Accidental Baby (Fake Marriage Romance 2)

“I told you I liked you in high school. Hell, I liked you in fourth grade. If I hadn’t stolen your poem in high school, we could be married with a whole brood of kids by now.”

Married? The panic button went off in my head. I wanted to be with him. I even wanted to be married to him, eventually. But just because I was ready to jump into the unknown with him, that didn’t mean I was ready for deep water.

“Don’t get nervous,” he said. “We’ve got time. As much time as you need.”

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked, quirking a brow.

“Know what I’m thinking and feeling?”

“I see the nuance in your expressions. There’s the fear face that is about going too far too fast, to which you start to close down a bit. Then there’s the fear that you respond with by lashing out. Sometimes you’re just straight off pissed though.”

“You see all that in my face?”

He smiled. “Yes.” He rolled me under him. “I can also see when you’re annoyed and when you’re turned on.” His hand slid between my thighs and gently rubbed between my pussy lips.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. “Are you as easily readable?”

“I don’t know.” He took my hand and brought it to his dick. “You tell me.”

I stroked him and watched his face as he sighed at my touch. I pushed him back, moving over him until I was straddling his thighs. He opened his eyes to look up at me.

“I’m going to suck your cock, Ryder.”

His eyes flashed with wild passion, and his dick went from firm to full-on iron hard.

“Yes, I think I can read you,” I said with a laugh. “At least, I can read your dick.”

“What’s he saying now?”

I rubbed the pearl of precum on his tip around the edge. “He’s saying, suck me, Trina.”

“Not bad.”

I arched a brow. “That’s not right?”

“It’s more like, please God, suck me until I can’t see straight.”

I laughed. “I missed the urgency.”

“He’s dying.” Ryder reached down and stroked his dick himself. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

It made me think of the time he said something about fucking my breasts. “Ryder?”

“You’re really going to prolong this?” he asked.

“No. I just wanted to ask about how you’d fuck my breasts. You said that was a fantasy.”

He groaned. “I might just come at the image.”

“What do I do? I want to make you happy.”

His hands reached up to my face. “You do baby.”

“Still, I want to give you your fantasy. To show you I love you. To make up for so much. I hurt you.”

He shook his head. “You can fuck me any way you want as an expression of love, but you don’t need to make up anything. Clean slate, now, Trina.”