“I—I’m yours.”
He’s like an animal in these moments—a predator that has finally caught his prey but is consumed by the desire to devour it. He leans back in the chair, his eyes staring intently into mine as I continue to ride him.
My movements have slowed to a rhythm that’s both driving me insane and building so much pressure that I know when I come, it’s going to be explosive.
“Tell me again,” he demands. I’m about to repeat what I just said when he adds on, “What you said in the barn.”
I study his eyes for a moment when I realize what he wants to hear.
“I love you.”
His eyes fall from mine down to my belly. He moves one hand from my hip, placing it against my stomach like he did that night in the tent.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod my head yes, thinking he’s asking if it’s okay for him to not pull out. “Yes.”
“You should stop taking it.”
I’m so close that I can’t understand what he’s saying. I don’t think he understands what he’s saying. It’s just the whiskey talking.
He holds up my dress as he watches himself slide in and out of me, his hips starting to come up as I come back down. He’s entranced, holding my hips tightly as we both start to tremble.
“But I could get pre—”
“That’s the point, darlin’,” he grunts as he pulls me down and buries his face in my neck. I feel him twitch and spill himself inside me just as my walls clench around him, my orgasm rolling through me, crashing in waves of pure ecstasy.
I stay in his arms, with only the sound of our labored breathing echoing around us. His hand is back to resting on my belly, his breath warm against my neck.
I know there’s something we need to talk about, but right now, I don’t want to ruin this moment. The fact that he’s clearly not ready to say I love you back—yet previously hinted at wanting me pregnant and told me just now—is alarming. I love him without a doubt, and the thought of a life and a family with him sends butterflies dancing through my stomach, but the nagging feeling that he’s scared and unsure hangs heavy over my head.
Did he make this confession because he wants those things with me too? Or is it because he’s scared I’ll leave like everyone else and this is a way to ensure I can’t run away?