by Terra Wolf
Her lips collapsed under my steady pressure. I nudged her mouth open, and I touched her tongue with mine. All my throbbing passion burst out of me. I had to have her. I had to see her crumble with desire.
I pinned her against piles of coats. They separated until Bianca’s back hit the wall behind. I followed her into the shadows. I plowed my hips against her dress until she sobbed and seethed under my weight. Oh, yes, she was so good!
In a flash, I flipped her around. I jammed her chest into the wall and went to work on her with both hands. I grabbed her tits in both hands, and her neckline scooted down. Her tits fell out into my grasp. Oh, sweet Jesus, I loved those tits so much!
I pinched her nipples, slowly teasing them with each flick of my fingers. She heaved to get free from my commanding bulk, but I held her in place with my hips and chest. I ground my bulging cock into her ass, that majestic ass I admired so much.
She writhed in my hands. She backed her ass against me and rubbed me harder than ever. She mewed and moaned under her breath. She was ready for it.
14
Bianca
After we were done he guided me out of the closet. The coat check guy didn’t see us, but Dillon stopped near the hall entrance. He pulled me closer. “Hey. Let’s get out of here.”
I gasped. “What? You want to leave?”
He slipped an arm around my waist. “Let’s go home now. Let’s not wait.”
“Do you really mean that?”
He cocked his head. “Don’t tell me you really want those kids hitting on you. I can take care of you at home. I’m everything you’ll ever need.”
A mischievous smirk spread across my face. “All right. If you really want to.”
He texted the limo driver. In a few minutes, we sat holding hands in the limo, on our way home.
He kissed me on the forehead. “I had a good time tonight.”
I laughed. “I’m sure you did.”
“I mean it,” he replied. “I always have a good time with you. I really enjoy our time together.”
I started to say, “Listen, Dillon,” when the limo stopped outside our building. He got out before I could say anything, and pretty soon, the elevator closed in our own penthouse.
Dillon poured himself a drink at the wet bar. I gazed out the windows. It was now or never. I couldn’t look this man in the eye when he said he enjoyed my company. I couldn’t lie to him anymore.
He came back with a glass of tonic water for me. He kissed me when he set it in my hand. His warm breath breezed into my face, and he steered me toward the couch. I stiffened and pressed my hands against his chest to push him away.
The moment I gave him the slightest pressure, I could feel his anger bubbling up inside of him. He whirled around and put his glass down on the bar.
“I’ve had enough of this shit! I just took you in that closet at my company’s gala, and now you’re pushing me away again. I’m not putting up with this one more day. What the hell is going on with you? Don’t you want to do this anymore? You want to go back to the south side where you belong? Is that it?”
I clapped my hands over my ears. “Stop it! Stop it right now! Do you think I want this? Do you think I don’t feel bad enough about it already?”
He grabbed both my arms and shook me. “Do you know the worst part? I cared about you. I’m such a putz I actually started to care about you. I should have known you were only in it for the money. I never should have given you the time of day.”
“I care about you, too, Dillon. Don’t you know that?”
“How can I know that when you won’t even look at me? You let me fuck you, but when I try to kiss you and cuddle you, you push me away. What’s a guy supposed to think?”
I struggled to free myself. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I never meant to keep it a secret. Julie said the contract would end if I painted you in a bad light. I made a mistake, okay? That’s all it was—a big mistake. Can’t you understand that?”
“What are you talking about?” he bellowed. “What was a big mistake? What’s the big secret?”
I closed my eyes against the onrushing tide. I covered my ears to stop myself from hearing those dreadful words. “I’m pregnant, okay? I’m pregnant!”
15
Dillon
I stared at her with my mouth open. She didn’t just say those words. I stared so long she slumped on the couch by my knees and covered her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Dillon. I really am. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to tell you, but I couldn’t keep the secret any longer. I’ve been going out of my mind worrying about this. I was terrified this would destroy our contract and it would all be over between us. I didn’t want that to happen. I just wanted everything to keep going between us, the way it was before. I’m sorry. I know I ruined everything. Can you forgive me?”
My body couldn’t contain the rising energy building inside it, my bear ramming against the surface. I was going to be a father? All these years, I never really thought that would happen. I never found a woman that I wanted to keep around and settle down with, until I met Bianca. She changed my whole outlook on everything. I couldn’t believe it. I was excited.
I snatched her off the couch and kissed her. I had developed strong feelings for Bianca over this last month together. I wanted her to stick around after the contract was over, for us to become a real family. And now with this, we truly could.
“You’re pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known? Is this what you were acting so weird about? I can’t believe it!”
I burst into hysterical laughter. I couldn’t stop swinging her around and kissing her. She fought her way out of my arms. “Wait a minute. You’re happy about this?”
“This is the greatest thing ever!” I cried. “ Deep down, I always wanted to be a father, but I never thought that would be possible given with how I was with women. But you have changed everything, Bianca. Why didn’t you tell me? Didn’t you know how happy I’d be? Just wait ‘til the press finds out. This is better than I ever dreamed possible.” I kissed her again.
She wouldn’t stop staring at me. “You’re happy about this? You won’t throw me out on the streets?”
I came to standstill in front of her. I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off his face, not even when I saw how surprised she was. “Listen to me, Bianca. I really, really like you. I’ve never been this happy with anybody before. We’re gonna have a baby. We’re gonna bring this cub into the world, and we’re gonna give it all the love it can stand. Do you hear me? We’re gonna make this the greatest thing to happen in the history of the world.”
She didn’t respond. She just stood there and blinked up at me. I could have knocked her over with a feather. At last, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her, and the floodgates opened. The invisible wall holding us apart came tumbling down.
I kissed her and kissed her some more. The ice thawed, and when she started to respond, the passionate warmth exploded through her lips. She flung herself at me with all her power. She came at me stronger than I could remember since our first days together. She didn’t hold back. She didn’t question. No nagging doubt made her hesitate.
I accepted her into my grateful arms and my bear’s hunger for her was insatiable. I scooped her up, and she strapped her legs around my waist. She burned in my embrace like never before. She mauled my lips and bit my tongue. She thrust her breasts into my face until I didn’t know what to kiss first.
I ravaged down her neck and nosed her neckline aside. She nibbled my forehead and my ears. She gasped and panted. Little noises squeaked out of her with every breath. God, I loved her when she was like this. There. I said it—or at least I thought it. I loved her. I loved everything about her. I never wanted to live without her, and I loved her this way a long time before I found out she was having my cub.
From the moment I laid eyes on Bianca, I knew it was her. My bear chose her. She was my mate. Forever.
I took a step toward the couch, bu
t her twisting, wriggling form made me lose my balance. I started to fall forward, but I recovered in time. I spun around, so I landed on my ass with her on top of me.
She smothered me all over with her glorious body. She ripped her dress down and pointed both her majestic breasts in my face. She crammed one of them into my mouth, and her alabaster flesh blocked my nose.
I snuffled into her beautiful folds. I couldn’t get enough of her. I tore her dress the rest of the way off to expose those curves I adored so much. She clawed my clothes off just as fast. She ripped my shirt open and took a mouthful of my skin. She mauled me up and down while her delicate fingers took hold of my belt.
My cock thumped between her legs. My nerves jangled touching her immaculate flesh. My head swam, and lights flashed before my eyes, but I couldn’t stop kissing her and biting those rapturous nipples and crushing my cock into her pussy.
She slapped my belt back and unzipped me. She had my cock out so fast I didn’t know what to do. She pounced on it in all her animal madness. She jammed it in hard and sat down deep. I gasped out loud at the stunning intensity, but she already bounced up and down. She shook her hair back and moaned.
Her cheeks flushed, and her tongue glistening wet and red inside her open mouth. Her eyes drifted half-closed, and her nostrils flared. Her wet pussy spanked against my pubic bone as I felt myself go deep inside of her. My nuts tightened between her ass cheeks. Christ, she was good!
I rested both hands on her hips, but I didn’t need to pump. I leaned back on the couch and let her do what she wanted. She knew how to get herself there. She would get herself there in no time if I didn’t interfere.
I lay back and admired her. She was pregnant. Now that I knew, I recognized the signs. Her breasts hung fuller and more curvaceous than ever on her chest. Her hips spread to meet my pelvis driving up between her legs. That ass rounded so nice and firm in my hands.
She stroked back and forth on my lap. She took my cock to its limit and dabbled it out to her puffy entrance. She picked up speed, and her breasts swayed faster.
The words kept repeating in my mind. She was pregnant. She was pregnant. I was going to be a father, and I couldn’t have prayed for a better match to be the baby’s mother.
She sucked her breath between her teeth. Her cries rose to a shrill pitch. She dug her fingernails into my stomach and humped me for all she was worth. She closed her eyes, and her head lolled back. She let out one piercing shriek after another, and her gushing juices bathed me in heavenly bliss.
She collapsed forward, and her dark hair curtained off her face. Her head fell on my shoulder, and I hugged her close. I loved her so much at times like this.
She melted against me. She moved wherever I put her. I kissed her sweet soul. I had her back. The distant awkward monster I thought haunted my bedroom no longer devoured her heart. She lay exposed and precious before me.
She responded to my every attention. She swirled her tongue around my mouth. Her lips danced over my mouth in such magical circles, I couldn’t bear it. I caressed the hair out of her eyes and kissed her beautiful cheeks. I almost burst into tears, I loved her so much.
My cock pulsed inside her and her muscles answered me. Even when neither of us moved, she titillated me to quivering ecstasy. She whimpered when I started up again, but she didn’t hold back. She rotated her hips in gentle spirals to match my driving rhythm. I caught my breath. I couldn’t stand this. I had to have her. I had to fill her with my essence, so she never got away.
I pumped faster, faster. I grabbed two handfuls of ass to pound her against me. Her flesh quivered all over when I slammed it against her bones. Her tightened all around me. She whined and heaved in my hands.
Holy fuck! My cock burned with every blistering thrust. I couldn’t get enough of her. I had to keep going. I had to get there. I had to take her in all her glory.
She laced her fingers through my hair, but I couldn’t kiss her anymore. I marshaled all my strength just to keep breathing against the onslaught. My lips wouldn’t function, and my breath rasped against her lips. I found myself falling, falling into those hypnotic eyes holding me captive.
16
Bianca
Faster than lightning, Dillon snatched at my body with his monstrous hands. He flipped me over on the couch, so I lay on my side facing away from him. He seized my hips and jerked me back against him. His cock plowed into my wetness and found its place in my core.
He grappled hold of my thigh and lifted it out of the way. The air tingled on my wetness as he moved one hand down to my clit. I arched my head back. He caught one hand around my chin to bend me farther. My head came to rest on his shoulder again, and he grunted in my ear.
His rough, animal sounds excited me beyond comprehension. He was raw and male and dominating. I loved him when he got like this. I loved him. I wanted him in more ways than I could explain. I wanted to be the one to make him cum. I wanted to be the one to hear him moan in exhausted distress right before he shot his load all over me. I wanted to bathe in his sweat and kiss away the lines of sleepless strain after a long night of unbridled sex.
I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted every last inch of his cock bulging with distended veins. And more importantly, I wanted his heart. Because he already had mine.
His fingers moved faster around my clit as his hips pumped into mine. I tensed all over. I flailed against his grip, but he kept pounding. His cock burrowed into the deepest recesses of my insides while his fingers worked me into a screaming frenzy.
An electric spark ran down my body. My ass thrust back to meet him. I couldn’t control it. I felt my whole body begin to shake as loud moans escaped my lips.
I moaned in response because I knew I couldn’t form words.
He pounded harder than ever. His hips pulverized my ass, but his plunging cock touched those hidden secrets inside me. My body shook harder as I felt my orgasm overtake me.
His muscles flexed all around me. His shoulders bulged, and his biceps strained to grapple me against him, even as his driving rhythm pushed me away. We moaned together, and I felt him fill my body completely. His hips slowed as my moans started to fade and I felt my body collapse onto his.
Luscious warmth and softness surrounded me on all sides. It cradled my bare flesh, but when I turned over, I realized I wasn’t on the couch anymore. I was lying in the bedroom under the down comforter.
I stretched out one arm, but I didn’t find Dillon in bed with me. My eyes snapped open. Where was he? I sat up and looked around. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a cry. White roses scattered all over the floor, over the dresser and the bedside table. They covered every surface, but I didn’t see Dillon anywhere.
What did this mean? What was he trying to tell me? He must really care about me. He didn’t just want to raise a baby with me. He wanted ME. He wanted us to be the real deal. I shut my mouth with a click. All this time, I thought he was just enjoying his year as a married man.
Could we be a real couple? Could we really love each other as much as if we’d chosen each other? Heaven knew I wanted him. I would have chosen him myself if I hadn’t applied for this job. I never dreamed I could get a guy like him, that I could be sleeping with him and kissing him in a penthouse like this.
Did he feel the same way about me? He probably never would have chosen an out-of-work accountant if he had a choice. He wouldn’t have chosen anybody. He would have kept on loving ‘em and leaving ‘em to the end of his days. Instead, he got saddled with me.
Did I dare believe I’d won his heart the way he won mine? I had to find him. I had to hold him and kiss him, even if he was in the middle of his morning workout. I threw on my bathrobe and went out to the living room. No Dillon. I didn’t even really know how to find his home gym in this maze of a penthouse. How could I find him? How could I show him how I really felt about him, that I felt the same way? I poked my head into the kitchen. Still nothing.
Muffled voices drew me toward a door on the far
side of the living room. Dillon told me it was his office, even though I’d never seen the door open. He never worked in there when I was around. He kept his business strictly separate from everything connected with me.
At that moment, a crash startled me out of my skin. That definitely came from the office, and the voices rose to shouts behind the door. I crept forward to listen, but I couldn’t make out a sound. I dared to press my ear to the door.
“Forget it!” Dillon shouted. “I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me. Shut up! I don’t take orders from you. I’ve had enough of this shit, and I’m not doing it anymore.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He didn’t want me after all, so what were those roses all about? What should I do?
“I’ve done everything you said. I’ve bowed and scraped. You’ve made me a laughing stock in front of the whole world. Well, this is my goddamn life! Do you hear me? Forget it.”
A laughing stock? Is that what this marriage meant to him? He never cared about me. He never wanted anything from me but sex. I should have known.
Who was he talking to that way? What could he be talking about if not this fake marriage? He must be talking to his team—maybe Julie. Julie would come over in a few minutes, and that would be the end of Bianca Dawson.
Something smashed behind that door again. “No! Are you listening to a word I said? Yes, I heard you, and now you’re gonna listen to me. I won’t do it. I won’t go through with this, so just forget it. You can’t make me. Do you know what you’re asking? You want to ruin my life even more than it’s already been ruined. I never should have listened to you. I never should have gone through with this in the first place. I would have been a lot better off.”
Cold hard sadness crept over my body. He would have been a lot better off he never married me. That’s what he really meant. This marriage ruined his life. I ruined his life. He wouldn’t go through with this. That’s what the roses meant. He wanted to break it off, and that was his way of softening the blow.