My body ceases to be my own, doing exactly what he demands. “Yes, baby, milk my cock. I’m going to fill you so full of cum, it’s going to drip out of you.”
“Fu-u-uck!” My throat aches as I scream, but that doesn’t stop me from tilting my pelvis upward and crashing into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
“That’s it,” he grunts and meets me thrust for thrust. “Fuck.” He spasms inside me but still manages to keep the same unrelenting pace that has stars flashing before my eyes as spasm of cum filling my pussy.
“Jesus.” He pumps one last time as his cock loses its stiffness, and he pulls out of me.
I can’t breathe. I can’t see. Fuck. I collapse against the sheets. I might never move again.
Jake’s fingers slide along my seam. “Do. Not.–”
“Baby, I’m just scooping my cum back into you where it belongs. We can’t make another baby if you push it out.”
I snap my eyes open. What in the fuck did he just say? He’s gorgeous. Flushed skin. Bulging muscles. Trim abdomen.Glowing eyes that watch his finger work in and out my sex. The utter adoration on his face makes my stomach flip.
I must’ve been hearing things, right? “I’m on the pill, remember?”
“Yes, I remember.” One corner of his mouth arches upward as he adds another finger. “For now.”
“Jake–” I gasp again as he slides another finger into my heat.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Jake
Eight hours. The dashboard clock isn’t moving fast enough. Eight hours until I can wrap my arms around Emily and kiss her senselessly. And see that little pumpkin seed. It amazes me that she has gained nearly a pound in less than a week. How’s that even possible?
Lights from an approaching vehicle flash in front of my cruiser. Ten minutes ago, Todd, one of the boys I met at the park, and his mom passed by going in that direction. Like a good student driver, he had his hands in the correct driving position. Here’s hoping his car remained in one piece.
I grin as the vehicle gets closer. I remember when my mom took me out to learn to drive. And one day, Emily and I will do the same with Grace.
But it isn’t Todd’s mom’s SUV. The vehicle is lower to the ground, likely a car. An Oldsmobile. I grip the steering wheel as the smile drops from my face.
When I drove by Chad’s house two hours ago, his car was in the driveway. He’s not stupid enough to take the car out again, is he?
Yes, he is. It’s Chad. The sun has set, but I can still make out his features as darkness hasn’t thrown everything in shadows. I shift the cruiser into drive.
As he drives by, his attention remains focused forward. Unnaturally forward as if he’s hoping I don’t notice him. In asupped-up Cutlass. Driving right in front of me. The last thing this world needs is for this man to procreate.
I ease off the brake, flip on the dash camera, and ease onto the street behind him. Expired tags. As always. I hit the lights and siren, and dust kicks up behind his tires. He’s running.
My heart pounds as adrenaline courses through my veins. Chad spins around in the middle of the street barely missing my bumper, causing me to slam on the brakes. He continues in a half skid down the street, headed straight for the gravel roads.
I hit the mike button on my radio as I conduct a controlled spin. The last thing I want to do is cause an accident in a residential neighborhood when I know the fleeing suspect.
“This is Officer Thompson in pursuit of an Oldsmobile Cutlass, expired tags, east bound on Hawthorne Lane, preparing to turn left onto Elm Avenue. The driver fled when I tripped the lights and siren. The driver is Chad Whitlock.”
“10-4. I’ll take Main Street and meet you in the middle of Elm Avenue.” Ramirez answers back on the radio.
Chad fishtails on the gravel road as a plume of dust blocks my vision. The good things about gravel roads are there’s less traffic, and when it’s dry, you can see upcoming vehicles from a mile away. The bad things are the sharp corners, steep hills, limited visibility, and unsuspecting people and animals.
Unfortunately, it’s not unusual for people out here to be parked in the middle of the road with the understanding that everyone who lives in the area knows why they’ve stopped. Not that Chad cares if he puts others at risk. He doesn’t.
With each corner and hill, I pace behind him while keeping my attention searching for stray deer, skunks, and racoons. None of those will look good as hood ornaments. And skunk smell is impossible to get out. Emily would ban me from coming home.
Home? Home is wherever she is, but I’d prefer for her to move in with me.
Surely, she’ll see the benefits of moving into a three-bedroom house from a two-bedroom apartment with no space for a growing baby. Even if my place is in the middle of a construction project. If they live with me, that’ll give me more motivation to complete the renovations in record time. And I won’t need to go back and forth to her place.
