by Tia Siren
She looked up at me, staring at me as if she could see right into my soul. “I don’t think it would be good for the baby.”
My world tilted as the words sank in. She had said it so matter-of-factly, I almost didn’t believe the words. I was convinced my brain had substituted baby for belly. She couldn’t be. She would have told me. I knew how much she wanted a baby and how excited she must be to be pregnant.
I reached a hand out to her flat belly. “The baby?” I croaked out. “It’s not good for the baby?” I repeated the words, clarifying what she had said.
She nodded her head. “Yes, I’m pregnant. Drinking alcohol wouldn’t be good for the baby. Plus, I’m dealing with some morning sickness and don’t even want to think about drinking.”
Grinning, I barely stopped myself from hooting with glee. I had gotten her pregnant. I felt virile, like a real man. I had done something amazing. I could feel my chest puffing up with pride. When I met her eyes again, she was glaring at me.
“What’s wrong? You’re not happy about this? We’re pregnant, Mia!”
“I’m pregnant.”
It felt as if ice water had been dumped over my head. “It’s mine,” I stated, not asked.
I knew it was mine. Mia was not the type to sleep around, and she had told me it had been a while since she’d slept with anyone else. I knew she wouldn’t cheat on me, even if we hadn’t been officially together. In my mind, we had been.
With that realization, a new slew of emotions cascaded over me. “It’s mine and you didn’t tell me you were pregnant! What the fuck?”
She flinched at my sudden change in demeanor. “Excuse me?” she said, her own temper clearly rising. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“I know that’s my baby. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. And if you do say that, I’m going to be kicking some serious ass,” I said, glaring at her. “I know you didn’t cheat on me.”
“Of course it’s yours, you ass! I didn’t cheat on you because we aren’t together!”
“Yes, we are! Were you even going to tell me?” I shouted.
“Don’t you dare yell at me!” she yelled back.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t yell at the mother of my child. I did not want the first memory my child had of me to be me yelling at its mother.
“How long have you known?” I asked, feeling betrayed by her secrecy.
She shrugged a shoulder and refused to look at me.
“How long, Mia?”
“A week or two,” she mumbled.
I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach. “What the hell? You knew and you didn’t tell me? You’ve been dodging my calls and ignoring my texts up until a couple days ago. You weren’t going to tell me, were you?”
“I was going to tell you. It wasn’t like it was going to change anything. I was just waiting until the right time. I didn’t want to tell you in case I miscarried.”
“Miscarried?” I asked, suddenly terrified.
“I’m not saying I’m going to, but it happens. I just didn’t want to go through all this if we didn’t have to. Besides, me being pregnant doesn’t change anything between us. We are at an impasse.”
“It changes everything!”
She shook her head. “Not for me it doesn’t. I don’t want to get married because of a stupid pact, and I definitely don’t want to get married just because I’m pregnant.”
I took a few deep breaths. This was my fault. I hadn’t told her how I felt and had nearly lost her and the child I had created with her. I vowed right then and there to be better at telling her how I felt.
I took a step toward her. She looked up at me, weariness on her face. “Brad,” she whispered.
“Shh,” I told her, reaching out one hand to stroke her cheek.
She shook her head. “It can’t be about sex alone. I want more.”
I nodded my head, bent down, and picked her up. She looked at me with resignation on her face as I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on top of the huge four-poster bed. She watched as I pulled her leggings down before moving to pull her shirt over her head.
“Why do you want me to marry you? What are you looking for?” I asked, staring down at her gorgeous body.
“I want love, Brad. I don’t want convenience. I want a marriage built on love. A family made from love. A pact isn’t going to give us what we’re both looking for,” she said softly.
I could hear the sadness in her voice. It hurt me to see her in pain. “Okay.”
She shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t want you to marry me because you feel obligated. I want you to marry me because you love me.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“What?” she asked.
I stripped off my shirt, anxious to have her. She moved to cover herself.
“Don’t,” I ordered, grabbing her hand from between her legs. I wanted to look at her, all of her, even the most intimate places. I had seen it all before, but it was like I was seeing her with a fresh set of eyes. She was my woman. She was the mother of my child and my future wife. Hopefully, the wife thing wasn’t that far in our future.
I reached for my belt, ready to strip down and bury myself deep inside her. The look on her face made me stop. She looked worried, scared, and even a little angry.
“Mia?”
She sighed. “Brad, I’m not denying we have great sex. I like sex with you. It is amazing. It just isn’t enough for me.”
I smirked. “Baby, I know it’s enough for you.”
The look on her face told me that was not what she meant, and she didn’t find my comment funny at all. She made a move to wiggle away from me. Her arm snaked out as she reached for the blanket.
“No,” I said in a voice that left no room for arguing.
She dropped the blanket.
“The woman I love doesn’t hide herself from me.”
She stared into my eyes, and I saw the moment the words hit home. It had certainly took long enough. She moved her hand away from her breast, looking at me with such love, I nearly came in my pants. I ripped my belt off and shucked my pants.
“That’s better,” I said with a grin before climbing on the bed beside her.
I was going to tell her and show her in every way I knew how. I wanted her to know I loved her with every fiber of my being. Actions spoke louder than words. I was about ready to prove that old saying true.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mia
Did he actually just say what I thought he said? I couldn’t have heard him right. Then I remembered what he had said when he showed up at the hotel room door. He loved me? The man had an odd way of saying things. In fact, he didn’t actually come right out and say the three little words. He bandied them about in conversation.
I opened my mouth to ask him. Instead of words leaving my mouth, his tongue filled it as his hand ran up my nude body. I would have to ask him later. For now, I wanted to enjoy what he was doing to my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he ran a trail of kisses over my jawbone. “I want you so bad.”
“Have me,” I murmured.
“I’m going to. I’m going to have you in every way.”
He stopped kissing and rose over me, looking down at me. “Are you feeling okay though? I mean, is this okay?”
I smiled and nodded, feeling emboldened. “I’m feeling horny and wet if that’s what you’re asking. Don’t hold back. My body is primed and ready. We can do what we normally would,” I assured him.
His mouth slammed into mine with a ravenous kiss. I could barely breathe as he pressed his mouth to my lips, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. My hands went to his back, my nails digging into the skin. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I moaned low in my throat and tried to move under him. I wanted him inside me.
“Slow down,” he murmured against my cheek. “I want to enjoy every minute of this.”
I whimpered. “I n
eed you.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
His mouth moved to suckle my breasts with such tenderness, I wanted to weep. My hands moved down his back, raking a trail across his skin as I moved to his ass. I squeezed hard, digging my nails in, demanding more.
He got the message. “You want me inside you?” he growled.
“Yes!”
“I don’t know if you’re ready,” he whispered, running one finger up my slit.
I was soaked, drenched with need. “I’m ready.”
“I don’t know,” he said, running his finger around my hole but not pushing in.
I whimpered. “Please.”
“Please what, Mia? What do you want?”
“I want you.”
“You want me to do what?” he asked, still circling my pussy and softly running his finger up and down my clit.
“Fuck me.”
“Ask nicely.”
I groaned as his fingers spread my lips wide. Air brushed over my exposed center, making me wild with need.
“Fuck me!” I shouted, feeling desperate.
“Uh-huh. You didn’t ask,” he said, kissing my neck and then firmly sucking the sensitive skin while holding my lips wide.
My pussy contracted, waiting to be filled.
“Oh God,” I moaned, feeling the stirrings of what I knew was only the first climax he would give me. “Please fuck me?”
A single finger shoved inside me. My pussy exploded around it, welcoming the invasion. I bucked and writhed on the bed while his finger moved in and out. His mouth was moving over my neck, sucking and biting little bits of skin.
He rolled to his back, reaching for me to move me on top of him. I leaned down and kissed him as I straddled his thighs, ready to impale myself on his hard dick. His hands moved to my hips, easing me down slowly over his cock.
I sat up and looked down at him. His eyes were squeezed close and his jaw was clenched as I slowly lowered my pussy over his dick, taking him in one inch at a time.
“Fuck!” he managed to get out between his gritted teeth.
I rotated my hips, taking him a little deeper. Being completely filled by the man I loved was turning me on more than I had ever been.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking move.”
I stayed where I was, watching him drag in deep breaths. His cock was vibrating inside me with each breath. He moved back a couple inches on the bed, driving into me and striking a nerve deep within my pussy.
I gasped as the sensation slammed into me. “Oh!”
He watched me and jerked up again.
“Oh God,” I moaned, feeling my toes curl.
“You like that?” he asked.
I nodded my head before letting it drop back. My hair brushed over my back, and I realized it had somehow come out of the bun. I put my hands in my hair and shook it out.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “God damn you’re so fucking hot. Do it again!”
I rolled my head back and forth while holding my hair up and away from my neck.
He jerked up, a slight motion with his hips. “Ride me,” he ordered.
My hands dropped to his chest, my fingers running over his nipples and squeezing as I rocked back and forth in a slow, steady motion.
“Harder!”
I rocked forward before forcefully impaling myself on his dick.
“More!”
My body sprang into action, riding him hard and fast. I felt as if I were on a bucking bronco when he started bouncing on the bed below me, his thrusts hitting high. I pinched his nipples and pulled. He shouted out something incoherent. I couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing through my ears as I rode out the longest orgasm of my life.
I collapsed against his chest when the climax finally released me. I struggled to catch my breath. I could feel his hardness deep inside me and realized he still hadn’t come. I smiled, knowing I was going to be fucked hard once again.
I pushed myself up and kissed him.
“I’m not done yet,” he growled.
“I know. That makes me happy,” I mumbled.
He rocketed up, sitting face to face with me, his dick still buried deep inside me. He jerked forward, pushing into me as his butt slid across the bed. I had no idea where he was going, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for what would be a thrilling ride. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground.
“Get off,” he demanded.
“Not yet,” I gasped, feeling another orgasm close but still out of reach.
“Get off!” he said, pushing me backward.
My feet hit the floor as my pussy released his dick. I instantly felt the absence and wanted to crawl back on his lap.
He spun me around. “Now sit,” he demanded.
I smiled and slowly sat on his lap, feeling the head of his cock probing my hole. He reached up and squeezed my sensitive breasts, gently massaging and tweaking my nipples as I seated myself on his lap, taking him deep inside me.
“There you go. Bounce up and down on my dick,” he ordered.
I slowly raised myself up before sliding back down. The position gave him full penetration, his dick rubbing over my clit with each stroke. My pussy was weeping, ready to come again.
He moved one hand down my stomach, putting a finger to the place we were joined. I sat back against him, relishing in the feel of his cock deep inside me. I was stretched full, and every pulse of his heartbeat was throbbing inside me. His finger started to massage around his dick. He pressed against the hard nub and began to rub circles.
My head dropped back to rest against his shoulder while he rubbed the sensitive area. I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t move as the orgasm started in my toes. Every muscle tensed to the point of pain as the sensation spiraled through my body and out to the tips of my fingers, my hair standing on end.
A low keening sound escaped my slightly parted lips. I had no control over my body as he rubbed. Then he stopped right when I got close to fully succumbing to the climax.
“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear.
I made a move to slide up his dick, but he held me firmly in place.
“No.”
I whimpered, wanting the release that would ease the tension he had created in my muscles. His hand moved to my knee, opening my legs wide as I straddled his dick.
His finger circled my pussy again, tickling the lips that were wrapped around his slick cock before he moved back to that extremely sensitive area and began rubbing again.
I screamed as I finally found my release. He moved his finger and used both hands to grab my hips, forcing me up and down his dick. I felt like a ragdoll, helpless to participate as my body clenched and released his dick with one muscle spasm after another.
I heard his yell and felt the hot liquid burst inside me as he found his own release. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly as he jerked into me. I went limp against him. He carefully stood, pulled the covers back, and crawled into bed, taking me with him. His body wrapped around mine as he held me close, his hands protectively clasped around my belly.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Tears welled in my eyes, and before I could stop them, they were spilling onto the sheets.
“I love you too,” I told him.
“I’ve loved you since we were kids, way back when.”
“How come you never told me?” I asked.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my back. “I was a chickenshit, I guess. We were in the friend zone. I didn’t want to violate the boundaries.”
I laughed. “You could have told me. I loved you then; I love you now. We could have been together all this time.”
“I know. I was a fool.”
“You hurt me when you left that day. I was in love with you and you up and left me without a word,” I told him, needing him to know why I was so hesitant with him now.
“I know. I mean, I didn’t know then, but I know now. I’m not good at telling p
eople how I feel,” he muttered.
“That’s true. I can’t believe you loved me and didn’t tell me. I should beat you,” I joked.
He laughed. “Trust me, I’ve been beating myself up enough for both of us.”
“Good. I guess that changes things, huh?”
“Yes, it does. We have a lot to talk about, but right now I just want to make love to you until neither one of us can walk.”
I laughed, not exactly thrilled with the idea of being sore down below when I had a long plane ride home.
“I’m game.”
“Good,” he said, nibbling at my shoulder. “I’m going to make you scream for mercy. You are going to be a hot, quivering mess by the time I’m done with you.”
“I’m already a hot, quivering mess,” I reminded him.
I felt his dick pressing against my butt and knew he was ready for more. I rolled to my back and reached down to grab his jutting penis, gently stroking it. His eyes were smoldering. I could see the passion in them and took a moment to thank my lucky stars for bringing this man back to me. I wanted to stay naked with him for the rest of my life.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brad
I had upheld my promise to fuck her until we were both walking funny. My dick was on the verge of being raw. I had never thought a man my age could fuck that much without the help of some little blue pill. Mia was better than any drug. She had me turned on to the point where I was beginning to wonder if I would be hard for the rest of my days with her. Room service had kept us alive the past twenty-four hours. That morning, I had to give the woman a break while she pushed through what she said was a temporary bout of morning sickness. I hated seeing her miserable and did everything I could to ease the suffering.
“You really are a smooth talker. I think you could have been an expert conman in another life,” she said, shaking her head as we sat down in our first-class seats.
I laughed. “Trust me, I know how to use my charm, but I only use it for good.”
She gave me a look that said that better be true. I kissed her on the nose.
“I can’t believe you’re coming home with me,” she whispered.