So far, anyway.
“I’m glad you think so, Mama. Now, relax and let me give you another one, then we’ll go to sleep.”
I slowly work her up again, bringing her close to the precipice, then backing away just as she starts to fall. She whines every now and then, but seems to really enjoy being teased and edged, which I take note of for later. While she’s pregnant, I just want to make her feel good. But if she consents after the baby is born, I plan on denying her until she breaks, only allowing her a release when her voice is hoarse and she’s run out of tears to cry.
“This cunt is so fucking sweet, Fin. I could eat it for every meal,” I rasp, fucking her with my tongue in time with my hips that have resumed grinding into the mattress. I imagine what it would feel like to actually be inside her, the tight squeeze of her inner walls milking me until she’s overflowing with my cum.
My cock swells, fantasies of getting her pregnant again hitting me like a blindside block as my balls draw painfully tight. I haven’t come in my pants since I was in high school, but the thought of holding her open while I breed her has me barreling toward that exact fate, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, her hands shooting through my hair and gripping tight. Her ass lifts from the bed, hips rotating until she has me right where she needs me. She fucks my face, wetness smearing across my lips and chin as she finally careens over the summit, climaxing on a loud, guttural scream.
“Fuck, baby. Me, too,” I growl, working her through it as I hump the bed like a wild animal. Electricity flowsthrough me in waves, zapping until every muscle in my body aches with the need to let go. Black dances around the edges of my vision, slowly closing in before it all goes dark. My hips drive forward one last time, and I unload violently, a string of unintelligible curses ricocheting off Finley’s sensitive skin. I can only surrender to the pleasure, letting it consume me from head to toe until there’s nothing left to give.
Several minutes pass before I’m able to form any semblance of a human thought, my mind completely blown by everything that just happened. I can’t remember the last time I felt this empty—thissatisfied—and she didn’t even touch me.
It’s official. Theo Calloway is addicted. Obsessed. Down bad.
This woman could tell me to put on a collar and leash so she could walk me like a dog, and I’d do it without hesitation.
Woof woof, motherfucker.
I kiss my way up her body, not stopping until my lips are ghosting over hers. Her eyes are still closed, breath coming out in shallow pants as she floats back to awareness. She’s fucking adorable, the soft, incoherent hum that rolls up her chest making me huff a laugh.
“Feeling any better?” I ask, leaning down for a quick peck. She barely even reciprocates, too exhausted from her orgasms to muster up the energy.
“Mhmm,” she hums. “So much better.”
“Good,” I reply. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
She nods weakly as I find the floor with my feet, grab some fresh boxers from the dresser, and pad to theen suite. I turn on the faucet, undressing while the water warms. As I’m cleaning myself up, I catch my reflection in the mirror, unable to glance away. I look different—Ifeel different—and it has everything to do with the beautiful girl in my bed, who just gave me something I’ll never forget.
There’s no way I’m not falling for her. I just hope that someday, she’ll feel the same.
I pull on my boxer briefs and run a clean washcloth under the tap, returning to the bed where Finley lies, fast asleep. She snores quietly, her soft cheek smooshed against the pillow. She’s absolutely spent, so it doesn’t shock me when I’m able to clean between her legs without disturbing her. Once the cloth is tossed into the hamper and I’ve grabbed an extra blanket, I slide into bed.
I should ask her if she’s okay with staying here, but I can’t bring myself to wake her. She’s too peaceful, finally resting after a night of pain and discomfort. Plus, I’m a selfish son-of-a-bitch, and I want to hold her.
Dropping a gentle kiss to her forehead, I lean down, doing the same to her bump. My heart squeezes in my chest—everything about this moment settles something deep within me.
“Good night, my girls,” I whisper, pulling Finley into me and drifting off in a matter of seconds, more complete than I’ve ever been.
FOURTEEN
FINLEY
“Areyou sure you’re going to be okay?” Theo asks, concern lacing his features as he stands by the door. He has an early practice this morning, but has been stalling for the past thirty minutes. I can tell he’s worried about leaving me, even though I’ve made it perfectly clear that I’m fine.
“Yes,” I reply, leaning my hip against the counter and raising a playful brow to lighten the mood. “You eased all my pain last night with your tongue. I promise, I’m good.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Something is definitely weighing on him, and I’m guessing the events of this morning have a lot to do with it.
I woke up around four o’clock, my bladder screaming at me to get up and go pee. I had every intention of getting back into bed with him for a few more hours, but my mind refused to shut off. I stared at him as he slept without a care in the world, his armsplayed across to where I had been lying just moments before. Memories from the way he took care of my body played on repeat in my head, and while I should be filled with regret over giving in to my raging hormones with the man who is currently my closest friend, I’m just…not.
Andthatscares the shit out of me.
I’ve told myself over and over for months that my baby wouldn’t grow up in the same situation I did. I don’t want her to have a revolving door of men that she gets attached to, just to watch them walk away a few months later and blame herself for it. I was convinced that it would be easy to keep my walls up with how high the stakes are, but last night with Theo put a huge crack in them, and now I don’t know what to think. Which is why I’ve been up for hours, deep cleaning the kitchen like a maniac in an attempt to keep from spiraling.
“And us?” he says, breaking through my thoughts. “Are we okay?” I look up to find nervousness twisting his expression, his brows pulled tight, and his teeth worrying his lower lip. The sight causes my heart to sink, a hollow pit forming in my stomach because he’s far too beautiful to be upset—especially when he’s gone out of his way to make sure that I’m taken care of.
