Muse

by Alexa Riley

  My chin jerks up and down once, but I don’t say anything because I don’t want to risk snapping at her and making her think that any of my anger is directed at her.

  To my surprise, she pushes my arms away and jumps to her feet, then faces me with her hands on her hips. I can’t help getting a little distracted with how fucking hot she is when she’s worked up about something. Her green eyes are lit with fire, and it’s almost as sexy as when they are coming undone under me.

  “Did you pull strings to get them to hire me to record the theme for this movie? Because I don’t want it like that. I want to earn things on my own, Theo. What if Hugo doesn’t really want me but is only trying to make you happy?” She’s pacing now and rambling while gesticulating. She’s wearing one of my shirts with only two buttons done up and the fabric shifts with her constant movements, giving me glimpses of her full tits and her tiny silk panties. I’m already hard from the possessive fury boiling inside me, but the sight of her has my cock thickening to the point of pain.

  I reach out and snatch her wrist, tugging her toward me so she tumbles into my lap. “Are you done?” I ask. As much as I love her worked up I don’t want it to go too far. For her to truly get upset.

  She nods but continues to sit rigidly in my arms. “First of all, I did not pull strings to get you hired. They want you because you’re so fucking amazing, Shelby.” That’s the truth.

  “Really?” she asks, hope lighting up her face. But her happy expression falls when she sees the dark look on my face.

  “However, even if I had, Hugo would be the last motherfucker I want you anywhere near. Not only is he a complete manwhore, but I don’t trust him to respect the fact that you belong to someone else.” I grasp her face and bring it centimeters away from mine. “And you belong to someone, don’t you, Shelby?”

  She nods quickly, defusing some of my anger. She glides her hands down from her face, over her shoulders to cup her breasts before one of them goes all the way done to cup her pussy. I don’t know why I sent him that track of her. I should have left it all to my agent friend. Lesson learned. I won’t fuck up again.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” she whispers breathlessly.

  “Who owns this pussy, baby?” I rub her little nub over her silky panties, grunting with satisfaction over how wet they already are.

  “You—oh, Theo,” she moans.

  “I think we both need a reminder,” I growl before ripping away the drenched fabric. Shelby’s gasp becomes a cry of need when I tear the buttons of her shirt apart and latch onto one of her nipples. I suck and tug and swirl my tongue around the diamond-hard peak while my hands grasp her hips and turn her so she’s straddling me.

  I move to her other breast while shoving my chair back and bolting to my feet, keeping her steady with a tight grip on her luscious ass. There is another door in my office that goes to a private bathroom and it’s currently shut. In no time, I have her back pressed up against it. Letting her nipple go with a pop, I lean back a little and boost Shelby up high until her soaking wet pussy is level with my face. “Put your legs on my shoulders, baby,” I instruct. She hesitates, and I look up into her emerald-green pools. “I’ve got you.” My words have the desired effect and she brings one leg over each shoulder. “Now, use your hands on the door jamb to brace yourself,” I command. I wait for her to obey, then shove my face into her pussy and inhale deeply.

  “Whose pussy is this?” I ask again.

  “Yours,” she mumbles, and I reward her with a long, slow lick from bottom to top.

  “Fuck yes it is,” I growl before burying my tongue inside her and fucking her pussy like my cock will be soon. “Tell me again,” I demand. I bite her clit and she screams my name, falling into her orgasm. “Again,” I snarl, then drive her up once more, letting the sound of my name on her lips as she comes wash over me.

  I move in for a third and she begs, “Theo, I can’t. Oh, yes. No, I can’t…” All the while, her hips are bucking and thrusting up against my face.

  “Your pussy knows who she belongs to, my little muse,” I tell her, my voice muffled from being locked between her thighs. “She wants to come again.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she shouts as she once again shakes with the force of her orgasm.

  In record speed, I unzip my pants and release my aching cock. It’s standing at attention, pointing straight up to where it wants to be. Taking a step back, I let Shelby slide down the door until our centers are lined up. Then I roughly yank her forward and impale her on my dick, bottoming out in the first thrust. “Fuck, yes,” I hiss. Her hands clasp behind my neck and her legs have my waist in a death grip, keeping her locked in place.

  “Cond—”

  “No, Shelby,” I growl. She’s pushing me on purpose. “You know I’m not going to wear a damn condom. I’m going to fill this cunt with so much cum, there’s no fucking way you won’t be pregnant. Every person in the whole fucking world will know you’re mine once you’re full of me.”

  I brace my hands on the door and pound into her, desperate to prove that she is mine. Even if it’s only to the two of us. We slam against the door, making a shit ton of noise, but it’s still drowned out by our moans and shouts.

  Suddenly, I feel the door start to give way, so I hold Shelby to me and spin around, dropping back into the chair where we started.

  With a hand on the back of her neck, I pull her head in and stare into her passion-filled eyes. “Ride me, baby. Show me how much your pussy loves being mine.” Then I slam my lips onto hers.

  Shelby squeezes her pussy so she’s practically strangling my cock as she begins to bounce up and down. I thrust up to meet her every time she drops down onto my dick.

  “Theo! Oh! Yes! Yes!” Her cries push me right to the edge and the tell-tale tingling starts in my spine. I use both hands to twist and pluck at her nipples until she is shaking violently. Then I drop one between her legs and pinch her clit. She shatters with a scream and I quickly follow, shooting off jet after jet of hot cum, filling her. Even after it seems to be empty, my cock is still rock hard, so I keep thrusting until we are both cresting over the edge once more. I blow another load deep inside her and there is so much that it starts to leak out of her pussy, so I scoop it up and do my best to shove it back in. I need it all there. Something primal broke when another man tried to get near her.

  My lips find hers again and I push my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers, and I let go of the last shreds of anger that had built up inside me. Shelby is the other half of my soul, and I know without a doubt that she was made for me.

  “Mine.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Shelby

  With the volume turned down, the ding of my cell phone is just loud enough to wake me up. Normally, I would’ve slept right through it, especially since I’m super tired. After tossing and turning for hours, I think I might actually be less rested than when I went to bed. This time around, my lack of sleep isn’t only because Theo kept waking me up to give me another orgasm. For some reason, I couldn’t seem to get comfortable all night long. Not even when I felt like I could melt into the mattress after coming so hard I could barely see straight.

  I’ve always been a stomach sleeper, but each time I rolled over on to it, my boobs were super uncomfortable. It felt like they were being squished into the mattress or something, and I was forced to roll back over again. The last thing I want to do is wake up, so I’m extra cranky when I grab my phone off the bedside table. When I see it’s a follow-up email from Hugo, I get even more irritated. Not only had Theo told him I wasn’t interested in working with him when they spoke yesterday, but I’d also replied with the same answer to his offer. I trust Theo. If he told me stay away from Hugo, it’s what I’m going to do. From the moment I landed on his doorstep he’s taken care of me. I’ve seen in his actions these past weeks that he puts my care over everything else. It’s endearing and it wins my faith.

  “What’s wrong, my little muse?
” I turn to find Theo propped up with an elbow pressing into the mattress. His dark hair is mussed from my fingers, but his eyes are alert.

  “It looks like you were right about Hugo being a jerk. He doesn’t seem to know how to take no for an answer.” I hand him my phone so he can read what the producer sent me about the advantages of building a working relationship with him versus working directly with Theo.

  He goes from being concerned to furious in an instant. “He’ll fucking learn, even if I have to beat it into his thick skull.”

  I lie back against the pillows and listen while he calls Hugo to lay out exactly what he can expect if he doesn’t back off. I’m sure the producer gets the message when Theo threatens to cut off his dick if he so much as looks at me in the future. Unfortunately, a picture of it pops into my head, and a rush of nausea creeps up my throat. I scurry off the mattress to dash into the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before emptying the contents of my stomach into it. Theo ends the call and follows me into the bathroom.

  “No, stay away. I don’t want to get you sick, too.” My protest is weak, and I can barely lift my head from where it’s resting against the toilet seat. My stomach feels like it’s empty, but it’s still rolling with nausea.

  “Don’t worry about me, baby. What you’ve got isn’t contagious.”

  I groan in relief when he presses a cold, damp washcloth against my forehead. “You can’t know that.”

  “Sure I can.” He sweeps my hair up in a fist and lifts it off the back of my neck. “We ate the same food for dinner last night, so it can’t be food poisoning. And it most likely isn’t a stomach bug since you don’t have a fever.”

  Just the mention of food has me dry heaving. It feels like forever before it finally passes, and if it wasn’t for Theo practically holding me up, I would curl into a ball on the floor. He picks me up and sets me on the counter. Then he hands me a fresh washcloth to clean my face and a toothbrush with the paste already on it. While I’m brushing, he points out, “You’re tired, your tits are so sensitive you get drenched whenever my fingers or mouth are close to them, and you’re throwing up in the morning.”

  My eyes grow wide and I spit into the sink. “You think I’m pregnant?”

  His dark eyes are full of male satisfaction as he answers, “Of course you are. I’ve filled your tight little pussy with so much cum, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I’ve fucked our baby into you.”

  When he puts it that way, I feel kind of silly for not realizing it myself. Then again, it’s not like I’ve ever been in this kind of situation before. I press my hand to my belly and whisper, “I might be pregnant.”

  “No ‘might’ about it. You’re carrying my baby.”

  He looks so smug that I can’t resist teasing him a little. “You don’t know that for sure. I haven’t taken a test yet or anything.”

  “Then it’s about damn time you do,” he growls. Then he shocks the crap out of me when he bends down to yank open the bottom drawer and pulls out a bright pink box from a selection.

  I’m not completely sure I want to know the answer because I’d be completely devastated if they were someone else’s, but I have to ask the question anyway. “Um. Why do you have pregnancy tests in your bathroom?”

  He’s already ripped open the box and doesn’t look up from the directions he’s reading when he answers, “I added them to the shopping list last week so you could take one at the first sign I finally knocked you up.”

  I feel a tingle of satisfaction from knowing he got them for me, but I also have to laugh at part of his explanation. “Finally? It hasn’t even been a full month since we met each other.”

  “Yeah, and I’ve been trying my damnedest to fuck our baby into you since that first day.”

  My heart feels like it’s ready to burst with joy. “You really meant it? You weren’t just saying that stuff in the heat of the moment?” I know we’d made comments, but I wasn’t sure if that was just dirty talk between lovers. This is all new to me.

  “There’s nothing I want more than to know you’re carrying my baby.” He hands me the white stick with the cap already pulled off it. “So how about you take this test and confirm what we both already know?”

  It’s worded like a question, but I know it’s more of a demand. I slide off the counter and move back to the toilet. I raise my eyebrows and do a little circular motion with my finger, and he turns around to face the wall. He can still hear me pee, though. I know he’s touched and tasted every inch of my body, but I’m blushing when I finish. He doesn’t give me a minute to worry about being embarrassed before he takes the test from me and sets it on the counter. He pulls me to the sink and presses against my back while I wash my hands. When I’m done, he twirls me around and growls against my lips, “This is going to be the longest three minutes of my life, and the only thing that’ll keep my mind off the wait is you.”

  I get lost in his kiss, just like always. So much so that I’ve almost forgotten about the test and whimper in protest when he lifts his head a few minutes later. “I know, baby. But we’ve got to check the test.”

  He twists his body to look over his shoulder at the stick, and his lips instantly spread into a huge grin. “Two lines.”

  “I’m pregnant?”

  “Fuck yes!” He lifts me up and twirls me around. I feel lightheaded when he sets me back on my feet, and it must show on my face because he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom with a worried expression on his face. “Do you have a doctor you already see?”

  “Yeah. If you’ll get me my phone, I can give him a call. If I tell his nurse what’s going on, I’m sure they’ll try to get me in to see him today.”

  “Him? Your doctor’s a guy?” I nod. “I’m sorry if you like him, baby, but that’s not fucking happening. Not on my watch. I’ll call my assistant and get you an appointment with the best female baby doc in town, and you can be damn sure it’ll be for this morning.”

  I don’t have the energy to argue, not that he gives me the chance. I’d prefer a female doctor. I just hadn’t been able to find one when I moved here.

  Less than an hour later, we have an appointment with a top-notch OB-GYN. Before we leave, Theo makes sure that I nibble on some dry toast and drink a mug of herbal tea. Then he bundles me up, and we’re out the door. It isn’t until we’re in his car that I realize it’s the first time I’ve left the house since I got here. “So, two pink lines on a pregnancy test were the key to you taking me somewhere, huh?”

  “You can’t blame me for wanting to keep you to myself. I guess now that I know you’ve got my baby in your belly, I don’t mind sharing you with the world.” We head down the driveway toward the gate, and Theo slows the car as we near it. The guard station is on my side of the car, and the guy manning it steps out. He looks through my window and flashes us a smile before reaching back to press the button to open the gate. Instead of moving through them, Theo presses hard on the brakes. When the car is at a full stop, he leans over and claims my mouth in a long, deep kiss. He doesn’t lift his head until I’m panting with need. “‘Share’ was the wrong word. I’m willing to let the rest of the world see that you’re mine now that my claim on you is undeniable.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Theo

  A knock on the exam room door interrupts my pacing, and I go to Shelby’s side as a young man in scrubs enters the room. “What the fuck?” I growl. “Where is Dr. Nevins?”

  Oblivious to the fact that he’s about to lose his life, the guy smiles at Shelby and walks toward her. “She’ll be in after I’m done taking your wife’s vitals,” he explains. “I’m her nurse, Perry.” His assumption cools some of my ire. He clearly knows she belongs to me. Still, I’m not happy about him touching my woman. It’s barbaric and dumb, but I can’t help myself. Shelby doesn’t seem to mind, so I don’t try and keep it in check.

  “Oh, I’m not his wife—” Shelby starts, but I quickly cut her off.

  “We aren’t married yet.”
I put a firm emphasis on the word “yet.” Shelby looks at me with surprise and opens her mouth to say something, but she is distracted by the four-carat solitaire ring I pull out of my pocket and slip onto her left ring finger. “But, in the future, I’d prefer a female nurse for my fiancée. No offense.”

  Perry shrugs and laughs as he takes off the blood pressure cuff and writes in his notes. “None taken. I wouldn’t want another man touching her if she were mine.” Just the idea that he is picturing Shelby as his sets me off again. A growl rumbles in my chest, and I take a menacing step forward. When Perry clocks my reaction, he clears his throat and scurries from the room. Lucky Shelby doesn’t seem to notice.

  “Um…what is this?” Shelby asks in a high-pitched tone as she waves her hand in front of my face.

  I raise a brow and answer sardonically, “An engagement ring.”

  She takes a deep breath, then her lips purse in annoyance. “Obviously. But where did you get it, and why did you tell him I’m your fiancée?”

  I shuffle my feet and can’t fucking believe it when my cheeks heat. “It was in my pocket,” I hedge, trying to avoid telling her that I’ve had the ring since the day after I met her. “And”—I catch her hand and hold it up—“since you’re wearing my ring, you are my fiancée. So, I can refer to you that way.”

  “But—but—” Shelby’s stuttering is interrupted by Dr. Nevins entering the room.

  “How are we doing, mom-and-dad-to-be?” she asks brightly. “Your vitals look great”—she looks up from her chart with a smile—“are you ready to see your baby?”

  Our previous conversation is forgotten as we impatiently watch her roll the machine over and get everything ready.

  Shelby is grasping my hand tight as we stare at the small black and white screen. The doctor pushes a button and suddenly the room fills with a soft pulsing noise. “The baby’s heartbeat is strong and at a normal speed.” Then she points to a spot on the screen. “And there’s your little one.”