Page 74 of Riot Reunion
My eyes roll back into my head.
I’m no longer in control of my body. I convulse, spasms wracking me, contorting my spine, as a gushing wet sensation erupts out of me. A part of me is mortified—a part I pay absolutely no attention to as I am sucked deeper, pulled under, my climax claiming me.
“Yes! Good girl. Good fucking girl. Holy hell, Chase. That’s it. Give in to it.” His voice is rough, laden with lust. The hand pressing down on my stomach eases back, and a shockwave of pins and needles riot through my body, another, smaller orgasm chasing on the heels of the earth-shattering one that just blindsided me.
“I can feel you clenching,” Pax says breathlessly. “God, your pussy’s so fucking tight. Fuck. I’m gonna come, too.” He bows over me, resting his forehead against mine as he surges forward, angling himself deep. I am so, so full of him. I drown in Pax, his hands roving freely all over my body now as he drives himself into me like a freight train. The smell of him—the faintest scent of sweat and his endorphins—makes me want to cling to him. To wrap my arms and legs around him and to hold on to him for dear life. So I do.
His heart thunders against my chest as he groans. The groan transitions into a fierce, wordless roar that rips out of his throat as he comes.
In the deafening silence that follows, neither of us says a word. We both pant, holding each other, catching our breath. After a time, Pax pushes himself up, guiding himself backward, pulling out of me, and I become painfully aware of the slickness between my thighs. I shouldnotbe that wet. Shit, did I actually…
“Don’t look so freaked out. You were fucking magnificent.”
I look up at Pax to find him very, very still, sitting on his heels, his abs and his quads glistening with sweat, and…and god only knows what else. He watches me with a bizarre look on his face, his brows drawn. And then I realize that he’s staring at my stomach.
My small but undeniable bump.
“If you’re worried about how hard you were fucking me—” I begin to say, but he laughs sharply, shaking his head.
“What hasevergiven you the impression that I don’t know what I’m doing, Presley Maria Witton Chase? The female body was built to withstand childbirth. I’m big, but I think your pussy is more than capable of handling a little abuse from my cock without suffering any ill effects. And I made sure I wasn’t leaning on your uterus.”
I’m transfixed by him. He takes my breath away, for god’s sake. His cheeks are unusually flushed. I’ve seen him a little hooped after sex, but this seems different somehow. His full lips tilt up to one side, and an awful realization hits me: he’s thinking about what’s inside my belly.
Covers. Where are the covers? I need to cover myself up. I need to hide. He got me so turned on that I forgot about the human being that I’m growing inside of me. Now that my post-orgasm glow is fading, I am all too aware of my body. I don’t want him to see me like this.
As if he knows exactly what’s going through my mind, Pax grabs a handful of his rumpled duvet and rips it out of my reach. Not content that I can’t lunge for it anymore, he gathers it in his arms and dumps it on the floor, where he knows for sure I won’t be able to get it.
“I regretted saving your life, y’know. Last year, before I knew you.” The statement comes out of nowhere—a total gut punch.
“Gee,thanks.”
He huffs, ignoring me. “I didn’t regret that you’d survived. I regretted thatIwas the one who’d saved you. I kept telling myself someone else would have come along and helped. Someone else would have found you and carried you, broken and bleeding, inside that hospital. You were everywhere I fucking looked after that night. In the hallways. In my classes. In my fuckinghead. Everywhere I went, day or night, there you were. And you were so determined to be my friend. You wantedmorefrom me. You expected me to be a good man. You fucking demanded that from me, so I found a way. It’s not in my nature, this, Chase. Loving you doesn’t come naturally to me. Ichoseit. I worked to be good enough for you. I didn’t just carve out a spot for you to exist inside my heart. I had to take fucking defibrillator paddles to the damn thing and force it to function again. And then Igaveit to you, whatever that’s worth.”
“It’s worth a lot. So much…” I whisper.
“Then fucking prove that to me.Show me.Show me that I didn’t waste my time becoming a better man for you, Presley. I’ve been the villain in every story ever told about me. Just...for once,let me be the fucking good guy. Trust that I love you. Trust that I’ve got your back. Trust that this won’t break me, won’t breakus. Let me be a fucking father to this kid. Let me take care of you. Let me—”
“Whoa!” I scramble back, reaching for something,anythingto cover myself with; he might have gotten rid of the duvet but there are still plenty of pillows. I try to cover myself with one of those, but Pax lets out a monumental sigh, tired of my shit, and rips it away from me. Grabbing me by the ankles, he pulls me down the bed, toward him. I yelp, writhing, doing my damnedest to free myself, but it’s no use. He’ssomuch bigger than me, he doesn’t even need to try. Gently, he cups the curve of my belly with his hand, giving me a meaningful, pointed look.
“I might have kept my opinions to myself before this, but it’s too late now. I see the wayourbaby is changing your body. And Iwantit,” he says, his voice cracking with emotion. “I fucking want it so bad I can taste it.”
“Pax.”
“And unless you’ve already forgotten, you just agreed to marry me while we were fucking—”
“Your dick was inside me, Pax! I’ll agree to anything while your dick is inside me!”
His jaw works, his nostrils flaring. “So you don’t want to marry me, then?”
“I didn’t say that! I—I—” Why is he like this? Why does he have to be so obstinate and difficult all of the time? My eyes burn, tears threatening to fall. I’m so all over the place. I can’t force the chaos in my mind to quiet, yet Pax sits opposite me, so still, so calm, so determined. He leans forward, cupping my cheek in his hand, placing a careful, gentle kiss on my forehead.
“You told Carrie you were afraid of losing me, but I’m here promising you that you won’t. I want to marry you. I want this baby. Why don’t you have a think on that? Let me know when you’ve made a decision.” With that, he grabs his sweatpants from where he discarded them on the floor, silently puts them on, and leaves.
24
ELODIE
“It’s tradition. You have to.”
