He steps closer to me and places his hand on my cheek. “Fine. But, let’s not push it again.”
I roll my eyes, moving his hand away. I’m tempted to bite the damn thing off.
“The only way I’m crawling back in that bed is if you’re going to fuck me. If not, I’m going to get myself a drink. Then find Wes and cuddle up with him on the couch and watch cartoons.”
He sighs “All right, but if I come out there and your sexy ass isn’t planted on that couch, well…”
“Well, what? Punish me? Please do.” I purr, darting my tongue over my lips.
“And don’t go lifting Wes, he’s too heavy.” He says, scratching the nape of his neck, totally ignoring my seduction techniques.
“Yes, dear,” I mutter, while sarcastically fluttering my eyes.
He bites the inside of his cheek and closes in on me. His pupils dilate and my heart skips a beat at his darkening lustful stare. He leans in and his fingers graze the side of my face. My lips part and I’m quickly overtaken by his fiery, possessive kiss. The scent of his aftershave washes over me, and I melt in his arms. I grab his towel and pull it off him.
My hand wraps around his cock, and I start moving up and down his length, feeling him grow harder in my palm.
Finally.
“Meadow,” he groans, grabbing my wrist.
“Don’t fight it, Dexter, I need you,” I moan against his lips, ready to kiss him again when he jolts his head away and moves my hand from his dick.
“Dexter—” I let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through my hair. My sex is throbbing in need, just from that one kiss, and, I’m being denied—again.
He swallows hard. “Baby, we can’t.”
“Yes, we can!” I stomp my foot, not caring if I’m acting like a petulant child. Does he not know how badly I need him? “The doctor didn’t say anything about not having sex. YOU DID. I want you, and I know you want me. So, why do you push me away?”
“You know why,” he says.
In a huff, I grab the door handle, swing the door open, and rush out of the room. I make my way to the kitchen and see my mother sitting at the breakfast bar with Wes. Dexter got up this morning, like every morning since he’s been home, and got Wes ready for the day. All while I lay in bed and twiddle my thumbs.
“Good morning, Meadow.” My mom addresses me as she stirs Wes’ oatmeal. She’s been coming over in the mornings to help with Wes and keep me company since Dexter has put me on bed rest. “I see your captor has let you out of your cell today.”
I shake my head and walk to the fridge to get some orange juice. “He’s driving me nuts!” I exclaim, having the urge to yank my hair out.
“Mommy!” Wes wiggles his tiny hands at me. I know full well he wants me to pick him up, but instead, I walk over to him and let him put his arms around my enormous belly. He looks exactly like his father; brown hair, which is spiked to match Dex's, same brown eyes, nose, and chin, but thankfully he hasn't picked up that stubborn gene. Yet.
“Hi, sissy. Come out so I can play with you,” he whispers.
“She'll be here soon enough, Wes.” I kiss the top of his head as he continues to talk to his sister.
“She'll be here sooner if you don't take it easy,” Dexter says as he walks into the kitchen dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans.
I roll my eyes and trying my best not to snap because I know he means well.
But I think my hands around his neck would look good right about now.
“Daddy, sissy kicked me in the head.” Wes giggles and rests his head on my belly again. And sure enough, the baby kicks.
“She did, huh?” Dexter walks over to us and places his hand on my belly. The baby kicks, saying her hi to her daddy, which radiates the biggest smile out of him. “She’s kicking up a storm.”
Dexter’s hand remains as Wes goes back to eating. His stare bores into me. The sexual tension is palpable between us, and I bite my lip, begging for him to kiss me.
“You should be sitting down,” he grumbles, and all the energy around us goes crumbling down to my feet.
I shove his hand away from my stomach, and march to my office. There’s so much I want to say, a lot of it starting with the letter f, but with Wes there, I restrain.