She strummed, whimpering with each stroke. I lost it. My dick only wanted one thing—to sink into her velvet walls. I tilted the base of my cock, until the head jutted toward her entrance.
“Oh God,” she moaned, sliding backward, sucking me in.
My arms wrapped around her, clutching her lower back. She rode with gentle thrusts, slanting her hips upward so I could hit her at the most intense angle.
I pulled her lips toward me, finding the warmth of her mouth and the silk of her tongue.
“Come on me, baby,” I urged. I wanted to feel it before I pulled out. I wanted her tightening on my dick. Squeezing me. Panting my name. Vibrating with pleasure.
I reached between us, clasping my fingers on her clit.
“Oh God,” she cried.
“Come for me,” I whispered in her ear. And I felt the wash of the orgasm consume her body. She rocked and spiraled, gasping for air.
Her eyes opened and I smiled. She might have seduced me into this, but I was still twice her size. I lifted her up and twisted her onto her back, sinking my shaft deep inside her. She arched her back, tilting for me. I pumped hard, enjoying the friction between us. Wanting more than this. Wanting to fill her belly.
“Oh shit, Alexa. Fuck.”
My spine tightened and I felt the clutch in my stomach.
I pumped again, before jerking out of her and covering her stomach with my golden seed. I reached forward, spreading it on her hard nipples.
“Oh, God.”
I grinned. “So fucking hot, baby. And so mine.”
“I am yours.” She leaned up to kiss me.
And it was still there. No matter how much sex we had. No matter how fucking deep things got between us. No matter how connected I felt to this girl. The question that had been plaguing me all week was there between us. It was tangible. It drew us together. When I looked in Alexa’s eyes was I looking into the eyes of the woman who was going to make me a father?
25
Alexa
My phone rang, but it was dark in my room. I hit the bedside table, knocking the lamp before I finally found it.
“Hello?” I croaked.
Luke snored next to me.
“Babe! It’s out.”
“What’s out?” It finally registered I was talking to Jake. I looked at my clock. It was only six.
; “The CYA list. You’re up for female performer of the year, song of the year, video of the year, single of the year, and entertainer of the year. Babe, this is it. You are Nashville’s favorite girl.”
I rubbed my eyes and my feet touched the warm rug next to my sleigh bed. I pulled the silk kimono robe from the chair and threaded my arms through it. I padded into the bathroom, closing the door behind me so I didn’t wake Luke.
“Wow.”
“Wow? I’m coming over. We need to celebrate.”
“What? Now? No.” I panicked.
“Of course now. This is everything we’ve worked for. You couldn’t ask for better recognition than this, babe. You could completely sweep the entire awards show. I think we could have Helena meet us too. I’ll order breakfast catered and we’ll start on your wardrobe along with booking all the radio interviews. We need votes. Every vote. I want a full sweep. Your wardrobe has to be impeccable for every appearance.”