“I do,” she said breathlessly.
“Are you still planning on going back to your family?” I asked.
“No,” she said with a whisper. “I can’t. Not even for my brothers. My father would-”
“Enough with your father. He doesn’t control you any longer, is that understood?”
“Yes,” she said. “I get it.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to bring your stuff inside and set up in any room you want. You are carrying my child, which means you are under my protection. Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it. Whatever doctor’s visits you need, I’ll make sure I’m there with you. I want to be a part of this child’s life, Ava. But more importantly, I want to be a part of yours.”
Ava let out a shuddering breath as another tear fell down her skin.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
I leaned forward and encompassed her lips in a heated kiss as my cock began to swell for her.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m dead serious.”
I looked into Ava’s sparkling eyes and saw my entire world. This beautiful, passionate soul was carrying my child, and there was nothing that was going to stand in my way of being a part of this. Ava’s hands rushed to my hair, yanking me back down to her lips as my hands traveled up her shirt. I could taste her passion for me. Her zest for life and her want for me still. I wanted her more than I could stand. I craved her more than I should have.
And now, we were going to have a baby.
The mountain was safe, Ava was back in my arms, and I felt more impregnable than ever. I tasted the whole of my future on the tip of her tongue as I picked her up, cradling her closely into my body. She was shaking with desire as her skin heated against mine. Our lips were swelling underneath the pressure we bestowed upon each other as I carried her back to my room.
I had Ava back, and there was no way I was letting her go.
There was no way I was letting either of them go.
Twenty-Four
Ava
Tears fell down my face as Travis carried us into his bathroom. He set me down onto my feet, his hands roaming my body. He was cupping my stomach, cradling it in his touch as my hands worked his clothes off his body. His skin was electrifying, setting a fire within my gut I’d dreamed about over the last three months.
Figuring out I was pregnant was the leverage I used to get away from my Aunt, but it wasn’t easy. Once she found out I was pregnant, she was determined to have it given up for adoption. So I wouldn’t bring shame to my family. Shockingly enough, it took my Uncle having pity on me and ‘forgetting’ to lock the mansion gates that allowed me to get away.
Had it not been for his ‘forgetful mind’, I had no idea how I would’ve gotten away.
I fled to the only place I knew I would be safe, but I didn’t know how Travis would react. I was scared he would turn me away. Be angry at me for dropping off the face of the earth and not coming to see him. Never would I thought his reaction to my being pregnant would’ve been this.
Standing naked before him as the hot water of his shower wet our bodies.
My hands slid up and down his muscles, taking him all in like it was our first time. He was such a sight for sore eyes and the warm water was soothing to my aching hands.
He backed me into the water, wetting my hair and running his hands along my body. He dropped to his knees, peppering kisses down my curves as his lips landed onto my stomach. He placed kiss after kiss on my little bump as his hands pressed me into the tiles of his shower.
Then, his hands spread my le
gs.
I gripped at his hand as his tongue parted my pussy folds. I was dripping for him. More than I ever had in my life. I rolled against his lips as he worked me expertly, shaking my legs and rendering me a moaning, gasping mess. Water was pouring down my body, soaking me to the core as his tongue flicked my clit. He dove into my depths and lapped me up, drinking down my juices and pushing me to a precipice I desperately wanted to fall over.
“Travis. I’ve missed you. So much. Please. Please let me… oh. Shit. I’m… it’s… I-”
My climax rendered me silent. My jaw unhinged in pleasure as Travis pinned me to the wall. My legs fell out from underneath me, his arms supporting the whole of my weight. My hands curled into the tendrils of his hair, my nails scratching his scalp. I pulled him as deep into my pussy as I could get him, shaking on his lips as he rode me through my high.
I leaned against the tile wall, breathing heavily as he kissed back up my body.