She nods. “I want you, too.”
I lay her back on the couch and stretch out beside her, running my hand up her chest, tweaking her nipples and then feathering soft strokes down her stomach. I watch her face as I unbutton her jeans, take down the zipper, and then slide my hand down the front of her panties. Her nostrils flare, her eyes get darker, and her hips rise as if needing to get closer. I stroke through her soft curls and touch her in her most private parts. She buries her face in my neck as I touch her with such intimacy she starts to moan in my arms. I don’t stop until she’s writhing against me, succumbing to the pleasure.
I pull back to watch her face, and the satisfaction I see makes me even harder. I gave her that pleasure, and it hits me that I could spend the rest of my life doing just that.
When her soft hand trails along my belly and then grabs on to my belt, my body stiffens, but she doesn’t stop until she has her hands down the front of my pants, wrapping around my girth. My hips surge forward, and she squeezes me. It’s painful holding back when all I want—no, I need—is a release.
I raise up to remove my clothes and then lie down next to her. My hand instantly goes to her belly, thinking about her pregnant with my baby. A possessive urge soars inside me, but I tamp it down. No matter how much I want it, it’s her choice. I nuzzle her lips, and she reaches for me again, but I hold on to her hand to stop her. “We need to talk.”
Her eyes widen, and she stares back at me. If I was less of a man, I would have planted my seed inside her, and we could deal with it after. But she’s not ready for that, and she won’t be until her past is taken care of.
“I’m clean, but I don’t have a condom. Like I said, it’s been a while.”
She shakes her head. “Me either. I’m clean, though. I was tested after I left him.”
I stroke my finger across her belly. “What if I make you pregnant?” Just saying it out loud has pre-cum leaking from my cock.
Her eyes light up and almost instantly dim. “I don’t know how long I’ll be in Whiskey—”
I stop her. “You’re not leaving. Not now. Even after everything is said and done, I don’t want you to leave.”
She takes a deep breath. “The timing is not right for me to get pregnant. It should be okay.”
“And if by some miracle it happens?”
Her eyes search mine. “If I got pregnant, I wouldn’t keep you from the baby.”
I nod. “I know you wouldn’t. What I’m asking is would you hate me for it?”
She smiles then. “No, I could never hate you.”
“I want to feel you. All of you,” I whisper to her between kisses.
She arches into me, and my cock nudges against her core. “I want that too,” she says huskily.
I slide my hand between us and stroke through her wet swollen slit. She’s ready for me.
I position myself over top of her, lifting her legs as I start to slowly enter her. The whole time, I watch her face, and when she moans as I fill her up, I start to move in and out of her. The urgency to possess her and make her fully mine has me pummeling my hips in and out of her. My thumb is pressed to her clit, circling it, wanting her to come again and this time on my dick.
She doesn’t hold back. She meets me thrust for thrust, and when she comes again, milking me this time, her moans get louder, filling the room and drowning out the sounds of the house. I lean down to kiss her, our tongues mimicking the movements of our bodies until she’s convulsing and I’m filling her with my seed.
I’m in a fog, the orgasm shattering me, and I lie with her still connected in the most intimate way.
I search her face looking for regrets, and when I don’t see any, I lean over her until she opens her hooded eyes and stares up at me. “I won’t be able to let you go, Nat.”
She cups my face. “I don’t want to go but—"
I shake my head forcefully. “No buts. You’re mine now, honey, and I protect what’s mine.”
She leans up to kiss me and then settles against my chest. We lie there for the longest time, me thinking about our future and how I’m going to make sure her past doesn’t come to take it all away.
Chapter 19
Nat
Before I know it, a week has gone by. The camp has ended and spring break is over. Eli is back in school, and it scares me a little, seeing how much Eli loves King, his brothers, and the ranch, especially knowing that eventually we’ll be going back to the apartment, but I’ve convinced myself that he needs this. It’s obvious now that Eli has also been scared and living this whole time looking over his shoulder like I have. For the first time in a long while, Eli is free, and the way he’s blossomed and grown just in the short time we’ve been here has been miraculous.