Another couple of inches and I was seated fully inside her. I could feel the crown of my shaft bump against her cervix and suddenly, the caveman inside me broke free. It was man’s natural instinct to procreate and the need overwhelmed me. I had two goals. Pleasure my woman and plant my baby in her womb.
I grabbed her legs and held them open as my hips set a rhythm of pulling slowly out of her clenching pussy before pistoning back in with such force that it rocked the bed, slamming it into the wall.
“I could fuck you for the rest of my life, baby.”
“Ethan!” Madison’s back arched as she cried out my name. “Faster, Ethan. Harder.” Her hands went to my shoulders and she held on tight, her fingers digging in.
Her pussy felt like silk wrapped around my naked cock and it wasn’t long before I was right on the edge. I lost all sense of control, fucking her with wild abandon. “I need you to come, baby,” I growled. “Come now, Madison!”
I dipped a hand between her legs and pinched her clit. She screamed my name as every muscle in her body clenched, the wall of her pussy practically strangling my cock. Two more powerful thrusts and I buried myself as deep as I could and let go.
My body shuddered violently as my cock pulsed and hot come jetted out in stream after stream, filling her up. I pressed myself even closer to make sure I sealed the opening, keeping all of my seed inside her.
Madison was quaking, her chest rising and falling with heavy pants. When her eyelids lifted, her brown eyes were dark with passion, but they were also sparkling. I bent my head and captured her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss.
Chapter Eight
Madison
When Ethan sent me a text this afternoon about meeting up tonight, I was surprised that we weren’t heading straight to his place. Over the past two weeks, we had spent all except one night together—but we had never gone anywhere except for his house. Or more specifically, his bedroom. Okay, and his bathroom too since shower sex was amazing. Maybe the couch in his living room once or twice, too. Also, there was that time when he put the kitchen counter to good use. And on the hood of his car in his garage. And—yeah, basically all over his house.
Although Ethan had joked about it, we didn’t really need practice to make sex between us perfect. It already was. But that was pretty much the extent of our...relationship? I wasn’t even sure what to call whatever it was that was going on with us since we’d moved from one-night stand territory straight into baby daddy zone. Completely on purpose.
The only times we’d been on anything that could remotely be considered even close to a date were the first night we’d met at the bar—which was a hookup, not a date—and when he took me to dinner to talk me into his pregnancy plan in the first place. And that was...well, I had no idea how to describe our dinner. Although he’d driven and been the one to pay for dinner, he hadn’t asked me out that night; he’d basically told me I was going and then left me with no choice but to join him.
Looking at the text with directions to a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant I’d heard about but never visited, I mumbled to myself, “And there he goes, being all bossy again.”
I probably should have been pissed off at him for being so high-handed with me since I didn’t think we had the kind of relationship where he could boss me around. Except for maybe in bed.
But I loved tacos. As in I loved loved them. So much that it was shocking I hadn’t made it to every single place in town that sold tacos by now. And if I was being honest with myself, I also kind of liked his bossy ways. There was just something about having such a confident man’s complete focus on you that was exhilarating.
Except it was starting to get all confusing for me because feelings were getting involved. At least on my end. And I could only share so much with Melody since he was supposed to be bossy with her because he was the one who signed her paychecks. The first time I mentioned how commanding he tended to be in and out of bed, she’d smashed her hands over her ears and yelled something about not being able to hear me.
As I pulled up in front of the Mexican restaurant, a delicious aroma wafted my way and cleared all thoughts from my brain. For the moment, I only had one thing on my mind—seeing how quickly I could get someone to bring me a taco. Or two. Maybe even three. My stomach grumbled with hunger as I parked the car.
Ethan was already waiting for me at a table when I walked inside. He rose to his feet to greet me, pressing a kiss to my cheek and pulling my chair out before he sat back down. “I went ahead and ordered you a piña colada.”
He gestured towards the frozen concoction in front of me, and my mouth watered a little. Pineapple and coconut were two of my favorite flavors, and I really appreciated the gesture—especially since it meant he’d paid attention when I’d mentioned the time that Melody and I went to an all-inclusive resort in Ixtapa and drank piña coladas at the pool from like ten o’clock in the morning on. But... “By any chance, did you order an appetizer, too?”
“Just some salsa, guacamole, and chips.” That sounded delicious, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted. I must have looked as crestfallen as I felt because he chuckled softly and asked, “I should’ve gotten you some tacos, huh?”
“Maybe,” I mumbled around my straw, taking a big sip of my drink.
His dark eyes darted over my shoulder, and then his lips tilted up in a satisfied smile. “Lucky for me, the waiter is on his way with the chips. We can put in a quick order for some tacos to share while you check out the menu.”
I took another swig of my drink and puzzled over how smooth it tasted. As the waiter set the basket of chips on the table, I pointed at my glass. “My piña colada is delicious, but it tastes like it’s missing something.”
The waiter’s eyes swept down from my face to the cleavage barely peeking out from the neckline of my shirt. He flashed me a flirtatious grin as he answered, “That’s because it’s a virgin.” His smile took on a lecherous quality as he stressed the last word, and I scooted back on my seat because it made me uncomfortable. “I’d be happy to bring you a real drink.”
Ew.
Just ew.
Ethan must’ve ordered me the drink without any alcohol, and the waiter apparently thought that opened a door he could walk through to try to steal me away. It was totally sleazy, and stupid considering Ethan was sitting right there.
“As if,” I snorted.
The waiter looked confused by my response. I didn’t get the chance to explain before Ethan rose from his seat and stalked around the table to face off with him. “The only thing you’ll get my woman is someone else to serve us. Now.”
Oh, yeah. His commanding air definitely did it for me, even when it was triggered by jealousy. Or maybe more so because it hinted at feelings that might be deeper than me just being his future baby mama who he was giving tons of orgasms.
The waiter sputtered, his face turning beet red, before he spun around and rushed away. Ethan dragged his chair until it was at the side of the table perpendicular to mine. As he plopped down on it, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his thigh. “Sitting across from you was a mistake. You’re too damn beautiful for my own good.”
“Hardly,” I laughed. “Just because one waiter decides to flirt with me—”
He interrupted me to say, “It’s not just the one waiter, Madison. You might not notice that guys watch you wherever you go, but I sure as fuck do.”
I couldn’t resist teasing him a little about what he’d said to the waiter. But it was only semi-teasing since I was hoping his reaction would give me more of a clue as to whether or not he was catching feelings for me like I was for him. “Because I’m your woman?”
“Damn straight you are. You sleep in my bed after I’ve fucked you hard, filling you with my come.” His dark gaze dropped to my belly as he rubbed his thumb along my palm. “And there’s much more than a small chance that you’re already carrying my baby. If that doesn’t make you my woman, then I don’t know what the hell would.”
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bsp; His answer didn’t give me much insight into where he saw this going other than knocking me up, but his possessive tone sent goosebumps along my spine and the brush of this thumb along my skin only added to it. Ethan didn’t seem to notice my reaction as he continued, “I should’ve just told the little fucker that I ordered you a virgin piña colada because you were pregnant. That would’ve made him back off without forcing you to wait longer to get tacos.”
“Except we don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet,” I pointed out. Then I did a quick calculation in my head, and tacos were the last thing on my mind. When we met almost two and a half weeks, I’d been smack-dab in the middle of my cycle. Which meant my period had been due three days ago.
Holy shit! My period was late, and we’d been having literally all of the unprotected sex we could possibly manage over the past couple of weeks.
I was in a daze when our new waitress came over to take our orders. I barely noticed when Ethan asked for a plate of ground beef tacos to come out right away as an appetizer. I wasn’t even sure what I ordered for my main entrée. I hardly tasted the food when it was served. The possibility of me being pregnant shouldn’t have come as such a shock to me, but it suddenly made the whole I’ll-get-you-pregnant-the-old-fashioned-way thing so much more real. And it left me wondering—would the sex be over if Ethan had accomplished his goal?
Chapter Nine
Ethan
Madison seemed a little off for the rest of the evening, and I wondered if I’d pissed her off with my jealous behavior. But, honestly, what man wouldn’t flip the fuck out when another man so blatantly hit on his woman? He was lucky I hadn’t put him on his ass. Just thinking about it made the rage begin to bubble up inside again, but I tamped it down and focused on my date.