If he fought for me even just the slightest, I think I could devote myself to him fully.
“Tell me,” he demands.
I shake my head, tears suddenly filling my eyes, and I curse my pregnancy hormones. He presses his lips together in a straight line as he watches me. “I’m fucking you everywhere, anywhere he touched you and anywhere he thought about touching you.”
“Why?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side, his gaze roaming over my own. “Because you belong to me, Leighton.”
“It’s not just me anymore, Wilder,” I say, whispering his given name, wondering if I should even use it.
His eyes close as if he’s pained, and I think that maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should call him Mountain. Maybe I should just run. But when he reopens his dark eyes, my breath catches. They’re dancing, he grins and shakes his head once.
“It’s mine,” he whispers.
“What?” I ask, lifting my hands between us. I place my palms against his chest and try to push away.
He chuckles, his eyes still dancing and looking absolutely gorgeous. “Even if it’s not. It is my baby, because you are my woman.”
“Wilder,” I rasp.
“Right there. That’s why.”
“Because I said your name?”
He shakes his head. “Because of how it hits me deep in my dick when you do.”
“That’s stupid, that’s lust,” I exhale.
He drops his chin, touching his lips to mine. “Makes your pussy wet too, doesn’t it, Leighton?”
“No,” I lie with a hitch of my breath.
Mountain chuckles. “Yeah, mi reina, it does. Pack your shit, let’s go home.”
“Home? I don’t think so,” I snap.
His lips brush mine, then he lifts his head to look down into my eyes. “Why not?” he asks, but he sounds like he’s on the verge of laughing. Like I’m being cute and funny instead of the pissed-off version of myself that I truly am.
“Because you had sex with someone else. God knows how many someone else’s by now. Plus, you’re full of empty promises, and I refuse to be your fool. I’d rather be alone.”
His eyes widen, then a slow smile appears on his lips. “Tell me, Leighton. Is it mine?”
He completely ignores the rest of my words. With a growl, I try to push away from him again, but once again, he won’t let me. His hands slide up my sides, wrapping around my shoulders and they lay firmly against the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades.
“Is it mine?”
His voice is softer, but his tone is no less demanding.
“How many women did you stick your dick into?”
“Is it mine?”
“How many women did you fuck?”
He dips his chin a little more, his eyes searching mine.
“Is it fucking mine?”
“How many whores did you fuck?” I shout in his face.
His body jerks, his eyes widen, and I think that he’s going to lash out at me, but he doesn’t. How he keeps himself from losing his shit, I don’t know. I’m just glad that he doesn’t, because I screamed in his face and that wasn’t nice.
“Just the one,” he rasps. “Not by choice either, but to keep the peace.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “You ever do something you really don’t want to do, in order to keep from causing a huge fucking problem?”
I could lie to him, but he’d read my lie immediately. If I told him no, it would be a lie. How many times did I just shut up and do what my father wanted? How many times did I allow someone inside of my body not by choice, but because I didn’t want to cause any trouble for myself?
It was easier to just close my eyes and take it for the moment than to cause waves. Until it wasn’t, and that’s when I ran. Lifting my gaze to meet his, I understand him, but only a little bit.
“Tell me,” I rasp.
“Is it mine?”
“Will you tell me?”
He nods his head once, though I don’t even know if he’s telling me the truth. I hope that he is though.
“Yes, Wilder. This little girl is yours.”
MOUNTAIN
Little girl.
Mine.
The three words play on repeat in my head.
Little girl.
Mine.
Over and over again.
My arms fall from Leighton’s body, resting against my side as I stare slack-jawed down at her. I’m not even sure if I’m really seeing her or not. I’m just staring to stare. Clearing my throat, I lift my gaze to meet hers, shaking myself out of my stupor.
“Leigh?” I croak.
“Are you regretful that you fucked her?” she asks.
Fuck me, but she really was hurt by that. I don’t even remember Black’s woman’s name. It’s been months, I don’t want to remember anything about her, not a fucking thing. They have their kinks and good for them, but I want no part of it, then and especially not now.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “I really fucking am. Had no desire to be with her.”
“But?”
I tilt my head to the side, licking my lips as my eyes roam over her beautiful face. “But it happened and I can’t take it back. And I can’t promise you that I’ll never be with another woman.”
“I know,” she whispers.
Taking a step toward her, I reach out, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck. Squeezing her, I tug her forward until her belly hits mine. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers.
“You’re mine, mi reina. Only mine. Nobody else will ever touch you again. You’re safe with me, this baby is safe. I will give my life to protect her, to protect you.”
“Wilder,” she rasps.
I grunt. “Fuckin’ truth of it, Leighton. You’re mine, both of you. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, healthy, and happy.”
Sliding my tongue across the seam of her lips, I plunge into her mouth, tasting her, owning her. I let out a grunt as I back her against the edge of the bed. She reaches for my pants, unbuttoning my jeans before she slowly slides the zipper down.
I wrap my hands around her hips, gripping her as she reaches inside of my pants. I feel her fingers around my cock, stroking me a few times as she frees me completely. I moan, shifting my hips forward, fucking her soft hand.
She breaks the kiss, my fingers grip the back of her neck tighter, but she licks her lips as her eyes search my own. Then, without a single uttered word, she sinks down to her knees. Shaking my head, I reach down and slip my hands beneath her arms and pick her up.
“No,” I rasp as I turn her toward the bed, and place my palms against her shoulders, pushing her down onto the edge.
I sink to my knees, instead. My eyes never leaving hers. “You aren’t getting down on your knees when I’m the one who fucked up, babe.”
Leighton reaches for me, her palms cup my cheeks and she looks into my eyes. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, she’ll probably never find it inside of me, but I’m going to keep her cunt satisfied so that she never realizes I don’t have what she wants inside of me.
Sliding my hands up the outsides of her thighs, I dance my fingers across her belly. It’s fucking beautiful, the way she’s stretching, expanding to create the life of our child. I never was a guy who thought pregnant women were particularly beautiful. They were just women who were pregnant.