Natalie let go of John to face her mother. "Thanks, Mom," she said softly. She looked at her dad apologetically. "I'm not feeling very well, so David is taking me home. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, Natie." John smiled softly at her. "Just take care of yourself."
Victoria handed the food containers to Natalie and hugged her tightly. I could see on Victoria's face that she was getting all emotional. We needed to get out of here, before she upset Natalie again.
"I'll get my coat," I turned and hurried through the foyer to the nearby coat closet. I had just grabbed my coat and was turning away, when Ford came up behind me. His eyes were deadly serious, and his jaw set stubbornly.
"Promise me that you'll take care of them," he said on a low voice. "She's not dealing with this very well, and Mom isn't going to make it any easier."
"Ford," I said gravely. "Your sister and that baby mean everything to me. I promise that I'll do anything to keep them safe and healthy."
"Good," he said sternly. "Because Natalie's wellbeing is the one thing that Dad and I agree on, and we'll both kick your ass if you let her or that baby down."
I fought down my annoyance with Ford's threat. I understood exactly where he was coming from. I'd have felt the same way about my sister.
"I love her more than I've ever loved anyone, Ford," I said in an emotional tone. "Natalie having this baby is my second chance and my salvation."
"She told me what your fiancee did to you," he said sympathetically.
"Then you need to know that nothing is more important to me than Natalie and our new family." I put a hand on Ford's shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes. "She's giving me everything I've always wanted and thought I'd lost forever."
His face softened a little at my sincerity. He nodded sharply and put a hand on my shoulder. "Welcome to the family." His mouth twisted into a smile.
"Thanks," I said as I slipped on my coat. "I'd better get Natalie out of here before your mother sends her off the deep end."
"I'll stay and try to distract Mom from freaking out. I could see her calling Natalie over and over later tonight. I think I can buy Natalie a few hours to get some rest."
"Taking one for the team, huh?" I smiled broadly at him.
"It's no big deal." He shrugged. "At least now, Natie and I have you around to help manage Mom's insanity," he said in a tired voice. "Your kid is going to need all the help they can get."
"Natalie is lucky to have a brother like you, and I'm happy that our baby will have you for an uncle."
He grinned widely, the skin around his eyes crinkling. It was the first time he had ever smiled at me like that. Suddenly, I had the distinct impression that I was lucky to have a brother like Ford too.
"Come on." He jerked his head toward the living room. "Let's get Natalie the hell out of here." I followed him back to Natalie. My family just kept getting bigger, and I couldn't be happier about it.
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Natalie fell asleep in the car almost immediately after we left her mother's house. I drove slower than normal, so she could nap a little longer. She was still sound asleep when I pulled to a stop in my driveway.
"Sweetheart," I whispered as I ran my fingers through her soft light brown hair. "We're home."
She murmured incoherently as her eyes fluttered open. A small smile played across her perfect lips as her eyes focused on mine. "Wow," she mumbled. "I was completely out. The last thing I remember was getting in the car."
"Do you feel better?" I asked as I stared at her luscious lips. I hoped she did, because it had been too long since we had sex, and I was in the mood for something rough and unrestrained. I think Natalie needed it to get out of her head for a while, and I needed it to feel in control of the chaos in my own mind right now. The stress of her unexpected pregnancy was getting to both of us.
"I think so," she said with a sweet smile.
"Good." I unlatched my seatbelt, leaned in, and brushed my lips across hers. She sighed in contentment, so I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth with a moan. She grabbed my sweater in her fists and whimpered into the kiss.
"I'm going to make you forget about everything but me and the pleasure I give you," I growled out against her lips. "I'm going to fuck you right out of your own damn head."
"Oh please, David," she whispered desperately. "I need that more than anything right now."
"I know, sweetheart." I touched my forehead against hers, closing my eyes and listening to her soft breaths. "I love you." I cupped her face in my hands. "I'll always give you what you need." I kissed her again, this time harder and with an overwhelming need. Natalie unbuckled her seatbelt, crawled across the center console over to my seat, and straddled my hips with her knees.
She kissed me back harder and with more desperation than I had ever felt from her before. It almost felt like she was trying to climb inside me. A deep and equally urgent need came over me, and the kiss turned forceful and bruising. Natalie's hands flew up to my head, and she burrowed her fingers into my hair frantically, pulling and twisting in blissful bites of pain. I gripped her hips and ground her into me, pressing her pubic bone into my massive erection. I slid my hands up under her shirt, so I could feel the warm soft skin of her back under my palms. I was a hair's breath from fucking her right here in the driveway.
With a groan of frustration, I somehow got the car door open, and climbed out with her wrapped around me like a second skin, her arms and legs latched around me. She burrowed her face into my neck as I carried her up the sidewalk to the front door. When I paused and pushed the key into the lock, she started biting and sucking at my skin, making me stagger.
"Fuck, Natalie," I snarled and pressed her back against the door; the keys left hanging forgotten from the lock, as I grabbed her ass in my hands. I thrust my pelvis into hers, rubbing my cock against her jeans. She moaned and whimpered, her body writhing against me. I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue deeply and savagely into her mouth as if I were trying to consume her.
Her nails dug into my scalp as I tasted blood in my mouth. I didn't care about either, but I did need to get us inside before I fucked her against the door in front of the entire neighborhood. I managed to pry Natalie off of me enough to get the door unlocked and get us inside.
Natalie sank her teeth into my lower lip as I flung the door closed with my foot. She mewled and moaned as she worried at my lip fiercely. I groaned as an almost insane lust came over me. This situation was getting out of control, and I needed to wrest us back from the brink. This wasn't what either of us really needed right now.
"Stop," I snarled out in a low feral tone that made Natalie release her hold on my lip and still instantly. She stared at me expectantly with wide luminous eyes that were fearless and drowning in lust. Damn, she was so beautiful, and I loved how she responded to me. I picked her up and carried her to my room then set her on her feet. I stepped back and gave her a hard commanding stare. "Clothes off. Now."
"Yes, sir," she whispered breathlessly and hurried to comply. I watched avidly as she bared herself to me. When she finished, I took a moment to admire her gorgeous body. A small smile played across my lips as I thought about our baby inside her. I was looking forward to seeing her body change and grow.
A sudden image from my nightmare last night flashed to life in my head. Blood gushing out of my Natalie as her eyes glazed over in death. I shoved the vision down with a shudder, that I hoped she thought was from desire and not dread. I needed to focus on Natalie and her pleasure, not my messed up fears and insecurities.
I stepped up close to her until the fabric of my sweater brushed across her taut hard nipples. She shivered and whimpered; her eyes hooded and unfocused.
"David," she muttered under her breath. She lifted her hands to touch me, but I stopped her with a glare.
"Don't move," I growled in a low tone. I moved around behind her and brushed her hair away from her neck. I leaned in until my lips brushed Natalie's ear. "You were ma
de for me to fuck you," I whispered. She shivered. "Every beautiful inch of you."
"Yes," she whispered back as her breathing became heavier, making her breasts rise and fall in the most mesmerizing way. I couldn't resist. I pressed myself against her back and reached around to cup her breasts in my hands. She leaned back against me as I thumbed both her nipples. I nuzzled the soft skin just under her ear.
"Are you ready?" I asked seductively.
"For what, sir?" she asked in a soft whimper.
"For this." I pinched both her nipples hard with no warning whatsoever. She jumped in my arms and practically squealed with delight.
"Did that hurt?"
"Y...yes."
"Did you like it?" I asked softly.
"Oh yes," she mewled out in a needy breathless voice. I hummed with pleasure in her ear and a tremor shot through her entire body. I squeezed her nipples again, this time with a steady pressure as I rolled the tight little nubs between my thumbs and index fingers. She arched her back with a deep moan, her head lolling back onto my shoulder. "So good, David," she murmured. I increased the pressure on her nipples, and she began to moan and undulate against me desperately.
"I bet I could make you come like this." I nipped her neck and thrust my erection against her perfect ass. "I know I could."
"Please," she gasped out between harsh breaths.
"It's too bad that I won't let you, huh?"
She mewled out in disappointment as I let go of her breasts. I spun her around to face me and jerked her up against me, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. I kissed her deeply as I pinned her wrists behind her back with one hand, the other fisted in her hair. She sagged into my arms as I took what was mine, claiming and overwhelming her. When I finally released her, she looked drunk and out of her mind with desire, her eyes glazed as she looked at me.
"Get on the bed," I snapped out, my voice stern and demanding. I watched in dark satisfaction as she rushed to the bed immediately. She laid down on her back in the center of the bed, her eyes still on mine. I walked to the edge of the bed and took my clothes off, feeling smug as her eyes roamed over my body appreciatively while I undressed. I watched her eyes light up as she finally focused on my erect cock, which promptly twitched in response, making her smile.
I climbed up next to her, put both of her arms above her head, and held them there with a firm grip. I caressed the side of her face then trailed my fingers down her body until I reached the soft short curls above her sweet pussy.
"I'm going to see how many times I can make you come with my fingers," I told her lasciviously.
Her eyes widened in equal parts excitement and trepidation. I smiled wickedly at her as I slid my fingers through her wet folds until I found her core. I spread her wetness around her entrance for a moment then shoved two fingers into her with no warning whatsoever. She gasped and arched up, her arms fighting my hold on her wrists.
"Yes," I growled. "That's my good girl." I crooked my fingers until I found the spongy spot that I knew was her G-spot and started rubbing it continuously with firm strokes.
"Oh God!" she blurted out as her eyes rolled back and her hips thrust up into my hand. Her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers as she flew apart, keening and wailing out her pleasure. I increased the pace and the pressure with my fingers.
"Don't stop, sweetheart," I crooned. "Keep coming." Her wail went up an octave, and it sounded almost like she was singing. I released her wrists, and her upper body flew up off the mattress. I cupped the back of her head and pressed her face into my neck as her hands ran desperately through my hair, tugging and pulling hard. I felt her starting to come back down, so I pressed my thumb into her clit and rubbed her G-spot simultaneously. She screamed and practically sobbed as her body convulsed with pure pleasure. A gush of wetness hit my hand, making me groan and my cock swell even harder than it already was as I pressed it against her hip.
Before she could even catch her breath, I pulled my fingers out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto her knees. I lined my cock up with her soaked pussy and slammed into her hard and deep with no resistance at all. She was so warm and wet and unbelievably tight. My control finally snapped, and I gave in to my desire. I gripped her hips firmly, and fucked her hard and fast, my pace frantic and punishing. She didn't stop screaming, and I watched in fascination as my cock moved in and out of her pussy, her lips pulling at me with each thrust like she didn't want to let me go. It looked and felt absolutely incredible.
"Fuck, Natalie!" I shouted. "Fuck!"
Her body started to slump down onto the mattress, and I held her up as I pounded into her repeatedly. She seemed to be coming continuously, her voice getting ragged and hoarse from the constant screaming.
Suddenly, my body started to shutter. Hot blazing pleasure ignited inside me, exploding out from my balls and searing through me. My cock began to jerk and twitch as hot cum spilled out of me into Natalie. I pushed into her on last time in a deep and penetrating thrust that sent her flying one more time. We shattered apart together, our pleasure becoming one as we shouted out in unison, each of our bodies indistinguishable from the other. We were one being, one entity, filled with love and passion. When it was over, we lie tangled in each other's arms feeling satiated as we drifted off into mindless bliss. All our problems and worries were forgotten in this moment. Our love was the only thing that mattered.
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I was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of my Natalie crying. She wasn't loud, but her hitching breaths and soft sobs were enough to pull me out of sleep. I was lying on my side, so when I opened my eyes I was looking directly at her. Her face was illuminated by the dim light coming from the bathroom. I left the light on in case she got sick, and I didn't want her hurting herself getting to the bathroom in the dark. She was on her back staring up at the ceiling with tears streaming out of her sorrowful eyes. It broke my heart.
She was really starting to freak me out. She'd been an emotional mess ever since she found out that she was pregnant. At first, I thought it was just her changing hormones, but now I was starting to think that something else was going on with her. I was afraid to ask what was wrong, because I was beginning to wonder if she even wanted this baby. The thought made me ache deep in my chest, the memory of the abortion Paige had behind my back surging painfully up inside me.
I wanted this baby so badly, and now as I watched Natalie weeping, I feared that I was going to have my heart broken all over again. Was I destined never to have the family I longed for? If Natalie didn't want my baby, would I even be able to stay with her? What would I do without her? Shit. Now I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. We were both a fucked-up mess, and I didn't know what to do because I was terrified that finding out the truth would destroy me.
Natalie started to turn her head toward me, and I didn't have it in me to face her right now. I closed my eyes and rolled away from her, feigning sleep as the damn tears started leaking out of me. I stayed on my side weeping silently until I heard Natalie's soft sobbing stop and her breathing even out. I slowly rolled back toward her and found her sound asleep still on her back. I reached out carefully under the covers, and gently placed my hand on her belly. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with my hand resting protectively over my unborn child.
When I woke again, it was five o'clock and Natalie was curled up against me with her head on my chest. I lie there on my back for several long minutes, enjoying the feel of her warm soft body pressed up against mine before I finally got up and got dressed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed Natalie's crackers and a can of ginger ale, and brought it back to my room and set it on the nightstand. If she woke up feeling sick again, they would be there for her.
Thankfully, I took the day after Thanksgiving off, so I could spend a long weekend with Natalie. If I did everything right this weekend, maybe I could prove to her that this was going to work. Maybe I could prove to her that I was ser
ious about us and our future if I took better care of her. A feeling of determination came over me. I went into my closet and moved my stuff around to give her room to hang her clothes up. I was in the middle of emptying out a few drawers for her in my dresser when I heard her stir behind me.
"David? What are you doing?" she asked in a sleepy confused voice.
I turned and approached the bed. "I'm sorry I woke you up, sweetheart," I whispered as I sat next to her. She glanced at the empty drawer that was still open and then back at me.
"Why are you moving all your stuff around this early?" she asked with a perplexed expression.
"I emptied out a drawer for you, so you don't have to live out of a bag anymore," I said proudly. "I made some room in the closet too."
She stared at me with a startled expression that I could have sworn was tinged with fear. "Oh," she mumbled. "Th...thanks." She wasn't thrilled like I thought she would be, but maybe it was because she just woke up.
"How are you feeling?" I reached out and smoothed down some of her sleep mussed hair.
"I'm pretty nauseous," she said with a sudden deep frown.
"Here." I reached over and grabbed the ginger ale off the nightstand. I cracked it open and held it out to her. Her frown deepened.
"I'm really starting to hate this," she grumbled pathetically.
I wondered if she meant the morning sickness or carrying my baby. A pang of sorrow came over me. Maybe I was right after all. Maybe she didn't want a family with me. I tamped it down and forced a smile on my face. I wasn't going to go there right now. It hurt too bad to contemplate it.
She stared disdainfully at the can in my hand, then grudgingly took it. She sat and stared at it for a long moment before finally taking a few sips. She looked sad and miserable, and I had this sudden jolt of guilt. This is my fault. I did this to her. I ruined everything I have by getting her pregnant, just like last time. Pain knifed inside my chest, and it was all I could do to stuff it down. I thought I found closure when I shipped Paige off to her mother. I was so wrong.
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