Reyna
James’s touch was slow and thorough, lulling me until I was a mass of jelly. For days I’d been trying to figure out how to tell him about the baby but was unable to find the words. Or more accurately, the courage. The task became harder after his adamant statement that he’d never be a father at Amelia and Max’s the other night. So I’d been the one who was tense when he’d returned from his meeting.
As his lips traveled over my body, my heart cried out wishing we could be real, that he was touching me out of love, not lust. For a moment, when he looked down on me with a storm in his eyes, I thought it was real. But then it was gone and his lips were on mine, this time rougher, edgier, needier.
That was okay. This slow sex was too much like lovemaking, which this wasn’t. When he was demanding, I could let go, let the rush of sensations take over my body and mind. In those moments, there was nothing but touch and taste. No emotions. Just pleasure.
As he kissed me, I helped him remove his pants. His dick sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking. He groaned, his hips rocking into my hand.
“Open up that sweet pussy of yours,” he said huskily as he lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip.
I looked up at him, watching his face as he sank into my body. He didn’t look at me as he did. I found myself wishing he would, like maybe that would somehow make the final connection we needed to be real. Instead, his head was down, perhaps watching his dick as it slid in and out of my body.
He let out a long sigh. “So fucking good.”
It’s just sex. I started to repeat that in my head like a mantra, a spell to protect my heart. Too late. Hating that I was too inside my head, I pushed at him until he rolled onto his back.
“Yeah, ride me, baby.” His hands gripped my hips as I settled over him.
I closed my eyes and let my body take over. I rocked and ground against him. I began to ride, savoring the friction of his dick sliding inside me, building up the pressure, the pleasure.
He levered up, his lips wrapping around my nipple and sending shockwaves straight to my core.
I gripped his shoulders to hold on as I drew closer to flying apart.
“Fuck!” He flopped back and gripped my hips as he bucked up in rhythm with my movement. “Yes... now, Reyna. Fuck, now.”
I threw my head back as I hit the pinnacle. Pleasure spiked, piercing through and then radiating out through my body.
He growled, quickly rolling me under him and then fucking me hard and fast until his cum filled my body. He collapsed over me, his breath harsh against my cheek.
He was inside me. Still pulsing. His body pressed mine into the mattress. His lips found mine, kissing me. There wasn’t any inch of my body or soul that wasn’t connected to this man in this moment, and my heart wept.
I was in deep, deep trouble. And it wasn't just because I was pregnant with a baby James wasn't going to want. Or that I hadn't been able to tell him about it yet. I was in deep trouble because I was in love with James. I wanted this life that we were building together. I wanted us to continue to build it with our child.
But I knew he didn't want that. He didn't want me beyond my body and how I could help him in business. He definitely didn't want this baby.
It was wrong, but if I could get away with not telling him about the baby, I just might. I was so afraid of his reaction.
But I had no choice. I had to tell him. Not just because it was the right thing to do, but because there was no way I'd be able to hide it through the rest of this marriage contract. In a month or so, I'd probably start showing. At some point, it would be obvious that I was pregnant.
I supposed I could hide it until then, until I had no choice but to tell him the truth. But that didn't feel right either, as much as that was what I wanted to do. Oh, how I wanted to put off telling him about the baby. I'd managed to avoid it over the last few days, but it was getting more difficult to hide. He knew something was up with me, and while for now, he’d given me space, at some point, that would change.
He rolled off me and adjusted us so that I could lay my head on his shoulder, my hand over his chest feeling his heartbeat as it slowed down after the wondrous orgasm.
"That definitely took the edge off," he said. He was in a good mood. His business meeting had gone well. The sex had satisfied him. Now was probably the best time to tell him.
My finger nervously traced the outline of his nipple. "I'm glad I could help." I hesitated, afraid to pursue the topic I needed to talk to him about. "Did you mean what you said at Amelia's about never wanting to have a family?" I hoped my voice sounded nonchalant, like I was just curious. Not that I was pregnant and trying to tell him.
"Yes." The lightness in his tone tilted toward suspicion. "Why?"
I closed my eyes as I pressed my hand over his heart, willing it to accept the baby, even if he wouldn't accept me. "It seems to me that once your business is all sorted, having a family could be a good thing. Not to show stability like we are trying to do right now, but to have something else in your life. You can't live your whole life just for the business."
He sighed, putting one hand under his head and the other loosening its grip on my hip. I could feel his withdrawal already.
"I don't have the type of temperament that would be good for a family. You know that. Besides, I’ve never met a woman who wanted more from me than my money. If I were to have a family, I'd want to do it for the right reasons. I don’t want to be viewed as a dollar sign."
His words told me that a part of him did want to be loved but that he didn't think it was possible. I started to open my mouth to tell him it was possible to find a woman like that. I could be that woman. The only problem was that I'd married him for his money. He wouldn't believe me.