“Now sit,” he said. “Let me start your day off right, too.” He cupped one of my tits and stared me square in the nipple. “Are they sore?”
I nodded, in awe of him. “They’re aching. They’ve filled up for you.”
He licked his lips, arousal warming his eyes. My pussy squeezed at the prospect of what might be about to happen. My boobs did hurt, and they’d come to expect a good draining from the man beneath me. I needed soothing.
It might not always work that way, but for now, at this moment, he was all I wanted. “Please, baby, suck me dry.”
He flipped us, making me laugh out loud as I bounced onto my bed.
“Fuck, you don’t know what a dream it is to hear my woman say that,” he growled, lowering his mouth to the first nipple, choosing to flicker his tongue over the peak and drive me wild.
“Your woman, huh?” I asked, teasing a little. I cupped his head, as I so liked to do, and he looked up at me through his eyelashes.
For a beat, we didn’t talk. He investigated what he saw in my eyes instead, moving away. “I’m not saying we need to jump into anything official. But you feel like mine. I wasn’t lying.”
“You feel like mine, too,” I admitted.
“Good.” He kissed my nipple. “Because I won’t share.” Then he sucked. My entire nipple and some breast tissue pulled into his mouth, latching on while my body shuddered and seized in pleasure and relief.
He fingered my pussy while he pleasured my tits, moving between them both as I moaned and writhed. When I pushed my nipples together so he could suck on both of them at once, something ignited in him and that feral edge came out. Damn, I loved it.
“God,” he groaned. “I can never get enough of these.” He lost himself to it, to my body, sucking, licking, swirling and fucking, until it all became too much and I tumbled over the cliff, crying into my palm to keep the noise down.
“Good grief,” I sighed, slumping back. He didn’t stop touching me, but his motions turned gentler. Soft, like he was soothing me rather than trying to get anything started again.
Soon enough, we would have to confront what was ahead of us. I needed to talk to my sister, my parents, even my fucking boss. Bellamy, too. I had so much explainingto do, groveling, begging, planning. And this baby wasn’t getting any smaller.
I wasn’t getting any less pregnant.
And I wasn’t getting any less taken with this man in my arms.
Walking into my parents’ house was an insurmountable difficulty, and doing it alone was even worse. But I’d decided it was for the best. Harry wanted to come, but assuming Victoria had told them everything, by myself would be better. My parents wouldn’t harm me, only with their words, but the same couldn’t be said for Harry. I didn’t trust my mother not to throw a plate at his head.
I didn’t expect the money at this point, was resigned to finding a job elsewhere, but I still had to hear it. A few days ago, I’d spoken to The Bone Yard and told them I wouldn’t be back. I could work out a notice, but the job was over for me. I didn’t want to sleep with random people anymore, didn’t want to be anyone’s kink experiment. Bailey understood, saying she’d call me back to get it all worked out when she had more time. I couldn’t take it, pregnant or not. That life was done for me.
Harry was, to my surprise, very interested in hearing everything about the job. We often chatted about all the things I’d gotten up to, all the kinks and craziness I’d taken part in. Harry would almost always end up hard as a rock and pulling me to him, but I still didn’t want to return and add to those stories.
The first step in setting up a good life for this baby came from my finding a job I was happy doing, one that earned a good wage and didn’t make me miserable doing it. A college education was obviously a no now, but when Mom called me this morning and asked for a meeting, I couldn’t refuse. Just in case. In case she was seeing reason or turning into a decent mother.
A meeting. Not just a daughter nipping over for a drink, a catch up. To ask for some help. A meeting.
“Zora, you’re here,” my mother said at the exact moment my heart dropped out, because sitting beside her on the sofa was Victoria, her eyes bloodshot and her mouth firm.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered. Ambush or fucking what?
Mom glared at me, so damn stoney. “Sit down.”
I took a deep breath, gulped, peered between the two women who looked more alike with every passing year, and did as I was told.
Time to face my music.
Chapter Fourteen
Harry
“Howdiditgo?”I asked the groaning lump of woman falling into my arms. I kissed the top of her head and let her rest on me for a few minutes, letting myself enjoy having her close even though she was sad.
We’d decided to meet in a park, far from any place we could distract ourselves with sex. It was out there now. We’d confronted the shitshow from all angles and had made it through.
