Bare.
“I’m not on birth control,” I breathed, my eyes screwed shut. “Oh, fuck, Piers, don’t move or I’ll come.”
He pulled out, and I didn’t know whether to cry or thank him, when he slammed back inside.
That was all it took.
“I’m coming.” I told him the obvious.
His big hand squeezed the globe of my ass as he said, “Yeah, you fucking are.”
“You have to,” I said between gasping breaths as my world blew apart and slowly pieced itself back together with Webber directly in the middle. “Pull out.”
He laughed manically.
“Thought you wanted a bunch of kids?” he asked darkly, fucking me into the back of the couch. “Thought that was your dream? To stay at home? Take care of your man?”
I licked my lips as all my dreams came so close that I could almost reach them.
“Well, guess what, baby. I’m going to give you your dreams,” he said in a deep, strangled voice. “I’m going to give you all the babies you want. I’m going to buy you a house in the country. I’m going to come home to you every night and let you feed me. I’m going to spoil the hell out of you. One dream at a time, I’ll make sure you have the world you want.”
Then he came, repeating my name like a mantra, as he filled me up with the start of my dreams.
Twenty-One
No, babe, I think it’s awesome that your alarm wakes up everyone but you.
—Silver to Webber
WEBBER
“Babe,” a whispered, honey sweet voice sounded in my ear. “Come on, or you’re going to be late for your meeting.”
I groaned and rolled over. “I don’t want to go.”
I was a night owl.
I stayed up late and got up late because my body just worked better that way.
Eight in the morning meetings were dog shit, and I couldn’t fucking stand them.
But they were a necessary evil, and one that I dealt with because the meetings with my staff meant that I could keep the hours I wanted.
One day wouldn’t kill me.
But when a sexy, practically naked body curled up into my back, I momentarily forgot how tired I was.
“Come on, Piers,” she whispered. “You have to get up. You have exactly thirty minutes before you need to leave. Your daughter’s getting ready to leave for school and has been up for hours. At least someone got the morning genes. She must’ve gotten that from your ex.”
Normally, I was the type of man that would say he needed hours and hours of time.
But sleeping in the same bed for two weeks straight with the woman that I was crazy in love with curled up at my side meant that I didn’t care how long I had.
As long as I made it good for her…
“What are you doing?” she asked when I rolled over, displacing her body from mine.
When she was on her back, I moved down the length of her body, trying to ignore the green and brown bruises that I saw on her torso as I went past.