“Demand to know my whereabouts at all times.”
“What’s wrong with that? I just want to make sure you and the baby are safe.”
“We are, but I was staying away to protect you,” I remind him.
Beau sighs in the dark before responding. “We can’t let Wes control our lives.”
“I know, but I’d feel terrible if anything happened to you or someone you cared about—”
“Celeste,” he cuts me off. “It’s not your fault Wes is crazy, but you’re letting it control you. In fact, your anticipation of one of his episodes made you forget or overlook important things. The moment this child was created you and I became a team. We have to work together for the welfare of our child whether we’re a couple or not. Trudy, Ernest, and Brett knew about a major change in my life before me. Plus, don’t you know I’d want to be there for you if you did lose the baby?”
Irritation still tinges his words. At least the heat isn’t there anymore.
“I understand your point, and I'm sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like I was trying to deceive you. Trudy and Ernest knew before me,” I tell him. “I thought I was just tired. Trudy asked me what I was going to do about the baby, and I asked her ‘What baby?’ They laughed at me and made me take a pregnancy test. Brett found out on the way to make Wes sign the papers.”
“Celeste, what aren’t you telling me? I feel something else factored in your decision.” Beau’s perception is scary even in the dark.
The frustration from the past two days causes tears to form in my eyes. Damn hormones. Beau squeezes me tighter and shatters the last barrier. The frustration from being separated from Beau, the guilt of not telling him about the baby, our not so happy reunion, and the loneliness I felt when we were fighting has me sobbing in the dark while Beau rubs my shoulder. I hate reliving the memory, but he has a right to know part of the basis of my fear.
“He killed the last one.” I cry some more before taking a breath.
Once I’m sure I’m understandable, I relay the same memory I shared with Weston's parents. Beau’s grip on me tightens the deeper I dive into the story. His breathing is slightly accelerated, and I feel the anger jumping off him in waves.
“I’m going to kill him. He’ll die a terrible death.” His voice is low and deadly.
“No, Beau…”
He turns me until I’m facing him, part of his face is in shadows, but the rage is evident. Beau grabs my face, and his nose almost touches mine.
“Listen carefully, Celeste. If I were ever to hurt anyone it would be to protect us and our child.” I know his anger is directed toward Weston’s actions and not me, but it’s still surprising. “I’ve never been abused, and I’m not trying to tell you how to feel, but you should know me better than that. I’d never hurt you or anyone like that. Especially not because I got you pregnant. This is the last time I’m going to say this. I’m not Weston Chesterfield. I’m not Weston Chesterfield. I. AM. NOT. WESTON. FUCKING. CHESTERFIELD. The only thing I abuse is pussy.”
His branding kiss steals part of my soul. All the longing I've felt lying in bed wishing he was holding me, talking to me, making love to me melts into this kiss. My fingers find his hair and dig into his scalp, willing him to keep going. I need him. We need this. I moan when I taste his tongue. Beau's touch has the power to heal me in ways other methods can't reach.
He withdraws from the kiss and whispers my name like it's a revelation. He feasts on my neck as he rips the shirt. I'm not alarmed by his roughness. I know he's not the monster in my nightmares. I want him to use his power for good. Beau murmurs his appreciation for my lack of panties. I press his hand against my naked mound and give him undeniable permission.
“Abuse it, Beau. I need you,” I confess.
Beau trails kisses down my body but pauses at my stomach for the gentler kisses. This is what I’d hoped for when I thought about telling him about the pregnancy. My delay of information caused a scene that we didn’t need. We both need a lot less drama in our lives. The tenderness is gone when his mouth finds my slit. My head falls back the moment his tongue glides along it. Everything is more sensitive since I’ve been pregnant.
I moan his name; my hands fly to his hair as he pleasures me. I’ve missed this and him. Being here is all I've wanted since I found out.
“More,” I beg when he pulls away to tease me. Beau grins at me right before he dives back in tasting and teasing me.
I arch as much as my belly allows to grind against his face. I love how his beard scratches my inner thighs. I stop breathing when he sucks on my clit. My thighs clench him in place as my release rolls through me. Beau dips his fingers inside and groans at the feeling of my walls clamping down on them.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum for me,” he teases with his fingers sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck me, and I’ll do it again.”
My promise has him emitting a low growl, but he rolls over to lie next to me on his back. I turn to him, and he steals a kiss, feeding me the taste of me. He licks his lips again when he pulls away.
“Actually, you’re going to fuck me.”
My smooth legs rub against his hairier ones and goosebumps of anticipation glitter my body. My hands slide up his chest, and I feel like I’m at home when the hairs tickle my fingertips.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
Navigating with my new belly, I position myself over him. I moan hard when he squeezes my nipples. His hands slide down my waist to grab my hips to stop me before I lower myself onto his dick.
