I grinned. “And, it’s the biggest fucking turn on to know I’ll be popping your sweet cherry, being the first and only man to ever be inside your pussy.”
“I want to touch you,” she said shyly.
“I’m all yours, angel,” I told her as I prepared to resume my efforts at gently entering her. I knew no amount of tenderness would keep me from hurting her as I took her virginity. But, I could give her pleasure to make up for the pain. I lowered my head to her tits and took one of her hard nipples in my mouth, licking and nipping at it before sucking in almost the whole breast. Macy gasped and her back arched, pushing her tit further into me.
I switched to the other side and gave it the same attention. She writhed with need, crying out as I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. I let the nipple go with a pop and then kissed her fiercely, pouring every ounce of my passion into it in an effort to distract her. My hips bucked hard and tore through the barrier. Pain lanced my heart at the sound of her cry.
I kissed all over her face, mopping up her tears with my lips. After a minute, her body began to relax and her hands started to roam over my skin again. Experimentally, I pulled out just a tiny bit and pressed back in. She whimpered, but this time it was a sound of need, not pain.
Moving a little faster, I worked my way into her heat, stretching her, molding her to take only my cock. Macy’s hands ran down my chest and I moaned as she traced the ridges of my muscles. Without warning, my nipple was suddenly enveloped by wet heat. Macy sucked at the bar piercing my pec and I lost it. “FUCK!” I roared as my hips drove forward until I was buried balls deep inside her.
I’d had enough presence of mind to make sure she was okay before I let the animal inside me take over. Gripping her legs, I put them over my shoulders and raised my body up just enough to pound into her with wild abandon. My piercing dragged along her walls with every thrust, hitting just the right spot to make Macy scream so loud my ears were ringing.
“Yes! Fuck yes! Oh, Macy! Fuck! Fuck! Squeeze that tight pussy, baby—fuck!”
My cock swelled bigger than I’d ever felt and her velvet walls clamped around it as she fell over the edge into oblivion. At that moment, that one millisecond in time, I realized that the heaven I was experiencing was all the more acute because I was in her bare. I’d forgotten a condom.
Two more thrusts and I bottomed out, buried so deep that when I exploded I had no doubt that my seed was filling her womb, and as she came with me, her body greedily sucked in every drop.
I told myself that I couldn’t stop from pulling out because I was swept away by the incredible feeling of having nothing between us. I told myself that I thought about it too late. I came up with excuse after excuse. But, in the end, I had to own up to the truth. I wanted to get Macy pregnant. I wanted to see her grow big and round with my baby. I wanted to tie her to me irrevocably.
I knew exactly what I was doing.
Macy
Cuddling deeper into the pillow beneath my head, I burrowed under the warm blanket as awareness slowly started to filter into my brain. It was the smooth feel of the sheets against my naked skin that first warned me something was different. My sheets were decent, but they weren’t made of the finest Egyptian cotton. But, that’s exactly what the ones covering my body felt like they were made from.
My naked body, when I always slept in pajamas of some kind. Even in the hottest days of summer.
Except for when I lose my virginity to a guy I met hours before in the lingerie and sex toy store where I worked.
The realization hit me and I finally woke all the way up. My eyes popped open, only to squeeze shut again when the bright light from the sun shining through the windows nearly blinded me.
“Crap,” I grumbled, opening them more slowly as I sat up to search for a clock, my phone, or anything else that could tell me what time it was. What I found was Rhys, sitting in a brown leather chair in the corner of the room with his laptop perched on his lap and his grey eyes latched on my chest.
“Shit! Shitty shit!” I yanked the sheets up, covering myself as quickly as I could, feeling vulnerable with him staring at me.
He was dressed in another custom tailored three-piece suit, his hair perfectly styled and his cheeks freshly shaved. How I’d managed to fall asleep in his bed last night was a mystery to me, along with how I’d slept through him getting up and ready. Seriously, sex with Rhys was better than any sleeping pill on the market since it had apparently knocked me the hell out.
The husky sound of his laughter pulled me out of my thoughts and had me glaring at him. I didn’t know what the whole morning after etiquette was since I’d never done this before, and Rhys looking so perfect while I was a disheveled mess made me feel even more at a disadvantage. But I didn’t let that stop me from saying exactly what had popped into my head. “You’re being rude.”
“How am I being rude, angel?” he asked as he set his laptop to the side and rose to his feet to stalk towards me.
“By laughing at me like that.”
“Oh, Macy,” he sighed, shrugging out of his suit jacket and vest. “How is it you can be so damn adorable and absolutely fucking gorgeous at the same time?”
My cheeks filled with heat, and I knew I was blushing at his compliment. “This is so awkward.”
He’d toed off his shoes and his strong fingers were making quick work of his perfectly knotted tie when he stopped and gazed at me, eyes narrowed and head tilted to the side. “What is, baby?”
“All this.” I waved between the two of us and tried to duck my head until he tipped it upwards again with one long finger. “I’m not like this, I swear.”
Those grey eyes lit with understanding, and more than a little humor. “I think I know that better than anyone else, since I’m the man who popped your cherry last night, angel.”
“Exactly!” I squeaked. “We had one date, after meeting in Dirty Players, and I had sex with you. Like a… a—”
He didn’t let me finish, cutting me off by claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. Wrapping my hair around his fists, he held my head in place while his tongue tangled with mine. Just like the night before, his kiss ignited a fire deep inside me. By the time he was done, my vision was blurry, my heart was racing, and I could barely catch my breath.
“Nobody talks shit about you, Macy. Not even you.”
“I wasn’t talking shit!” I protested. “Everything I said was true.”
“You skipped one important fact,” he grunted. “The only one that matters to me. I claimed you last night. You’re mine.”
I didn’t know how to respond to his declaration. One part of me thought he was crazy. Stuff like that only happened in books and movies. Another part of me wanted it to be true. So badly. But I was afraid it was too good to be true, so I drowned out the little voice in my head that was tempting me by focusing on my morning ritual. “I need to take a shower.”
He smiled, and the spark in his eyes made me shiver. He tugged the sheet lower and trailed a finger along my collarbone. “Taking a shower now would be an exercise in futility since I’m just going to dirty you up all over again.”
His head lowered, and he fed hungrily at my mouth. It was like he was somehow starving for me, even though he’d had me last night. Then again, I wasn’t any better off. A deep groan rumbled up his throat, and I went a little crazy. I needed to touch him, wanted to bring him the same pleasure he’d given me. My fingers yanked at his shirt buttons, ripping a few of them off the soft fabric when I pulled them from their holes. I was desperate to remove the barrier between us, wanting to be able to touch his skin. To trace all his tattoos with my tongue.
He didn’t protest, his actions were almost as desperate as mine when he yanked his pants open and shoved them down his legs. Then his underwear followed, and he was finally naked, his erection freed from its constraints. Licking my lips, I slid my hand around his hip and across his upper thigh, trailing my fingers over his balls and up his hardened flesh. It felt like satin over
steel, hot to the touch. My hair hung around my head like a curtain as my tongue snaked out to flick against the tip of his cock, toying with his piercing.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair and lifting it up. “Wrap those pretty lips around me, angel. I want to feel that perfect mouth.”
I did as he asked, his flavor exploding on my tongue as I sucked a few inches inside. I moaned against his hot flesh, and his control seemed to break as he lifted me off him and tossed me back onto the mattress. Looming over me, his grey eyes appeared almost black as they burned down at me.
“It’s going have to wait for another time because I can’t wait to be inside you again. Not even another minute.”
He spread my legs open and slid inside with one forceful thrust. I was already hypersensitive, and a little sore from the night before. The way he stretched me inside was almost too much. But the intense pleasure had my nails digging into his shoulders as I fought to not fly apart quite so quickly.
I wanted this to be for Rhys too. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, and I didn’t care that they were bound to leave marks behind. He drove into me deep, hard. I thrilled at the knowledge that I’d feel it with every step I took later. Then his hand slid between us and he circled my swollen clit with his thumb, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Rhys!” I screamed out his name, writhing wildly in his arms as I shattered into what felt like a million pieces.
With only a few more thrusts, his muscles tensed and he groaned his pleasure into my ear. “My perfect angel. Never going to let you go.”
Even after sleeping so deeply, I was completely exhausted again. And totally satisfied as I snuggled into Rhys’s arms. “I don’t think I can move,” I mumbled against his chest.
“It’s a good thing since I don’t want you to anyway,” he rasped, his hand sliding up and down my back.
A sigh of contentment escaped my lips, turning into a moan when he pulled his still half-hard length from my body. As soon as I registered the wet feeling between my legs, the glow dissipated. “Ohmigod,” I breathed out.
“You can say that again,” he gasped.
“No!” I yelped, shoving at his chest. “That wasn’t a good ohmigod, it was a you didn’t wear a condom, ohmigod.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t know what to make of the sound of that one syllable, not with the overly innocent look that accompanied it. “Oh? Oh! That’s all you have to say for yourself? We met less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve had unprotected sex twice!”
“You were a virgin, and I’m clean,” he interjected.
“Well, whoop-dee-fucking-doo,” I drawled. “That would be a huge relief, except it still leaves us with the very real possibility of an unplanned pregnancy.”
I could have sworn I heard him mumble something like “not so unplanned” under his breath, but I was too busy ranting to really pay attention, and I must have misunderstood because there was no way I’d heard him correctly.
“And I know exactly how difficult it is for a woman to be pregnant on her own. I was right there by Aspen’s side when she was pregnant with Carter. It was so damn hard for her, no matter how much I tried to help. I can’t believe I might have just—”
“Stop right there, Macy,” he snapped, pushing me onto my back and bracing himself over me. “You’re not on your own. I’m right here with you. There is no I anymore. We’re an us now, and you better get used to it because that’s never going to change.”
Rhys
“I don’t understand you,” Macy whispered, her face filled with confusion. “Weston clearly approves of you and considering the amount of people who knew about your ‘celibacy,’ I have to believe that was true. So why were you shopping at Dirty Players? The only explanation I can think of is that you were preparing to seduce someone. Why should I trust you when you set out to find a girl to bang and I was a convenient choice?” Her face clouded over and she muttered darkly, “Not that I made your task very hard to accomplish.”
I sighed in frustration. How many more ways could I say it? The thought I’d had last night about her resistance to accepting us because of her experiences resurfaced and nudged away some of my irritation. I could see a solution right in front of me. I’d circumvented the real reason we’d met at her work because I was afraid it would be too much, too soon. However, at this point, I’d already made my obsession with her quite obvious and she hadn’t run yet.
I stood and lifted her into my arms, frowning when she dragged the sheet with her to cover her naked body. Then again, it was probably for the best since her beautiful breasts would only distract me from the conversation. Moving to the chair I’d vacated, I kept her in my embrace as I sat down. I settled her in my lap with her legs hanging sideways over mine and put my hands at her waist to keep her upright, so we were face to face.
“Angel, it’s been a long time since I had any interest in women. And, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you belonged to me.”
“But—”
I pressed a finger against her lips to silence her. “It wasn’t in the shop. I saw you at Bean Cup and was so enchanted”—I shrugged a little sheepishly—“I followed you.”
Her eyes widened but I hadn’t removed my finger, so she didn’t speak. “I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to find you. My intention had been to find out where you worked, then set up a meet, and gradually build a relationship with you. Then I saw you at Dirty Players and all of my good intentions flew out the fucking window. I hated the idea of you being in a place like that, knowing what kind of slimy customers you had to deal with, and worried over your safety.”
Macy’s expression softened and I took away my finger so I could tenderly kiss her lips.
“I went inside because I couldn’t go one more minute without seeing your beautiful face and I wanted, no needed, you. I still do, I will always need you. I—” I stopped abruptly. I’d been about to blurt out that I loved her, but I had a feeling that I’d already given her as much as she could handle for now. “I believe that answers your question, angel. And it should put to rest any lingering doubts you might have about me because of where we met. And—“ I quickly sped on when her mouth popped open, knowing where her thoughts were headed—“I never once thought of you as convenient, a one-night stand, or that you were easy because of your place of employment.”
Her mouth snapped closed and I grinned at the idea of making my feisty ginger angel speechless.
“You have me to support you now,” I mused aloud. “You could go ahead and quit.”
Macy’s spine went rigid. “I will not be a kept woman,” she snapped. I stifled a laugh at her turn of phrase. So fucking cute.
“I wasn’t suggesting that, angel. I was merely pointing out that you don’t have to wait until we’re married for me to support you.”
“M—married?” she shrieked.
My brows furrowed and I frowned at her tone of disbelief. “Of course we’re getting married.” My voice was stern, solid with conviction. I was not leaving any wiggle room in this.
“We can’t get married!” Her cheeks were flushed bright red with emotion.
“Why the fuck not?” I had to stop myself from roaring the question.
“We only met a day ago.”
“And if you’re pregnant?” I asked, trying a different tactic.
She swallowed hard. “Well, I suppose it would make more sense then, but—”
Problem solved. I cut her off by kissing her hard and then guided her to her feet while she was still flustered. If I sat there any longer with her barely clothed body so accessible, I would never get to work.
“I have to go, angel,” I said grudgingly and kissed her one more time. “I’ll be back in time to take you to work.”
“If you would just get me to my car, I can—”
“Macy,” I growled. She huffed and spun around, marching towards the
connecting door to the other bedroom and on into the bathroom. I chuckled at the sight, shaking my head wondrously. How could so much personality fit in someone so tiny? She was certainly one of a kind, made just for me, and I would do anything for her.
That thought festered as I called goodbye to her through the bathroom door and headed to my car. On the short drive to my office, I considered both of our needs. I wanted her away from her current job and I wanted her permanently mine, with a ring on her finger that proclaimed it to every son of a bitch who looked her way. Waiting for her to get pregnant so she’d marry me, while definitely an enjoyable task, could take longer than I had the patience for.
Considering Macy’s desire for her future as well, an idea started to take shape. I could potentially solve both of our issues if I begged a favor from an old friend. It could be a win/win. And Macy would be none the wiser.
I let things go for a week or so while I put my plan together. Macy seemed happy to avoid the topics of marriage and babies, though, I noticed she hadn’t protested when I’d continued to fuck her bare. I was adamant about her staying with me and eventually she gave up the fight. I drove her to work when she had a shift and picked her up, keeping in close contact with Xander to make sure she was always protected. On the nights she had off, we chose to stay in and order food, or I cooked for her, and we spent more time getting to know each other. My ultimate goal, before I could call in that favor, was to get Macy to let me read her manuscripts.
I’d been slowly convincing her to bring more and more stuff to my house each time we swung by her place to pick up clothes. After seeing her dingy apartment in a questionable area of town, I wouldn’t allow her to go there without me at all. At the end of the week, when we stopped by, I asked again about reading her work. To my surprise, she grabbed a couple of padded envelopes from a small filing cabinet and hugged them to her chest, watching me nervously.
I didn’t pressure her about it and the next morning, I found one of them set on the bar in the kitchen where I drank my coffee and read the paper every day. Something told me that Macy was very talented, but once I opened the first page, I couldn’t put it down. The story, the writing, all of it was fucking amazing. My plan was definitely going to work.
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