Shit. “Yeah, but not at your expense. I still want you to enjoy it, but if you keep riding me that hard. You won’t.”
“I’m going to enjoy it,” she growls and leans over me. “Suck on my – “
My mouth latches on her nipple before she can get the word out. It’s too damn late. I can’t stop. I grab her hips and drive into her repeatedly as I work my tongue over her tight flesh.
She moans and withers above me as my thighs slap against her flesh. I’m beyond the point of reason. I can’t think, nor can I stop. All I can do is feel and enjoy the sensation of her pussy, sucking me deep inside her tight molten center.
It can’t possibly get any better. It’s perfect. Then, her sex squeezes down on my dick like she’s trying to rip it off and keep me inside her forever, and I shudder forcefully. Fucking heaven.
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Fuck me harder,” she chants as her entire body moves with my motions.
She’s like a ragdoll flying above me. Her eyes are shut tight, and her mouth hangs open as she growls with pleasure.
“Cum, Princess. I can’t stop.” I hate my weakness. My cock tightens and shoots semen deep inside her body.
With one last thrust, she screams and shatters above me. Thank God. I drag her down beside me and roll on top of her. As she heaves against me, I claim her mouth. She’s always been mine and always will be.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie
The dark shadows blanket the room as I blink and try to figure out where I am. Something is on my arm. I try and move it, but it doesn’t budge. I’m not in my twin bed at grandma’s house, because the mattress is softer than what I’m used to. I blink. Dad’s house? I sniff. Definitely, not. It doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sweat.
I inhale again. Musk and sex. Trey. Every nerve in my body tenses. What did I do? Oh, fuck. What did I do? My heart races and thuds against my ribs. I had unprotected sex with Trey. It wasn’t a broken condom or a forgotten pill. I wasn’t drunk. There’s no excuse.
Tears spring to my eyes. I can’t lose another baby or risk my heart again. I wiggle my arm and try to break free from the weight of Trey’s neck. My hand is sound asleep, and my chest is smashed against his.
How do I get out of here without waking him up? I have to get away before I look in his eyes. I’m terrified of what I’ll see. Will it be regret? Anger? Sadness? Happiness? Which emotion do I fear the most?
He should be angry. I deserted him all those years ago and never told him about the pregnancy. Did he have too much to drink? No. He didn’t drink that much. So, why isn’t he holding it against me?
It doesn’t make sense. I fucking walked away from him without a word. If he did that to me, I’d hate him. Granted, I had a good reason, or so I’d thought at the time, but he hadn’t known that.
I grab the side of the mattress and twist, pulling myself out from under him. He moans and lands on his face. For several seconds, I?
??m motionless.
If he wants to start over, what do I want? Tears slide down my cheeks. I want it all with Trey – the white picket fence, large wedding, and the happily ever after. But what about kids? He’ll want children. He always did.
Shit. I shake my head and scurry around the room, searching for my clothes. How can I open my heart again and potentially have it ripped out of my chest?
After tossing my clothes on, I rub the tears off my face. Crap. How do I get out of here? What if the door is locked? I twist the knob and open the door to the loudest squeak I’ve ever heard.
Oh, for the love of God. I cringe and watch his still body lying on the mattress. His breathing is slow and deep. Once I’m positive he’s asleep, I move through the next room and out into the bar.
“Good morning.” A young woman grins and waves. She has a small girl, probably around ten months old, on her hip and a little boy, around two or three, is playing at her feet. “Nice sleep?”
My face burns as I swallow. Fuck. I probably look like a roasted guppy fish. “Yeah, it was great.” It isn’t a lie. I’ve not slept that well in years. I fan myself and pray I can get out of here without making a bigger fool out of myself.
“Travis said Trey was staying over. He’s the best guy.” She bounces the little girl on her hip. “I haven’t even seen him with a woman before. Have you known him long?”
I clear my throat. “Since high school.” I cross my arms over my chest. Why didn’t I look in the mirror before I came out? I must look like shit.
“Did you date in the past?” She cocks her head to the side and studies me.
“Yes. We were together from freshman year until graduation.” Regret washes over me. Should I have stayed? Would things have been different? I was so scared my dad would find out and make me get an abortion. Risking staying was not a possibility.
“Oh, how sweet. Well, if he’s bringing you around his friends, he must still care about you.” She steps closer to me.