Twisted Reality (Blind Reality 2) - Page 43

“Shopping.” I giggle, trying to get away from him, except he straddles me, pinning me between his legs.

“What are you buying me, something sexy, right?” He pulls the sheet down and cups my breasts before his fingers tweak my nipples.

“You’re going to be late.”

“I want you to be late.”

“What?” I gasp as h

is tongue circles my nipple.

“I think you know what I mean.” I do, but I’m more focused on the fact that the sheet I had covering my naked body is now pushed below my waist. The subtle hints aren’t lost on me, but the timing isn’t right. The drama that would ensue from us getting pregnant now would be too much to handle. The constant ‘you treat your child better than you treat ours’ would get tiring and the last thing I want is for Jules to use this baby against him. I know he’s going to be a great dad. I also know he’s been having conversations with my dad in regards to parenting. That alone is a huge step for Josh.

I look at the clock briefly, seeing that Josh is out of time. His driver will be here any second and he only waits a minute before he’s ringing our doorbell. It’s not only one ring and wait; it’s the constant jab that makes the bell go off repeatedly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I tell him, reaching into his shorts. The second my hand comes in contact with his shaft, his eyes roll back and his hips thrust, creating some friction.

He shimmies out of his shorts and boxers, letting his erection free and removing my hand. I adjust quickly, pulling my legs out from under him and spreading wide so his access to me is easy.

“Better make it quick, cowboy.”

Smirking, Josh pats my clit with the head of his penis. “Maybe I want to tease you, make you suffer the way you make me suffer.”

“I always give in.”

“Not always,” he says, slipping into me. “Sometimes you make me chase you, work for it.” He pulls out, leaving me with a void. He’s teasing, tormenting me. I’m worked up and he knows it. When he enters again, it’s hard and eager, and suddenly my legs are up over his shoulders and he’s pushing me forward.

“Fuck.” I reach for any part of him: his ass, his arms, and even his side, anything that I can dig my fingers into for leverage.

“That’s what I’m doing.” He grunts and reaches for our headboard, using that to his advantage. The tightness builds quickly with the urgency of our situation. “Do you want to come?” he asks.

“Yes.” I pant, my breathing labored as the familiar stirring starts to increase. His thumb presses down on my throbbing clit and I buck, desperately wanting more friction.

“Ah, Joey,” he moans as my orgasm moves through my body. He moves faster, harder, and I take it, all of it.

“Josh,” I whisper his name as he releases, grunting through the aftershocks that rock through our bodies.

“Fuck work,” he says, falling off to the side. His shorts are barely below his ass, making him look like a horny teenager trying not to get caught by his girlfriend’s dad.

“You say that every day.”

“And I mean it every day.”

The doorbell rings again; the loud annoying sounds grates on my nerves. “Fuck it,” getting up off the bed, he pulls his shorts back up, “I’m going to work with your scent all over me.”

I give him a look and he smirks. “I love the smell of your pussy, so it’s all good.” He kisses me quickly and tells me that he loves me before rushing down the hall. I hear him faintly tell the driver good morning before the front door shuts.

“Do you like this one?”

I go over to where Rebekah is standing next to a white crib. It’s pretty, but girlish. Our shopping adventure has landed us at a baby boutique. I’ve been eyeing this place for a while now, but haven’t had the courage to go in. The baby is going to need things at our house, but deep down I don’t want to buy the things I want my future child to have. I know it’s selfish, but I want my son or daughter to have that special crib. I know I’m going to step mom hell.

“I really should wait for Josh. He should be picking this out, not me.”

Sighing, Rebekah pulls me into her arms. The hug is friendly and needed. “Bronx doesn’t think the baby is Josh’s.”

“I know, he’s told me. Josh says she wouldn’t lie about it, though, and the way she’s been acting … I don’t know. I question whether she’s really pregnant.”

“Hasn’t Josh gone with her to an appointment or seen her sonogram?”

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