Page 15 of Bred
I’d expected him to fuck me.
I’d expected to carry his baby. It was in the godforsaken contracted. But I hadn’t been and wasn’t sure how much I would enjoy the before, the during, or even the after.
Because that’s what a baby would mean. It would bind us together permanently. Company to company, family to family. Wife to husband.
I dried off, my skin still tingling as I remembered the way my new husband had just lifted me, pressing me against the wall as if I weighed nothing. And last night, he’d played with me, his body moving over mine with such easy possession.
I wanted it again.
I glanced down at my phone. Six o’clock on the dot. I moved over to the dresser, where I pulled out a pair of my favorite lacy underthings, and then moved back through the bathroom to the closet, careful to keep my staring to a minimum as soap slid down Loren’s broad back, the muscles there playing in the foggy interior.
Even my quick look did nothing but throw fuel on the fire that was lighting up my insides. He really was beautiful, all powerful lines, heavy bone. But that silver hair, contrasting so sharply with the tan tone of his skin, made me want to curl around him, to beg him for protection and support.
I grabbed a dress, one of my favorites, but also made sure that it would easily come off. Because if I was right and I was about to be taken, then I wanted him to have as easy access as possible.
In reality, I already felt silly getting dressed at all.
Especially when Loren stepped into the room, a towel around his trim waist. His eyes met mine and were so blue and clear that I knew he had seen right through me and this idea. If this man wanted to rip my favorite dress right off my shoulders, I would gladly let him.
Loren
My plan for tonight had already gone sideways. I meant to come into the house, slip into the shower, and get myself off hard. Because I knew otherwise, there’d be no way I’d be able to control myself once I got inside Wren.
And I would be getting inside her. It was clear now that this woman thought she would stay, thought she could handle this lifestyle.
Which was fine.
I was in this for the company. And the baby.
God, I wanted that baby. A strange way to secure my long shot at having my own family. But when was the last time I’d done something conventionally? And now that I’d met her, this woman who would be my wife, who might carry my baby,
I was even more invested. Because when I’d chased her out of the shower tonight, I had barely gotten my jeans down my legs, kicking them away before my cock was in my fist and I was pumping it fast and hard. And when my cum splattered against the tile, still warm from where I’d had her, I felt only the smallest relief of pressure. I wasn’t even sure if my cock was going to soften, especially when I heard Wren walk back through, her feet quick and nervous on the flooring.
But still, I smiled to myself. She was so sure she wanted me but at the same time so confused about how to get me.
That was fine with me though. I would show her what it meant to be mine.
I moved back to our bedroom; Wren was standing on the far side, staring into the mirror as she braided the sides of her chin-length hair. She was dressed in a pretty red dress, the hem billowing and loose around her thighs. Not that I needed to be reminded of how perfect her body felt against me, but I could see the clear outline there. It called to me, begging for my hands.
I glanced at the clock. Six twenty eight. I grinned, deciding to forgo the clothing entirely. Instead, I moved to stand behind her, catching her eyes in the mirror. I loved her sharp haircut, so at odds with the softness of her smile or the kindness in her eyes. And as our eyes met in the mirror, I slipped a hand up the back of her neck until my fingers gripped her firmly.
“Did you make your decision?”
“I did.”
“And?”
I slipped a hand low, wrapping around the quickly rising and falling ribcage in front of me. She was so delicate beneath my palms, her body poised and anxious.
I would soothe her. If not with my hands, then with my mouth. My lip quirked. And then with my cock.
“Give me your answer, princess.” I curled around her shoulders, lips brushing her nearly bare skin there. “I’ve been aching for you all day.”
Her quiet laugh made me smile again. “You have been? How do you think I’ve felt?”
“That’s why I’m asking.” I let my hand whisper low again, pressing against her pelvis below her belly button.
“My answer is the same as it was yesterday when I stood by you at that altar. Yes. A hundred times over. The fact that I’ve been dying to feel you against me all day?” She gulped, and my gaze was trained on the smooth line of her throat. “Only a bonus.”
