Page 65 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“I know. I’m sorry, too.”
“For what? You have nothing to be sorry for.” I close the distance between us, scooting a little bit closer so I can stroke her hair. She relaxes into my touch easily.
“I slept with Matthias. I was with him. I don’t know.” I grimace, fighting down how angry I feel every time I think aboutthem together. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, though. She wasn’t.
“It’s not like we’re together, though.” I laugh quietly, “you have made that very clear to me.”
“So you don’t think I’m a whore for being with him?”
My hand freezes. “No, not at all. I shouldn’t have implied such a thing earlier.” She nods silently. “I’m sorry, baby. Really fucking sorry. About all of it.”
“Stop saying sorry,” she whispers at me.
“I will when you forgive me.” I wait for her to say something. I’m not so lucky to think she’ll tell me she already has, but if she says she never will…well, that’s going to be hard to come back from.
“I’ll let you know when that happens then,” she says quietly, then finally closes her eyes. My heart could practically burst. She said, “When that happens.” I keep stroking her hair until I’m absolutely certain she’s asleep, and then I watch her for hours. Maybe I’ll fall asleep eventually, but right now, I just want to soak this up. Her proximity, the way she smells, the sound of her breathing right beside me. Her presence alone makes me smile, and every time I think I can’t possibly love her any more, she always seems to find a way to prove me wrong.
Britain
I wake up to the smell of pines and fresh coffee. My throat no longer hurts, and I’m feeling rested and warm, so I snuggle in deeper, keeping my eyes closed against the still-dark room. I want to stay just like this all day.
I move my hand, stroking idly against his hard chest. The constantthump, thump, thumpof his heartbeat lulling me back into slumber as his warm fingers play gently against the small of my back.
When I drop my hand down past his chest to adjust the hem of my shirt, I brush against his rock-hard cock. It bumps against me, causing heat to pulse between my legs.Fuck.I open my eyes.FUCK.I push away from Liam.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He sits up and asks as I scoot away from him.
“We’re not supposed to be cuddling.”
He looks sad for a moment before recovering. “Okay, I’m sorry, but you know, to be fair, you made the first move.”
“I did not!” I say fervently.
“Yes, baby, you did,” he says with a sly smirk on his face.Ugh.
“Then I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” I get up out of bed and head straight to the ensuite to pee and change. One perk of sleeping in the same bed as Liam, I’ll be getting up early from now on just so we spend less time together.
I slip off my oversized tee and rifle through my drawer for something slightly more conservative than my normal clothes.No baby tees and sleep shorts today.
Something about being in the same bed as him has me hot and bothered. The heat between my legs pulses and my muscles clench together desperately. I have to stop what I’m doing to catch my breath. When I do, I look up and notice I’ve left the closet door open and Liam is staring right at me, the heat in his eyes apparent. I can tell he’s staring at my midsection more than anything, my bump. I turn my back to him and reach for another nap dress off a hanger.
“C-can I see?” He scares the shit out of me. I turn to find him in the closet with me. Instinctively, I hold the dress over my bare body.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask.
“I just want to see your bump, Britain. The baby?”Oh.
“Um, sure, I guess.” I move the dress to the side, but continue holding it against my breasts, trying to keep covered while still revealing my stomach. He drops to his knees right there, never taking his eyes off me.
“Can I touch you there, please?” I have to bite down hard on my lip to prevent me from reading too deep into his request. He wants to touch my belly because that’s where the baby is. That’s all.
I reply quietly, “If you want to.”
He brings his hands up, then gently presses them against my abdomen, taking his time. Savoring this. I’m just staring down, watching him, when he looks back at me with tears in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby.” My heart flutters, my cheeks heat, and my inner muscles clench, begging. Begging for something,anything.Let me go, Liam. He doesn’t release me, though. He just moves his hand over the area, feeling me and when he speaks again, it’s not to me.
“Hi, baby. I’m your dad, and I can’t wait to meet you.” He leans forward and presses the gentlest of kisses on my womb. I close my eyes and tip my head back, savoring the heat he sends spiraling through my core. Then he does it again, placing a gentle kiss on the other side, and then one on the other. I want him so bad.I hate that I want him.
His hands start to move away from my belly now. They slide down over my thighs, then he grips them tightly before releasing and gliding his hands up to my back side. He brushes so gently over my ass, the sensation causes me to release a small moan.
