My body writhed when his fingers entered me. I let out a moan of pleasure, my eyes fluttering open. Hades was there, right above me, staring at me.
“Hades,” I whispered. It was a moan. It was a plea.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, adding another finger, coating himself with me, coaxing my climax forward.
“I need you to fuck me,” I begged.
His eyes flared. “I need to watch you, Freya. Just for a little while longer.” He kept his fingers moving, the cords in his neck tight with restraint. With need.
Just when I was about to explode around him, his fingers left me. He moved quickly, sensing my desperation, meeting it with his own.
He hovered above me, his torso brushing against my bump. I was glad that had not freaked him out, his cock pressed against my pussy.
“Seeing you growing my baby,” he rasped. “Fuck.” He let out a growl from the back of his throat. “Never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life. Mine,” he murmured against my lips as he surged inside me.
My nails raked down his back as he filled me up, replenishing all the empty fucking spaces.
I reached up to hold his face in my hands, to still him. Our eyes were locked. “Don’t you ever fucking walk away from me again,” I whispered.
His eyes burned as his hard cock flexed inside of me. “Never.”
His words were an oath.
Chapter Twenty
“What the fuck are you doin’, carryin’ that?” a voice boomed.
Two seconds after the boom—two seconds exactly—a very large and very pissed off biker snatched the box from me and glared. “What the fuck, Freya?”
I rolled my eyes. “Hades, that box is full of nothing but lingerie. You could literally hold that with your pinky finger.”
I didn’t know why I was even bothering.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he snapped. “You are not to carry a single box, or I swear to fuck I’ll put you over my knee.”
My stomach dipped delightfully, my body pulsing with need. Pregnancy hormones and Hades made it impossible to think of much else other than sex. I did my best to distract myself with unpacking, decorating the nursery, catching up with everyone and starting a new series on YouTube about pregnancy.
It was obvious I couldn’t go back to work for Kallum. Or stripping in general. I hadn’t technically needed the money for a couple of years anyway, but I’d made it while I could, saving it for a rainy day. Or a market crash. Or whatever.
My income from day trading and the channel was more than enough. Plenty, in fact. Enough money for ten years of mortgage payments was stored in a high yield bank account.
So I was sorted.
We were sorted.
It meant something to me, to be able to do that. To give us a home. Our family.
It meant something to Hades too.
Some of the boxes we were moving belonged to Hades. To be fair, about three percent of them were his, considering all he valued was his cut, his motorcycle and a wardrobe full of black.
“What am I supposed to do while you unpack boxes?” I whined, feeling almost petty enough to stomp my foot. “Stay in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant?”
His eyes twinkled. “I wouldn’t object to that.”
“Nuh uh,” I scoffed. “I’m not giving up everything to be a stay-at-home mom. This is the twenty-first century, I can do both. I’ll be raising our child and bringing home the bacon.”
Something flashed in Hades’s eyes. Something that said he was not amused by my teasing. “We will both be raisin’ this baby.” His palm was on my stomach. “And I am taking care of the other shit now.”
Though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant, I really hoped I was wrong. “What shit?” I asked slowly.
“I’m takin’ care of the mortgage. Household expenses”
I was not wrong. “What?”
A crinkle formed between Hades’s brows. “Sold my house, Freya. Didn’t make a ton, but I made decent coin. Lived my life pretty fuckin’ simple, which means I do have a ton saved. Enough to pay off the mortgage. Add some more rooms.”
Although I was pretty pissed, I just stared at him. “Add on more rooms?”
Hades nodded, putting his hands on my belly. “Thought you wanted to fill this place with kids. It’s plenty big, but I know you won’t give up your filming room. Don’t want you to. Also know that with more kids and your shopping habits, there’s gonna be a lot more shit in this house. It’s plenty big now, but not once we’re finished... Kids can share when they’re young, but it’s good for them to have their own space when they get older.”
I continued to stare at Hades. No, it was safe to say I was gaping. “You went from no kids to multiple kids in the space of six months?”