Reilly's Wildcard (Blackwater)

Comprehension dawned, and she smiled. “I like knowing that.”

“I want to be inside you, so damn deep inside you. Don’t make me wait another second, woman. I’m begging here.”

> She chuckled. “I ought to make you suffer longer. I’m certain you’ve never begged a day in your life.”

He shook his head. “Christ, you’re wicked.”

His need was hers; his urgency fueled her bravado. She raised her hips and took him in her hands, guiding him to her entrance. Lucy lowered herself onto him, taking her time, feeling every inch of his hard cock slide between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and arched her back and pushed down all the way. “Yes, I missed that,” she moaned.

His voice was a scrape of gravel when he said, “You feel good. So damn warm and tight.”

Reilly wanted to change their positions. Wanted to be the one in control. But he was determined to allow her to have her way. To give her the tender loving she deserved. So he stayed put, satisfied to watch her learn what her body was capable of. He reached between their bodies and squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pumping and pulling at the little nub, encouraged by the small sounds that emanated from her throat. Her breaths quickened, and she moved even faster on top of him. He felt himself ever closer to the edge and stroked her once more, sending her flying over.

He removed his hand and clutched her hips. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Lucy’s lashes fluttered open, and he growled, “You belong to me.” Then he pushed her down. Hard. Impaling her completely, as if verifying his words.

His explosion came quick and furious, his come filling her. Lucy collapsed on top of him. Their breathing came in quick pants. Their hearts beat out of control, bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her delicate rib cage and held her there. She was his, and somehow he needed to make her understand that. Already he could feel her attempting to pull away from him. She always attempted to maintain some sort of emotional distance, especially after sex, and it infuriated him.

Reilly shifted them so they lay spoon fashion. He pulled her in close, and she cozied her bottom against his groin. He smiled at the automatic gesture. She was becoming comfortable with him without even being aware of it. Reilly put a possessive arm over her still-flat stomach, binding her to him.

“We’re so going to be late to dinner at this rate.”

Because they were eating at the Blackwater, Reilly said, “It’s cool, I happen to know the owner.”

She laughed and cuddled closer. God, how Reilly wanted this moment to last. In the back of his mind, the ticking of a clock grew increasingly louder, as if his time with Lucy was fleeting. He wished like hell he could smash that damn imaginary clock.

Chapter Eight

They’d been back together for a little over five months, and Lucy was still no closer to figuring out if they were going to be an item once the babies were born or not. God, there were so many things to think about, and it overwhelmed her at times. One thing she’d decided not to worry about was a new and bigger apartment. Her place was going to have to do for now, because the thought of moving sent her into an anxiety attack. Her mind was so consumed with thoughts of Reilly. Like, would he want to be a part of both her and the babies’ lives?

They’d gotten into a comfortable routine. After work, they spent their evenings talking and making plans for the birth. On weekends, she sang at the Blackwater. It’d been rough at first, but the customers had quickly warmed up to her and she’d gotten more comfortable performing in front of a crowd. Her baby bump was a constant source of discussion. There was even some betting going on as to the sex of the babies. Lucy felt more and more at home with Reilly and his family.

It scared her to death.

When Reilly had her alone, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Lucy certainly had no complaints when it came to their sex life. At over seven months pregnant, she would have thought Reilly would have lost interest in her by now. At least chilled a little. He hadn’t, despite the fact that her flat belly was a thing of the past. She feared her skinny jeans might never come out of storage. She wore maternity clothes all the time, which weren’t terribly flattering.

“Why do all maternity clothes look so…so cutesy? God, it’s enough to make me gag.”

Reilly chuckled. “I like you cutesy.” He stopped tucking in his shirt and came up behind her, staring at her in the dresser mirror. He kissed the top of her head. It was gentle and swift and so sweet that Lucy felt it clear to her toes. With his shirt half opened, his tanned chest and the sprinkling of dark hair peeked out. He appeared every inch a calendar model, mouthwateringly gorgeous. His big, strong body took up enough space that the room appeared to shrink around them.

“You’re sexy no matter what you wear,” he growled, then placed his hands protectively over her protruding abdomen. “Are you certain you should still be working?”

Lucy narrowed her eyes. “We’ve had this discussion. The doctor says I’m fine. There aren’t any problems with the babies, and working keeps me active and healthy. Quit being such a worrier.”

He grunted and caressed his way upward. Lucy halted his curious hands with one of hers. “I know where this is going, and we’ve both got to get moving. You’ve made me late as it is. Again.”

Reilly descended on her neck, licking and nibbling. “I didn’t hear you complain when you were coming. What was it, three times? I lost count.”

Lucy felt her face heat up. She was so damned sensitive lately. Every touch sent her libido into overdrive. “It’s this pregnancy. I can’t seem to get enough.”

Reilly hummed his approval at that notion. “Then I shall keep you pregnant. Suits me just fine, sweetheart.” Lucy elbowed him in the ribs. “Oomph.” His head snapped up. “What was that for?”

“It’s comments like that right there that make me so nuts. You’re such a chauvinist!”

He stepped away and finished tucking in his shirt, a satisfied expression on his face. “I can’t help it if I like seeing you all soft and round with my babies.” His gaze scorched her as he looked his fill. “Your breasts are bigger. Your hips rounded. And all I do is touch you and your pussy is sopping wet. If I had my way, you’d be naked right now, and I’d be on my knees lapping you up.”

“I—”

The ringing of the phone cut her off. She rushed around the bed to answer it and heard Reilly say, “Saved by the bell, sweetheart.”