Page 40 of Where the Roses Bloom
“Then take it,” he snarled, fucking me hard now, the rhythm relentless. “Take every fuckin’ drop, rosebud. I’m gonna fill you so deep you’ll be dreamin’ about it. You won’t be able to walk straight without rememberin’ who did this to you.”
I moaned, head falling back against the blankets as heat bloomed low and desperate. Every thrust dragged me closer to the edge again, slick and shaking, his name rolling off my tongue like it was the only word I remembered.
He brought one hand between us, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts, his breath hot against my neck.
“Gonna breed you, baby,” he whispered. “Make you mine for good. Make you a mama. You want that? You want to be all knocked up and swollen with my baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes?—”
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come on my cock, Willow. Let me feel you milk me dry.”
I shattered with a cry, every muscle locking tight as I came again, harder than before. And Rhett—Rhett let go. He drove deep once, twice, then moaned, his whole body shaking as he spilled inside me.
He didn’t pull out.
Didn’t even move at first.
Just collapsed forward, bracinghimself above me, one hand tangled in my hair, the other splayed over the curve of my belly. I felt him soften slowly inside me, warmth seeping deeper with every breath.
“Jesus,” he whispered, kissing my temple like he couldn’t stop. “That was…I’ve never…”
I reached up, cupping his cheek. “Me neither.”
We stayed like that for a long time, bodies tangled, his release still held deep inside me, our skin damp and hearts pounding in tandem. He didn't pull out…didn't panic, didn't tell me I needed to take Plan B in the morning.
For him, this wasn't a mistake.
Not for me either.
“I didn't mean to…” I paused, feeling how his cock pulsed inside me, groaning softly. His hips rocked, and I knew we weren't done yet tonight. “If…I've wanted a baby for a long time and I didn't mean to say…”
He brushed his lips against mine, breath still ragged. “We’ll talk tomorrow, rosebud,” he said. “But tonight? Tonight you can pretend it’s already true. You can take everything I’ve got and dream about what we’re makin’ together.”
His mouth found mine again—slow, claiming, his hips rolling deep like he couldn’t bear to leave me empty.
I gasped, clinging to him, already aching for more. “I don’t wanna pretend.”
His smile was crooked, lazy, almost drunk with it. “Good.”
He moved again. And again. A slow, steady rhythm like we had all the time in the world. No urgency now. Just the sweet ache of staying joined, of giving in.
I held him tighter. Let myself float on the edge of it, high and hazy, already sore in the best kind of way.
The windows were open. The honeysuckle breeze curled around us. And somewhere outside, a barn owl called low and lonesome into the dark.
But here…in this bed, with Rhett still inside me, his hands on my skin and his mouth trailing kisses across my throat…
Here, I wasn’t alone.
Here, I was his.
And if the moon had its way with the tide—and Rhett had his way with me—maybe I wouldn’t be alone for much longer.
CHAPTER 14
Rhett
My room wasn't exactly well decorated…ordecorated at all.
