“I wanted to talk to Amelia about Luke. It might put her to rest about her dad. I know it’s not easy on her knowing that her mother betrayed her like that,” he said quietly, his eyes flickering to the closed bedroom door.
I ran a hand through my hair tiredly. I had been getting up off and on, grabbing Amelia water and holding her hair back as she threw up. She was finally sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to wake her up right then.
“She’s sleeping right now,” I told him. “I’m not going to wake her up just to make her upset and possibly sick again. Stay for a while tomorrow, and then, you can talk to her. Right now, though, she needs all of the rest that she can get.”
He nodded in understanding. “They say crackers and water works miracles. I remember Holly taking a sip of Coca-Cola whenever she felt nauseated, and it got rid of the feeling of having to throw up. She should try that.” He paused for a moment, pondering something. “How far along is she?”
“She’s about to be fourteen weeks,” I told him. I saw the question in his eyes. I’m guessing Luke had told him about the shit she had endured. “Yes, it’s my baby,” I assured him. “We had a DNA test done when we found out that she was far enough along to have one. I would never put her through the possibility of carrying a rapist’s child.”
He nodded. “Has she talked to you about what happened in jail?” he asked me. I had a feeling he already knew.
I nodded. “Not willingly, but yes. In fact, one of the girls who helped the bitch that did those things to Amelia is here now. Amelia’s not letting her leave. She’s dead set on making her life a living hell.”
“Tammi?” he asked me.
I nodded. “How’d you know?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I had some people on the inside who tried helping Amelia as much as they could, but that bitch got her separated from every friend Amelia could possibly make. I remember Roger describing one of the girls as blue-eyed with blonde hair and went by the name Tammi.”
The door to the room opened, and Amelia blinked at me sleepily. She rubbed one of her eyes and yawned. I felt a small smile twist my lips. She was so fucking adorable and all mine.
“Cole, why are you out here?” she mumbled tiredly.
“I’m talking to Drake. Go back to bed. You need to sleep,” I told her softly, hating how tired and exhausted she looked.
She leaned against me sleepily, and I sighed. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow some more, alright?” I told Drake. “Apparently, she wants me to come back to bed. She just won’t use her words.”
He chuckled. “That’s Amelia for you,” he said as he walked away.
I lifted Amelia into my arms bridal style and carried her back to bed. I laid her down and took my sweats off and slid in beside her. She quickly straddled my hips, and I immediately hardened at the feeling of her core against my dick. “What are you doing?” I asked huskily, running my eyes over her t-shirt clad body.
“I really want to fuck you right now.”
Hell, I sure as hell wasn’t going to protest.
I slid her t-shirt over her head, loving the fact that she didn’t sleep in a bra. I sat up and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. She winced, and I immediately jerked back a little to look at her face, alarmed at her pain like a slap in the face. “What’s wrong?” I demanded.
She pouted softly, which I found completely adorable.Wait, what the fuck?Since when did I,Colton Louis, find anything fucking adorable? Fuck, Amelia was making me soft. This was twice in a night that I found something she did adorable.
“They’re tender today,” she murmured.
I kissed her softly, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Well, I’ll be gentle,” I murmured.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body flush against mine as I kissed her deeply. She moaned, sliding her fingers into my hair. I pressed open-mouthed kisses over her jaw line. As I reached her neck, I gently bit the spots that I knew were the most sensitive to her. Her breathy moans filled the room, making me even harder if that were even possible.
When I reached her breasts, I gently sucked on them. She moaned loudly, tugging on my hair, making me groan in pleasure. After a few moments, she pushed me back down on the bed and got up, pulling her shorts and panties down. I groaned at the sight of her naked. It was a sight that would never get old for me. As my eyes ran over her naked body, I felt a smile tug at my lips when my eyes landed on the barely-there baby-bump. Fuck, if it were possible, that bump made her even more fucking gorgeous.
I sat up and pulled her between my legs, kissing her belly over and over. Fuck me, I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
“Cole, I’m getting impatient,” she pleaded.
I chuckled. She pushed me back down on the bed and pulled my boxers off of me, letting my cock spring free. She licked her lips appreciatively. I closed my eyes, groaning. Fuck, I wish she’d wrap those pretty, moist lips around my—
Holy. Fuck.
She must have read my mind because suddenly, I felt her lips wrap around me. My eyes flew open, and I watched as she took me into her mouth, sucking hard. “Fuck, Amelia,” I hissed out, squeezing my eyes shut and gripping her hair in my hands.
She moaned and continued sucking, relaxing her gag reflex. Amelia had never given me a blow job before, and I was just a tiny bit pissed that I had fucking missed out on this before. Fuck, I had never had a blow job this good. She was taking the meaning of fucking a dick with her mouth to a whole other level.