I’m not angry but I sound like a bastard from my worry. Talking to her with too much dominance, like I do my enemies. I remind myself to dial back my ferocity. She doesn’t seem to mind or be offended, just smashes her body to mine making my already aching cock swell more from her grinding on him.
Cupping her little cunt to confirm she’s still soaked for me, I growl from her riding my fingers. Desperate and greedy, she seeks anything to chase that pleasure again and I’m sure as hell going to satisfy my wholesome petal who’s discovered how much she loves fucking me. Almost as much as I love fucking her.
I guide in the tip again and push deeper with controlled thrusts while I work her clit. Strangled gasps echo through our bedroom and she drops from her hands to her elbows, seemingly overcome with the sensations engulfing her.
“Oh Ares that’s so good…”
“What’s good? Tell me what you like.”
“Y-your fingers….and your penis. I’m so happy…I’m so…”
Now her face hits the pillow, and she’s clawing at the sheets. Silent as I grip her hips and pound into her. I’m slamming her cervix again but it must be the right fucking spot because her pussy creams all over my dick and her body collapses, only held up by my palms cupping her hipbones. Jesus.
“I’m going to come.” As gentle as I can I curve my hand around the top of her head to prevent her from crashing into the headboard. “Keep your hips tilted up so it all hits your womb.”
A few more plunges and my eyes roll back into my head as I roar out my release, gripping her hair and palming her back to keep her down because by god she’s sexy as fuck with her ass in the air and I’m filling her with my baby right fucking now.
Hell I’ve spent my entire life keeping my cock wrapped up tight and pulling out before I shoot my load to help minimize any possibility. Now her pregnant is the only thing I want in life besides my ring on her finger.
We pant together as we float down from ecstasy and I have to swipe my forehead from the sweat threatening to drip into my eyes. Fuck that was incredible.
“I like this. We can always do it like that if we need to.”
So damn perfect with her breathless approval. I give her cheek a slight smack and curl over her. Unwilling to topple her so my sperm stays in deep, I bear my weight with my fists on either side of the mattress with her nestled between my arms and kiss over her slick back. “Sounds good to me. I’ve got plans for that ass.”
Too small for my cock of course, but beads and plugs and other toys will be fun while l I fuck her senseless. Plus coming up with different ways and places to fuck her bent over should provide a lot of good times. “I love you.”
“I love you too Ares.”
I fucking love my name on her lips. Interrupted from telling her so by the knock on the bedroom door. Fury rather than lust wells up in me from the sound. Only one reason Wolf would disturb me in here with her—if she’s in danger. “Two seconds.”
Loathe to stop fucking her, I begrudgingly pull out of her damp, swaying body dripping with our arousal. Such a good girl staying in position for me. I yank the sheet up to her neck the way she likes. So sated and sleepy, she’s ready to pass out but I’ll only allow it with me underneath her. I’m still smiling despite my anger from the intrusion when I grab my cell off the floor and scan the messages I’d been ignoring. Fuck me. Fuck her brother. “God damn it.”
“What’s wrong?”
I fucking hate the apprehension in her voice almost as much as I hate telling her the reason why I’m pissed. “Juniper’s here. He’s upset because you didn’t come home last night.”
“I should have called him!”
She lifts to her elbows, and I flatten my hand on her back. “He can wait a few minutes. Let me take care of you first.”
With a quick message to Wolf that we’ll be down in ten, I slide my phone onto the night stand before striding to the bathroom. Running a washcloth under warm water, I grab a towel too and hustle back to my petal who waits for me just like I asked. I peel back the covers and clean our come and traces of blood from between her legs and down her thighs. Smiling too as I pat her soft skin dry while she watches me with such affection and admiration. Making me hopeful she knows how much I adore her. “Careful because you’re a little shaky.”
I scoop her up and set her on her feet. Keeping her tucked against me before I guide her to the sofa and grab my robe to wrap around her. Unfortunate her brother has to see her at all, let alone like this, but she’s mine and he has to accept reality. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
Regardless of her anxiety from Juniper’s surprise visit, her voice is as sleepy as her gaze. She’s exhausted, and I’m putting her back to bed as soon as the idiot is gone. First to sleep and then to fuck.
I catch sight of him pacing in the foyer while I lead her down the staircase. He jerks to a halt, a disgusted sneer envelopes his face from the inference of her outfit and my possessiveness. If he says a fucking word to make her feel guilty or ashamed, he will regret upsetting her despite how angry she will be at me for breaking his jaw.
“Are you okay? I was worried about you.”
She tries to step forward, eager to console him. My fingers grab the terrycloth and tug her backward. Wrapping my arm around her torso, I keep her back pressed against my front. He’s fine but I won’t be without her.
“Yes, I’m sorry. We worked late and I fell asleep but I promise I’m fine.”
Better than fine, and I squeeze her tighter to let her know.
He shakes his head. “I don’t understand what you’re doing. This isn’t work Tulip.”
Her small shoulders roll back against my chest, and I’m pleased and proud she’s standing up for herself with him. Not that I wouldn’t gladly defend her and put him down like the dog he is. I just like seeing her confidence. “It’s work and it’s personal. I love Ares, and he loves me.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Okay, that’s enough of his bullshit. “I ran a background check on you Juniper. I know what you’re hiding. Are you going to tell her or am I?”
His face pales, well aware I’m not backing down. She finds out tonight, and I don’t care how much her disappointment hurts him when she discovers the truth.
“Tell me what? Please? You’re scaring me.”
A deep sigh billows across the open space with his defeat. No other choice but to confess. “I’m going to Comic Con. That’s why I needed the money.”
She looks from him, up to me, and back to him again. Totally lost as to what he’s talking about. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ve been writing graphic novels. Luke does the illustrations. We’ve rented a small booth to sell our books and make contacts. It’s a once in a lifetime chance and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity even if we’re broke.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
My body involuntarily stiffens from the heartache seeping through her voice. I fucking vow in this moment never to do anything that makes her sound like that again.
“Because you wanted us to keep the shop going for Mom and Dad. I didn’t want to hurt you but that’s not what I want. I’m an author. I want to write. I want to tell my stories. I don’t want to be a florist. I’m sorry. But I just don’t.”