deep purple silk sheets she no doubt spent a fortune on. Her thick pink lips curled up in a wicked smile and she fluttered her heavily coated eyelashes at me.
“Welcome home, honey.”
Chapter Fourteen
Corey
“What are you doing here, Jazmin?” I asked the half-naked woman lying on the bed that used to be mine.
She licked her lips as she sized me up, no doubt trying to lure me into her clutches with little moves that made guys wild. Unfortunately for her, it had no effect on me. “I missed you, Baby.”
When it was clear I wasn’t going to go any closer, she repositioned herself. Crawling up on her knees, she placed her palms on her thighs. Her arms squished her boobs together, exposing just about everything.
“I’m not your baby or your honey, Jaz. The last time you were here we agreed it would be your last.” My arms crossed over my chest as I stared her down, feeling nothing but annoyance for this woman.
“I couldn’t stay away,” she whispered in a low, seductive tone. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted—the girl screamed sex. I had to hand it to her, the woman knew how to play the role of manipulation like a pro. Then again, a lifetime of practice was only bound to make someone an expert, and that was exactly what she is—a manipulating whore.
Jazmin Montoya used to have a hold on me. For years, she was able to twist and mold me anyway she wanted to. Even worse—I craved it. The viscous fighting would last well into the morning and typically ended with angry sex … and that cycle was usually brought on by the same little moves she was using now. At that time in my life, after I hit that ripe age of 21, there were only three things in my life that I loved: my sisters, Jazmin and drugs. The drugs and Jazmin came hand in hand; it took far too long to realize both were toxic and, if I didn’t find a way to wiggle out of the hold they had on me, both would kill me.
“Cut the fucking bullshit, Jaz! Why the hell are you here? Why the fuck did you make me drive out here!?” Just being near the woman simply made my blood boil. She didn’t even have to open her mouth before I was on edge with the growing need to put my fist
through something.
I watched the countless stories she always had on hand skirt through her eyes. Just as she seemed to select the best one to use on me, I stopped her.
“And don’t sit here pretending you want to get back together or that you came over for sex.” Watching her eyes darken with amusement at my no-nonsense bullshit was bad enough. I saw the challenge arise in them - Jazmin was always so sure that every man wanted her, that this was nothing more than a game to her.
“I’m surprised you’d think I wouldn’t want to drag your sexy ass out here so I could have some more of that,” she let out a moan and rubbed her hands suggestively over her body. “Amazing sex—don’t act like you don’t remember it.”
Sure I did. I’m a guy who loves sex, but I don’t care how it used to be because I wasn’t about to feed into her shit. Besides, every single time with Danielle was so much better than it had ever been with Jazmin. Because even from that first time we hooked up, I knew there was this extraordinary passion between us that I had never felt before. The best sex I ever had with Jaz would never come close to a single time with my girl.
“I don’t remember it, Jaz. We were drunk and high throughout our entire relationship—if you could even call it that.”
I watched her take in what I said and then open her mouth with a ‘witty’ remark on the tip of her tongue.
“Just save it,” I warned. It was clear she was losing the power here—and I liked it. In the past it was Jazmin who controlled everything. If we were happy or angry, even what we were going to do that night and everything in between was decided by her.
In the far corner of the little room on my chair was a dark silk robe draped over it. Without hesitation. I walked over, pulled it off the chair, and threw it at her. Reluctantly, she sat up and slipped the robe into place while I slumped down into the chair. I was exhausted. Not from lack of sleep or from the long drive, just from dealing with Jazmin in general—and we hadn’t even gotten to the heart of why she was here.