by Tessa Teevan
I want to call him back. Tell him to fuck off. I want to tell him he’ll never see Brie again—and he’ll never see the baby. That the only man who’s touched Brie in months is me, and that the baby’s mine. Not Adrian’s. That he can forget it because he has no claim.
Only I do.
But I don’t. I can’t. Because I know that, for at least the next six months, Brie will be safe as long as he thinks the baby carries his blood.
I just have to make sure Theo Morningstar is rotting behind bars before she gives birth.
That…
Or dead.
I DON’T KNOW IF I’m trying to distract him or myself, but either way, as soon as Rafe steps into the room and closes the door, I launch myself at him before peppering his jawline with kisses. He laughs, circling his arms around my waist and lifting me up. My legs wrap around him. My arms do the same around his neck.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone missed me,” he teases.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve gotten pretty attached.”
He laughs again before setting me down on the ground. I roam his body with my gaze while he removes his concealed carry and places it on the table along with his phone. My eyes narrow when I see it, remembering that he didn’t answer any of the times I called, but I’m too distracted by lust to bring it up right now. He slips his shoes off then turns back to me.
“What the fuck?” he clips, causing me to jump.
“What?” I ask innocently, all the while mentally cursing myself for not turning the lighting down. Not that my bandaged head would’ve been unnoticeable.
“What the hell do you mean, what? I’m gone for a few hours, and when I get back, you have a fucking head wound?” A mixture of both anger and concern flashes in his eyes.
I inadvertently bring my hand to my head, flinching when my fingers graze the bandage. “It’s not a big deal,” I tell him even though I know he’ll demand an explanation.
“Not a big deal? Jesus Christ, Brie, it’s like pulling fucking teeth with you. What the hell happened? Where did you go? Who did this to you?” He runs a hand over his face and then brushes his fingers through his hair. He grabs his shoes, sits on the edge of the bed, and tugs them on.
I rush towards him to yank his shoes away. Then I toss them to the other side of the room. His hands ball into fists, which he plants on the bed on either side of him.
“I’m okay, Rafe. I promise.”
“You have a bandage on your fucking head, Gabriella. You are not fine,” he seethes.
I reel back as if he’d slapped me. He never calls me Gabriella.
“Rafe, I’m fine. I’ll explain. I promise, but now, I want you. God, I need you,” I breathe. Right now I want to forget Adrian. Forget Dr. Sheridan. Forget everything about this damn day and just feel some sense of normalcy. And only Rafe can give that to me.
“God dammit, you can’t fuck this out of my mind,” he hisses.
“I’m not. I promise. We’ll talk after. Right now, I…I just want you,” I whisper.
When I palm his cock through his jeans, arousal replaces the anger in his eyes. I silently thank my lucky stars for it. Not wanting to give him time to change his mind, I straddle his waist, my knees on either side of him. It’s wrong to use him, to want to wash away the events of the day, erase the time spent with Adrian.
Rafe’s arms slide around my waist. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
“You’ll never lose me, Rafe. I’m yours. Always.”
I lean forward, capturing his mouth and hoping to end all conversation. Then I rock against his erection, and when he moans his appreciation, I know I’ve accomplished my mission.
His hands run up and down my spine, causing goose bumps to pebble on my skin. When his tongue parts my lips, our kiss transforms from gentle to voracious, and I can’t get enough of him. As our tongues wage an intoxicating battle, Rafe pulls me close until we’re chest to chest, as if it’s some reminder that I’m here, I’m fine. I’m unsure of how long we stay in that position. Of how long I grind down on his denim-covered erection while he rocks his hips up against me.
Suddenly, it’s no longer enough, and with one last lingering kiss on his lips, I pull away, both of us panting.
I push him back so we collapse on the bed together. His hands slide down and grip my ass, holding me firmly in place to still straddle his erection. The sensation of his aching, hard length pressed against me sends pools of heat between my legs. Desire flashes in his eyes as one hand releases my ass to move up to my collarbone, where he trails a path down my glistening skin, over both breasts and pebbled nipples, and down farther until it slips under my dress and between my legs.
“So fucking wet already,” he groans, his finger sliding back and forth over my wet folds.
It’s true. I’m damp with desire for this man, aching for his touch, so eager that I’m about to burst. While I want to take my time, savoring every single moment, worshipping his robust, muscular frame until not a single centimeter is untouched, I’m too impatient. Right now, all I want is to skip the foreplay.
So I do. I waste no time sinking down onto Rafe’s rigid length, gasping at the sensation of him hard and deep inside me.
I don’t know why I’m so eager for him to remind me of what we have. What we are. I could blame hormones, but deep down, I know the truth. On some level, Adrian still affects me. His soft kiss, the gentleness of his touch. The way he held me close, apologizing profusely. The way he cared for me instead of harming me. That’s why I need Rafe. I need him to ground me. To remind me he’s who I’m meant to be with. That all Adrian is doing is playing mind games.
“Baby, your head.” He groans as my hand comes between us to cup his hardened length.
I grin against his lips. “Mmm-mmm… That’s your head,” I tease, my thumb circling over the tip of him. My belly flutters as I feel a drop of pre-cum, and I can’t wait any longer. I want him. I need him. To feel him inside me.
As I lift off the bed, I’m quick to remove my dress. Rafe watches me appreciatively. He approves of my decision to go commando. I do, too, because it means I’m that much closer to being with him. My hands swiftly unbuckle his jeans, and I pull them off, taking his boxers with them. My tongue darts out to lick my lips at the sight of his hard cock springing free. The sight of him—tan, muscular, and completely nude, sprawled out on the bed—is my undoing.
I pounce, straddle his lean waist, and take hold of one of my favorite parts of him. Without preamble, I line him up to my entrance and slam down on him. I’m in instant heaven as he fills me fully, inch by perfect freaking inch. A small whimper escapes my lips, matching his own sharp intake of breath, as he buries himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands coming to my waist, where he holds me still, reveling in the tightness of my pussy.
He’s embedded so deep inside me, and any reminder of Adrian melts away. Because even with Adrian, it was never like this. Never this perfect. We didn’t fit together the way Rafe and I do.
Slowly, I rise, and then I sink onto him just as gently, not quite ready to increase my tempo. My hands roam the sharp, muscular planes of his chest before they plant firmly on rippling muscles, holding on for dear life as he takes over, driving up into me repeatedly and without abandon.
Our panting breaths echoe around the room as we move together simultaneously, as if we’re one being. Rafe gives when I take; he takes when I give. We’re in perfect unison, and I wonder how I could’ve ever wanted anyone else.
Just as the wave of my orgasm crests, Rafe grips my hips and rolls us over until his hard body hovers over me. He closes the distance between us, pressing down on top of me so we’re skin to skin. Nothing can come between us. I don’t ever want it to.
Because this? This is the ultimate intimacy.
Anyone who says the missionary position isn’t sexy simply isn’t doing it right. Because missionary with Rafe? It’s one of my favorite positions. He’s str
etched out over me, every inch of our bodies touching, connected. We’re the perfect fit. As if we were meant for each other. As if our bodies were molded exactly for this. For each other.
“Brie,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to my face. His thumb runs along my jaw, the touch sending tingles all the way down to my toes. Then his piercing, blue eyes connect with mine and they’re full of love and adoration.
I’ve never felt more loved than I do now. Nothing Adrian can say will change that. The memory of anything he ever did can’t change that.
This… this is everything I’ll ever want.
Before Brie, all I did was fuck. Hell, even she was never supposed to be more than that. More than a fuck. A little bit of fun while on the job, and a big fuck you to the Morningstars. But from the very first time my lips captured hers in a devastating, life-altering kiss, I knew she’d be so much more.
Even though we’ve come together this way countless times, I’ll never get over how much I crave her. How much I need her. How much I love her and will never stop. Being inside Brie while she’s pregnant with our child is an intense, exhilarating experience, and I know this is what I’ve been missing from my life. She’s what I’ve been missing, and I will never let her go. She’s shown me how to love, how to make love. Going back to a life before her is out of the question.
When I look down into her eyes, they’re hooded. Her head’s slightly tilted back, her lips parted. The flush on her face is tantalizing, her expression full of pleasure as her body responds to mine filling her completely.
As much as I want to savor this, savor her, I can’t keep up with this slow pace. My hips rock as I thrust into and out of her, until I’m pumping ferociously. Each time her warm pussy envelops my cock, she whimpers and lifts her hips, trying to match my rhythm. I’m too forceful for her, too intense, and I can’t slow myself down. I don’t want to.
It’s not lost on Brie. She wraps her legs around my waist, apparently willing to hold on for the wild fucking ride. With each plunge inside her, her back arches, and I know we’re both so close.
Knowing I won’t last much longer, I slide my hand between us, my thumb grazing her clit. She cries out in pleasure but then pushes my hand away.
“Rafe,” she whispers, all breathy and sexy. “No hands. I just want to feel you. Just you.”
Fuck me. As much as I love pleasuring Brie with my fingers, she could ask me anything in that voice and I’d obey.
I acquiesce and then lean down so our chests are pressed together, my face mere inches from her. When my hands close over hers, our fingers intertwine. I hold our joined hands over her head, which leaves us in an erotic position, every inch of our torsos connected. Brie arches upwards, writhing beneath me, taking each slamming thrust into her hot, wet heat.
It’s raw.
It’s primal.
I can’t fucking get enough.
“Rafe.”
God, I’m undone. That wanton, breathy murmur shoots straight to my cock. I rock into her, filling her to the hilt, then stop, not ready for the impending release. Brie whimpers and lifts her hips from the mattress, rubbing against me and gyrating in slow, deliberate circles that intensify with each one. She’s wildly seeking release I’m not yet ready to give.
As I gaze down at this gorgeous woman who’s carrying my child, I know this is where I’m meant to be. Who I’m meant to be. I hate the pain she’s endured in the past, and I vow, here and now, to always make her happy. To always make her feel safe and protected. And, most of all, loved.
“Rafe.”
The desperation that comes along with my name breaks me from my hypnotic trance. I grind my body into hers, increasing my tempo, fast and frantic until Brie meets my thrusts and matches them with measured, insistent rhythm.
The world around us altogether melts away as our bodies join in sensual harmony. The room is silent aside from the echoes of our panting breaths and moans—the sound of our bodies coming together in unison. Even if she doesn’t let me touch her, each time I rock into her, I roll my hips to create friction against her clit. Her appreciative whimper lets me know how much she enjoys it.
Her legs tighten around my waist. “Harder,” she pants. “Faster. I’m so close. So, so close.”
Who am I not to obey? I tighten my grip around her fingers, more than ready to comply.
She gasps as I forcefully plunge deep inside her at a frenetic pace, hungry to reach the crescendo and ride out wild waves of pleasure. When her pussy tightens and clenches my dick like the tightest vise, I come undone. Driving my hips forward, I bury myself inside her, holding still for a split second before pulling back out just to push into her harder like she asked. We’re both so damn close, and I furiously pump into and out of her, ready to give her sweet release.
With everything in me, I make it my mission to please her. Every muscle in my body has one common goal in mind, and that’s to pleasure Brie. In, out, back, forth, my hips thrust, drive, pummel her pussy until I finally feel her reaching the breaking point. Her whole body tenses, her heels dig into my back, and her pussy clenches tightly around my straining shaft as she explodes, overwhelming spasms convulsing around my cock. Each tightening, rhythmic sensation grips me harder than the previous one until the final moment when I reach my own blinding, pulsing, explosive release that floods into her moist sheath.
My head falls to the crook of her neck, a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction escaping my lips as I experience the longest, hottest release of my life. As my mouth brushes against the softness of her flesh, my teeth nip at her skin, eliciting an uninhibited cry of pleasure from my girl.
It’s all too much.
It’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough when it comes to this woman.
And thank Christ for it.
What a fucking future we have.
“God, that was incredible,” she breathes out, loosening her legs from around my waist and planting her feet near the other side of me on the bed. “You’re incredible. I swear, it’s so cliché, but each time is better than the last. A girl could get used to this.”
“Mmm,” I murmur, too damn sated, too spent to formulate words.
“Hell, I am getting used to this,” she says, amending her previous statement.
I smile into her neck and place a quick kiss on her skin. She tastes of coconut and sweat, and it’s a heady combination.
Fuck me. I’m a goner for this girl.
With our hands still clasped, I lift just enough to gaze down at her. She sinks her head back into the pillow, clearly sated and satisfied. Her eyes dance with delight, and she playfully bites her lip as she purposely squeezes her walls around me again.
“See? Like I said, I’m quite attached,” she teases, swirling her hips.
Hell, I’m half fucking hard for her again already. Her cheeks are flushed, and her well-fucked appearance sends a shot of pride through me. Whatever she went through in the past doesn’t matter. She’s mine now. The baby is mine. Even with that damned fucking bandage on her forehead, she’s never been more beautiful than she is with her hair fanned around on the pillow, her lips swollen and plump, or her pussy still convulsing with little aftershocks of her orgasm. My heart’s never been as full as it is now, in this hotel bed, with my cock buried deep inside the woman who’s carrying my child.
“Give me that mouth, baby,” I say, my voice raspy after the impromptu workout.
She rises ever so slightly, and I capture her lips, cover her mouth with mine in a slow, languid kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance, to which I readily comply. And that’s how we stay for a while. With me still inside her warm heat, kissing as if our lives depend on it. It’s as if she’s trying to get her fill. But she doesn’t have to. She has the rest of our lives to replenish.
When she gives me one last peck and pulls back, her smile is radiant. Her lids are heavy like she’s drunk from our lovemaking, and my heart constricts. I commit the sight to memory, wishing I had a camera to capture
the moment.
How the hell could Morningstar have let her go?
I shake the thought out of my head because it doesn’t matter. He may want her back, but he’s not the one here. I am. And I always will be.
I lean down and place my forehead on hers, gazing into her eyes. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Brie,” I tell her. “I’m never letting you go.”
It’s not the first time I’ve told her, and it certainly won’t be the last. But there’s something about being here, in Chicago in the midst of who the hell knows what danger is lurking around us, that makes me want to emphasize how much she’s come to mean to me.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing, Rafe, that I’ll always be yours.”
Now, Adrian Morningstar needs to realize it once and for all.
No, he doesn’t need to realize it. He needs it pummeled into his brain until he tucks his tail between his legs and walks runs away.
OH GOD. MY TOES are curling. Electrical currents surge through me, causing my entire body to shiver. I’m not just seeing stars from the pleasure of Rafe’s orgasm. It was out of this world, and I’m not sure this is a high I’ll ever come down from.
Sex with Rafe has always been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s so different than Adrian, and this was the perfect reminder of why I fell for him so quickly. Adrian never put my needs above his own, especially not in the bedroom. Rafe? He cares more about my pleasure than his own.
He’s attentive and loving, and I have never felt so cherished than I do when I’m with him. I could kick myself for even needing this reminder. One appearance from Adrian sent me reeling, but Rafe did precisely what I knew he would. He brought me back to him, where I’m grounded.
As we both come down from our incredible climax, I give him a lazy grin, ready to ask when we can go for round two, but the look on his face stops me. He’s gazing down at me with what I can only call complete adoration, and it’s downright endearing. But then his expression changes. It darkens and I brace myself for what’s about to come.
