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“Say something,” I beg. “Fuck me again, something.”
“I promise I won’t run again,” he says, and a half-smile tilts on his lips. “Do you know… whose it is?”
I shrug. “Does it matter?”
He smiles. “I bet it’s mine.”
Brad
Katie pants and shivers as she presses herself against me. I’m still hard and I was so close to finished. I glance from her belly, to her eyes, then to my cock. It feels wrong to ask, but she wraps her arms around me and grinds on me.
“No more punishing, please. No more edging,” she pants against my neck. “I love you for exactly how you are, so finish with me.”
How the hell am I supposed to deny her that? I groan and lift her, adjust our angle, then thrust into her. She holds onto me tighter, and I sit back on my heels so she’s riding me. She moans and pants into my shoulder as I bounce her on me. I palm her ass as I lavish her neck with kisses and promises of being better, of pleasing her, taking care of her but never denying her kinky fun.
“I can be good to you while keeping you as my good slut,” I promise in her ear.
“Yes. I’m yours. All yours,” she sighs. “Fuck me to prove it.”
I lay her down on the ground and slide my fingers through hers, holding her hand above her head as I fuck her the way I need. It’s hard, fast, wild. Her moans are music that shrink my awareness to us and only us. I’m finishing her here. I don’t care what it takes.
I pound into her harder and faster, trying to meet the frantic pace of my heart pounding in my chest. Katie arches for me and turns to bite the inside of my bicep to silence her moan. I push her back and lightly collar her throat.
“I didn’t say you were allowed to be quiet. Be loud. I want you echoing through the woods,” I snarl.
She obeys, panting my name, getting louder and louder until she finally comes. I don’t pull out. I won’t. Instead, I thrust deeper into her.
I don’t know if the baby is mine. I want to believe it is, but for some reason, not knowing flips some primal urge in me. I slam into her, harder, faster, deeper, until I come buried inside her, my cock pulsing as I fill her with every drop of my cum. I pant with her and grind myself deeper into her as if I can force her baby to be mine.
She shudders as her legs tremble and twitch. “Brad, you…”
“You’re mine, and as far as I’m concerned, the baby is mine too,” I pant and lean down to kiss her.
She trembles and wraps herself around me, clinging to me as I process, or try to process, what she’s just told me. She’s known for weeks, thought it was fake, but knew. She’s been keeping this all to herself for so long, keeping it from us as if she were ashamed. She’s not losing me that easily.
“You still want me,” she says.
“I just chased you through the woods to fuck you in front of a man who wanted to share you with his entire frat. You really think your being pregnant will change that you’re mine? Will change that I want you?” I snort. “Ridiculous.”
She smiles and kisses me again. Every drawn-out kiss, no matter how soft, makes me desperate to claim her again. I’ll never have enough of her. And if tonight doesn’t prove what I’m willing to do for her, then I’ll just have to keep trying.
Chapter fourteen
Katie
The front door clicks shut behind us as I lean on Brad’s arm, my legs wobbly. The familiar scents of home, coffee and Carter’s cologne, wash over me.
“What the hell were you two thinking?” Henry’s voice booms from the living room.
I flinch as Brad guides me toward the couch. Carter paces by the fireplace, jaw clenched. The anger radiating off both of them makes my skin prickle with discomfort.
“Shut it, Dad,” Brad says firmly. His hand on the small of my back feels possessive, protective.
I sink onto the plush cushions, wincing as my scraped knees bend. Brad kneels before me with a warm, damp washcloth. As he gently cleans the cuts, I study his face—the furrow of concentration between his brows, the tightness around his mouth. Does he regret what we did in the woods?
“This is insanity,” Carter mutters, running a hand through his hair. “Absolute madness.”
Brad’s touch is tender as he dabs at a particularly nasty scrape. “You’ll be alright, sweetheart,” he murmurs. He kisses just above it. “We’ll get you Band-Aids and ice.”
