“I was scared, beautiful...so fucking scared I would never have you in my arms again,” I tell her honestly, burying my face against her shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers against my chest.
“I won’t be able to let you out of my sight again, not for a long time,” I tell her, adjusting her legs around my hips and sliding into her, not moving, just needing to feel her surrounding me and in my arms.
“I was scared too,” she whimpers.
“I know, I know,” I murmur, running my hand down her now wet hair. We stand like that for a long time, with her in my arms, my cock buried deep inside her. When I carry her out of the shower and to the bed, laying her under me, I move slowly and gently, feeling her walls grasp me as her limbs wrap tightly around me, and we both come, clinging to each other before I roll us to our sides so I don’t hurt her.
“I’m pregnant.” Tilting my head down to see her eyes, I slide my hand through her hair, pushing the wet strands back away from her face, trying to understand the look in her eyes. “The nurse told me,” she says, and I fight back the anger I’m feeling at not being able to tell her myself, knowing she doesn’t need that on her mind right now.
“I know, baby.”
“Is that why you gave me the ring?” she whispers, raising her hand between us, looking at the antique four-carat ring that has been in my family for generations.
“No,” I state firmly, moving her back under me and sliding back inside her. “I love you, beautiful, so damn much,” I whisper into her ear while stroking in and out of her slowly, our bodies moving in sync. Lifting her hips, I slide deeper, fighting myself for control, when all I want to do is fuck her so hard that everyone in the building knows what we’re doing. “Your pussy is so fucking wet for me, Fern, so wet.”
I groan, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, forcing my tongue between her lips and tangling it with hers. Tasting her on my tongue has me craving more of her. Slipping out of her, I kiss the tip of her nipple then lick over the puckering bud before blowing across it, watching it tighten further. Sliding my fingers over her stomach then pubic bone before rolling over her clit in the lightest touch, I then slide them lower, entering her with two, scissoring them and moving in and out of her.
Hearing her moan, I kiss and nibble my way down her body before settling myself between her spread thighs. I lick between my fingers, which are slick with her juices, pressing my aching cock into the bed to alleviate the pressure. I lick up her center and land on her clit, pulling it into my mouth. Her body lifts off the bed and her hands go to the sheets, fisting the material between her fingers. Flicking her clit with my tongue as my fingers move in and out of her quickly, I lap up as much of her sweet juices as I can, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Carter.” My name leaves her mouth on a breathy moan.
Groaning against her, my fingers move faster and I pull her clit into my mouth, biting down then sucking hard. I feel her fingers run through my hair, grasping it tightly. I press my cock harder into the bed, needing to calm down before I lose control and hurt her or our child.
Screaming my name, her hips raise and she holds my face tighter against her as her hot cunt squeezes down on my fingers and she floods my mouth with her orgasm. Kissing her clit one last time, I wipe my chin on her inner thigh then kiss up her belly and slide into her, resting my forehead against her collarbone as her pussy spasms around me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I tell her, raising my head above hers. “So fucking good, Fern.” I move slowly, our bodies sliding against each other’s easily as perspiration coats our skin. Her legs lift, wrapping tight around my ass, pulling me deeper into her depths.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers as her nails dig into my back.
“I feel it, beautiful. Squeeze me tight. Fuck, just like that,” I growl, burying myself balls-deep inside of her as her orgasm pulls me over the edge, sucking every last drop of cum from me. Rolling to my back with her in my arms and my cock still buried inside her, I pull the covers up from the bottom of the bed and toss them over us. Listening to her breathing even out while my hand runs over her hair, I eventually follow her off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Carter
Walking out of my office, I hear the tinkling of Fern’s laughter coming from somewhere on the office floor, which surprises me. She was pissed two minutes ago, when she walked out of my office in a huff because I told her she couldn’t go get lunch for us without me. Since she got out of the hospital a month ago, I still haven’t felt safe having her out of my sight. I know she’s feeling trapped, but I don’t give a fuck. Until my men find her grandmother, this is the way it’s going to be. Then again, I’m not sure things will change after her grandmother is brought in.
Walking down the hall, I pause at the door to the copy room and rage fills me. Fern is standing with her back to me, the pencil skirt she’s wearing clinging tightly to her ass, her cream-colored sheer top allowing a glimpse at her lacy bra through the back. I have no idea how I didn’t notice her outfit before this, but seeing Galvin, a lawyer five years younger than me, standing next to her, I see it clear as fucking day.
“What’s going on?” I bark when Fern laughs again. Jumping, she turns to look at me over her shoulder then pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, smiling.
“You have to see this video Galvin showed me,” she says, touching his arm before turning fully towards me. Narrowing my eyes on Galvin, I glare before turning my attention back to Fern.
“Go wait in my office,” I say, trying to speak with much more softness than I feel.
“Carter?” she whispers, looking unsure as she studies me.
“Now,” I hiss, pointing to the door, waiting until she’s out of sight before turning my attention to Galvin. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
“I was only showing her a video.” He frowns.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
“Chill out, man. It was innocent.”
“What did you just say?” I ask, taking a step towards him, moving my face an inch from his, praying he says something so I can lay his ass out. I know he’s telling the truth, but I can’t see through the red that is covering my vision.
“What’s going on here?” my father asks, pressing his hand to my chest as he steps between us.
“Just laying down some ground rules,” I tell him, not taking my eyes off Galvin as I step back and straighten my tie.
“We need to talk in my office, son,” Dad says, and I hear something in his tone that has my eyes going to him.
“Let me look in on Fern first,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Galvin, let’s go get a coffee,” my dad says as I turn for the door. Doubling my pace, I walk into my office and slam the door behind me.
“Carter,” Fern whispers as I prowl towards her, watching her back up until her ass hits my desk. Caging her in, I fist my hands in the fabric of her skirt and pull it roughly up over her ass then turn her around to face the desk. I place my hand at the back of her neck, pushing her face forward until she’s bent at the waist then spank her three times hard.
“Carter,” she moans my name, letting me know she’s not hurting but turned on.
> Looking down, I see she’s wearing a lacy cream thong. Wrapping my fist around the flimsy material, I yank. Moaning, she tries to lift her head to look at me, but I keep her immobilized as my fingers run down the crack of her ass and plunge into her. She’s already soaked, which is good, because I don’t want to hurt her. Roughly, I fuck her with my fingers, bringing her close to orgasm before stilling my movements then repeat again and again until she’s crying out in frustration.
“Who owns you, Fern?” I growl, bending over her body so my mouth is near her ear as I bring her closer to another orgasm. “Who owns this cunt? Who do you belong to?” I snarl, stilling my hand as her body bucks back, begging me to continue.
“You do,” she moans. Removing my fingers, I unhook my belt and free my cock, wrapping my hand tightly around the base.
“Is this what you want?” I question, running the head of my dick up and down her slit.
“God, yes.”
“Tell me,” I snarl.
“I want it.”
“What do you want?” I whisper against her ear, feeling her shiver.
“I want your cock,” she cries, and I slam deep inside her. Her walls convulse around me as her juices coat my cock and balls. Sliding in and out of her slowly, I don’t know how long I will be able to hold off. She’s so fucking hot that it feels like her pussy is on fire. Holding her in place by the back of her neck, I slide my free hand around her waist and roll my fingers over her clit then move my hand from the back of her neck to cover her mouth as she screams out her orgasm.
Slamming deep three more times, I plant myself behind her then bend forward and growl my orgasm into her neck as her cunt milks every last drop of cum out of me. Biting down on the skin of her neck, I pull it into my mouth, sucking hard enough that I know it will bruise.
“You’re mine, Fern. Don’t ever forget it,” I tell her, pulling my weight off of her.
“I’m having your baby and wearing your ring. It’s kinda hard to forget who I belong to,” she whispers, closing her eyes, and I see a small smile playing on her mouth.