Just when I think the orgasm has passed, he growls and it triggers something inside of me.
My insides come awake for a second time and more intimate wetness erupts inside of me, sliding down his length.
“My seed,” he gasps. “I can feel it. Fuck. Close, so damn… close.”
I sing out a moan, urging him on. I want to tell him to come inside of me, to tell him how desperate I am for us to have a family together, but I can’t find the words, any words.
All I can do is tell him with my body, pushing back with my hips, slipping down his length, and feeling my ass crash against his abs.
He falls atop me, his body crushing me against the bed, holding himself up just enough so he doesn’t crush me completely. His face is near my cheek as he pants out his animal breaths, heat moving over my skin, teasing, captivating.
I turn my face and try to kiss him, but we’re both vibrating too intensely to find each other’s lips.
He roars and then his breathing turns hollow, as though he can’t find the energy to let out the beastly noises anymore.
My womb sings and celebrates as he empties his seed inside of me, biting softly down on my shoulder at the final moment, growling through the closeness.
“Fuck,” he growls, rolling aside.
I roll with him, traitorous thoughts entering my mind now that we’re no longer fused together. High school voices whisper that he’s going to lose interest now that he’s got what he wanted, that he’s going to push me away or laugh or do some other evil cruel thing.
But of course, he doesn’t.
He moves his hand through my hair and then leans down, kissing me softly on the forehead.
“I just know it,” he whispers.
“Know what?” I ask softly.
“What else?” He smirks down at me. “I’ve put my baby in your belly. This is it, Snapshot. This is the first day of the rest of our lives together. It all starts here, with the child already flowering in your womb.”
“I hope so,” I whisper, smoothing my hand over my belly, praying that he’s right…
And yet there’s another feeling there too, something that makes me want to scream until it goes away and stops torturing me.
What if I’m pregnant and Angela disapproves?
What the heck do we do then?
“Trent,” I say.
“Hmm?” he replies, sounding more content than I’ve ever heard him, like we’re floating on the bed together, like the bed is a raft rocking on a calm ocean and we don’t have to worry about the rest of the world.
“I think I want to tell my mom about us,” I say. “She deserves to know.”
“I agree,” he says. “I was going to suggest the same. When?”
“Tomorrow morning before work?” I say. “That way if she freaks I have a good excuse to make a run for it.”
I laugh and he chuckles, but I’m not entirely joking.
There’s another reason to tell mom, a cruel reason I shouldn’t even allow into my mind.
If mom disapproves, maybe we’ll stop this before we have to tell Angie.
My womb laughs. My soul laughs. I almost laugh.
I don’t believe that for a second.
Trent and I are bound together for life now, no matter what anyone says.
I love you, I want to scream as I rest my cheek against his unyielding chest and feel his heartbeat pound against my cheek. I love you so much. I’ll never stop loving you.
I don’t stop to question how impossible this should feel, considering this only started today.
Today.
It should feel impossible and silly, but it doesn’t.
It feels like fate.
It feels like everything I’ve been waiting my whole life for.
Chapter Sixteen
Trent
The next morning, I pull up outside Tessa’s house with a cheesy-as-fuck smirk on my face. We only parted ways a few hours ago – we had sex at my place after the cabin date – and yet I’ve burned and ached for her every moment since.
I know I should probably be nervous, questioning if everything is going to blow up in our faces when we tell her mother. I know Caitlin as much as I know anybody else in Youngstone, which isn’t well considering I’ve spent most of my life with the SEALs, handling my work.
Still, she deserves to know what’s going on with me and her daughter.
I just hope she takes it well.
I walk across the lawn and up the stairs, fighting off the anger that pricks me at the sight of the rundown house. When Tess and I go public, I’m going to renovate this whole place. My woman’s mother deserves a nice place to live in as much as my woman does.
I take a breath before I knock on the door, steadying myself.
It’s not nerves that cause tremors to move through me.
It’s the knowledge that I have to control myself.