Page 24 of His to Love
“You’re the best too.” I took her mouth, forcing my tongue through her slightly parted lips. Tasting each other, our tongues ran around together playfully. I took her ass in my hands, lifting her to fit me better. Soft, tender, and ripe—she was ready for what I had to give her. “I’m about to fill you up with my seed, wife.”
“Do it, mi amor. Fill me all the way up with your hot seed. Give it all to me. I want all of you.” She wiggled, making me go in even deeper.
Nipping her ear, I whispered, “I want you to have my baby.” Cum shot out of me as my eyes flew open, bringing me back to reality. There I was in the shower, alone. But the words had actually come out of my mouth.
I’d never had an orgasm that left me feeling guilty. At least not while I was jerking off. I’d come too fast in my younger days, and those times had left me feeling bad for the girl I was with. But alone? Never.
Shutting off the shower, I didn’t know why my fantasy had taken that direction. First of all, Alexa was already pregnant with another man’s baby, and nothing would change that. Second, I wasn’t ever going to be intimate with her—not ever. Third, the honeymoon needed to end—and quickly.
I couldn’t keep doing things together like we had that day, or I would eventually end up doing something I would deeply regret. Something that could cost me one of the longest relationships I’d ever had.
I can’t let this affect my friendship with Luciano.
He’d asked me to marry his pregnant sister because he trusted me with one of the most important people to him. And I would have to find a way to tamp down the growing attraction. I had to nip it in the bud.
There was no way I could ever say those things to Alexa. She would think I was a fool, for one. Plus, it would make her feel bad about herself. Giving herself to that idiot had been the stupidest thing she’d ever done. Probably theonlystupid thing she’d ever done. Reminding her of that in any way would just be mean.
Wrapping the towel around myself, I wiped the steam off the mirror to look at my reflection, and then I looked at the wedding ring on my left hand. I’d bought matching wedding bands, which went with the engagement ring I’d given her.
We looked like the real deal. We looked like newlyweds. But we were a lie, a farce. We were nothing more than two people who’d known each other forever, trying to pretend that we’d gotten married out of love for one another. And we were expecting a baby.
Smiling, I thought about how happy her mother would be when Alexa told her about the baby. My heart swelled with joy at the knowledge that I’d played a key role in why her mother would be happy when she told her about the baby, instead of heartbroken and sick.
It would all be worth it to see that. Worth the lies. Worth the nights of having to hold myself back from the growing feelings I had for Alexa. It would all be worth it in the near future.
But then there would be a divorce to go through, and that would be hard on Mrs. De La Cruz. Being devout Catholics, the De La Cruzes didn’t believe in divorce. But they knew that I wasn’t nearly as devout as they were.Don’t they?
Going out to the living room, I took off the towel then climbed into bed, naked. Thinking about religion, I wondered how Alexa viewed divorce.Will she balk when it comes time to end this marriage? Will she use her religious beliefs to try to keep this marriage going? And what will I do if she does that?
