“Oh, fuck.”
“Uh-uh,” he scolded. Slaps landed hard and fast on her butt. The sting quickly turning into a deep burn. Her heart raced, arousal flooding her, chasing away the last bit of lethargy. By the time he stopped spanking her, she was on fire. This time, when he pulled her ass cheeks apart, she didn’t tighten, instead she welcomed the finger he thrust inside her. In and out. Slow then fast. There was no pattern and it kept her on the edge. Another finger joined the first, then a third. It burned slightly but it was a good kind of pain.
Reaching around with his other hand, he played with her clit, teasing her until she was just at the edge. “No coming without permission, baby.”
Oh, damn it.
He’d been teaching her to delay her orgasms, and she didn’t want to repeat the last punishment she’d been given after coming without permission. She bit down on her lip and concentrated on not slipping over. Her legs shook with the effort, and, just as she knew she couldn’t take much more, he withdrew his fingers from her asshole and nestled the head of his cock against her puckered entrance.
As she breathed out, the head slipped past her tight ring of muscle.
Oh, it burned so good.
Inch by staggering inch, he pushed inside her, his cock, slick with lube, filling her completely. So full. So hot. So good.
“You may come when you like, baby,” he told her, swiping at her clit as he drove himself deep then pulled back. In fast, out slow. Again and again. Then a powerful wave hit her, sweeping her away. It was so hard and deep and all-consuming that she barely heard his own cry of satisfaction as he followed her over.
***
Curt cuddled into her from behind and kissed her neck. “All right, baby?”
“Oh yeah.” She smiled as she snuggled into his embrace. This was where she belonged. With him.
Curt placed his hand over her belly. “I can’t believe you’re really here. That you’re mine. I know I’ve fucked up in the past, but nothing is more important to me than you.”
Her doubts faded a little more. Maybe all she needed was time. Tomorrow she should call Doctor Harper and officially give her notice.
He rubbed his hand up and down her stomach. “You’re everything I could have hoped for. Although, you can be a bit bratty and stubborn.”
“Hey!” She turned to glare at him over her shoulder.
He grinned and winked. Then reaching over her, he turned off the light “You’re also kind, compassionate, and loving. You’re going to be an amazing mom, Jenna.”
She stiffened. Oh, God. They hadn’t spoken about this. They should have. She knew that. But when in the middle of all this crap was she supposed to have talked to him about this?
“Uh, Curt—”
“Not right now,” he said, kissing her ear as he snuggled in behind her, holding her belly once more. “I know you’re young. You have your career. But one day. You and the babies we’ll make will mean everything to me, Jenna. I promise to look after all of you. I know I can be a hard bastard and, I don’t always say the right thing, I’m domineering and possessive, but I’ll always love you. And I’ll love the children we create as well. How many do you want? Two? Three? I thought four might be a nice number.”
“Four?” she asked faintly. Was this the same man? Somehow, she’d never seen Curt wanting children. But, no, that wasn’t true. The Curt she’d known before Amelia had adored children. He’d have made an amazing father. So would this Curt. He’d be a bit more protective—okay, a lot more, and she’d have to get him to ease up on that to let their children breathe and learn and. . . Who was she kidding? She couldn’t have children. And Curt didn’t know it.
How didn’t he know? Hadn’t Amelia told him about the accident?
“I thought it was all over when Amelia and our baby died. That baby was the one special thing in my life. The only thing that was mine. I couldn’t wait to be a dad, even though I knew my time with Amelia was through, I always intended to be there for my child.”
“Of course you did.” She held his hand where it rested on her belly and a tear ran down her cheek. It had been a long time since she’d thought about being a mother. She mourned the loss of that part of her, the inability to carry her own child—Curt’s child.
Oh, God, how could she tell him?
“I know there was a possibility it wasn’t biologically mine. I wasn’t a fool. There was no reason to think Amelia did the sensible thing and used protection when she was fucking around. But she said it was.”
And then the baby was gone, and he was alone.
She bit her lip. She couldn’t tell him. Not yet, anyway.
“But now I get to have babies with you. Thank you, Jenna. For giving that back to me.” And her heart broke just a little more.
Chapter Eighteen