He bites down on his bottom lip as he stares down at my breasts, my nipples hard and begging for attention.
Reaching forward, I take the top button on his shirt between my fingers and make quick work of popping them all open until I’m able to push the fabric from his shoulders.
It falls to the floor before he steps up to me once again. The hot skin of his chest almost burning against my sensitive breasts. His fingers thread into my hair as he crashes our lips together once again.
My nails scratch down his back before finding their way to his abs and dropping lower.
He’s rock hard beneath his pants. I rub him and he groans into my mouth.
“Fuck, Chels.” His lips trail down my neck as I open his fly and push my hand inside both his pants and boxers.
He growls, sinking his teeth into my soft skin as I wrap my fingers around his length.
Kissing down his chest, I run my tongue along the indentations of his abs, before pushing both his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free, teasingly close as I sit on the edge of the bed.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around him once more and look up at him through my lashes.
His lids are heavy, half covering his dark emerald eyes, his lips parted as his increased breaths race past.
I stroke him slowly and his jaw tics as his teeth grind.
“Good?” I ask. I don’t need to, his body is giving me all the answers, but I need to hear his voice.
“So good.” It’s rough, sexy, needy. I fucking love it.
Leaning forward, I lick the precum that had leaked from the tip. His entire body flinches at my soft contact, his fingers lacing through my hair as if he’s going to take control, but he never does.
Parting my lips once again, I take him in my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck.”
I watch as his head falls back, sucking him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
I know he hates that I’ve got a bit of a reputation for this, but I’m hoping that I can make him forget all about it now he’s the only one reaping the rewards.
Pulling back, I lick around the head before sucking him back down again.
His head drops and our eyes connect as I continue working him.
Before long, he gets even harder in my mouth and I work him faster knowing that he’s getting closer to his release.
“Chels,” he warns, his fingers tightening in my hair as if he’s about to pull me back. But I have other ideas because I don’t let up for a second.
Lifting my hand, I cup his balls and squeeze gently.
He groans a beat before he twitches in my mouth and his salty cum hit’s my tongue.
I suck him until he’s finished, then sit back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, a smug smile on my face.
Resting back on my elbows, I watch him. His chest heaves with his exertion, his hair falls over his face and a sated smile plays on his lips.
After a second, he kicks his shoes off before allowing the fabric around his hips to drop to the floor.
Scooting back on the bed when he steps toward me, he climbs onto the bed, straddling my legs.
His hands land on my waist and slide up until he’s palming both of my breasts. My back arches, offering him up more of me. He pinches my nipples before dropping to find my lips.
The second we connect once again, I lose myself to him. I forget everything that got us to this point in our lives, and I just take everything he’s offering.
His lips trail down my neck, leaving goose bumps in their wake before he licks along the line of my collarbone and descends to my nipples.
“Shane,” I moan, both of my hands diving into his hair to hold him in place.
He sucks and licks, sending fire straight down between my thighs.
“Oh god, Shane, please.”
His fingers wrap around the waist of my dress that’s still in place before he begins to pull. I lift my hips to help him out and in no time at all, it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my red lace panties.
He stares at them for a beat, before his dark eyes flick up to mine, a smirk playing on his lips before he reaches out and rips them from my body.
I gasp, desire for him pulling all my muscles tight.
Pushing my knees apart, he settles himself between them and rubs his cock through my wetness.
“I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he admits.
“So don’t.” And he doesn’t. Before I’ve even finished talking, he surges forward, filling me to the hilt in one smooth move.
“Fuck. I’m fucking addicted to this feeling.”
“That good, huh?” I ask with a smirk.
“Yeah, but I don’t just mean your body. I mean this,” he says, gesturing between the two of us. “It’s not just sex, is it? This… this is bigger than that.”
A lump forms in my throat, because I know exactly what he means. Neither of us has much experience with this, but even with my lack thereof, I know that this is bigger than anything in my past.
I nod. “I know. I feel it.”
“Fuck, Chelsea.” He stops moving and just stares at me, his hand sliding up my body until he grips on to the back of my neck. “I love you so much.”
I gasp at hearing the words and tears fill my eyes. My chest swells to the point I swear that my heart’s going to stop right there.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, reaching up to wipe my tears as they slip from my eyes.
“It- it’s okay. They’re happy tears. I love you too.”
“Jesus. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that.”
“I hope you never do.”
Unable to stay still any longer, he slowly pulls out of me before sliding back in.
“Shane,” I moan, my back arching as he hits every single nerve inside me, pushing me toward another high that I know I’ll never get used to.
Sitting back, he wraps my legs around his hips and picks up speed. In only a few seconds sweat is glistening on my skin as he thrusts into me hard, building me higher and higher.
“Come, Chels. I need to feel you.”
He drops his thumb to my clit, and I detonate around him. My eyes slam closed as my back arches and I cry out his name.
Seconds later, his own growl fills the room before he jerks inside me and gives me everything he has.
We both still, the only sounds that can be heard is that of our heavy breathing.
Still inside me, he stares down at me. Something crackles between us despite what only just happened. Aftershocks from my recent orgasm fire off, revving me up for another.
Hesitantly, he moves his hand forward from where they were resting on my knees. I’m confused by the move for a moment, he’s just had his hands everywhere, why is he suddenly unsure. But then his large palm lands on my belly.
I probably look more pregnant than I did before, thanks to the giant burger from not so long ago.
He continues to stare, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the taut skin.
“Our baby is growing in there.” The awe in his voice has emotions hitting me full force once again.
“I know,” I whisper. It blows my mind every time I think about it too.
“When’s your due date?”
“July seventh.”
He shakes his head as he tries to process it all.
Placing my hand on his distracts him a little and his eyes find mine.
“Lie with me?”
I move my leg to the side, and he pulls out of me and falls down on the bed, facing me.
His eyes search my face as if he can’t believe I’m really here.
“Are you sure you want this?”
His brows draw together.
“It’s going to change everything. Your entire life. I would understand if you didn’t—”
“Stop. Stop talking right now,” he says, placing two fingers against my lips. “We did this together. So we will continue to do this tog
ether.”
“But your future, college, your career.”
“And yours too. This isn’t just about me having to make changes.”
“I know but I chose this. I didn’t have to…” I trail off, not able to even say the words. “You didn’t choose this, you were ambushed with it.”
“It doesn’t matter. No matter how I found out, my feelings about it would have been the same.”
A smile tugs at my lips.
“Clearly someone up there thinks this is meant to be so I think it’s only fair we give it a good shot.”
“I figure that I can screw it up as much as I am so…” I trail off, it’s meant to be a joke but I can tell by the look of Shane’s face that he’s not amused one bit by it.
“You’re not screwed up, Chels. You’re just dealing with the fallout from all of that.”
His words remind me of yesterday morning.
“What? What is it?”
“I went to breakfast with Luca yesterday morning.”
He tenses at my word. “I know, he called me. Ripped me a new one for not being there for you.”
“He didn’t.” Of course he did. “I told him not to. I needed someone to talk to, not someone to get to you from the inside.”
“He cares about you, baby. He was only trying to help.”
“I know. Anyway, we get to the same diner we always do and he was there.”
“He? Who’s… oh. Shit. What happened?”
“He told me that he just wanted to talk but I ran. But I saw something different in him, I can’t figure it out but something is telling me that he might not be the man I remember him as. My memories from that time are so fucked up. I don’t know what’s nightmares and what’s real anymore.”
“Maybe you should talk to him,” he says with a wince, making my heart rate pick up.
I know he’s right. It’s the only way to find out the truth, to discover why he’s sought me out all of a sudden.
“Is there anything else you need to tell me? Any other secrets you been too scared to admit?”
I think for a minute, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
“I hate peanut butter,” I say seriously.
“I already know that.”
“Really? I try not to tell people because they think there must be something wrong with me.”
“Chels, you’ve spent countless hours in my house. I’ve spent longer than I want to admit watching you. I know these stupid little things, I’ve seen them.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I find I have no words.
“Um… how about… I want you to fuck me again.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think that’s a secret, baby.”
Rolling onto his back, he pulls me with him so I have no choice but to straddle his waist. His hands once again come to my belly before sliding down to my hips, ready to help me move.
“Go on then, rock my world.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already done that.” I smirk.
“I can fucking guarantee it, baby. But it’s time to do it again.”
38
Shane
When I wake, the other side of the bed is empty and cold. I sit up in a panic that she might have left in the middle of the night. I feel stupid for it the second I see her curled up in the love seat in front of the windows staring out at the sea crashing onto the beach wearing my shirt from last night.
She looks so peaceful with her head tilted to the side, lost in thought and her hand resting on her belly. I bet she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, but it fills me with joy. It’s clear how fiercely she loves that baby already and I can’t wait to see her with him or her in her arms.
Something possessive washes through me and my teeth grind. Thoughts of the man who’s been trailing her have my fists curling in the sheets. Now more than ever I need to make sure she’s safe, and I don’t know how to do that with some random guy clearly stalking her.
Blowing out a calming breath, I climb from the bed and make my way over to her.
“Hey, baby,” I say, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
She startles as I touch her, showing just how lost in her own head she really was.
“Morning. Sorry, did I wake you?”
“Sitting here silently?” I ask with a laugh. “No, I just missed you.”
She turns to look at me, running her eyes down my naked body.
“Hmm… I missed you too, but I was hungry.”
I glance at the coffee table and gasp. “You ate my donut?”
“Well, you didn’t really want it in the first place, so…” She shrugs.
“You know the kitchen is full of food for us, right?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to eat it or not. I just took a bottle of water.”
“It’s all ours. Would you like a real breakfast?”
Her eyes drop to my semi. “That all depends on what you’re offering.”
“I was going to offer to make you pancakes, but now that you put it like that.”
It must be over an hour later when we eventually make it to the kitchen. Both freshly showered, Chelsea still wears my shirt, her long bare legs sticking temptingly out the bottom and one too few buttons done up, giving me the perfect tease as to what’s underneath.
She perches herself on a kitchen stool while I get everything out to make our breakfast.
“I didn’t have you down as a chef.”
“I’m not sure I’d describe myself quite like that, but I can knock out a few things. Pancakes being one.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that one of us can cook seeing as we’re starting a family and will need to fend for ourselves.”
My stomach twists, but I’m not sure if it’s with fear for what’s to come or excitement.
“You want us to live together and do this right?” I ask.
“Why do you look so surprised? I don’t want you at your parents while I’m at mine. I don’t want you to be a part-time dad like we’re not a couple just because we’re young.”
“Okay, but how the hell are we going to afford all this. We’re still in school. I know my dad’s loaded, but I highly doubt he’s going to put up any cash when he finds out about this.”
“Good, your dad’s a cunt.” I spin to Chelsea just in time to see her lips slam shut and her eyes widen in horror. “Fuck, that wasn’t meant to be out loud. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. He is a cunt. I fucking hate him.”
“He’s gonna lose it when he hears about this, isn’t he?”
“I can’t imagine him doing anything else. I only have to breathe the wrong way and he goes off. I don’t know what I did to make him hate me so much.”
I turn back to the pan I’d put on the stove so she doesn’t have a front-row seat to the emotion that I’m sure if filling my face as I think of my dysfunctional family. Mom and my brothers are incredible, I couldn’t ask for better, but he just poisons everything.
“Hey,” she says, slipping her delicate hands around my waist, her breasts pressing against my back. Her touch makes me shudder and I relax into her.
“You haven’t done anything wrong.” Her lips brush against my shoulder blade as she says the words and my skin erupts in goose bumps. “He’s the one with the issue. And if he doesn’t support us, then he’ll be the one missing out. He won’t get to see his grandbaby grow up. That will be on him, not you.”
“I think my mom wants to leave him.”
“And you’re surprised?”
“No, not at all. I don’t know how she’s put up with him for so long. I just worry about what she’ll do.”
“She’ll be fine.”
I turn in her arms and take her face in my hands. “I know she will. Thankfully, they’re not my biggest concern right now.”
“Oh?” she asks as I brush the tip of my nose against her.
“Nope, that would be you two. My parents are capable of sorting their own lives out. We need to figure out how
to start ours.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“I’m going to get a job,” I announce. It’s been something I’ve been thinking about since finding out about the baby, and I know that I need to step up to the plate. We can’t expect handouts from our parents to help fund this. We’re old enough for this to happen, so we need to be grown up enough to accept responsibility.
“Me too,” Chelsea agrees.
“You don’t need to. You just need to focus on this little one,” I say, dropping my hand to her belly.
“We’re a team now. I want to do my part too. Plus, there will be times once the baby is here that I won’t be able to do much, and I want us to be prepared.”
After dropping a chaste kiss to her lips, I push her back in the direction of the stool she was previously on so I can continue with breakfast.
“What are you going to do about college?” I ask as I pour some batter in to the now scorching hot pan.
“I’m thinking I might take a year off. Get used to being a mom and then see if I could maybe start part-time after that. What about you?”
“I don’t know. We might need for me to just get a job.”
“No, Shane. I refused to allow you to do that.”
“I’ll do whatever I need to to make sure you and our baby are looked after.”
“You have no idea how much that means to me, but still, I refuse to let you sacrifice your future.”
“I don’t even know what I want from my future, besides you.”
“Forget about your dad and everything he wants for you, what can you see yourself doing?”
“I want to be involved with football, but I don’t want to play professional. I want to be in the background. Trainer maybe, something like that.”
“You’ve got a little time, applications aren’t due for a few weeks yet. Think about what you want, and I’ll support you all the way.”
I look over my shoulder at her and smile. “I love you.”
“I love you too, but please, don’t burn my pancakes.”
By the time Sunday morning rolls around, I’m nowhere near ready to leave our little penthouse of heaven but I know that real life is waiting. Christmas might only be a few days away but with the number of things we need to deal with, my father being the most pressing, it feels like a million years away.
FIERCE: A High School Enemies to Lovers Romance (Rosewood High Book 4) Page 31
