Leaning my head to the side, I kiss his cheek and feel him smile. I pull back and smile before laying my head on his back as we roar out of the parking lot.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kayla
Torch and I cuddle on the couch with his head in my lap before bed. I run my hands through his hair, feeling totally relaxed around this man. I don’t think I have felt this at ease in my whole entire life with anyone, which is crazy since we just met. I may have a huge crush on him.
I lean forward and kiss his forehead. When I start to pull away, his hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me down until my lips are touching his. I wrap my teeth around his bottom lip and pull, teasing him.
He growls and tries to kiss me harder, but I pull back again. Just an inch away from his lips. I bite my lip and smile, knowing he will have enough of my teasing any second.
He pushes me off of him and down onto the couch, so I’m lying flat on my back. I laugh as his teeth nip at my sides, and put my hands into his hair, pulling the ends, hard. He hisses and slams his lips on mine.
His large, rough hand cups my jaw, controlling the kiss. He moves between my legs, and I wrap them around his waist, locking my feet together. His hand moves from my face and down to my thigh, holding me still. He grinds his dick against my short shorts. I break the kiss and throw my head back, gasping at the feel. He’s freaking huge.
When he kisses down my neck, I turn my head to the side, basking in his touch. This man knows how to burn me alive!
“Torch,” I gasp and raise my hips to grind against him harder. I need more.
“Yes,” he growls against my ear and nips at the lobe.
“I need you,” I moan as I rub myself against him. My orgasm is within reach, but I need more. I need him in such a way I never thought I would need a guy.
He stills completely then shifts against me. What is he doing? I ask myself.
I feel his face come to the side of my face again. “Then you have me,” he whispers into my ear, making me shiver at his words.
His hands go to the waistband of my shorts and start tugging. I lift my hips so he can pull them down with ease. I may or may not be wearing panties right now. Hey, once I am home, I strip my bra and panties. I want to be comfortable; but it also means easy access.
Torch hisses in approval. His finger drags through my wet folds, and I clench at the feel, wanting those fingers to work their magic. I moan.
Torch gets completely off the couch. When I hear the zipper of his jeans, I bite my lip in anticipation. I don’t know what he is doing or what he will do next, but I know I will be completely surprised, and it’s thrilling.
I jump when his mouth latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I scream as I come unexpectedly over and over, my body shaking with the aftershocks. Holy shit.
As I catch my breath, I raise forward and reach for Torch, who is now sitting between my legs. I want more of him. No, I need more.
“I want you,” I tell him breathlessly.
“Are you sure?” he asks with a growl in his voice.
I smile saucily, not even caring I may not be looking directly at him. “Positive.”
His arms wrap around me, and I’m thrown over his shoulders. I laugh as he starts running up the stairs, my face hitting his back with his every step. Reaching my hand down, I pinch his butt and receive a smack on the ass in return.
The door creaks as he enters the bedroom, and then I’m thrown onto the bed. I lift my shirt over my head, leaving myself completely naked.
It’s silent. The room is so silent I can hear my own breath. Feeling uneasy, I rub my hands together.
“You’re beautiful.”
I jerk in shock, not expecting his words. Multiple people have called me beautiful before, but it’s different when he says it. Because I know he means it. Unable to help myself, I grin from ear-to-ear.
The bed moves as Torch climbs on top of it. His hand touches my arm then drags up to my shoulder. He pushes me down onto the bed, then his hands go to my legs then down to my shins, pulling them apart, baring me to him.
His finger touches my slit, and I gasp at the sudden feel. He presses a finger inside, then another. I moan at the feeling of being filled, as he leisurely moves them, and feel him curl the tips, hitting something inside me. Insane pleasure flows through me, and I moan.
“Oh God,” I say over and over again.
“Last chance to back out,” Torch says.
“Not a chance,” I tell him and scoot farther up the bed. I hear the crinkle of the condom. His hands touch me as he moves up my body. Each of his hands stroke my cheekbones before he places them on the bed beside me. My hands hold on to each of his wrists.
His lips touch mine as I feel his dick touch my entrance. I suck in a sharp breath and run my hands up his arms and onto his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck. I feel him shift as he presses an inch in. He’s freaking huge.
“More,” I tell him breathlessly and bring one leg up to his butt, pressing him toward me. He pushes a couple more inches in, slowly letting me adjust. Nodding, I give him the go-ahead, and he slams all the way in.
I throw my head back. It’s slightly painful. I’m also feeling incredibly full. Fuller than I thought possible. He’s so big.
I feel his stomach press closer to mine and reach to either side of me. He is now on his elbows. I’m completely boxed in.
“Move.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. He moves all the way out until only the tip is inside then slams all the way back in.
“Oh God,” I scream at the intense feeling.
He does it again, and I raise my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Wanting, needing more. His hands grab mine and raise them above my head while his lips nip my neck and my breasts, driving me crazy.
“Harder!” I say through my moaning.
He does just as I ask, and I’m getting pushed up the bed until my hands hit the headboard. I hold on to it to keep from hitting my head.
My body stiffens as my orgasm comes closer and closer, the fire in the pit of my stomach turning into an inferno.
When Torch taps my clit, I scream at the top of my lungs as I come, the orgasm exploding through me.
Through my sex-induced fog, I hear Torch roar out his own orgasm before he lies on top of me with his face at the crook of my neck.
We lie together for a minute or so, trying to come back down from our high.
“Damn,” I mutter.
Torch laughs and kisses my forehead tenderly. I slide my hand up his face and into his hair, where I grab a handful and pull him toward me, wanting a kiss. Torch takes my lead and kisses me back. This kiss is full of passion, making me want him all over again.
He sits up, breaking the kiss as he pulls out of me. He’s really quiet, and I feel him stiffen. “What’s wrong?”
“The condom broke.”
“What?” I yell a little too loudly. “I’m not on any birth control.”
“Oh, well,” he says, surprising the shit out of me with his easy-going tone. How is he not freaking out?
“Huh?”
“If you get pregnant, then you just do.”
Mind. Blown. I fall back onto the bed trying to wrap my head around this. I feel him get off the bed and put my arm across my eyes. What would I do if I got pregnant? I know I would try to be the best mother I could be, even if Torch decides to not stick around. I don’t feel like he would do that, though. He raised Paisley alone.
A wet cloth touches my pussy, scaring me. He’s cleaning me. Holy shit. Is it bad that I almost start crying?
You could say that I have been deprived of touch for a long time. My mom wasn’t always touchy feely, and my dad never touched me at all; unless it was by accident.
With Torch I never hesitated and behave exactly the opposite. I want his touch. Even with my ex, we would have sex, but that would be it. There were feelings attached; touching him felt wrong and made me feel uneasy. Torch makes me feel safe, and I
want to soak that up.
He climbs into bed and wraps his arms around me from behind, spooning me. He kisses my cheek, and I can’t help but smile. He is so sweet.
“It will all be okay, baby. No point stressing over it.” He kisses the back of my head.
“I know.” I place my hand on top of his hand and reach with my free hand to drag the blanket over us.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
CHAPTER SIX
Kayla
Six weeks later
“I got it,” Torch says, and the door slams behind him. What he got is a pregnancy test. I missed my period, and two weeks have gone past. It may just be stress, right?
I’m so freaking nervous that I can barely control myself. What if I am pregnant? I just met this guy seven weeks ago, and I may be pregnant. We haven’t had any other accidents since the condom breaking during our first time together.
It’s early in the morning, and I’m dying to pee. I grab a small plastic cup I’m going to pee in and put the test inside. Since I am blind as a bat, Torch will be the one to reveal the result.
Grabbing the boxes from him, I go into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Knowing Torch, he will try to help me pee in the cup or something. Men. Since he knew about the possibility of me being pregnant, Torch has watched my every step.
The past couple of weeks with Torch have been amazing. We had a lot of hot sex, and I have to admit I’m really starting to care for him; I do more so every single day.
Pulling down my pants, I pee into the cup then stick the test inside for a few seconds before I set it on the sink. I pour the pee in the toilet before I throw the cup away. I know this house like the back of my hand now.
I unlock the door then close the back of the toilet seat to sit on it. The door opens and Torch touches my shoulder. I turn around and lay my head against his abs, breathing in his scent.
The next few minutes are torture as I gnaw on my bottom lip nervously. “I’m going to check now,” Torch says, and I hold my breath as he moves away from me.
“You’re pregnant.”
Those two words just changed my whole entire life. I’m going to be a mother. A sob escapes, and I lift my hand to my mouth, trying to hold them in.
When Torch lifts me off the toilet, my legs go around his waist while my head rests on his shoulder as I cry, because my heart is filled with such joy even though this is so unexpected. Hell, my life has been turned upside down in such a short amount of time.
“Shh, baby. Don’t cry,” he soothes and kisses the top of my head. Lifting my head, I kiss him and hold his face between my hands. I can’t help but cry a little as I kiss him. I feel him shake with emotion, too.
Pulling away, I wipe away my tears, and he kisses my temple to bring that smile out of me with his sweetness.
“You’re mine,” Torch says in a gruff voice as his hand tightens on my hips.
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re going to wear my patch. You are my woman,” he repeats, and I break into a smile again, feeling totally fine with that idea.
Torch starts walking, and I know he’s entering the bedroom. I’m laid gently onto the bed and stripped out of my clothes. He pushes me against the bed and kisses my knees, up to my hips, and stops at my belly button, where he presses a kiss as he holds each side of my stomach. I can’t hold back the tears that fall at the feel of him touching me in such a tender, sweet way.
“My son, you will be loved. I can’t wait to meet you.” He lays his head on my stomach.
Unable to help myself, I cry silently, my heart heavy with emotion. I can blame it on hormones.
Torch glides up my body and eases inside me gently. I widen my legs. His hand glides down my side. He moves inside of me slowly, and I moan. This feeling is beyond any other time we’ve been together.
That’s when I notice he isn’t wearing a condom.
The next hour Torch spends worshiping my body and setting me on fire.
***
Since it’s still early in the morning, Torch calls and manages to get me an appointment at the gynecologist.
I get dressed and can feel him hovering. He won’t even let me reach up onto the shelf to get a shirt off the rack without doing it for me. Hell, when I bend over to put my pants on, he doesn’t like that either and stops me to put them on halfway for me. If he is like this the whole entire pregnancy, I’m doomed and may just kill him.
I walk out of the bedroom and toward the steps, but when I am picked up off the ground, I sigh in frustration.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask him, hoping he will get the hint and stop hovering.
“You may fall,” he says and then carries me right out of the house. I know because of the drastic temperature change.
The truck door opens and I’m set inside. He climbs inside and buckles me up. As soon as he shuts the door, I laugh incredulously at this man.
“You tell your mom yet?” he asks, and I am assuming he means telling her about the pregnancy.
“Nope,” I answer simply, hoping he will leave it at that.
I am bitter and more so now. Even this early into the pregnancy I would do anything in my power to protect this baby inside of me.
“You know, you never told me why you don’t talk to your mother.”
I feel us going around a curve and rest my head against the window, wanting to talk about anything but this. “I had a rough childhood, and my mom did nothing to stop it.”
“Baby, I know you don’t want to tell me. I won’t pressure you, because I don’t want you to be stressed out.”
I let out a huge breath, relieved the disaster is averted. I know bringing up old memories won’t be good for me.
We pull up in front of the doctor’s office. I don’t bother trying to get out of the vehicle, because I have tried multiple times, and every time Torch had a hissy fit; but I have to admit, I secretly like his alphaness, since I write about men like him.
Torch leads me with a hand at the small of my back as we walk inside of the building, the cold, air-conditioned air hitting us in the face. He leads me over to a desk I am assuming, since my hand touches a counter.
I notice the room is completely silent around us, and it was filled with noise before. Hmm, weird. Torch wraps his arm around me with his hand holding my stomach. I place my hand on top of his.
“Fill out these papers and bring them back to me.”
Torch leads us over to some seats, and I sit down. The pen scratches on the papers as he fills them out. I guess I can’t be of much help, since I can’t see.
“Let me take these papers back,” he tells me, and the seat creaks as he gets up. I scoot farther back into the seat.
“You’re one lucky bitch,” a voice says from beside me, and I jump, not expecting it.
“What do you mean?” I ask the voice whose owner is now touching me.
“Is that your old man?” she asks and wraps her fingers around my wrist, squeezing slightly. I swear if she doesn’t quit touching me, I’m going to backhand her.
“Yeah,” I draw out, wanting her to get to the point. I hear her sigh loudly. She grips my wrist tighter, her fingernails digging in. “Those men protect their women with their life and all but worship the ground they walk on; and heaven forbid if someone dares to hurt them or their kids.”
Hot dang. I knew Torch was a different breed all together, but the whole MC is like that? I hear Torch’s footsteps as he walks back to me, and the girl squeezes my wrist even tighter.
“Let go of me.” I pull on my wrist, and she lets go. I pull my arm away from her, not wanting to give her the chance to touch me again. Why must people think it’s okay to always touch me?
Torch sits down beside me and pulls me into his side. His hand wraps around my back and touches my belly.
“Why is that girl staring at you?” he whispers into my ear.
“She’s an MC groupie.” I shrug my shoulders.
He
chuckles under his breath and kisses the top of my head. Goodness, he is so freaking sweet I can’t get over it.
“We have a party at the club tonight. I’ll be introducing you as my ole lady.”
I nod, “All right.”
“I like this agreeable side of you,” he teases, and I elbow him in the side. “Watch yourself, buddy, or I just may be disagreeable through this whole pregnancy.”
“Kayla McIntosh!” The nurse shouts. I stand up, and Torch follows the nurse, leading me as we walk for a few seconds.
The next thirty minutes are filled with peeing in a cup and the nurse checking all of my vitals, and now I am sitting on a bed in a room, wearing one of those awful hospital gowns that don’t even try to cover my butt as they don’t have a back.
I hear the door open and am assuming the doctor walks in. “You are indeed pregnant. But I think you already knew that,” the male voice says. I take a deep breath knowing that what will happen next won’t be good.
I laugh slightly and twist my hands in my lap. Torch’s hand tightens in mine. “First, we are going to do an internal ultrasound, and then we need to do a Pap smear. I need you to lie down on the bed and spread your legs.” His voice is giving me the creeps. I gulp and lie down on the bed, wishing I could fucking see what’s happening right now.
Then I remember the nurse saying she was going to schedule me for a Pap in a week or so. “The nurse said she was going to schedule me for that later.”
“We will just get it over with today.” His tone is dismissing me.
I bite my lip, while my gut is telling me to leave. I don’t like the vibes I am getting. I hear plastic hitting against each other and get nervous. Then there’s the click of a bottle opening. Then I hear the doctor’s footsteps as he comes closer to me, and I start to panic, not knowing what exactly is about to happen.
“Wait. You mean that has to go up her?” Torch asks, a bit of anger in his voice, which scares me even more.
“Yes, until she is farther along, we have to conduct ultrasounds this way,” he explains, as I feel him touch the inside of my leg. I jump and start to panic. Torch touches his forehead to mine, and I instantly calm down considerably.
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