I watch as he runs his lips over my lower stomach, murmuring soft declarations of love. To me or to the baby, I’m not sure who, but it doesn’t matter. Tears fill my eyes as he gently strokes his thumb over my belly. My eyes flutter closed as the sensations of his touch send fire through my veins.
“Chase,” I mumble.
“Sweet Gabrielle,” he whispers, kissing my abdomen and pushing the shirt up as he goes. His tongue sweeps over my left nipple and I almost come up off the bed. Chase holds me in place as he shifts to lick on the other. I realize I’m already close to orgasm, and I could probably come by just his mouth on my nipples. “You taste so fucking good.”
Then he’s moving. He helps pull my shirt up and over my head. The cool air conditioning kisses my skin, but it’s quickly heated by his touch. His hands are everywhere, running up my sides and then caressing my neck. My shorts are gone a few moments later too, followed quickly by his own shirt and shorts.
My leg hitches up and over his hip as he positions himself at my entrance. “You’re going to have to be quiet, baby,” he whispers as he slowly pushes inside me, filling me completely in one long stroke. The groan that pulls from my lips is loud and uncontrollable, and Chase silences me with his mouth. “Did you hear what I said, Gabrielle?” he asks, slowly pulling out before thrusting in once more.
“How can I not hear you? You won’t shut up,” I sass, grabbing his ass and squeezing.
Chase chuckles and stops his movements completely. I try to pull him back, desperately needing to feel him completely inside me, but he holds steady and doesn’t move. His eyes are full of humor as he gazes down at me, still refusing to move. Deciding to play along with the torture, I squeeze my internal muscles, gripping the head of his cock. I can tell the moment he feels the grasp, as his jaw tightens and his eyes narrow.
“Stop that,” he says.
I, of course, do not stop. Instead, I squeeze again. “Stop what?” I ask innocently as he slowly pushes forward until he’s fully seated.
“You play dirty,” he groans as I give his cock another hug with my vagina.
“You like me dirty,” I quip, reaching up and grabbing him by the neck. I pull him down until I feel his full weight on top of me and his lips devour mine.
It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge of an epic orgasm. My muscles are taut as he pistons his hips, stretching and filling me. I feel my orgasm sweep in, racing through my blood. Chase’s lips slam into mine as he follows me, releasing himself into my body.
After a few long seconds, he turns, taking me with him and snuggling me into his chest. “You most certainly were not quiet,” he gasps, still trying to catch his breath.
“That’s not my fault,” I tell him, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my body.
“No? Whose fault was it?” he asks, kissing my neck tenderly and resting his hand on my bare stomach.
“That would be your magical cock’s fault.”
His laughter fills the room. “Well, my cock appreciates the compliment.”
I feel him relax around me and know that sleep is calling. “Chase?”
“Yeah, Gabs?”
“I love you.”
His arms tighten. “I love you too, babe.”
As I drift off to sleep, images of Chase and a little blue-eyed baby boy play through my mind. This time, it’s not Milo I see so vividly in the picture, but another baby.
Our baby.Chapter EighteenChase 18* * *“Are you going to open it?” Colt is standing in the middle of my kitchen with the envelope in his hands. The lab called earlier today telling him the paternity results are in. He’s been home for a week today, and already he’s attached to Milo. I can see it in his eyes. He’s worried what the results might say. We all know he’s the father. Milo is a Callahan; just by looking at him you can tell. However, I know how he feels. I was in his shoes, certain he was mine, and then crushed when the results stated otherwise.
“Yeah,” he says, not moving to open the envelope that confirms the future of him and his son.
I was devastated when I found out I wasn’t Milo’s father. However, that was short-lived when I realized he’s my nephew. The little guy who has captured my heart is still my family. And now, my child and my nephew get to grow up together. To say that I’m ecstatic that Gabby and I are having a baby is an understatement. For so long, I wanted her, and now… now she’s mine, and we’re having a baby. The only thing left to do is give her my last name. Something I plan to do sooner rather than later.