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Morgan was pregnant. With my cub. And I was going to be a father.
Morgan continued staring at me, still waiting for my response. I realized I was fucking this up even more than I would have thought possible. She needed reassurance, needed me to say something to help calm her nerves. I wasn’t the only one reeling from the revelation. I tried to say something, anything, because I knew I was supposed to say something. Except no words would come out. After a long moment, she gave a half-laugh as her arms tightened around her stomach.
“Do me a favor and say something,” she babbled. “Because you just staring at me is making me even more nervous.”
I blinked, forcing myself to come back down to reality. “Sorry,” I murmured. “I’m just surprised. I wasn’t…” I trailed off, not sure the best way to respond.
She nodded, as if that was what she had expected. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me,” she said, her voice tinged with hesitation. When she glanced up to stare at me, however, her eyes were steel, and she jutted out her chin in determination.
Something about the grit in her expression took me by surprise. She was normally so timid that seeing that on her face was unusual. I liked it.
“But I’m not getting rid of the baby, so you can kick me out or whatever.” She added.
The words sounded even more absurd than “I’m pregnant,” startling me from my stupor. What the hell was she talking about? Did she actually think I would abandon her like that?
“I’m not going to kick you out,” I said. “I’m not sure how I feel about the baby. I haven’t actually ever imagined myself as a father. But I’m not going to abandon you just because I wasn’t expecting to be a father.”
Unmistakable surprise flickered across her face as she stared up at me. And I realized with a spark of anger and frustration that she legitimately thought I wouldn’t care about her after this. She’d been so brainwashed by everything that had happened to her that she legitimately thought the only valuable thing about her was her body, when she was so much more than that.
I wanted to try telling her all of this, everything running through my mind. But I also knew that I wasn’t going to be able to find the words, even as I wished I could.
Instead, I walked over and pulled her against me so our bodies were flush. She stared up at me, those beautiful green doe eyes glistening with unshed tears. One of my arms wrapped around her waist as the other brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the back of my hand caressing her cheek. She leaned into it instantly, her eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments before opening and locking on me once more.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised her as I cupped her face, my thumb stroking her cheekbone. I gave a smirk as I slowly tilted her head up, our lips inches apart. “You’re stuck with me.”
Before she could respond, I pressed my mouth against hers. I held her head, locking it in place as I savored the taste of her. An overwhelming urge to have her, to have all of her, washed over me. My grip on her tightened as I pulled her closer to me.
She melted into my touch as I continued tasting her, savoring it. But it wouldn’t be enough. I pressed her against a tree. My hand grabbed hers, and I pinned them over her head, my knuckles scratching against the bark. I kissed her again, a new surge of craving and need consuming me as I parted her lips with my tongue, slipping it inside her mouth, smothering the soft moan of longing escaping her mouth.
I could feel my cock growing harder. She did, too, because a moment later, her hand slipped between us, fingers stroking up and down the shaft through my pants. I let out a growl of need and approval as my fingers tangled in her hair, trying to communicate a hundred different things that I couldn’t articulate into those touches.
My hand roamed along her side, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt, their tips brushing the bare skin beneath. She let out another sigh as I began lifting it over her head, exposing her breasts and magnificent curves. Overwhelming need consumed me, and it took all my strength not to tear the bra off her. In a moment, she was naked in front of me, pale skin seeming almost to gleam in the light.
Any lingering self-restraint I’d been trying to hold onto vanished the second I saw her bare breasts. I took only enoughtime to take off my own clothes before picking her up and slamming her onto my cock, grinning as she cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulders.
In a few hours, we would talk about the future and figure out what to do about the baby. We’d come up with a plan together and figure this out. But for now, the only thing that mattered was this moment and the two of us. Everything else could wait.
Chapter 14 - Morgan
My mind went deliciously blank as I locked my legs around Chris’s waist, each of his thrusts sending new spasms of pleasure and lust radiating through me. I let out a loud moan of satisfaction as he continued ravishing me. My toes curled, and my muscles seemed to coil and tighten with every passing moment. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed this until he’d kissed me.
He slammed into me, his cock filling me over and over again, somehow not missing a stroke even while he held onto me. My fingers dug into his arms as my back began to arch, every thrust sending me closer to oblivion. My toes curled on reflex as my mind continued to not think of anything at all, blissfully silent after weeks of anxiety with every passing thought. All of the problems plaguing us right now—Cain, an unanticipated pregnancy, all the uncertainties of the future—none of it seemed to matter anymore, at least not for this moment.
His mouth pressed against mine, and I relished the taste. His pumps grew more fervent, more desperate, and I knew my moans were growing more high-pitched as I could feel myself tumbling toward oblivion. It was as if he knew everything that would make me melt at his touch. My breathing grew ragged, and I could hear his growing uneven as well. For a few moments, everything was okay.
One final thrust, and I shattered. I screamed into the silent woods as relief and ecstasy washed over me, my legs tightening around him as I continued riding that wave. His mouth slammed against mine, smothering the scream as his pumps grew more earnest, more frantic. A moment later, I felt him finish inside me.
His own pumps slowed as his lips moved from mine. His eyes searched my face, as if waiting to see how I would respond. I smiled, and he smiled back.
We stayed like that for a long time, him still inside me as the sounds of the woods came flooding back to us.
After a moment, I said, “We should probably go back.”
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. But he didn’t move immediately. Eventually, though, he slowly, almost reluctantly, lowered me to the forest floor. We gathered our clothes in silence and went back to the cabin.
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