“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”
My heart tripped, skipping a beat, and my inner muscles clamped down on him, begging him to keep his promise, urging him to fill me, make me his, mark me for always.
“You like that, don’t you?” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and pounded me breathless. “Want you pregnant again. Ripe with another baby for me. Gonna fuck you until you give me another and another.”
“Yes,” I cried, my head tipping back. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the barreling climax that took over my muscles. My legs locked around his back, and I writhed beneath him.
He roared into my shoulder, clamping down with his teeth as he lodged himself as far as he could get, coating my inner walls with his wild promises.
We lay there, clinging to one another until Elliot moved us so he was on the bottom with me sprawled on top of him. I found myself giggling against his chest.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he grumbled.
“We’re going to have to scrub this car down before we get out.” I lifted my head, eyes wide with horror. “Wait, do you think they scrub the car down between passengers? We can’t be the only ones who—”
He pressed my head back to his chest, chuckling softly. “I’ll look into it. Promise. Just let me hold my girl for a while before I have to think about anything but this.”
I liked the sound of that. “Oh, all right.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Elliot
Josephine had cried for thirty seconds before I scooped her into my arms. In my thirty-one years on this planet, I’d never known my heart could break so instantly or that such a tiny being would be capable of doing it.
But as quickly as she’d broken my heart, she gave me new life.
Pulling back, my baby girl gazed at me, little teardrops clinging to the long lashes surrounding her big, brown eyes. Then, without warning, she dove into my neck, squirming her tiny body closer and closer.
Holy Christ, I’d almost broken down in my own tears.
And then my Catherine decided to challenge my heart a little more. She’d strung colorful bunting in the living room that said, “Welcome Home, Elliot,” and had made a cake with the same message.
Never…
No one…
Only her.
The three of us kept each other close for the remainder of the day. Even while Catherine was nursing, Joey made sure I was there, reaching for my finger to hold.
It took some coaxing to convince her to go to sleep for the night, but once she did, Catherine and I snuggled together in the study, a habit we’d formed before my trip.
I stroked her hair between my fingers, my limbs and eyelids growing heavy as I relaxed. I was fighting off sleep just as hard as Joey had, not wanting to miss a second with Catherine.
“I’ll be here in the morning, you know,” she murmured.
“Shhh. Let me be in charge of my sleep schedule.”
She snorted. “If you fall asleep in here, I won’t be able to carry you to bed.”
I opened my eyes, laughing at the image. I was more than a foot taller than her. She’d have to drag me. But she was capable of anything, so I wouldn’t put it past her.
“I liked my welcome home, sweetheart.”
She smiled before touching her lips to mine. “You mentioned that.”
“It needed to be reiterated.”
“You’re welcome. It made me happy to do it and even happier to see your reaction.” She pressed on my chest, sitting up a little, her eyes alight. “Which was your favorite part? The decorations or the celebration in the limo?”
“All of it. I’ve never had anyone waiting at the airport for me, much less with a cute sign and a wet pussy.”
She burst out laughing, and the tinkling, delighted sound woke me up a little more. I planned to make it my mission to keep her laughing like that. Making her happy filled a cold, shriveled part of me I hadn’t noticed had been empty until her.
“You were saying some crazy things in the back of the limo,” she said.
“Mmm. Not crazy if you liked it.” I pressed my thumb to her plump bottom lip. “And from how tight you squeezed my cock, I think you liked it.”
Her tongue darted out to lick her lip, getting my thumb too. “I didn’t expect it, but yes, I liked it. The talk part. Getting pregnant while I still have a small baby sounds like a nightmare.”
“With you, it wouldn’t be a nightmare.” I kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. “But for now, it’s just talk.”
“Really hot talk.”
Reaching down, I adjusted my half-hard cock in my sweats. “I wish I had more energy, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to spread you out in my bed and tell you all the ways I’m going to fill you up.”
Her palm slid along my jaw. “I would love that too, but you need rest, and to be honest, so do I.”
“You didn’t sleep well when I was gone, did you?”
She shook her head. “No, it seems I’ve gotten used to you. Cuddling a pillow didn’t cut it.”
I heaved a sigh like I was burdened. “All right. If you’re going to insist, I’ll hold you all night long. Let’s go.”
We still had to talk about the Liam situation, but that would wait until tomorrow. For now, I was taking my girl to bed.
I was staring blindly at the computer screen in my home office, trying not to think about what was going on in the den, but it was impossible.
When I’d told Catherine about my visit to Liam, she hadn’t been pleased, to say the least.
“You spoke to Liam? Without consulting me first?”
“I did what I had to do to protect you, sweetheart.”
“And I appreciate that. I really do, but Elliot, you can’t go rogue like that. Not when it comes to my daughter.”
She hadn’t stayed angry at me long, though. Quickly, it had cycled to fear then determination as she’d swiped up her phone and gone to another room to call him in private.
The last hour, I’d sat in my office, holding my breath and cursing every fucking second that passed. I had no control here. No power. I could only wait to find out the outcome, which would happen without my input.
My advice would have been to communicate through lawyers, but she hadn’t asked.
This wasn’t how I’d thought it would go. I knew she’d be pissed at me for speaking to Liam without running it by her. I also knew she’d get over it. The rest had come as a complete shock.
If I’d predicted what Catherine would do, it would have been to tell William van der Wyck to get bent, not initiate a phone call behind closed doors.
I never saw this coming.
Catherine appeared in my doorway, clutching her phone in her hand. She circled my desk and tossed her phone down beside my mouse. I swiveled to face her, surprised but extremely pleased when she sat down sideways in my lap and nestled into the crook of my neck.
“Good talk?” I forced out the question through the melting wax dripping down my throat. “Must’ve been. You were in there for a while.”