Page 84 of Big Daddy Christmas
The threat seemed to penetrate her consciousness, because her eyes fluttered open, glazed and blurry with sleep. “Ice?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s me. I’m right here.”
As if to drive the point home, he rocked his hips again, this time drawing a shocked gasp from her as she reached up, her fingernails digging into his back as she arched beneath him. “Ice! God!”
“Just Daddy will do for now,” he teased with a low laugh as he moved inside her.
“Ice… Daddy… please.”
Normally, he would drag things out. Force her to ask him, to beg him for her pleasure. But not only would that be incredibly mean first thing in the morning, he wasn’t entirely sure she could find the words just then.
So for once, he took pity on her, sinking his fingers into the softness of the thick thigh wrapped around his waist, angling her so he would hit exactly the right spot every time he drove into her.
Pain bit into his shoulders as she clung to him, but it was pain he welcomed because it let him know she was just as wild for him as he was for her. Giving himself over to their growing need, he rocked inside her again, harder now, faster, fucking her until she came alive beneath him, her screams of pleasure echoing around their bedroom as her pussy contracted around him, her orgasm milking his cock with every shuddering wave.
“Fuck, baby.” With a moan of his own, he buried himself inside her one final time, his vision going dark at the edges as pleasure flooded his system. Silver’s inner walls continued to contract around him, until pleasure became pain and he was forced to pull back from her, collapsing onto the bed beside her with a shaky laugh.
“Goddamn, woman. Even half asleep you’re fucking incredible. C’mere.”
Her soft, satisfied hum vibrated against his skin as she curled into him, burying her face in his chest. “Hmm. Morning, Daddy.”
“Morning, baby. Enjoy your wake-up call?”
“Fuck, yes. I’m requesting one of those at every hotel the next time we’re on the road.”
Guilt and grief tangled in his chest. She’d been talking about touring more and more lately, but he still wasn’t sure how the hell they were going to make it happen. Deviant Whispers, the band they’d built from the ground up as kids, was no more. And even if they could get someone to replace Ace, he couldn’t see himself performing under that name ever again. Too much pain, too many memories for both of them.
But as usual, he didn’t point any of that out to her. If his baby wanted to get back on the stage, he’d damn well find a way to make it happen. A new band, maybe, though it would take time to find people they not only trusted but who they could make decent music with.
Setting those worries aside for another day, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We need to get in the shower, baby.”
“Awww. But I just woke up.”
“I know. But you don’t want to be late for Lottie’s wedding, do you?”
Her squeal, bright and happy and so un-Silverlike it had his brows raising to his hairline, echoed around the room. A second later, she was out of their bed, jumping and clapping with excitement.
“Lottie’s getting married! Come on, come on, we have to go.”
Love, so pure and strong it would have brought him to his knees if he’d been standing, swamped him as he watched her rush around the room. “Go ahead and get in the shower. I’ll be right behind you, baby.”
“Holding you to that!” she called over her shoulder as she dashed into the bathroom.
Chuckling at his goddess of the night’s uncharacteristic exuberance, he rolled out of bed and headed for their closet to grab the overnight bag Silver had packed three days ago in preparation for their night in town. Two of their closest friends getting married, followed by a private party at their club meant they wouldn’t have the energy to drive home after.
It was going to be a hell of a night.
Chapter 2
Silver
Locking the bathroom door behind her, Silver leaned back against the wood and pressed a hand to her rolling stomach. The nausea hadn’t been too bad when she’d first woken up, but now that she was up out of bed and moving she could swear there were acrobats turning somersaults in her belly.
After a few deep breaths, the acrobats settled and she pushed away from the door, nerves dancing along her skin as she opened the bottom drawer of her bathroom vanity to stare at the unopened box of pregnancy tests she’d picked up a few days before.
She still hadn’t gotten the courage to actually pee on one of those stupid sticks yet. As many conversations as she’d had with Ice about their future, their musical careers, their lives here in Charleston, kids had never even entered the equation. That had always seemed like a ‘someday’ sort of thing, for her at least, but she had no idea if Ice wanted them at all.
Maybe she was just overreacting. Just because she was nearly a month late and her tits ached like a goddamn bad tooth and everything she ate made her want to puke did not mean she was pregnant. According to the internet, all those symptoms could just be stress related. She could be getting her period any day now.
