“Don’t say that. I’m just the girl you knocked up. You aren’t beholden to me.”
“Just the girl I knocked up? You aren’t just anything to me, Karlee. You are fucking everything. Everything. Don’t you get that? I knew I should’ve drug you with me to Indiana. I thought you were done with me.”
“No. Never. I did what I thought was best. It may have been wrong, but it was still the right thing to do. You would have stayed here if you knew I was pregnant.”
“You’re damn right. I would have stayed here until we figured something else out.”
“I was eighteen and pregnant. I wasn’t thinking like that. I was only thinking of you and how I ruined your life. I couldn’t let that happen,” she says, crying again.
“That wasn’t for you to decide. I would never consider a family with you ruining my life.”
“Hindsight is twenty-twenty, G. You know that.”
“How did you get my family to keep your secret?”
“They didn’t want you to give a full-ride scholarship up any more than I did.”
“I should be mad,” I say.
“But you’re not?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“How can I be mad at the mother of my child? How can I be when it’s what I always wanted?” I tell her honestly, taking her hands in mine. I wanted a family with her. I wanted a life with her.
“You missed so much, though,” she says.
“It’s never too late for a second chance, baby. Especially a second chance at your first love. We’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”
“I still don’t deserve you,” she says, tearfully.
“Fuck that. You deserve everything. Where are you getting this from?” I ask, hoping to God that I never did anything to make her feel that way.
“Nowhere in particular. It’s just the way I felt. Let’s blame it on hormones.”
“Let’s, but I hope you know that I’m never letting you go again. I was a dumb kid before, but you’re mine, Karlee. You’ve always been mine.”
“I know,” she says, sinking onto my lap.
“So much time to make up for,” I murmur as I kiss her neck.
I could be mad and leave, but why go through all that when I am getting exactly what I want.
“I really did miss you, Garrett.”
“I missed you too, baby. I missed you so fucking much. I kept my head down and worked hard because I knew I’d get back to you that way. You know you have to marry me now, don’t you?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Karlee
How can he not be mad about this? In books and on TV, men flip their shit when they aren’t told about their girl being pregnant, but not Garrett. He doesn’t have time for that bullshit if his speedy proposal is any indication.
“Shouldn’t we slow down? Be sure this is what we want?”
“No,” he says, pulling the belt on my robe open. “I know what I want. It’s always been you, Karlee. Only you,” I murmur over and over.
“I need you,” I moan, tossing my head back as he bites down on my neck.
“You have me,” he says.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He helps me to my feet, then stands. I toss my robe on the floor while he takes his boxers off. I lay across my bed sideways and spread my thighs for him. Just when I think he’s going to join me, he drops to his knees in front of me, burying his face in my pussy.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this cunt,” he says before running his tongue over my clit. He never used such words with me before, but fuck, it turns me on.
“I have some idea,” I tell him. I grip his hair and pull him up my body. I know I’m not being gentle, but I’m in no mood to be teased right now.
“Marry me,” he says, kissing me. His tongue tastes like me, and I don’t hate it.
“Too soon,” I say, even though I want nothing more than to say yes.
“Marry me,” he says again, this time kissing my neck.
“No.”
Over and over, he asks me, placing kisses on different parts of my body until he grips his cock and slams into me. Then he asks me over and over with each and every hard thrust.
“Marry me,” he asks just as I am about to come.
“Yes,” I say as I fall over the edge. I’ve never felt this way. Gone is the teenager who loved me. He’s all man now and knows just how to set me off. It’s like no time has passed as I feel his dick swell inside of me. The light is on, and I can see him this time. I can see every muscle in his neck and arms straining as he moves. His eyes never close. I look into them and see forever. The intensity of this is unlike anything we’ve done in the past. This feels like the beginning of something new though it’s familiar.