“Why?” I may not have known I was pregnant, but I’d felt like shit during those months, and I hadn’t looked much better. I’d taken millions of vitamins and done yoga endlessly, thinking my body was falling apart.
He sped up, bottoming out inside me, causing the heat in my core to burn hotter. “The thought of you, your belly rounded and carrying my child? Fuck, Evie, it makes me so hard.”
A thrill zipped through me at the admission.
“God, I’d love to walk around town, showing you off. So the whole world knew that you were well-fucked and taken care of. And I’d love taking you home just as much. So I could fuck you and care for you and satisfy every need you had.”
My legs shook and I squirmed, more turned on than I’d ever been.
“You like that don’t you?” he murmured against my lips. “Tell me, Evie. Tell me what turns you on.”
Eyes closed, I tilted my head back. “You coming inside me.”
He pushed one of my knees up, hitting me at a new angle, even deeper and harder than before, and I gasped, my vision going spotty. With him, I was consumed by a sensation I’d never wanted before. But now I didn’t think I could survive without it.
Total trust. In him.
“Fuck, this won’t last if you keep talking like that,” he gritted out.
His heat and his words and the sound of his body against mine drove me higher, making it difficult to stay quiet.
A moan slipped free, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. That move only served to make me more desperate.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You’re so close. Come around my cock, Evie. I want to watch you take every inch of me as I fill you up.”
When he locked eyes with me, I only soared higher, my muscles contracting, the tension coiling around me tighter.
Bracing myself, I clutched him to my chest. His bulk pinned me to the bed as he fucked into me hard and deep.
As I let go, spiraling into oblivion, I held tight to the words he whispered in my ear. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Chapter 33
Jasper
Evie didn’t let go of my hand the entire ride back to Vermont. The trip was more than five hours, with a stop in Springfield for a bathroom break, snacks, and a diaper change. Her fingers were cold, but her grip was like iron. Like she was anchoring herself to me.
We didn’t speak much, and here and there she teared up, but when I’d peer over to check on her, she just squeezed my hand, her jaw set and determined.
By the time we hit highway 89, she was ready to talk. “I can’t believe I said all that stuff,” she whispered.
“You needed to. It was all true.”
She sat quietly for a few minutes more, letting the sound of Fleetwood Mac fill the car.
“I think I realized something.”
I looked over at her.
“I’m not scared of him anymore. It’s a strange feeling. He holds no power over my life or my decisions. His anger doesn’t hurt like it used to.”
My stomach ached. How could someone be blessed with a daughter like Evie and not understand how incredible she was?My own parents would have been obsessed with her, I knew that in my bones.
“I’m proud of you. You’re evolving.”
“Hardly.”
“Nope.” I squeezed her hand. “And I’m lucky I get to be here while you do it.”
