More Than Him

“Don’t,” I say to him, stopping his hand. The sting when my hands touched his skin caused me to pull my hand back. Sensing the war within me, he smirks a bit and pushes further into me, pinning me to the wall. I am so busy fighting this war of lust and love he is bringing back to the forefront that I forget about the secret between us…literally. Not that I am pregnant, but that he doesn’t know. The moment he leans into me, I feel the baby kick and I can’t help but close my eyes, hoping like hell he didn’t feel it. It’s like our son knows his daddy is here. I squint my eyes open, scared to see his expression, but as soon as his eyes connect with mine, I know he felt it. His hands slowly travel from my neck down, his eyes never leaving mine, until he reaches my stomach. Moving my jacket aside, he puts his whole palm over my stomach causing a whimper in my throat at the intimacy of it. When he touches me, once again the baby kicks, introducing himself and the gasp that leaves him, is almost poetic. He almost looks...happy… possessive. I know what is coming next and I can’t stand here a minute longer or the strength I have been trying so hard to build with vanish. Pushing against his chest, I give it one last try. “Go back to your life, Dunbar. I am going on with mine,” and with that I run past him and hope like hell he doesn’t follow me.

I make it outside and lean against the building trying to catch my breath. Everything is shaking. My hands, legs, hell even my pussy is vibrating. I just need to get to class. I need to get to the one place I can control something. I walk into class sometime later and instantly I know it is going to be futile. There is no way I am going to be able to concentrate. But I can’t go back. At least not right now. I need time to gather myself and for him to leave. Huh. as soon as I say it, I know it is a joke. There is no way he's going to leave knowing I am carrying his baby. But what does it mean that he is here? Looking down at my stomach, “Your daddy’s here, lil peanut. Too bad he can’t stay.”

No matter how much we really want him too.Chapter EightLailaniThank God it is my day off. I am more than positive I am not the headspace to work today. I have so much running through my head. The real issue is the confliction inside of me. I know how I should feel. The thing is it is a complete juxtaposition to how I really feel. I have no idea what I am going to do. When I get off the elevator on my floor, I find myself tiptoeing down the hallway, not sure where he is. I am assuming his room is on this floor and right now, I need to think. I put my key in the door and am taking a deep breath when I make it inside, only to be pulled in and pushed against the wall. About to scream, I am thwarted when the mouth of the man I love slams into mine and all of the fight leaves me. Moaning at the feeling of having his tongue tangle with mine as his hands explore me. God why does this feel so good? I could blame it on hormones but I don’t lie to myself. “Fuck I missed you baby,” he says, his mouth traveling down my neck. Mmm. My favorite spot. I am so lost in the overwhelming feelings that I almost miss the way he lifts me and lays me on the bed as if I weigh nothing. Our mouths don’t miss a beat, starving for one another.

Removing his mouth from mine, he stops and stares at me, his eyes searing my body. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers before he takes my mouth again as his hands undress me. My shirt goes above my head and my pants down faster than my beating heart. Laying naked under him, my body shivering from the adrenaline flowing through me, I have never felt sexier. I can physically feel his eyes as they make love to me. When he gets to my belly, he gets down on his knees and leans over. “Hi baby. My baby,” he says, his voice filled with reverence and love. When he kisses it, the tears fall, and guilt fills me. How did I ever contemplate not telling him? His palm splays over the baby, once more kissing it, before he moves further down between my legs. “Mmm,” he says inhaling. “Still so juicy. Did this greedy cunt miss my attention, Lani?” Oh shit. His dirty mouth. “Ah.” I shout as he licks me, his tongue hot and forceful. “Fuck, baby. You're even sweeter than before. My seed added extra sugar huh,” he says before drinking and licking, like a soldier that has been lost in the desert.