When my breathing stuttered and my insides tightened around him, he pulled out and spun me around, lifting me back into his arms. He thrust into me in the position we started in, this time with eye contact.
Elijah slowed things down, punctuating his words with the movement of his hips. A dragging, slow torment. “I’m all in with you. I’ll tell you every day. The sooner you catch up, the happier we will be.”
“Stop,” I breathed.
“Never.” He jacked his hips, eyes never straying from mine. “All. In.”
My orgasm hit me. I couldn’t control the cry that fled my lips. Let the world hear. Let them know how he could drive me to insanity with his magic dick.
“Magic dick?” He choked on a laugh.
God, I’d said that out loud, too.
Several hard hits later, and he crashed into me one last time, spilling deep with a masculine groan that lit my soul on fire and sent fresh flurries of pleasure through my very satisfied body.
Elijah breathed roughly and set his head on my shoulder, pinning me to the wall while he panted through his climax.
He turned his face to kiss me. “Four kids, then. Glad we agreed that. I’ll be a stay-at-home dad, by the way. Don’t assume I expect you to do all the work past making ’em. But this,” he palmed my soft belly, “needs to be filled with my baby within a year at most. And these,” he squeezed a breast, “heavy and round to feed them. If it takes you a while to come around to the idea, I’m good with that. But just know that’s where we’re headed. You, me, and a family of our own. Got it?”
I didn’t bother arguing with that insanity, just let him kiss me.
But the strangest thing? Instead of taking the detour I’d planned to fetch my contraceptives, I somehow forgot and jogged to his apartment. And when he fucked me again in the afternoon, and twice in the evening, I didn’t dwell on my decision then either.
Chapter 15
Bonnie
The next several days passed in bliss. We spent all our time together, not separating even for the two hours we were allowed per day. Elijah made a point of eating the food he’d overordered, and he even cooked for me, rustling up lobster rolls, something he’d apparently loved back in Boston.
One afternoon, his brother called via a video chat, and Elijah introduced me. The lack of surprise on the younger man’s face spoke volumes.
“Oh, sugar, he’s told me all about you. Love at first sight, ain’t that right?”
Elijah’s cheeks flushed red. “Dude, shut the fuck up. Have you spoken to Mom?”
“Nah, she’s away with Aunt Charlotte. They hit the road for Nantucket yesterday. Be back in a week. Hey, show me your girl again. I don’t wanna look at your ugly face when I can see hers.”
I leapt for him and grabbed the phone, fleeing down the hall with it. “Hey, Ethan, do you know he told me your name beforehe even told me his? I think that little bit of information earns me another secret.”
Ethan cackled. “When he was sixteen, he decided it was time I needed to ride a bike. I was seven. Now, a normal brother might take you to Moakley or an empty parking lot, or even the beach. Not Elijah. No. This idiot straps a helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, and what I swear were Mom’s oven mitts on me, then wheels out a bike big enough for a grown man.”
I choked on a laugh. “Oven mitts?”
“Oh yeah. Because he was anticipating impact. His words.” Ethan shook his head. “He also taped a pillow to my back using duct tape from his toolbox. I looked like I was being prepared for atmospheric re-entry.”
From somewhere behind me, Elijah groaned. “Ethan. Stop.”
“Not a chance.” Ethan flashed a grin identical to his brother’s. “So then he drags me up the hill outside our place, you know the one, Eli, the one Mom explicitly told you not to mess with, sets me on this monster bike, and says, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you.’”
I glanced back at Elijah. He rubbed his face like the memory physically hurt.
Ethan carried on. “He gives me this shove, and I’m screaming the whole way down, rattling along with my pillow armour and oven mitts flapping. And then, then, he sprints after me, yelling, ‘You’re doing great!’ while I’m heading straight for this woman coming out of the deli with a cart full of shopping.”
“Did you crash?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Oh, I destroyed that cart. Cans flying everywhere, looked like a pot roast exploded. But Elijah, being Captain Capable, scoops me out of the wreckage, checks all my limbs, then marches right up to the woman so he can apologise.”
I arched a brow at Elijah. “Really?”
