by K A Sands
“Nooo... Some good loving will do that to a person.”
Smirking, I peeled back the covers and stuck my hand in my boxers while I eyed the way she so beautifully peeled off those skin tight jeans of hers. “You want some good loving, you come sit that sexy arse of yours right here, baby.”
Squeezing my rapidly filling dick, I gulped when she hooked her fingers in the side of her pretty little panties and tugged them down her thighs. Climbing up on the bed, she batted my hand out of the way then sat firmly on my lap, reaching around to unhook her bra and removing it. Once she’d let it fall to the floor, she entwined her fingers through the strands of my damp hair and gave a sharp pull.
“He’s sound asleep,” she whispered, licking at the seam of my suddenly dry mouth.
Fuck, I was parched. It had been a while since we’d had sex, more like snatched fumbles where getting off had been the priority and not making love. I needed that now; to make love to my woman and remind her how good and utterly satisfying we were together.
“You want kids, Chrissie?”
I didn’t understand why the question tumbled from my mouth right then, but it had, and there was no taking it back. Besides, I was more than curious, wanted to see if she was on the same wavelength, if she would confess what I already knew.
She studied me, her face giving nothing away then began rolling her hips, my dick getting stiffer by the second. “You gonna give me some?” She grinned then tweaked hard on my nipple causing me to cry out.
“Is that what you want?”
“I’m selling the club, Warren. What does that tell you?”
“Say it,” I begged.
“I love you.”
Rolling my eyes at her, I snorted. “I love you too, but that’s not what I need to hear from your mouth.”
Chrissie grabbed for one of my hands at her waist and held tight. “I want kids with you, Warren.”
The pitter patter in my stomach erupted into full blown flapping, furious beats of wings I couldn’t push down. Chrissie heaved out a sigh that shook her whole body when she closed her eyes, then she carefully placed our hands against her stomach.
“Oh, thank God,” I muttered, overwhelmed. “Open your eyes, please. Look at me.” She did, and all I could see was a fierce kind of love I would never take for granted.
“I love you. I love Kieran and I’ll love this little one just as much.”
Fuck. My. Life. I was fit to burst with euphoria, but I still needed to be sure of what she was saying. “Are you...?”
“Yes, we’re having a baby.” Why couldn’t I formulate a sentence? I’d had an inkling, of course I had, this wasn’t the shock it might have been. Chrissie bit at her lip. “You’re not angry? I don’t know how or when, but I did four tests, Warren. All were positive.”
“Why on earth would I be angry?” I hated hearing the doubt in her voice.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen. Wasn’t sure if it was something you wanted,” she paused then said quietly, “with me.”
Oh, hell no. She was not getting to doubt the way I felt about her, not now. Not ever. “I want everything with you, Chrissie. Every goddamned thing. You hear me?”
Wrestling her from my lap, I pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, framing her face with my arms. Kissing the tip of her nose, I repeated the words then took her mouth with blistering certainty. Tugging at my boxers, freeing my swollen cock, I nudged her legs apart and settled between them.
“I want this with you. You’re fucking mine, Chrissie. Always,” I growled, the words fierce so she finally understood. “To have kids with you...” I slid my cock through the wetness of her pussy and watched as she arched herself closer to me. “It’s everything.”
Without another word, I pushed inside her and took the next hour showing her exactly what that meant. I took her slowly, and with more purpose than I ever had, each thrust into her punctuated the way I felt, and we soared together on blissful waves. I made love to my pregnant woman again and again, long into the night, and made sure she would never again doubt anything between us for the rest of our lives.
We were a family, nothing or no one was ever going to come between us again.
Our truths had been laid bare to each other - the only one left to live on was love.
The End
Craving Truths was an absolute labour of love and hate. I have lost so much sleep over this book that I started writing book back in March of 2018. I got stuck half way through. While Chrissie is a diverse and complicated character with a chequered history, her story came easy. Then I hit a wall and in particular, three chapters had me absolutely stumped. They were all wrong, repetitive, using a sub plot I wasn’t comfortable with because of the detail. I couldn’t get over that hump for a very long time and I pushed Craving Truths to the side.
When it suddenly came to me, in the bath (my favourite place to think), the race was on to finish as the plot unravelled and it all fell in to place. I wrote 30k words in two very difficult and exhausting weeks because Warren, it appeared, had his very own trials to endure and he wasn’t willing to sit down quietly like he had been initially. He wanted to be heard. Invariably, Craving Truths is a book of two halves - Chrissie’s story and Warren’s story. They don’t mesh from the start but from one came the other and I found myself with a book like nothing I’ve ever written before.
Chrissie is the product of circumstance and Warren is the boy next door dealt a shitty hand. Both were given the worst deal by people who should have loved them. How they managed to come out on top is amazing. The first chapter of this book is one of the most favourite that I have written. I knew from book one Charlie was meeting his demise, and there was only one person to do it, I just had to wait. I hope I did her justice, because she utterly deserved it.
No Razer story is complete without the other characters. Their lives are so deeply entwined, it’s extremely difficult to write a story without one or two of them demanding their say. This is true of Craving Truths. I think you get yet another side to these characters, who are pivotal, and keep the plots moving. Sometimes you just need to see things through their eyes. Watch them unravel a little, then rally around their family. These characters are lovers, not fighters.
Sophie is next, and I’m intending for her book to be the last in The Razer Series. (Never say never!) I want to apologise now because I don’t know when I will have her book - Chasing Tricks - for you. I have started writing her twice already and scrapped the chapters. Her book is personal; there is a lot of Sophie’s story that is a reflection of my younger years and thus I’m finding it difficult getting my head into character. It is a fear of ripping my own heart to pieces to deliver the story she so rightfully deserves that makes me cautious. I know when I get there it will be cathartic, therapeutic even, but the time is not right for now.
She’s not ready. I’m not ready.
When we are - you’ll be the first to know x
Also by K A Sands
The Razer Series -
Taylor (#0.5)
Calling Time (#1)
Ryder (#1.5)
Changing Tides (M/M, #2)
Stella (#2.5)
Craving Truths (#3) - April 2019
When the Time is Right (short bonus) - April 2019
Chasing Tricks (#4) - TBC
M/M Titles -
Descent (Liam and Theodore)
Ascent (Joshua and Giles)
Middle Ground (Ed and Jeremy)
Book #4 & Book #5 - Summer 2019
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Playlist
Naked - Ella Mai (Chrissie’s Anthem)
Bad Reputation - Shawn Mendes
The Road Less Wandered - Aquilo
Train Wreck - James Arthur
Shelter - Dermot Kennedy
Dangerously -
Charlie Puth
Wires (Acoustic) - Kovic
Bloodsport ’15 - Raleigh Ritchie
Say Something - Justin Timberlake
Yeah - Usher, Lil Jon & Ludacris
Genius - Sia, Diplo & Labrinth
I Can’t Breathe - Bea Miller
Can’t Help Myself - Mitch James
Caught Up - Usher
If You Wanna Be Loved - Picture This
