I cry out now, and he thrusts again before catching me as I pitch forward. My orgasm feels like it has wings, like it’s made of air, and then he’s pinning me on top of him, his body moving beneath me. His cock swells, getting bigger inside me, as he drags his length in and out at a ruthless pace.
“You’ll be my perfect little wife,” he murmurs. “Full of babies whenever you want. Just climb on top of me and tell me you want another, and I’ll breed you, Abby. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
His mouth latches on to my chest as he thrusts deep one last time, his erection pulsing heavily.
And my own climax suddenly gains a weight to it, crashing down around me again, as I feel him flood me with his seed. My whole sex squeezes around his cock, welcoming the gift he’s just given me.
CHAPTER16
JUSTIN
I take her again before we climb out of bed. I growl the filthiest words against her neck as I wedge myself between her legs. I narrate what I’m doing in the dirtiest way possible. Daddy knocking up his little girl, making her my little wife. Gonna keep her barefoot and pregnant in this cabin forever. She laughs at that, and fuck, that feels good, too. The way she laughs when I’m deep inside her, like this is joy as much as anything else.
Then she drags me out of bed, reminding me we have another coat of paint to put on the window frames, and a pergola to finish.
We do the pergola first, so we have something nice to sit under if it rains—and if it rains, we don’t want that messing with the paint, either. By late afternoon, she’s handing me the roof pieces, and I’m screwing them into place.
“I can’t believe you built that in two days,” she says, her expression full of awe as she steps back and takes it in.
“Webuilt it.”
“You did the heavy lifting and all the…” She gestures at my power tools. “Those parts.”
I jump off the ladder and catch her in my arms. “Drilling.”
Her eyes twinkle. “That’s right. You’re in charge of the…drilling.”
“And screwing.”
Her lips twitch. “Mmm.”
“Hammering.”
“Pounding?”
“I did some of that, too. But it wasn’t hard work at all.”
“No?” She laughs delightedly as I pick her up and settle us both on one of the whicker chairs.
My subconscious really did think I’d need two chairs at some point, and we do use them both, but Goddamn,I like holding her in my lap like this. Nothing better.
“Listen,” I say, stroking her back. “I need to make a private phone call to my brother. Arrange a few things for the end of the week. But full disclosure, he’s a lawyer. Small town stuff, he’s never taken on a big corporate trust, but I could mention your situation if you want. And if you don’t, I won’t.”
She chews her bottom lip. “Can I think about that? I don’t want to worry about it any more this week. It’s going to be hard enough in a few days when I have to make a phone call and advise them I’ve been happily kidnapped and I’m going to California for a while.”
For a while. My chest gives a possessive squeeze at that. But I know her life is bigger than Coronado Beach, and she will have to do some traveling back and forth to New York.
I just need her to beminebefore that happens. “Understood.”
She climbs off me. “I’m going to grab a beer and those delicious potato chips for an afternoon snack. Do you want some?”
“Sure. I won’t be long on the phone, then come out and join me again?”
She kisses me full on the mouth, then dances away.
I pull out my phone and call my brother. “Jacob, it’s Justin. I have some news, and I need you to do me a favor.”
After we talk, I call my sister next. “Hey, sis. How are the wedding plans going?”