by Sam Crescent
Chris gripped her hands and tugged. “Come on, we’ve got something else to do.”
He picked her up in his arms, startling her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to the one room I’ve not been with anyone.” He carried her through to her old bedroom. “This was your room, and I’d never bring anyone here.”
She knew she shouldn’t be, but Rachel was touched.
“I love you, Rachel. I’ll do everything I can to keep you. You want me to go looking for a new place, we’ll go looking for a new place.” He started to remove her clothing.
“Why are you not arguing with me?” Rachel asked, feeling the heat work its way through her body. Her nipples tightened as his hands skimmed over her body.
“I’m not arguing because you’re right. You know you’re right, and I know you’re right. There’s no point arguing when I know I’ll lose.” He removed her bra, leaning down and taking one breast into his mouth. She moaned, gripping his head.
She couldn’t stay mad at him. Rachel loved him with her whole heart. Dwelling on the hurt was not what she was about. After losing so many people in her life, she didn’t want to think about the pain or the bitterness.
“We’ll get someone to find us a house, and I’ll quit at the hospital. There’s another one across the city that will take me.”
“Can I still take my job at the bar?” she asked.
“The commute could be a bitch.”
“Not if we don’t move too far. We could live somewhere between there and the other hospital,” she said, getting her hopes up.
Chris chuckled. “Okay, it’s a done deal for you, right?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” She pushed his shirt all the way down, stroking a hand down his tanned flesh. “We’re in this together, and you still want me, right?”
He cupped the back of her neck, brought her close and slammed his lips down on hers.
“Never doubt my feelings for you, baby. I want you badly,” he said, whispering them against her lips. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You know how to stop me from speaking.”
“Count on it.” He released her neck to caress down her back and land on her ass. “God, I love your ass.”
Chris ran his hands all over the curves, moaning as he did.
She whimpered when he tightened hard, making the pleasure and pain crash together. Her nerves were all over the place.
Slowly, she heard and felt the zipper being tugged down. The skirt fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, and Chris tore the panties from her body, exposing her to him.
He palmed her naked pussy, slipping a finger through her slit.
“I love how fucking responsive you are.”
She tore herself out of his grip, going to her knees in front of him. Looking up at him, she smiled and reached for the zipper of his trousers.
“So fucking tempting.”
“For a doctor you’ve got really bad language.”
“You’re not my patient. I don’t care how I talk.”
Rachel pulled out the long length of his shaft, loving the way he cursed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Fingers wound their way into her hair. She whimpered as he tugged on the strands.
“Suck it, baby.”
She had every intention of sucking him. Now she was going to tease him before giving him what he wanted.
****
Her mouth was sheer heaven. Chris gritted his teeth trying to keep hold of the small sanity he had left. Rachel was a goddess and he merely her subject as she took him into her mouth.
Closing his eyes, he let himself simply feel the pleasure her lips were creating. She licked along the vein then up and around the tip. Opening his eyes, he watched her lick the tip, taking pre-cum as she did.
She truly was amazing.
When she’d mentioned him leaving her or kicking her out, he’d panicked. Never had he felt worried about losing a woman. Losing Claire had never entered his head when she’d taken that final plane ride. Rachel was part of his life, and he’d rather chop off a limb than risk losing her.
He would do everything to keep her close beside him.
Gripping her hair, he increased her thrusts, trying to make her take him deeper. She wrapped her fingers around his length, stopping him from going too deep. He released her hair to stroke her face.
“You look so beautiful sucking my cock.” She gazed up at him. Her face was flushed and her eyes dilated with arousal.
Chris needed inside her badly. Watching her suck him was driving him crazy. Pulling out of her mouth, he took her hands from around his dick. Lifting her to her feet, he stepped out of the trousers around his ankles.
“I was enjoying that.”
“I loved you doing it.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he walked her to the back of the bed. Her room didn’t have the mirror and wherever they moved to would have mirrors. “But I need to be inside your tight cunt.”
She gasped. “You’re so crass sometimes.”
“I’m crass all the time, baby. When it comes to you I want everything.”
Easing her back on the bed, he followed her, settling between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking wet. Sliding his erect cock through her slit, he coated the shaft with her cream, loving the way she thrust up to meet him.
“Please, Chris, don’t tease me.”
“Promise me you’re not going to leave me,” he said.
She frowned. “I’m not going to leave you.”
He locked their fingers together before resting them to the bed on either side of her head.
Chris pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance so only the head was lodged inside her body. He held her down, stopping him from going deeper or from her pushing up.
“You’re being mean on purpose,” she said, whimpering.
“No, I’m not.” He stared down into her eyes. “I’m promising you, Rachel, there will never be another woman in my life. You’re the only person I want in my life.” Chris leaned down, kissing her lips. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you.”
Staring down into her eyes, Chris realized he couldn’t lose her. Rachel was the one and only person who could stop him from ruining his life. She meant everything to him. The feelings coursing around his body startled him. He knew he loved her and would do everything to protect her. Chris had never before given much thought to just how much she meant to him.
“Please tell me you forgive me.”
Rachel didn’t look away, not once did she look away from him.
“I forgive you, Chris.”
“From now on I want you to come to me whenever you’re worried or are concerned about what’s going to happen. Do you promise?”
“Will you just fuck me?” she asked, pouting.
“Promise me.”
She was silent for several seconds. “You’re not going to give up until you get what you want, are you?”
“You know me.” He’d always win, but when it came to Rachel, he didn’t know if he was capable of winning anything.
“Fine, I promise.”
He plunged hard and deep inside her. She cried out. Her nails sank into his hands. They both gasped together.
Chris kept his gaze on hers feeling the ripples of her tight cunt around him. There was nowhere else he wanted to be other than inside her.
Slowly, he eased out of her tight warmth. Dropping his gaze from hers, he watched his slick cock pulling out of her. “Watch us together,” he said.
Her gaze followed his, looking between them. They were as one with only his tip inside her once again.
Slamming inside her, he returned his focus to her eyes. She cried out, and her eyes closed. Kissing her lips, he plundered her mouth as he did her body. She moaned, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. They were in time with each other. Their bodies answered the call where their words could not. He’d never been attuned to anyone else before in his
life. The pleasure was intense, almost magical flowing between them.
Kissing down her body, he sucked one red-tipped nipple into his mouth. He bit down on the flesh, feeling the answering ripple in her cunt.
She screamed, fighting his hands in an attempt to escape him. He released her breast, flicking the tip as blood returned to it.
“Tell me to stop when it’s too much,” he said.
“It’s not too much. It feels amazing. What you do to me is amazing. I never want it to stop.”
Going to his knees, he pounded inside her, awakening a need that he thought had died. With the death of Claire, he believed he never wanted a family or child again. Staring into Rachel’s eyes, he felt the need once again.
He wanted a family with her and to give her everything that had been taken away from the both of them at some point in their life.
“I love you, Chris. Don’t leave me,” she said.
“I won’t, baby. You’ve got me for life.”
They found their peak together. Their climax brought cries of pleasure from their lips. Chris watched her through the haze of his own relief.
Only when the pleasure started to ebb away did he collapse on top of her. For the first time since they’d been together, Chris hoped he’d given her a baby.
“You’re too heavy,” she said, tapping his back.
Moving off her, he pressed a hand to her stomach, really thinking about what they’d done together. He hadn’t used any protection and not once had he seen her taking pills for protection.
Chris wanted to ask her more than anything. Instead, he snuggled up tight against her. Questions at this time could spoil the time they spent together. He wasn’t going to risk it.
“I love you,” he said.
“We’re saying that a lot.”
“We mean it.”
Staring into her eyes, he caressed her face, knowing he’d do everything to keep her.
Chapter Eleven
Rachel watched the woman eyeing up her man. The estate agent was supposed to be showing them the perfect house, and all she was doing was flirting with Chris. Rachel had to give points to Chris because he didn’t flirt back, not once. In fact, he pulled her tighter against him. The agent, Samantha, her name was, looked between them.
“So, is this for your sister?” Samantha asked.
Chris chuckled. “No, this is for us, isn’t it, baby? It’s time we found a house together.”
They’d looked at other apartments, but there was nothing to suit their needs. Some of the apartments had been crap and in the bad part of the city. Chris had lost his temper at one of the agents for showing him crap viewings.
She smiled up at him. “We’re hoping to start a family.”
“Congratulations,” Samantha said, meaning anything but. Rachel saw the difference in the woman. Her back was stiff, and her voice lost all trace of flirtation.
“I don’t think she likes us,” Chris said, whispering against her ear. She shivered as his breath brushed the fine hairs across her neck.
It was four weeks to Christmas, and she wanted to find a house and be settled in that time.
“She likes you a lot. Me, not so much.”
The kitchen was large with a nice range cooker. Whenever Samantha pointed out certain facts, Chris spoke up saying he’d change everything. Rachel struggled throughout it all to keep a straight face. Samantha was really trying to sell them something, and Chris wasn’t happy.
“I don’t like this house,” Chris said, twenty minutes later after the woman had been talking nonstop about all the important features.
“We’ve got to pick a place. I’m not spending my first Christmas in your bachelor pad of love.”
They’d been looking for the last three days. Chris was working out his notice at the hospital and had already signed a contract at the hospital across the city. They had marked, on a map, the area where they were looking for places. Rachel was starting to hate not having a budget on what they were looking for. Chris never batted an eyelid at the cost of the houses while she tried to figure out the cost of rent and how much she’d have for groceries and other bills.
“I’ve got one more house to show you from my list,” Samantha said.
Chris got the directions, and Rachel walked back to the car. She climbed inside, hoping Chris would hurry up and get there so he could put the heater on. When he left the house they’d just looked at, she knew something had happened. The scowl on his face looked threatening, and Samantha didn’t even look in their direction.
“Okay, what the hell happened? You were laughing and smiling when I left you,” she said, rubbing her hands together.
“She tried to fucking kiss me. I can’t believe some women. I’m with you, and yet they think they stand a chance.” He shook his head.
“Did she get to kiss you?” Rachel asked.
“No, thank God. I would hate to think where those lips have been before me.”
Rachel giggled. He’d been open and honest about the women in his life. She didn’t even get jealous when he mentioned the women at work. He kept them all at arms’ length. She knew he had a hard time dealing with her working in the bar. David was a wonderful boss. She enjoyed working, serving drinks, and chatting with the customers. It was one of the few jobs she actually enjoyed doing.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I trust you. It’s nice for you to see what I’ve had to deal with for a long time now. It’s not fun being all sexy, is it?” she asked, resting her head against the back of her seat.
Recently she found herself feeling sick more. This morning when she’d woken up alone, she’d been so overcome by sickness that she’d spent thirty minutes in the bathroom.
“Well, we’re going to have to tell everyone that knows us I’m taken. We’re a family, Rachel. Don’t leave me alone with that woman again.”
She laughed and stared out of the window. They were a family together.
Samantha was already opening the door to the final house. The front garden looked to be in need of some tender loving care. Rachel climbed out of the car slowly, taking a look around at the garden. Before her eyes, she saw herself weeding and planting. Frowning, in her mind she saw herself pregnant with a swollen stomach and a child dancing around her feet.
Cutting the thoughts and the images off, she followed Chris inside the house. The space was breathtaking. The rooms had high ceilings and windows. The moment she stepped inside, she felt at home as if she was supposed to be there. Not once in the places they’d visited did she feel at home. Samantha started talking, explaining the features. Rachel ignored her, looking around for herself.
She took a good look around each room. Chris didn’t leave her side, holding her hand. The kitchen was a decent size, and Rachel knew it was the place for her. Once she saw the rooms upstairs, along with the bathroom and the back yard, she was so happy.
“What do you think?” Chris asked. Rachel pulled him to one side.
“Don’t you feel at home here?” She couldn’t stop the smile on her lips.
“It needs some work.”
“I love it here. The yards can wait until spring and summer. This is the house for us, Chris, trust me.”
He kept his gaze on her. His hands wrapped around her back. They stood in the center of the room, staring at each other. She kept her hands on his face, feeling the pulse of arousal coursing through her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
She nodded, feeling a little disappointed that he didn’t feel the connection like she did.
Chris turned to Samantha. “We’ll take it. How soon until we move in?” he asked.
“You can move in this afternoon. You’ll need to come back and sign some paperwork.” Samantha went on and on.
Ignoring her, Rachel pulled out of his hold and moved toward the kitchen. She touched a hand to her stomach and felt at ease. Then as her thoughts started to make sense, she panicked. The sickness wasn’t down to fast moving or the flu.
She was pregnant.
How stupid could she get not to even think of the two together?
She jumped, startled as Chris wrapped his arms around her waist. “What are you thinking about, baby?” he asked.
“Nothing. It’s so stupid.” She turned her head, smiling at him. “Will you take me to work?”
“Sure.”
He led her out of the house. She looked back, yearning for it. Chris talked about what he’d do. Rachel ignored what he had to say. It didn’t matter about the work needed to complete the house.
When he pulled up outside of the bar, she leaned over to kiss him. She was going to brush lips together. He cupped the back of her head, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She relaxed against him, moaning.
Arousal coursed through her at his touch.
“I’ll see you after work, okay?”
She nodded. “Have fun signing the documents.”
Rachel left him, walking into the bar. It was busy like it was every other lunchtime. David greeted her, and she held a finger up, escaping to the staff’s bathroom. Opening the first stall, she threw up everything she’d eaten in the last couple of days.
“Wow, gross. Erm, not cool of me to say that, but here,” David said, pressing some tissues into her hand.
“Thanks, you don’t have to stick around.”
“Do you need to go home?” he asked.
“No, it’ll pass in a few minutes. Just give me a little room, and I’ll be fine.” She stopped speaking as another wave of sickness claimed her. Throwing up into the toilet, Rachel closed her eyes, wishing Chris was with her.
Can’t tell him. Not yet, not ready to tell him.
After several minutes passed, Rachel pressed the tissues against her mouth and took deep breaths. When she knew it was over, she stood and faced her boss.
“Holy crap, you’re pregnant.”
She passed him to lean against the sink. “Are you going to fire me?” she asked.
“Do you know for certain if you’re pregnant?”
She shook her head. “It only just dawned on me today while looking at stupid houses. What the hell am I going to tell Chris?”
Why was she talking about this with David? He didn’t even know her that well.