Have My Baby (Crescent Cove 1)

So many things nearly sprung from my tongue.

I knew. I always knew. At least I wished it could be like this with us.

But I didn’t say anything, just savored the way he was moving inside me. The rhythm he was building, stroke by stroke.

“Now this pussy is mine. This too.” His hand spanned over my belly and shock and pleasure and fear twined inside me, each fighting for dominance. “All fucking mine,” he said, staring straight into my eyes as he pulled back and sank home, deeper than before. He braced on one hand, rising above me, his muscled, tattooed chest glistening with sweat in the faint moonlight. “I’m gonna come inside you. So fucking deep.”

Part of me, the side that stayed safe behind a wall of sarcasm, shouted out a mental insult.

Yeah, yeah, so do it already so I can finally come too.

But the me who yearned to belong to him only nodded and moaned, scraping his back, jerking her hips to prod him to go harder, faster.

“God, Ally.” Desperately, he sucked on my breast through his T-shirt, getting the material all wet. My pussy throbbed in tandem with the nipple between his teeth. “You feel so damn amazing. Wanna fuck you over and over, fill you up with my kid. God, I want that.”

I tried to swallow over the dust in my throat, to blink away the haze in my eyes. I was so twisted up, so hot and achy all over. All I needed was to come. Then I could think again.

The friction of his movements ground against my clit with every pass, and I’d been so long denied now that probably a strong breeze could’ve set me off. I cried out, turning my head to bite the pillow.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it.” He leaned over me, speeding up until his sweat dripped on my lips. And God, even that was hot. The salt burned where he’d bitten me through our crazy kisses. “Fucking come on me. Now.”

It wasn’t instantaneous. Maybe later I could take pride in that. But straining toward that peak and not getting there made me frustrated enough to drag my nails down his arm, ripping a groan from him that sure as hell didn’t sound like pain. Especially since his cock started to jerk and spurt inside me.

And that was what did it. Not his breathless demands. Just feeling him let go so far inside me, that sticky warmth making me feel so full. It didn’t matter if I was imagining I could feel it or not. Just knowing he was coming inside me bare was enough to make me give in too, my hips rising and falling against the mattress as moans I couldn’t stop tumbled from my lips. Ones he didn’t try to cover up. Ones that made him groan and keep pounding into me with his half-hard dick until we were broken and sweaty and panting.

He dropped his head to my breast. I stroked his hair, the words on my lips.

Finally, the truth would be out there between us.

No more secrets.

I love you.

But in the end, I couldn’t ruin the perfection of this moment. I couldn’t ask for more when he’d already given me so much. More than I’d ever thought could be possible between us.

Maybe we’d even have a baby together. Our own kind of family.

Our own kind of miracle.

15

Ally

I didn’t realize I’d dozed off in his arms until I tried to move. The watery fingers of early morning light peeked through the edges of his dark curtains. He’d pinned me against him and the mattress with his leg and arm. I tried to be annoyed. It would be easier if I was to be honest, but I couldn’t work through the molasses thick emotions threatening to choke me.

Love.

Greed.

Need.

I wanted to belong to him so very badly. Almost as overwhelming was the equal need for him to belong to me.

And that was so very dangerous.

I wiggled out from under his arm and he moaned into my ear. “Where are you going? You said you’d stay tonight.”

“And I did. It’s morning.”