Sophie had gone to the kitchen to eat warm banana bread. When did she bake that? She said she’d been craving it.
I smile inside. I fight the urge to peek at the tests.
I glance at the timer for the millionth time.
After we find out if were having a baby, I’ll return to the torture chamber to torture another couple of assholes.
Having those bastards under my roof didn’t make me feel comfortable at first. Psycho assured me we were good to go. He had scanned their bodies for microchips. If he found any, he cut it out in the most painful way inside his personal chamber.
My brothers who have a taste for blood usually arrive at my house at noon. Which is Legos and Psycho.
My best friend Psycho is on cloud nine when he gets to slice and dice. One side of the torture chamber looks like Dexter’s lair. That’s where Psycho and Legos work. I work on the other side. Looking at Psycho you’d never know he loves to torture and kill.
The timer goes off. I close the laptop, set it aside, hop off the counter, and tap the intercom button. “Sophie, get up here.”
Still chomping on a small piece of banana bread, she saunters into the bathroom a couple of minutes later. Her dark hair is piled on top of her head. She’s dressed in tiny black shorts and a purple tank top. I’m ready to fuck her right now. Hereyes fall on my hard dick. The print is obvious in my gray sweat shorts.
She blinks twice. “We have something important to handle first.”
I grab her arm pulling her close as I lean against the counter. “My cock deep inside you is important.” I slide my tongue along her neck.
“You’re a happy woman when you get off.”
Sophie moans. “I am.”
She steps back. “Let’s check the results.”
I lay each test flat on the counter. We stare at the test results.
“Pregnant,” we say in unison.
Her hands fly over her mouth. “We’re having a baby.”
My heart rams against my rib cage. “Fuck yes! We’re having a baby.” I pull her up into my arms.
“I did it. I knocked you up.”
Sophie chuckles.
I drop to my knees, lift her shirt, and kiss her belly.
Her hands slide over my hair. “I can’t believe we’re here. I hated you when I first saw you.”
I laugh as I peer up at her. “You’re a fighter. I fucking love that about you.”
Gripping the hem of her shorts, I tug them down over her curvy ass, thighs, and legs. They drop to the floor. Still holding her gaze, I slide my tongue along her slit and nip her clit.
She inhales sharply, squeezing my shoulders. “Mavis.”
I stand to my full height, yank her tiny tank over her head. “I’ve never been with a woman like you.” I toss the shirt to the floor and cup her full breasts.
“So fucking beautiful.” My large hands slide to her neck. The pads of my rough thumbs caress her jaw line.
Her amber eyes stare deep into my green ones.
“Sophie, you don’t even know how beautiful you are. I knew that I had to have you for myself. I couldn’t let another man have you,” I say as I take her lips in a hungry kiss.
My obsession for this woman runs deep.
