He covers my hand with his, and we stroke him together. When he taps that crown on my clit again, I come apart. It's almost embarrassing how hard I come, like he's tasering me with that cock or something. But he doesn't seem to think it's bad.

  "Oh fuck, yeah. Baby, that's so hot how you come for me. I love when you surrender yourself to me completely."

  I'm still coming down when he notches himself at my opening. I try not to tense up. I know it will fit. If a baby can come out of me, this man can get into me.

  Baby. Crap.

  "Wait." I still him with a hand on his wrist.

  He looks concerned. "You scared? You want to stop."

  I shake my head. "No. I just remembered we're not using any birth control."

  "You're not on the pill?"

  I shake my head again. "It makes me sick. I have condoms…but…" I lift my head and look at the baseball bat between his legs. "There is no way they would fit you."

  He smiles, pleased, I think, that he has this problem. "I have condoms in my room." He looks down where his cock rests in my pussy. "I get tested every six months. I haven't been with anyone for longer than that."

  I try not to act too surprised. But wow. I really am. He's the kind of guy who is in hot demand. Plus, his libido seems pretty high. I can't imagine him going without that long. But then, I haven't seen him going out of his way to go out and get laid since we've been living together. I guess I just assumed.

  Now that I'm more accustomed to him, he's starting to feel really good inside me. I know it's just the tip, but I like it. It's not responsible to keep going. I know it. He knows it. But neither of us say anything. He pushes in just a little more, stretching me. I don't ask him to stop. Another inch goes in. My heartrate jacks up.

  His temples are sweaty, and his arms are tense from holding back. He's not pulling out. He's not going all in. We're in this weird limbo. My inner muscles clench around him, and we both make low noises in our throats. It feels so good. Too good. "What are we doing, sweetheart?"

  "It's wrong, but I don't want you to pull out right now," I say honestly. "I don't want you to wear a condom. I want to feel you. All of you, with nothing between us."

  He actually starts shaking. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to turn into a rutting animal. I'm just a man, sugar. I can only resist temptation so long before I take what you are offering."

  It's crazy. I know it is. We're looking into each other's eyes, and I can see his thoughts, and I know he reads mine too. Me pregnant with his baby. Big and round. Fertile. Carrying the evidence for everyone to see what we did. It's wrong, and it's so hot it makes me crazy with need. We can't. We shouldn't.

  We want to.

  "Fuck." He pushes a little more and meets the resistance of my hymen. This is it. We both know it. "Baby, tell me to stop. Tell me to go get a condom. Don't let me do this. The only way I'm pulling out right now is if you tell me to. But I will if you ask me to."

  I place my hand over his heart. It's beating so hard. I know he would never put me at risk; I believe him that he's clean. And I know he would never abandon me or a child we make, even if this is just a one-time thing.

  And a baby isn't the worst thing. If I'm being honest, I want to be pregnant. I want to be a mom. It's not the right time, maybe. But I could never regret it.

  "I don't want you to pull out."

  His big hand covers more than half my face as he holds me still to take his kiss. Like I'd try to get away. His hold is possessive, and his tongue pushes into my mouth obscenely. He's fucking my mouth when he breaches my virginity, pushing right through it on one solid thrust, absorbing my shocked gasp in his mouth. I freeze up and then my instincts make me try to push him away, but he holds me still. I'm pinned to the bed by his dick, his hand holding my face to his, forcing me to take his kisses while my body adjusts to the intrusion.

  "Breathe, angel."

  "It hurts."

  "I know, sweetheart. Just give it a minute, okay. Trust me?"

  "Always."

  "Oh baby, you don’t know what that does to me. I love that you just keep giving me that sweet trust. I'll make it good. Don't worry. Just try to breathe and relax for a minute."

  He kisses me again, and I concentrate on the way he tastes. The way his tongue feels against mine. My chest loosens up, and I can breathe again. I still feel incredibly full. Almost too full, but the sting is starting to ease, and when he shifts, we both gasp at the intense feeling.

  "You're so tight. Feels so good. Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" He thrust a little more.

  My fingernails gouge his shoulder. "Oh, yes. More."

  "You sure?"

  I nod. "More," I assure him.

  "Baby, open your eyes and look at me."

  I hadn't realized they were closed. I blink up at him. He looks concerned, but underneath there's this level of…ferocious is the only word I can think of. "I'm not all the way in. Do you understand? There's more."

  "Oh. Oh." Good God. How big is this man? He still looks fierce, his face a mask of an angry warrior. "Are you mad at me?"

  He relaxes his expression with what looks like great concentration. "No. Your pussy is just tighter than anything I've ever felt. You're squeezing me so good. It's taking every ounce of control I have not to force you to take all of it. I want my cock in you to the hilt." He's gritting his teeth, forcing himself to go slow. "I want to impale you on it."

  "Do it." He closes his eyes, still fighting his hunger. "Do you want me to beg?" He grunts. Well, I'm not above begging, not if it gets us what we both want.

  I wrap my legs around him for more leverage, but I can't force him in the way he's holding himself. He's too strong. But I have a hunger, too. I want that cock. Bad. He may have fallen for a shy schoolteacher, but the woman he just made wants all of him. She won't be denied.

  "Graden, I want you to make me your little slut. I need it, baby. Make me yours. Give me all that cock. Please. I'm begging you."

  "Jesus Christ, you're killing me." He was no longer staying still, but his shallow thrusts weren't enough. Not for him. Not for me.

  "Graden, I love knowing we're doing this raw." He groans. "I love knowing when you come, you're going to fill me up. I can't wait to feel you gush inside me. I—"

  He shuts me up with a deep kiss, but it's almost playful. Heaven knows we're enjoying ourselves.

  "That's not fair," I tell him when he lets me up for air.

  "You're not playing fair. Talking dirty. Trying to make me come."

  "I don't know why you're fighting this so much."

  He rests his forehead against mine. "I don't want it to be over."

  "Graden, it doesn't ever have to be over."

  A pained look flashes across his face, and then he looks oddly peaceful. Like my words just sank in, and he has a new understanding. "I love you, Rebecca," he says. "I'm done fighting it. You said you loved me, and I hope you meant it because you're mine now. I'm going to take care of you and keep you so satisfied, you'll never even think about what you might be missing out on." He thrusts all the way in, hard. "And I'm putting a fucking baby in you tonight."

  The action shocks me as I make sense of his words. And then nothing makes sense and all I can do is feel.

  Chapter Eleven

  GRADEN

  I'm a fucking animal, and it's all her fault. She did this, and I hope she's happy because I am not going to stop until there's so much of me leaking out of her that it will still be coming out tomorrow.

  Her heels dig into my ass and I let go, pistoning inside my woman, while my hands grab whatever flesh I can. Jesus, I'm possessed. She's just so soft, cushioning me as I slap against her. Nothing has ever felt so good. So right.

  She's taking my cock like a champ. I know it's too much. Too big. I should slow down and go easy on that poor cunt of hers. But it feels so good, like it's trying to squeeze the come out of me, her inner muscles clenching me tight.

  I'm leaking so much pre-come I can actually feel it coming out, mixing with her juices, coating the walls of her virgin pussy. Goddamn. She's not a virgin anymore, though. She's mine.

  "Are you going to make me pregnant?' she asks.

  I want to. God, the thought of her swollen belly and milk-filled tits makes me pump harder. It's too soon. We shouldn't be taking this kind of risk. I never even thought about being a father before her. But if I thought I was horny a few minutes ago, it's nothing compared to the idea of knocking her up. "You want my come, sweetheart?" I hold still, feeling like my entire life is hanging in the balance waiting for her answer. "You want me to make you pregnant. Make you a momma?"

  She starts gushing hot honey around my cock, her pussy pulsing wildly, milking me for sperm. "Yes, yes, please give me your baby."

  That's when I can't control the beast any longer. I shove it into her like a battering ram on a castle door. The headboard is banging into the wall. She's still coming around me, still crying out my name, lost in her pleasure. We're sloppy wet, the slurping sounds when I rut in and out of her are obscene.

  "Take. All. Of. It." I slam into her with one final thrust and pour into her. The sensation sends her into another climax, her inner muscles pulling more seed out of me than should be possible.

  I'm not just ejaculating, I'm letting go of everything I've held inside. I'm giving her everything I am, and everything I want to be. I roll to my side, but don't pull out of her. I'm not ready to let her go.

  "Are you okay?" Please be okay.

  "More than okay. Is it always like that? I've been missing out on so much."

  "No, baby. It's not always like that." It's never like that. At least not in my experience. "That was special. You're special."

  "Maybe we're special."

  She looks well and truly fucked, but happy. And I'm fucking smiling. I'm…happy too.

  Chapter Twelve

  REBECCA

  It's been three days since our first time and I'm sore. Really sore. But I seem to forget that every time I see that hungry look in his eyes. Which is a lot. He's a man with an appetite.

  We're snuggled on the couch, my back to his front.

  His gigantic hand is rubbing circles on my belly, and it feels better than nice. He wasn't lying when he said he liked my tummy. He never shies away from stroking me there. But it brings up the Thing We Don't Talk About.

  And we need to.

  "Graden…"

  "You insatiable wench. I need at least fifteen more minutes and maybe some food first."

  I tilt my head back and look at him upside down. "Ha ha."

  He leans forward and kisses my forehead. "What is it beautiful?"

  "We need to talk." He freezes in a terribly stereotypical male move, so I sit up and turn to him. "Relax, will ya?"

  "It's never a good thing when a woman says those words."

  I shove his shoulder. "How would you know? You told me you've never been in a relationship before. But don't worry, I'm not going to ask you about feelings or anything. I think we just need to talk about the fact that we don't use protection."

  His eyes darken, and I can see where his mind goes as if a movie of us is playing on his forehead. "I love feeling you raw."

  "I get that. I do. I like feeling you, too. But a baby would change everything."

  He gets thoughtful, like he's looking into the future. "Yeah. I'd need to rethink living on an oil rig. But maybe it's time now anyway."

  Okay, this conversation is not going the way I thought it would. My face must be showing my confusion because he mirrors it back to me. I was imagining him agreeing with me. That a baby right now would be bad timing.

  "It's just," I begin. "Well, we're only three days into a sexual relationship, and I don't think we're at the planning a family stage."

  "I see."

  Have I hurt his feelings? "For a guy who told me he's never dated, just slept with women, I'm not sure how to read your reaction, Graden."

  He does that classic guy pose where he links his hands behind his head and leans back, staring at the ceiling. "We're more than 'three days into a sexual relationship.' I told you I love you."

  "That doesn't mean you're ready to be a father to my children."

  "What if I am?"

  This is crazy. It doesn’t make sense. "I thought it was a sex thing. You know…the whole primal biological urge. Sex talk. The risk makes it hotter, too. I didn't…"

  I'm on my back before I can finish the sentence. "It's sexy as fuck to talk about breeding you, baby. To tell you I'm going to fill you with my seed. That first time, when I was pumping you full, knowing you could be getting pregnant, that was hot. After that, it was even hotter thinking you could already be pregnant. So yeah, it's partly sexual. Everything about you makes everything sexual." He grinds into me, knowing how easy I get ready for him. "But we both know it's more than that. Yeah, it's fast. Yeah, it's fucking nuts. But I love you. I want it all with you. I don't want to wait or put things off. If I learned anything from Cameron, it's that time isn't guaranteed." He grinds his hips again. "If you're not ready, we can wait. But I'm all in."

  "Graden…a baby would change everything."

  "So let's change everything. Let's get married."

  "Married? Are you serious?"

  He reaches between us, but it's not to undo his pants like I think. He's in his pocket, and he's pulling out a ring. "Serious as fuck."

  The diamond is flashing in my eyes when the doorbell chimes. I start to get up, but he pushes me back down. "I'll get it. You look like you're about to pass out." He kisses me hard on my mouth and pushes off the couch.

  I am about to pass out. I can't process anything. I'm still stuck on the idea of how hot it really is thinking I'm already pregnant—I can't even get to the part where he wants to marry me. When did he buy the ring? We went out for a bit yesterday. To the mall he says he hates. He had to be pretty sneaky, though.

  He answers the door to two of our neighbor kids dressed in their uniforms selling cookies. I get up to join him as he crouches down low and talks to young Etta, who will be in my class this fall. Her mom looks like her ovaries might be exploding like fireworks at the sight of my man with her small child, and I don't blame her.

  He looks good with children. Really good. And of course, Etta is wrapping him around her finger talking about camp and cookies and how she lost her tooth yesterday.

  "Becks, will you bring my checkbook? It's on my dresser."

  "Only if you order the peanut butter ones."

  He flashes me a grin over his shoulder, and there go my ovaries. He's just amazing when he smiles.

  I go into his room, a place he hasn't slept in for three days, and find there are two checkbooks on his dresser. Maybe he has a savings account or something. The first one I open says Prime Trust Account at the top, so I put it back and get the other, which is a personal checking account.

  I get about four steps out of his room when it hits me.

  Prime Trust was the name of my scholarship. Why would he have their checking account? I'm still frowning while he writes the check and brings the cookies into the kitchen.

  "Where were we?" he asks. Then gets down on one knee and pulls out that ring. "Rebecca, will you marry me?"

  My mind is racing a million miles an hour. The bank account. The ring. The idea that I could be carrying a baby right now. It's too much. All of it together.

  I look at him and his face is earnest. He thinks he's in love. He really believes it.

  But I know better.

  "No."

  Chapter Thirteen

  GRADEN

  I guess I should have been prepared. But I wasn't.

  All the blood leaves my head, and I want to die. She's smart and she's right. She should hold off for someone who can give her more…you know what? Fuck that.

  I will give her everything. Every damn thing.

  She loves me. I know she does. And she might be smart, but she's got blinders on if she thinks this kind of love comes around more than once.

  "You haven't been honest with me." She's pale and shaking, so I pull her down to the floor with me rather than chance her hurting herself if she really is going to pass out.

  "What are you talking about?"

  "When you sent me into your room, you forgot there were two checkbooks. One I brought to you. The other…"

  Shit. "Prime Trust."

  She raises her watery eyes to mine. "Well?"

  "It's not what you think." I have no idea what she's thinking. It's probably exactly what she thinks.

  "Tell me what it is then."

  "It's not a big deal."

  "Really? I think it's a pretty big deal. Either you paid for my entire college education, including room and board. Or you have somehow stolen the checkbook of a trust account and are forging checks. Something tells me it's the first one."

  "I was going to tell you."

  "When?" She draws her legs up like she did on the couch the other day when she was closing up on herself. "So, I'm your charity case."

  "What? No."

  "You paid for my education. You won't take rent for the condo." Her eyes widen. "Oh my God. The condo? You never even lived here. You got it for me, didn't you?" She slaps a palm over her forehead. "And the car. What else? Were you personally lining up all my dates for me? And when I couldn't close a deal, you stepped in and took one for the team? I'm so stupid. I thought…"

  "You're not stupid. I've been taking care of you, yeah. But everything between us is real."

  "Real? Are you joking right now? How can it be real if you were never honest with me? Did you get me my job too?"

  I shake my head. "No, baby. I swear. That's all you. I was just trying to help. Trying to do what Cam asked. Take care of you."

  She hunches over like I just hit her in the stomach. Fuck. I am bad at this. "Cameron? This is all about Cameron?" She starts rocking. "I knew it was too good to be true. You know, after he died…everything was so bad. But then things started going my way. I thought maybe he was an angel looking out for me. The scholarship, God, that was everything. I didn't have to worry about anything for four years. When I won that car…when you asked me to housesit? I should have known. The only honest thing in my life has been that no man wants to be with me. But you swooped right in to fix that, too. Didn't you?"

 

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