“Yes, Jozef. We are all yours.” Thank fuck. That is what it takes.
I feel it building inside of me. It has been too long and I need to release it inside of her, spray painting her walls and showering her with everything I have. “Suck it.” I tell her, placing my other thumb in her mouth. “Get it nice and wet so I can drive that nub between those lips crazy.”
Like the greedy angel she is, my baby sucks my thumb like she does my cock. My boy swells more inside of her, wanting that feeling of being inside of her tiny mouth. When it is wet enough, I rub it against her clit, adding pressure relentlessly. I curse when she screams impaling herself once more on my dick. We come together, shouting into the night, wrapped around one another, like we never want to be apart.
“Shit, shit, shit. Fucking pussy worth dying for,” I say into her back kissing it. We both fall, depleted, barely breathing and snuggling before exhaustion takes us under.
The last thing I remember is both our hands on her stomach and my silent vow to fix this so we can be a family.
CHAPTER
FOUR
AISLING
I didn’t realize how lonely I have been until Jozef showed up in my apartment. I didn’t bother trying to figure out how he got in. I was just so happy to see him.
I have been awake, laying on his chest for the last hour or so, not wanting to move, scared he will wake up and have to go. Considering I don’t know why he is here, how he knew where I was and how long he can stay, I would say my fears are founded.
“Are you just going to keep staring at me?” I hear a rumble from his chest. I smile thinking about the number of times I asked him the same question the week we spent together a few months ago.
“Maybe. What are you going to do about it?” I tease him, kissing his chest. He rolls over, dragging me underneath him and his eyes get low and serious.
“Nothing, baby. Love every minute of it.” he says before kissing me. I take a second and bask in the feeling of being back in his arms. Of having the man I fell hopelessly in love within a few days, here, in my palace, holding me, covering me and our baby, like it was meant to be. But for how long? “What’s with the frown, baby? Talk to me.” he says, rubbing his finger down the middle of my forehead.
“Not that I am not happy to see you, Zef, but what are you doing here?” Might as well get to the point.
“What the hell did you expect? When you didn’t come to me in Chicago, and I fucking know you saw me. I knew something was wrong. I couldn't move on it then due to family issues, but the minute it was over I came here for you. Now your turn. Tell me what the hell is going on?”
I take a deep breath and allow the feeling of a hand rubbing back and forth on my stomach to calm me before I answer him. His hand is so big or I am so small he can palm the entire thing. It feels good to be touched by him and to have him share this experience with me.
“After you left New York, I got a job offer to be an assistant for the CEO of a company. I had applied for the job weeks before I met you. At first everything seemed normal, then he started asking too many questions, trying to be too involved in my personal life. I shrugged it off. Maybe it was something I needed to get used to. I had never had a real job.” I stop talking for a second, needing a minute because when I think about how stupid I was and naive, I feel like an idiot and it makes me emotional.
“When he started getting upset when I would take phone calls or answer text messages, I knew something was wrong. More and more of his meetings were in shady places with men who looked even shadier. I tried to resign but he threatened me. He told me since I had been present at some of his ‘off the books’ meetings, I could be liable too. He took my phone and did something to it because he said he wanted to be sure I didn't rat him out. I was too scared to say anything to anyone. Oh God Jozef, I don’t know what to do.” His arms wrap around me, holding me tightly. His understanding of what I need at this moment is remarkable, because I am not even sure what it is.
His head moves towards mine and he kisses me slowly and with whispered words of reassurance quieting my cries. “I am going to get you out of it, baby. You and my..” his voice gets choked up before he finishes. ”My child is going to be safe but you have to trust me.”