“What was that all about?” Anna asks when we’re alone.
“He was asking about his birth mother,” I say, taking a drink of my wine. Anna stiffens beside me only for a second, and it happens so fast I’m not sure if it was really there. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she says quickly. “It’s been a long day.” She smiles, but then it falters. “I need to talk to you about something, Rory.”
“I guess it’s the night for big questions,” I tease as I turn toward her. “Lay it on me.” When she doesn’t tease me back, my stomach drops, and I take her hands in mine. “Anna, what’s wrong?”
“We’ve never talked about birth control,” she says softly, and my stomach drops a little more. “I didn’t really consider it until this morning, when I couldn't remember the last time I had my period.”
“What?” I snap, quicker than I mean to. My hands feel cold and clammy as I look her up and down. “Are you…are you pregnant?”
Before she can answer me, I’m out of my seat and pacing along the patio. I run my fingers thorough my hair, wondering how the fuck this happened.
“No,” I blurt out and turn toward her.
“No?” Her brows bunch together in confusion.
“I know you’re young, but no. I’m not sharing you.” I shake my head and begin to pace again. This can’t be happening. “Why didn’t I ever go back for that follow-up? Fuck.”
“Rory, what are you talking about?”
I stop, and this time when I look at her, it’s with pleading eyes. “I had a vasectomy after Apollo was born. I didn’t want to chance it ever happening again.” I run my hands through my hair again. “But I was supposed to go back for a follow-up, I just didn’t do it. I thought it was fine and Apollo was so little and it was just me.” I’m rambling now, and I know it. “I’m not ready for our bubble to pop. I want time with you, Anna. I’m selfish as fuck, and I’m not ready for this.”
“Rory.” She tries to get my attention, but I can’t hear her over my own anger.
“Goddamn it.” I pick up the small concrete gnome next to the pool and launch it into the water. I stand there watching the waves, knowing that I’m acting like a child throwing a tantrum, but fuck, I just found Anna. I just got her all to myself. I’m not ready for a baby to come between us.
Chapter Thirteen
Anna
I stare at Rory in shock. I wasn't sure what his reaction was going to be, but this isn’t it. It’s clear that he doesn’t want more children.
“I’m sorry.” He swings back around to face me, and his hands are clenched tight at his sides. “For you, I’ll do it. I’d do anything if it makes you happy.”
“You did it for—”
He cuts me off before I can finish. “I didn’t do shit for Apollo’s mother. It was a one-night stand, and I was so drunk that night I don’t even remember it. I didn’t want to be with her, but I set her up here to stay. I wanted to give her an opportunity to raise our son together even if there was no way we’d have a relationship. I didn’t do anything for her. Everything I did was for my son, which is something I have no doubt you of all people will understand.”
I nod because I do understand what he’s saying. He clears the space between us and takes my face in his hands.
“I’ll have a baby with you if it’s what you really want. I’d do anything for you, Anna. For so long I’ve taken care of Apollo and that’s been my entire life. For the first time in forever, I wanted to be selfish with you. You’re supposed to be only mine, but if having a baby makes you happy, then that’s what we’ll do. I’m sorry for being an ass.” When tears begin to roll down my cheeks, he looks stricken. “Fuck, don’t cry.” He kisses me tenderly, and I see the pain in his eyes.
“I’m not pregnant,” I say. “I was so happy when I saw only one line on the test, but then I freaked out thinking maybe you wanted a baby. We never talked about birth control, and it was hard for me to think you’d forget something like that.”
“You don’t want a baby?” he asks, clarifying, and I shake my head.
“I’ve spent the last eighteen years raising my daughter. I want to be selfish too,” I say, and as soon as the words are out of my mouth, his lips come down onto mine in a possessive kiss.
“I’m not sharing you with anyone.” He lifts me off my feet and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me off somewhere. I’m too lost in him to pay attention, but I manage to moan.
“Want in you,” he growls against my mouth, and I nod as I reach between us. He pushes my dress up and then groans. “No panties. You left the house like this?!”
“Oops.” I lick my lips.
“Have a baby?” He shakes his head. “I have enough on my hands with you.”
“Damn straight you do.” My hand wraps around his cock when I finally get him free.
“You want that, don’t you? For me to take care of you? You need me to keep your little ass out of trouble?”
“I do,” I agree, lifting my hips to help him align himself at my entrance.
“You can’t help yourself. Men are always trying to get your attention.” His voice is clipped as he teases me with his cock. “And you love attention.” I do, but only from him. “They think they can have you.”
“I can’t help it.” I can’t, because I love when he gets worked up over me. When I get his control to break, it’s the best feeling in the world.
“But I can,” he grits out before he thrusts all the way inside of me.
“Rory!” I cry out as both pain and pleasure mix inside of me. He’s always a tight fit, but I enjoy the feeling of him stretching me. It’s a reminder I’m his and no one else's.
Men have tried to get me to fall for them, because they fall in love with the woman they think I am. With Rory, his possessiveness makes me want to get closer instead of running for the hills. I get off on how much he wants me and that he lets me get away with some things. When I go too far, he’s there to remind me I’m his and that I only get away with what he allows.
“Your pussy enjoys the way I own it. It’s why I’m the only one that can ever get in here. You never let anyone else get close enough to catch you.”
Except him. He hadn’t really given me much of a choice.
He shifts as he starts to thrust in and out and hits that perfect spot deep inside of me. My fingers dig into his shoulders as the orgasm builds, and he goes harder.
“All mine. Say it.”
“I’m all yours!” I cry out as my climax peaks. I only ever want to ever be his.
“Take it all, Anna,” he groans as he cums with me. His warmth spills deep inside of me, and he buries his face in my neck. “Fuck,” He keeps coming and I clench around him. “I love you. You have no idea how much I love you,” he says when he lifts his head.
“I love you too.” His cock jerks inside of me, ready to go again.