“Another,” he demands, taking his mouth from me for only a moment to issue the order. My body obeys, riding one orgasm into another. My whole body shakes as the pleasure rolls through me. I swear I’m floating for a moment. Any tension that had been lingering inside of me melts away in my moment of utter bliss. When my eyes finally open I realize he’s holding me close. His arms are wrapped around me. My face is buried in his broad chest. I rest there for a moment and I don’t want to deal with anything else. Everything is so quiet here. It’s calming. I don’t know if it’s that or him that made it so easy for me to sleep. When he pulls back I prepare myself for a million questions, but instead he kisses me softly, and I taste myself on his mouth.
When he steps away I have to fight not to reach out and grab ahold of him. He picks up my leggings and slides them up my legs for me before lifting me from the counter and sitting me in the chair. Again he kisses me as if he can’t help himself. I swear he has to pull himself away from me against his own will, mumbling about needing to feed us. I don’t know if he means him and me or me and the baby. He’s seen the bump, ran his big hand across it but said nothing.
“Is Cory okay?” I ask, looking out the giant windows that line the kitchen. The patio is lit with lights and I can see thick snow falling in the pitch black beyond. I jump when a pan hits the counter hard. I turn to look back at Robert.
“When he spoke to Mom hours ago he was still in the city,” he answers. He turns to look at me. He licks his lips and I wonder if he can still taste me. It makes me squeeze my thighs together. I want to feel him inside of me again. “I don’t want to talk about my brother right now.”
“Is that because you don’t like him?” The words leave my mouth because I can’t stop them. I can’t believe I blurted that out.
“I love my brother,” he says instantly. His eyes soften and I believe him. He doesn’t look like a man who would bullshit anyone. Cory does always say you never question what his brother is thinking. He’ll tell you if you ask. He places both his hands on the counter and his eyes lock with mine. “But I want to make one thing clear.” His eyes lower to my stomach, to the bump my big sweater is hiding. “That baby is mine.”
I stare back at him in confusion. Of course the baby is his. Or does he think it could be his brother’s? How messed up would that be? Is he jealous? It’s why he doesn’t want to talk about Cory. Doesn’t even want me to say his name. Each time I do his jaw clenches. Yet still he’s making a claim on me. Instead of being angry like I probably should be, excitement shoots through me.
He stares at me, waiting for a response. “Say the baby is mine, angel,” he pushes.
“The baby is ours,” He smiles before turning and going back to the stove. It makes me wonder if he only wants me now because he knows about the baby. The thought deflates some of my excitement and I remember that he didn’t come back for me that night.
Maybe Robert is more like his brother then I realized. They may not look alike, but Robert might be offering me more because he feels it’s the right thing to do. Not because he truly wants me.
Chapter 7
Bo
I notice her mood shift as I start to make her the same thing my mom always made me when I wasn’t feeling well. We called it noodle butter. It was easy to cook and my brother and I could eat it as fast as she could make it. I try and focus on what I’m doing, but my eyes keep drifting back to her as I think about how she retreated back into herself.
It makes me want to go over and lay her out on the countertop again to get those walls to come back down. Maybe I should try a different approach…like getting to know her. Maybe she won’t run from me this time if I don’t go at her like a wild animal in heat.
I want to know more than what was sent over to me. I spent my time while I waited for her to wake finding out everything I could about her. I was as hungry to know about her as I was to be inside of her again. Not only that, I’d tried to read up on pregnancy as well.