She surprises me by dropping her hand from my shoulder to my cock. “Oh no, Luc, I have no complaints at all.”
I feel myself stiffening in her hand as I bite back a groan. I push my hardening length against her hand. “You’re going to suck me off before I leave for work, Miss. Adams.”
Fuck all, if she doesn’t lick her plump lips and clasp me tighter. “I can’t wait,” she purrs as she unbuckles her seatbelt and races out the door. Damn, I love that girl.
Chapter Nine
Lia
I throw another pair of jeans on the discarded pile of clothing in the middle of the closet. It seems as if almost overnight, I can no longer fit into anything but my yoga pants—and they are getting tight. My panties are also too small and ride uncomfortably up my crack. I solved that problem earlier by snagging a pair of Lucian’s designer boxer briefs. I pulled the extra fabric in the waist together and secured it with a rubber band. Even my breasts look as if they are going to explode from the lacy cups of my bra. Dear Lord, what is happening to me? No one who throws up every day should be gaining this kind of weight.
I hadn’t heard Lucian walk up behind me so I squeak in alarm when he says, “Did I miss the hurricane that blew through here?”
Grabbing a shirt from a hanger, I hold it self-consciously in front of my no longer flat stomach. “I can’t find anything to wear.” I pout. “All of my pants are too tight now.”
“Ah, come on, baby, I’m sure we can find something.” He tugs the shirt from my hands and studies his modified boxers on me. “Those look pretty fucking hot on you.” He leers at me as if we hadn’t just made love less than an hour ago.
“Really?” I snap, pointing to my stomach. “Well, you must have a thing for fluffy girls then. Look at me! How many women grow out of their clothes overnight?”
He makes the mistake of laughing and I see red. I’m in a hormonal rage as I begin poking my fingers into the chiseled muscles of his abdomen. “Sure, laugh it up. Go ahead with your sexy self and laugh at me. Let’s see how funny it is when I sit in the middle of the bed and gorge myself on a pint of ice cream tonight.” He’s just staring at me in shock now, which makes me try harder to get a reaction other than laughter out of him. “Oh and, by the way, we won’t be having any more sex. I hope you got enough this morning because it’s all up to you and your hand from now on, buddy.”
I turn to leave the closet, intent on stalking off in a blaze of glory. Before I take more than two steps, he’s in front of me, lifting me off my feet and into his arms. I open my mouth to unleash a new wave of threats, when he suddenly pushes me back against the wall, settling between my legs. His cock is nestled against my core with only a thin layer of fabric keeping him from being inside me. My overly horny body goes wild at his proximity as I fight to stay in control. He pushes his hips against me as his lips suck the sensitive skin of my neck. “No more sex, baby?”
“Nope,” I manage to croak out as I tighten my legs around his waist, grinding myself against his length.
“That’s too bad,” he says as he tweaks one of my nipples through the lace of my bra. “Because I would almost certainly fuck you right now. I’d push my cock into your tight little * and pound you until you couldn’t walk straight for days.”
“Oh, dear God,” I moan as I feel liquid soak the boxers I’m wearing.
I know he feels the damp fabric as he pushes his cock harder against me. “I’d love to make you come, baby, but you just don’t seem that interested in what I’ve got to offer.”
As he begins to pull back, I grip him in panic. “No. No! Lucian, fuck me, don’t stop!”
I expect him to tease me some more. Maybe make me beg him for it, so I’m surprised when instead he unleashes his alpha side. He shifts me in his arms until he somehow manages to strip the boxers from my hips before pulling down his own. His cock is at my slippery entrance and I’m writhing against him. His hips pin me to the wall as he curves a hand around my neck. “You’re mine and I fucking love every inch of your body. Never call yourself names or think I don’t want you because you own me.” With that, he plunges deep, and in only moments, we’re both coming.
After, we shower quickly and he hands me a loose skirt and top that he picked out. He even manages to keep a straight face when he grabs another pair of his boxers and uses the same rubber band to secure the waistband. “I can take you shopping this evening when I get home.”
I grimace; the last thing I want my ultra-fit boyfriend to do is help me pick out maternity clothes. I have to draw the line somewhere. “That’s okay. I’ll see if Rose can go to the mall with me. She loves to shop.”
Lucian gives me a smile of wry amusement. “She’s pretty singular in her taste, though. You might end up at the repressed housewife outlet store.”