Chapter Thirteen
Sierra
I know this isn’t just any regular ole missionary position as soon as Austin pins my wrists down above my head on the mattress. His gaze locks onto mine as he slides the tip in. Up until now, we’ve been fucking. Up against the tree, against the door, me mounting him and riding his cock like a freaking rodeo. But this is making love.
Once again, he enters me, but I know this time it’s different. There’s something different in his eyes this time. The frantic beast has calmed down, and now all I see is the real man inside—the firmness to my softness, the adventurer to my caution, the guardian of my heart.
Bit by bit, Austin reminds me of where I belong.
I arch upward to take it more, but he’s giving it to me so slowly I’m forming tears in my eyes.
“Whose are you? Whose girl are you?”
“Yours,” I whisper.
“Who are you making a baby with? Who’s the daddy?”
My body aches for more. “You’re the daddy. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Captain. Please, Captain.”
He finally pushes in to the hilt, and though this is hardly our first time, I gasp at the sensation.
It’s so good. Austin's so good. And not just good sex. He knows how to touch and tease and kiss. His body speaks to me and knows what I want. But more than that, I feel safe. Cared for. Cherished. Safe and protected.
I expect him to begin the delicious movements, but at first, he stays put, just letting me feel full of him. Austin nuzzles my neck. “Sierra. I…”
He trails off, and then I see why. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows.
“Don’t bottle it up. Say what you need to say.”
For a moment, I brace myself because I’m waiting for bad news. I’m preparing myself for him to tell me, even as he’s seated inside me, that he’s going to miss me. That this has been fun, this has been real, but…really? The son of a bitch is going to tell me goodbye while he’s in the middle of a dicking?
His eyes are sad. “I don’t want you to leave.”
He’s so choked up with feelings that I can’t even be mad that he’s trying to let me down gently. I can’t be angry because, of course, this thing is going to run its course.
He has a life here. I have a life in the States. Our baby will be ours, and he will know his child, somehow. But really, this relationship can’t continue like this.
I smile sadly back at him. “I wish I could stay in paradise forever.”
“Do it. Stay with me.”
I gasp. “Austin.”
“Sierra, I love you. I don’t want this to end. Not now, not a month from now, not when the baby comes. Never. I want you, and that’s the end of the story. I love you, and I want to be with you, and I want to raise a baby with you. I want to put five more in you.”
“Austin!” I giggle. “Five?”
He smiles and says breathlessly, “if that’s what you want.”
Tears flow out of my eyes and down to my temples. “But how do we…how do I … just how?”
Austin frees my wrists and cups my face, kissing my lips deeply, earnestly, then kisses away my tears.
“We figure it out. Together. Do you trust me?”