Page 114 of Rebound
“Mine,” I whisper and he nods.
My hips drop and he groans as I take him inside me again. My gaze flicks to the restraints and when I notice his hands are relaxed, I put my attention on my baby daddy. His eyes are hooded, but I can feel his stare as I shift on him. His jaw flexes and I do it again, making him growl. I raise my hips and slam down on him again, his head lolling. My second orgasm is right there, I can feel it, but I’m fighting it. I want to completely ruin this man first.
This time when I lift my hips, I grab his jaw to keep his attention on me. He blinks slowly, tongue flicking out and the pink is so stark against the dark hair of his beard. I drop on him again and even though his eyes roll back in his head, he brings them back to me.
“Eyes on me, Trick.”
He nods and I loosen my grip on his chin, cradling his face instead. He leans into my touch and I smile.
“I need the whole fucking world to know something.” I settle my hips against his, rolling them hard. His lips part, but no sound comes out. When I grind against him, he whines and I raise onto my knees, allowing only his tip to stay inside me. His attention never wavers, even when I wiggle my hips. I slam down on him and we gasp in unison and the next time I do it, my breath catches.
“Lotus,” he moans.
I bite down on my lip, lift again and when I drop, I say, “You.” Hips up, then down. “Are.” Hips slide up, pussy clenching tight around his dick before I slam back down. “Mine.” I do it again and this time when I drop my hips to his, I come so hard my vision goes black for a few seconds. When I blink into focus, Patrick’s smiling and I sway with pleasure.
The sound of cloth tearing echoes in the room, but I’m delirious enough not to care and then I’m on my back, staring up at Patrick.
“Is it my turn?” he asks, tilting his head to show me the mark on his neck.
I bite my lip and nod. His mouth curves into a smirk as he drags a hand along my leg, carefully guiding it up around his waist and does the same with the other side. The lust coating my vision makes it difficult to see what he’s doing, but I rely on feelings to tighten my legs around his hips. Then he fills me in one hard thrust and my back arches off the bed.
“You’re so fucking hot when you take charge, Lo. When you take what you want.”
“Trick…” I whine and his responding chuckle is dark.
“Patience, my love. I’m going to take what I want now.”
I slide my hands up his arms to grip his biceps as he pulls out and thrusts back in. My head tips back and he does it again, my whole body shaking. He fucks me hard, every stroke deep and slow. I don’t realise we’re moving across the bed until my head hangs over the side. I dig into his arms, but Patrick doesn’t stop.
He raises my hips as he fucks into me roughly. Then with a few more hard thrusts, his hot cum fills me as I come again. With his hands on my sides, he turns us until we’re facing each other. A light sheen of sweat coats both of us and I tremble as the cold AC brushes over my warm skin. Patrick’s hands slide over my belly and stay there as we catch our breath. When he finally pulls out, another shiver runs through my body. But my eyes are fixed on his face as he stares at my pussy and I whimper when his fingers press against the entrance and slide inside.
“You’re perfect,” he says softly, reverently. “You’re mine and you’re perfect.”
I smile and stretch my hands out. He sits up and lifts me, tugging me into his lap. I frame his face with my hands and stare into his beautiful light brown eyes. “You’re mine and I am perfect.”
Patrick chuckles and steals a kiss. I do the same and when he does it once more, I smile. We slide out of bed, but I don’t check the damage between my legs—one, I can’t see past my stomach and two, it doesn’t really matter. I walk to the bathroom, stretching to work out all the kinks in my body, then twist the knobs until the water’s the right temperature. As Patrick joins me, I tie my hair and wrap it in a shower cap. Washing curly hair is a process that takes hours and I’m too tired for it right now.
We step into the shower stall, the hot water hitting me right where I need it. Patrick’s arms slip around me and he washes my inner thighs, around my pussy, getting rid of all the cum sticking to me. Then he switches the knob to only cold water. He’s figured out my bathing routine—hot to wash off the day, then cold to cool down—and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He squirts shower gel into his hands and presses it to my stomach, massaging the soap into my skin slowly.
“Hey, Lo?”
“Yeah, Trick?”
“I’m really glad it’s you.”
I smile and lean back against him. “It was always meant to be you.”
Forty-One. A sex party in Chennai?
Patrick, December
“Will you just tell me where we’re going!”
“Have I not surprised you enough in our relationship for you to know what it looks like?”
Tamara huffs, arms crossed over her chest. Which technically means her arms are resting on her stomach. She scowls and turns to look out the window, squirming uncomfortably in her seat. At seven and a half months pregnant, the love of my life is glowing and irritable. Almost overnight, our baby decided it wasn’t growing fast enough and expanded. Now every chance she gets, Tamara curses me for being tall. It’s not my fault I fell in love with a tiny woman. She captured me from day one with her dazzling smile and sparkling eyes.
She’d never believe me. Obviously.
