Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“You’re going to fucking kill me. Shayla, I’m so far gone. And now…uh, baby—” he cuts off when I pivot my hips forward then circle back down—Trey’s favorite. “And now you’re pregnant with my child. How can I ever fucking live without you now?”

“Why would you have to?”

“Because you’re still so fucking out of my league.”

Thrusting gently, I shake my head slowly. “No, I’m not. My body was made for your pleasure, my heart was made to keep yours whole, I am who I am because I was made just for you. As you were for me. That’s called destiny.”

“Fuck me, you damn angel, you’re my every fucking breath, my every thought, my every heartbeat.” Thrusting up into me, he brings his point home.

Leaning up, his lips find my neck and he lavishes me with soft kisses and silky sucks. My hands roam up and over his strong muscular shoulders; the rough peaks feeling hot under my skin. Wrapping around his neck, I let them hang lazily with barely any hold on them. His lips feel like plush clouds on my neck—smooth, plump, and masculine. I feel small and cherished in his arms at this very moment. When he starts to help control my movements, taking the pressure off of my sore legs, I grip his hair in my hands.

“I don’t want you sore, baby, tell me if it hurts at all, okay?” he asks, his worry becoming on him, making my heart skip a beat.

“I will, ohhh…” He bites down on my shoulder and his strong grip on my hips controls my rising and falling. Each thrust is strong, not rushed, but measured.

“How’s that feel, baby?” I don’t know why he even has to ask; my heavy breathing and moans should be enough indication that I am thoroughly enjoying this. We’re making love, not screwing, not fucking, making love, consummating the joyous news of our growing family.

“Yes, God, so good, baby.” Tightening my arms around his neck, his lips nipping at my jaw, he hits against my cervix. Bringing the heel of my palm to my mouth, I bite down, sheltering my moan.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?”

I shake my head rapidly. “No, it feels amazing, don’t stop.” His thick invasion feels incredible inside me, where I feel every hard inch. His slick abs and pecs, sliding against my pebbled nipples, the sensation sending an eruption of goose bumps across my body.

“The bed, take me to bed, please.” I hate to stop us, but I want to be able to have this last all night. Holding off my orgasm feels torturous, but I don’t want this feeling, this night, to end.

“Anything, angel.” Reluctantly, I remove myself from Trey, nearly crying at the loss of him. We leave the bathroom, one at a time, him ahead of me, his outstretched hand holding onto mine.

We don’t rush; we take our time. The night air coming through my open balcony door is crisp, and between the arousal and the chill, my body is shaking deliciously, waiting to have the heat of Trey all over me again.

Climbing onto the bed, more like crawling, I know he’s watching me. I can feel his eyes zeroing in on his favorite part of my body—my ass. Slowly flipping over, I lay my body out for him and my suspicions were right, he’s staring down on me like he always does.

“Open your legs, make room for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, gaining me a smug grin.

“You little tease. I can’t wait for you to call me that for the rest of our lives.”

I know I was just teasing, but his confession was so sweet, turning my joke into something beautiful.

“Seriously, you are so dang handsome and witty.”

“Only for you, Mama.” Okay, there it is, now a puddle at his feet, I’m at his mercy.

“Get over here and make love to me…” I whisper into the dark, the thick air keeping our labored breaths.

Climbing up on the bed, he places himself between my legs, grabbing the plump pillow and helping place it under my hips. With one hand on his cock and the other gripping my hands above my head, he kisses my lips and thrust into me smoothly.

“Uhh!” I moan and he grunts.

“Home, fuck I’m home. You’re my home, baby.”

“You’re my home.” I reach between us and touch my stomach.

His eyes light up, his lips drawn into a straight line as he absorbs my words. “I will protect you both, I will always be the best damn father to our child, I promise.”

We’re slowly moving in sync together while we make indestructible promises to each other. He doesn’t have to say any more, I know by looking into his eyes he means he’ll never let the past of his mother affect our family, he will never run, he will never abandon, he will never leave.

No one will ever come between us again—ever.