Leaning his forehead against mine, I felt him line himself up, fitting himself to me. “You’re mine, Sophia. You know that, right? All mine. I love you.”
“And you’re mine,” I replied. “I love you, too.”
Then he thrust home, and we both cried out. Falling quickly into a perfect rhythm, he grabbed one of my legs and pulled it up, my knee bending to hook over his ass. It made him slide deeper into me, until I was sure that I couldn’t take another inch. The feeling was intense, but pleasurably so.
Brett was everywhere, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There was nothing of myself that I wouldn’t give to him. He owned me.
Heart. Body. Soul.
The way that he made love to me told me that he felt exactly the same way. My back slid against the sheets as he thrust into me, pushing me into the mattress. The sensations were so potent, so rhythmic, the pressure so perfect that my entire body started shaking from the force of the pleasure that he was bringing me.
“That’s it, Soph. I can feel you, you’re getting so close.” He grunted as he pumped into me deeper and faster than before. “Me too. I’m letting go. Let go with me, baby.”
As if his words cast some sort of spell over my body, binding me to him, my orgasm spiraled through me at the exact same time that he tensed and groaned my name above me.
Chapter Thirteen
Brett
The phone just kept ringing and ringing. Mark was clearly still not talking to me. Any minute now, his voicemail was going to tell me it was full. Unless he was simply deleting all my messages without listening to them. None of the texts I’d sent him had been marked as read, so it was a good bet he wasn’t listening to voice messages, either.
I was standing in his living room, looking out at the street a couple of stories below. People moved about their business like ants, like nothing of significance had changed in the past twenty-four hours. If only that was true for me, too.
“Brett, do you want any coffee?” Sophia called from the kitchen.
I’d stayed with her the night before. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her alone. Mark hadn’t come back, and he wasn’t talking to either of us, as far as I knew.
Sophia and I hadn’t talked much about anything, though we’d been at the apartment together. We watched mindless action movies, ate comfort food, and let each other think. It was pretty great to be with someone who knew me well enough that I could be by myself, even though she was there with me.
“Please,” I called back to her.
There was a domesticity about us suddenly that I wasn’t completely uncomfortable with. What I was entirely uncomfortable with was being on the outs with Mark. We’d had spats over the years, sure. But nothing like this.
He was actively avoiding me, and while I would never admit it, I needed him. Sophia needed him. We were both still in shock and trying to come to grips with the fact that we were about to be parents. My stomach clenched, and my heart went wild every time I let myself think about it.
If it kept going the way it was, I was probably going to have to get to a cardiologist, sooner rather than later, but I didn’t let Sophia know it. She was drifting around like she
was in some kind of daze. I had to be strong for her and be there for her.
I still had to tell my mom that she was going to be a grandmother, and I didn’t really know why I was putting it off. She was likely to be thrilled about the latest development. Mom had always loved the Loves as much as I did.
Sophia hadn’t told her parents yet, either, probably because we were still struggling to deal with it ourselves. She hadn’t even told me outright that she wanted to keep the baby. I blanched at the alternative, but swallowed it back.
The tone of the few conversations we’d had thus far hinted strongly that she wasn’t considering… taking care of it. I wasn’t even going to think the word.
Sophia’s soft footfalls sounded on the carpeted floor, and I turned to find her holding two steaming mugs of coffee. She held one out to me and came to stand beside me.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Sure.”
We sipped in silence, both watching the people below go about their business as though they didn’t have a care in the world. Realistically, I knew that probably wasn’t true. Everyone had their own shit to deal with. It simply felt like we were dealing with this monumental thing while everyone else was going out to brunch or doing Sunday morning grocery shopping.
I didn’t know how to feel about that.
It was pretty fucking hard to believe that there were actually three people in this room, not only the two I could see reflected in the window we were staring out of. I couldn’t believe we’d made a baby. And that that meant I was going to be a father.
My heart did the crazy galloping thing again, only calming when I fixed my gaze on Sophia’s reflection. Because as much as I never thought I would be a father, I also never thought that I could love someone the way I did Sophia.