Now it seemed pointless to use the solution, the proof Khaos captured to fake my death, to our advantage. He was still convinced I needed to stay hidden away until he could guarantee our safety, me and our little girl.
Maybe today will be the day Grimm will let me leave the house after basically living on the couch, watching everything Bravo had to offer in reality dramas and eating Oreos for every meal. I was begging to go back into the office or even get a smoothie with Jus.
Just to leave the house for any reason.
I was standing at the island the way I did every morning to send off Grimm to work, ready to ask him if it was safe to leave the house yet, like I did every morning.
I couldn’t shake the natural way I didn’t need an alarm to wake up for 7 a.m., even with the morning sickness still holding me hostage.
Being this close to the ocean was a saving grace. I swore it was the best remedy for any ailment.
Grimm was still shirtless, with his sweats hanging low on his hips, showing off the band of his boxer briefs and his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he dug through the fridge.
“Morning, sunshine.” He was never going to be a morning person.
He grunted while uncapping the orange juice I could no longer drink. The bun in my oven couldn’t tolerate the acidic foods or drinks anymore without burning my throat with acid reflux until I coughed up a lung.
Popping an Oreo in my mouth, I leaned my elbows ont0 the cold countertop, making sure not to press into my bump. “Sleep well? Excited to go to work?”
His bare chest pressed against my back, and his lips pressed against the shell of my ear. “No, the answer is no, toots. You aren’t leaving.”
Grimm exhaled after his routine answer told me today was not going to be the day I could leave the house or even text Jus back. I was still pretending to be non-existent, not pregnant, and not a problem for the Clave.
His hands cupped my bump and laid kisses down my shoulder. “I can play hooky. Stay home with you. Keep you company.”
“No, I want to leave the house. I want coffee. I want Trader Joe’s. I want LA traffic. I feel like a hostage.”
“Abigail. You’re still pregnant.”
I let my head hang between my shoulders and the disappointment take over.
“So I’m really gonna be stuck here until the moment I give birth? What if I’m overdue? Gonna control that too?”
“You’re not safe until you give birth. There’s a difference.” His lips crashed against my cheek like it made up for it.
With a groan, I put my glass of leftover milk in the fridge, knowing I’d need it later. Oreos were my only savior from insanity.
“Maybe you should set up a desk somewhere. Focus on what you can. You’ll be in labor in no time.”
“Why did we do a blood oath anyways? It’s like one of Khaos’s games. Pick a hand, except I could have had Starbursts.” Moving to the end of the counter, I felt our daughter kick, like she was protesting too.
Grimm’s arms wrapped around my chest, and his lips kissed my temple. “I’ll think about it, okay? I just want you both safe.”
Safe.
Controlled.
I used to like those words, but now I loathed them.
“You aren’t going to think about it, liar.” I was sulking like a child wrapped in twice as many hormones and feeling overstuffed. I had been homebound the entire pregnancy, and now I was only a week away from my expected due date.
“I could be late…” His kisses got slowly, softer, more purposeful when they trailed down my neck.
His fingers crawled up my bare legs, taking the hem of the shirt I was wearing with them.
His shirt, always.
“Grimm…” I tried to protest, but there was no real point in denying that him keeping me captive wasn’t sexy somehow. It was.
Being this pregnant made it difficult to find a position that actually worked. The bump in front of me was keeping me from all the things I loved and from getting properly laid, but being pushed up against the counter was perfect.
Tugging my panties down my legs, I stepped out of them while his mouth laid down messy kisses on the way back up me. He didn’t dare remove my shirt; he knew exactly how self-conscious I had been lately and OCD about cocoa butter to help with any stretch marks.
My whole body was on fire, blazing and making my heart melt all at the same time, with every touch. I didn’t want him to stop touching me. I wanted to stay right here in a state of bliss and arousal at just his fingertips.
Extra hormones.
Grimm pressed his body into my back more, making my head drop down to my side, exposing my neck to him even more while I felt his hard ridge push into my back.
“Grimm, I’m turned on enough.”
“Maybe I want you so turned on all I have to do is blow on you and you come for me.” His breath on my neck made my nerve endings beseech him for more.
“Is that part of the kink you refuse to show me? Why can’t we do that stuff?”
No matter how much I begged, Grimm refused to show that part of himself. The part of him that liked to make his pleasure painful.
I was hornier than I was willing to admit. The thought of Grimm restraining me took my breath away in a way that I knew would push me over the edge without him having to commit to being that side of himself.
“No, the answer is no, Abigail.”
Grimm had an Old Faithful answer to every desire I had and it was always no.
Swaying my hips, my ass rubbed against the outline in his sweats, hoping he would change his mind. “Don’t make me beg.”
His hand on my throat, loosely he jerked my head to the other side, where I quickly felt his tongue lick up my neck to my ear, sending me off the deep end, covered in goosebumps.
“But I like it when you beg...”
My hands were trying to grasp onto anything I could against the marble top, and I felt my hips still to a slow rock at the ecstasy. My mouth fell open at how easy he could make me come while pregnant. He barely had to try at all.
“See what happens when you beg? I get to watch you come undone so quickly.”
Grimm’s hand pushed between my legs, cupping my pussy before his fingers slipped against my clit. I was just regaining control of my breath when I felt myself shudder against his fingers pinching my clit under the long shirt.
My hand covered his, pleading, “Grimm. I… I already…”
I was slipping right back under the heat, the sensitivity and assault on my ability to control how quickly I come for this man.
“Shhh… you know you want to come again.”
“Not like this…” My hand was covering his, but holding my hips still. This time I wouldn’t let myself rock against his fingertips.
With his soft lips against my ear, he whispered, “How then baby? Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
His grip on my neck was tighter, but not painful when I pushed back. “I want you… inside me.”
“More specific, beautiful…” He was toying with me in his grip and part of me wondered if he was showing me a glimpse inside that side of him I had been begging for.
My clit between his fingers ached even with him massaging the bundle of nerves already sensitive.
“I want to ride you…” My voice sounded strained just as much as I felt.
“Better. Still needs work. Come here.”