Your Lover,
Your woman,
Your future wife,
Cassie-bell
Holy fuck.Is she asking me to come and impregnate her now? Tonight? No waiting. Scrubbing my hands up and down my face, I read it repeatedly until the words bleed through my vision with my eyes closed.
Cranking the engine over, my first stop is a florist, then a jewelry store, and finally, I pick up food that can be reheated. If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it right because there’s no chance I’ll risk losing Cassie a second time.
CHAPTER 5
Cassie
Waiting to see if Tomas comes back or not is killing me. I hadn’t expected him to leave after seeing me on the porch, and when he did, my stomach flipped inside out, thinking he didn’t want to read my letter. But when I caught his gaze in the truck before he left, I relaxed a bit.
It’s been over an hour now. I cancelled my procedure appointment because I wholeheartedly believe Tommy,my sweet, loving Tommy, won’t turn me down. I’m ready for a baby now, and I suspect he’s ready to give me anything I want.
While I wait, I decide to throw together taco soup and get it ready for the crock pot. If nothing else, I’ll need something to wallow with if he doesn’t show up, and something with cheese sounds good.
As I’m frying the ground beef and turkey, the sound of the doorbell chiming makes me pause as I hold my breath. Some part of me didn’t believe he would show up. Shutting off the burners and wiping my hands on my apron, my feet carry me forward before I consciously make the decision.
After closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I reach for the door, turn the knob, and pull it open. Tommy stands there in a crisp, clean shirt and worn jeans, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and containers of sushi from my favorite place in his other.
“I read that once you’re pregnant, you can’t eat raw fish. Figured you might enjoy this now.” He tries to hand both things over to me, but I can’t take my eyes off his to take them. He used to have the liveliest eyes; they’re haunted now.
“I just want you, Tommy.” Emotion swells in my throat, making it hard to breathe.
Stepping inside, he places the items on the small rolling desk I keep in the hallway before drawing me into his arms. Gasping as his hands slide up the back of my shirt, forcing me to my toes, he leans down, and I accept his kiss happily.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I hold him tight, never wanting to let go because I finally have him. Our tongues dart into each other’s mouths as we explore and taste. Tommy takes over quickly, picking me up and carrying me farther into the house.
“I’ve dreamed of you for years, Cassie-bell, always knowing this was going to happen.” He pulls back as he places me on the counter to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry I went dark for all these months.” It’s clear he truly means that.
“What happened?”
He freezes, taking his time before answering. “I don’t want to go into details right now, but I was injured. Wasn’t sure if I could be the man you deserve anymore.”
The shame in his tone makes my heart cry out for him. “Tommy, my sweet Tommy, you will always be exactly who I need, who I want, more than anything in this world.”
Brushing his lips against mine, the tenderness is lost in his words. “Good, because I was an idiot. I never should have triedto stay away, and I’m damn sorry that I hurt you. It’s the last thing I ever want to do.”
“Yeah?” Elation feels like I’m a thousand miles in the sky, floating on cloud nine. “Because I’m ovulating and very fertile right now, and well, uhm…oh!”
Tommy tosses me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs. After opening and closing two doors, he finds my room, where I’m dropped on the bed, and he quickly removes his clothes.
“Strip, woman,” he growls, and my nipples tighten and peak while my sex floods with excitement.
Untying my apron, my shirt and shorts go next, and we’re in the nude at the same time. His body is a map of scars that springs tears to my eyes.
“Later, Cassie-bell, you can explore later. Right now, we have a baby to make.”
Nodding, I blink away the tears but don’t stop thinking about the agony he must have endured to get those kinds of scars.
“I’ve never–”
“Me either.” I’m less nervous with his confession as I lie back on the mattress, and he crawls up from the foot of the bed, hands gripping my knees and spreading me apart. “God, you’re so damn gorgeous.” Leaning forward, he inhales deeply. “Like ripe peaches.” I jump when his tongue sifts through my folds, unable to curb the pleasure-filled moan as he laps at my center like a creamy treat he can’t resist. “Delicious,” he groans, and I shudder as his breath washes over me. My teeth sink into my lip, and I try not to lose control yet.
