His lips curved in a devious smile. “Then imagine how badly you’ll want it in about half an hour or so.”
“God, you’re such a prick,” I whined, but without much conviction. Every nerve where his lips had touched me was buzzing with a near-electric awareness, rendering me incapable of gathering my thoughts.
With a hum of amusement Blaine dipped his head to my throat, and I stopped trying to think.
Heat spread in warm waves for every kiss he placed along my jugular, dipping ever lower as he reached my clavicle and lapped at the hollow with his tongue.
I moaned, long and wantonly, clutching at the sheets to keep my hands anchored above my head. As much as I wanted to feel his thick cock force me wide open, I relished in the exquisite torture of his slow caresses.
“Christ, even your skin tastes like sex,” Blaine groaned. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Even if I had known what to answer, I wouldn’t have been capable, because just then, he moved further down my chest and sucked an achingly erect nipple into his hot mouth.
“Ohh, fuck, Blaine!” I moaned, almost losing my grip on the sheets.
He flicked his tongue over the tight little bud and then sucked it deeper into his mouth with short, hard pulls that made me cry out and my clit pulse in sympathy.
When he finally released my nipple with a wet pop, I was panting hard and squirming my hips against his in a desperate attempt at getting more stimulation.
“You have the best fucking tits in the world,” he growled—and then he lowered his head to my other breast while simultaneously shifting a leg in between my thighs, lifting it up high enough to rub deliciously against the seam of my jeans.
When he sucked hard on the nipple now trapped in the hot cavern of his mouth, I nearly came.
Nearly—because when I cried out and bucked against his thigh, seconds from reaching my climax, the bastard pulled back, leaving my throbbing body without even the faintest stimulation.
“Blaine!” It was meant as a curse, but it came out breathy and so, so needy.
He fell back down on top of me, but this time, he only gave my breasts a couple of light kisses before he moved further down.
My breath exploded out of my lungs when he trailed his tongue down my soft flesh.
When he got to my scars, he paused, his lips hovering over the very top of them.
I raised up on my elbows to watch him, a small part of me needing to see if he had really meant what he said earlier—about finding them beautiful.
The heat in his eyes when he caught my gaze made me shiver.
“You are the singularly most gorgeous woman on this Earth,” Blaine whispered. He bent his head and placed a lingering kiss on the scar highest up on my abdomen.
“So strong.”
Another kiss.
“So brave.
Another kiss
“So fucking sexy.”
Each touch of his lips against my marred skin trailed lower and lower, not missing a single scar. By the time he reached the waist of my jeans, every drop of blood in my body was on fire.
Blaine sat up, undoing my jeans with skilled speed before he pulled them and my panties over my hips and arse in one go, easily disposing of them in seconds.
When he returned his focus to me, his eyes were smoldering and his lips curved into a smirk that nearly set my panties on fire. “Ready to start begging, love?”
“Yeah-huh,” I groaned, desperately hoping I’d be able to form words.
“Good.” He moved down further on the bed until he could lay down flat between my legs, his mouth positioned right above my throbbing pussy. His breath blew across my already soaking folds, sending spikes of wild hunger shivering through my body.
The first brush of his tongue over my lips made me whimper and clutch my hands so hard around the sheets that they ripped.
Blaine made an appreciative noise at the back of his throat. “You taste fucking amazing.” It was a low growl, and the heady tones went right to my spine.
I arched up, only to be met with the forceful thrust of the full length of his tongue. He drove in between my lips, parting them from my weeping entrance and all the way up to my pulsing clit in one, long lick.
I cried out, finally losing the battle to keep my hands above my head. When he began lapping circles around my nub of nerves, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled him as close as I could against me, craving more.
Blaine didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He grabbed my squirming legs and hiked my thighs over his shoulders, before finally closing his lips around my clit to suck deeply.
Once, twice, three times, and I came crashing over the edge, screaming like a banshee.
Every muscle in my body seized to a single, tight knot of hypersensitive flesh, pushed over cliff after cliff by Blaine’s persistent suckling on my clit. Only when I collapsed back down on the bed, too weak to move, did he ease up on my pulsing flesh. With a few, gentle kisses he lifted his head to look at me. Despite his smug smirk, the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Oh my God, Blaine,” I gasped. “How did you do that? I think… I think I just had an orgasm with my entire body.”
“I aim to please,” he said, giving me a cheeky wink before he dove back in
“Ooh!” My toes curled at the feel of his silky, yet strong laps up the center of my pussy. But what should have been too much so shortly after such a mind-shattering orgasm proved to feel just right. Blaine avoided my clit, kissing, licking and sucking his way up my slick folds until my pleasure-numbed body began to mount once more. I don’t know how long he spent reawakening every nerve in my sex, but before he returned his attention to my clit, my hands were once again buried in his hair.
“Come on, Blaine, please,” I begged, tugging at his black locks. “Don’t tease, please. Oh God, I need you.”
I swear, I could feel his smirk against my lower lips as he ghosted the very tip of his tongue across my aching clit.
“Yess!” I hissed, attempting to press my pelvis up against him.
Before I could get anywhere, Blaine released my left leg, letting it flop back down on the mattress so he could shift his grip on me—and once again change his focus from my clit.
I cried out with frustration, but my displeasure cut off when two long fingers slipped into my opening, stretching me deliciously before they curved after my G-spot.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped. Ohh, yes, that was what I needed! In my desperate desire for Blaine’s tongue I had nearly forgotten what I truly craved from him.
Blaine slipped another finger into my tight sheath and began thrusting slowly, making sure he rubbed the soft bit of flesh on my frontal wall.
I bucked and squirmed, lost on pleasure so intense my eyes teared up. But when he finally pressed the flat side of his tongue against my clit, my hands flew up to his forehead, stopping him.
“No, no, not like that. I need you to fuck me, please, oh God, please just fuck me! I want to come on your cock, not your fingers.”
Blaine withdrew his fingers before he lifted up, kneeling between my thighs. The look on his face was enough to make my pussy clench.
“I am going to fuck you until you can’t take any more,” he growled while opening his pants. “I’ll give you every inch I’ve got, and I’m going to make you come on me so hard you won’t be able to walk straight, baby.”
I swallowed at the sight of his hard cock. Blaine had a lot of inches to give, and though I knew from experience he’d fit, it was impossible not to blanch a little at the prospect of taking all of him.
Blaine trailed a couple of fingers up through my slit, making me shiver with renewed want.
“You’re soaking, love,” he said, voice as gruff as I’d ever heard it. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on one hand. The other he used to guide his cock to my pussy.
The feel of him against my opening made me draw in a quick breath that turned to a low whimper when he slowly pushed in, spreading me
wide on his thick girth.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned. “So slick and warm.”
I was too busy panting and moaning to reply. There was a slight pain from being opened so wide, but mainly, feeling him sliding into the very depths of my being was out-of-this-world amazing. He was gentle with me, in sharp contrast to our first time together, but he never stopped pushing into me until his cock was finally fully hilted. I could feel every single one of his heart beats from where we were connected. I had never been so close with another human being—it felt like our bodies were made for each other, like all I had waited for my entire life was to be one with this man.
I looked up into his eyes and saw a similar expression of revelry painted across Blaine’s features.
Then he pulled back, groaning deeply from pleasure, only to thrust back in again the next second. And again. And again.
My world exploded into a wave of sensory ecstasy. The feel of him was so full and so, so good, his thick cock dragging deliciously against my g-spot and filling me past full over and over and over.
I rolled my hips up for more, crying out from being too full, and then did it again—and again, digging my nails into Blaine’s strong hips to ensure he didn’t pull away.
Not that I’d needed to.
After ensuring I was open enough to take all of him, Blaine had seemingly had enough of taking it slow. He lifted my thighs over his arms, grabbed my hips tight, and pulled back up for more leverage. And then he fucked me. Hard.
I screamed until my throat was sore, thrashing on the bed as I took his cock to the hilt over and over. The wet sounds from my desperately clenching pussy were emphasized by the slapping of flesh as his hips beat against my arse, like an audible proof of just how deep he was going.
It was bliss—the perfect mixture of bone-shattering pleasure from the delicious friction and a full, stretching sort of pain from just how hard I was getting pummeled by Blaine’s brutal cock.
I came with a sobbing cry, my pussy clenching down hard on his girth as euphoria made my entire body seize. He fucked me through it, ignoring my pleas for a break until they turned into hard gasps of “more” and “harder.” Then he complied, pounding into me like a man possessed.
I came again, my orgasm rocketing through my entire body with all the power of an exploding star, and again before I’d ever had a chance to ebb from the first, powerful climax.
On my fourth peak, he came with me.
Blaine groaned deep in his throat, his thrusts turning slightly more erratic until finally, I felt a hot rush of liquid flooding deep inside of me.
He stilled above me, moaning softly as my pussy milked his cock for all he had with tight little spasms while I slowly came down from my own high.
It took several minutes before I was even capable of anything but breathing. But when I looked up at him, warmth spread from my chest to the rest of my already sweaty body.
His eyes were alight with happiness, and the expression in them made my toes curl, despite all my muscles being seemingly out of function. There was so much affection in his gaze it took my breath away. When he bent his head to kiss me, I wrapped my trembling arms around his neck and closed my eyes, certain I’d finally found what I’d been looking for my entire life.
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Chapter 20
Mira
Blaine was gone when I woke up the next morning.
I frowned at the empty side of the bed, where the pillow was still molded where Blaine’s head had lain. I touched the sheets experimentally, but they were stone cold. He’d been gone for a while.
My musings came to a quick stop when my stomach lurched, sending me running to the bathroom.
God dammit! Hopefully Rob had gotten me that appointment with a doctor, because I was getting really tired of starting every morning bent over the toilet bowl like this.
When I was finally done, I felt too queasy to worry over why Blaine had left. Probably some sort of business, I thought miserably as I pattered back into my bedroom to get dressed. The world of crime doesn’t stop, just because we’d had a heart-to-heart followed by earth shattering sex. I paused mid-way pulling a sleeve over my arm as warmth not related to my upset stomach spread through my chest.
Last night had been… I’d never thought I would be able to open up like that to another person. And I certainly never thought that person could be Blaine.
But he’d not only listened to me, he’d understood—and then he had given me so much in return. He had bared his soul to me.
I was still raw from what the onslaught of emotions yesterday’s events had put me through, but it was a good kind of raw in the same way the soreness between my legs felt good. Both were a reminder of Blaine and what we’d shared.
Despite my queasiness, a warm smile spread on my lips. Maybe, just maybe, things would turn out okay. Against all odds and everything we’d thought and everything we’d been through, we might be able to find our happy ever after. Together.
Just as I was about to leave my room, feeling more elated than I had ever been, I caught a glimpse of movement through the window. Moving closer, I peered into the back garden and saw Blaine’s tousled, black mane and signature leather coat disappear into the shed.
Huh. Well, at least he was around. Maybe he’d be in for lunch.
I wondered what it’d be like to interact with him now while I headed downstairs to dig into my trusty crackers-and-ginger ale breakfast. Hopefully he wouldn’t regret how open he’d been with me. I couldn’t face going back to how we used to be. Not now, after what we’d shared last night.
The week’s groceries were on the kitchen counter in their usual brown paper bags. Rob might be a crime syndicate’s hired muscle, but at least he was eco-conscious.
I plopped down on the bar stool with my box of crackers to sort through the groceries, making sure everything I’d ordered was there. But when my fingers closed around a small, rectangular box, my mind froze in its list-checking tracks with a near-audible screeching.
A pregnancy test.
There was a pregnancy test mixed in with my groceries.
My first thought was that he must have accidentally grabbed it instead of the box of tampons I’d requested. Men and feminine hygiene products, and all that.
I rummaged through the rest of the bags, my fingers frantic enough to rip the paper in the process. It didn’t take me long to find the tampons.
Then why…?
Even as I asked myself the possibly quite stupid question, my mind was busy tracking the days since my last period. It was all a bit of a blur, and I’d thought I was due soon—hence the tampon request—but as I went over the calendar days again, I realized I was late. Very late.
My stomach lurched again, this time from absolute terror.
The sickness. The morning sickness. My erratic mood swings. The goddamn pickles.
With distant amusement I realized Rob had probably witnessed similar behavior in his own wife the two times she’d been pregnant, and had put two and two together. Most of me was busy freaking out, though.
Surely, I couldn’t be pregnant. The only man I’d slept with was Blaine, and we… My heart dropped when I remembered last night. We hadn’t used any form of protection then, and as far as my fuzzy memory reached, we probably hadn’t that night at the hotel either.
Oh, God.
Gingerly, I fingered the box. Maybe it was all just coincidental. I mean, I had been through an awful lot of stress this past month. It wasn’t unreasonable to assume my body was out of whack purely because of that.
At least, there was no reason to freak out until I’d peed on the damn stick.
Twenty minutes—and a pint of ginger ale—later, I sat on the couch in the living room and tapped my fingers against my bouncing leg while I watched the timer on my phone tick down with agonizing sluggishness.
30 seconds until I knew if my life would forever be altered.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
20 sec
onds.
What the heck was I gonna do? Did Blaine even want a child?
15 seconds.
Did I want a child?
10 seconds.
Why couldn’t Rob have waited with his sly little shopping surprise until Blaine and I had at least had time to sit down and talk about everything that had happened between us yesterday?
5 seconds.
Oh God, oh God, oh God!
The sharp sound of my phone’s timer made me jolt, even though I’d been staring unblinkingly at it for two minutes straight. I snatched it up and flat-out ran to the downstairs bathroom, where I’d left my test.
It lay on the side of the sink, a little blue cross clearly visible even from the door where I was clutching the frame in an effort to keep upright.
I was pregnant.
I was going to have a baby. We were going to have a baby.
It was an odd sensation—half of my brain was in the middle of throwing an epic-sized freak-out, complete with violent tremors and hyperventilation. But the other half, the one I clung to in order to not cave to the meltdown and start screaming and/or crying, was completely calm. And happy.
Yes—I wanted a baby. This baby. Blaine’s baby.
It wasn’t practical, it was the worst possible timing, and I had no idea how Blaine would react, but in the core of my very being I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted this child. With all my heart.
I had to talk to him. Now.
My calm side fused with the freaking out part at that simple thought. I needed to tell Blaine right now.
I spun around and was about to run out the front door when I remembered the offensive list he’d made for me on the first day of my arrival. It still hung on the fridge, spelling out the house rules in big, black letters. I wasn’t supposed to go into the shed, where I knew he currently was.
No doubt the guys out front knew I wasn’t supposed to either, and if I came barging out like the Tasmanian devil then they’d likely stop me from getting to Blaine.
Quickly, I headed toward the window I’d escaped through the night of our big fight. It led into the garden, and I knew it wasn’t visible from the front of the house. At night, Blaine had ensured someone was always walking the perimeter after I gave him the slip, but there weren’t any men stationed there during the day.
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