Page 69 of Broken Discipline
He gripped my upper arms, yanking me to my feet, and pulled off my clothes quicker than I could breathe. His hands laced through the middle of his shirt, ripping it off, the buttons flying across the room. I ran my hands over his warm shoulders, his shaved chest. He was pure strength.
He unleashed his cock, then picked me up, laying me on the floor. His eyes glared at me as his cock stabbed into me. He wanted to see every squirm, every flinch, every time he made me feel anything. To know that I was all his.
“I love you, Kylie,” he said.
My chest tightened, holding onto those words. I had resisted saying it back to him for the last few years. Saying it meant what we had was real, and I didn’t want to face what it meant to lose Griffin. He was going to be gone. So much could change. We could be different people when he came back.
But still, something inside of me urged me to say it back: “I love you, too.”
Those words fueled him, his cock surging fuller, his breathing husky. I held him close, wrapping my legs around his back, his coarse, stubbled chin brushing against me. Every masculine grunt that erupted from him was mine. Every bead of sweat was because of me. And that pure expression of love and need in his gray eyes wasminetoo. And it felt so damn good and so fucking wrong because I knew it would dissolve by the morning. Griffin would be gone and I would be alone again.
I turned away, trying to focus on anything else but the pain that kept growing in my chest, but Griffin held my throat, with enough pressure that I felt his dominance in my toes. My pussy clenched around him. I looked at him.
“Please,” I whispered. “Come inside me.”
His thrusts became manic, like he was full of desperation. He lifted himself slightly, reaching his orgasm and about to pull out, to come on my stomach like he always did, but I laced my legs around his back, refusing to let him go.
“Please,” I whispered again. “Let me have this.”
He erupted inside of me, each pulse of his cock shuddering through his shoulders, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. I locked him in my limbs. I wanted it all, even this. The chances of me getting pregnant seemed slim. We had unprotected sex before. Why would this be any different?
Because you usually make him pull out,I thought.
Finally, I let go of him and he collapsed on the ground next to me, then locked his arms around my waist, as if his body was a blanket specifically made for me.
“Think I should take some emergency contraception?” I asked.
He shook his head, rubbing my belly.
“It’s twins,” he said so confidently, I almost believed him.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Twins run in my family,” he said.
“You’re not a twin.”
“I killed mine in the womb. That’s why I’m Hyde and not Jekyll.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I rolled my eyes. We had the same English teacher, five years apart, and read that Robert Louis Stevenson book for the freshman reading assignments.
“It’s twins,” he said again. “I can feel it.”
I waved a hand dismissively, but part of me was secretly happy. Griffin was playful at times and protective at others, and I knew he’d be a great father one day, even if it wasn’t with our children.
But I wanted it to be our children. Maybe that’s why I didn’t let him pull out. Like it was one last chance to keep him with me.
“Girls or boys?” I joked.
“Both.”
I laughed again, throwing back my head. What were the chances of that? But I crossed my fingers, hoping that it would come true and that we could watch them grow up together. Maybe our daughter would be fierce and playful like Griffin, and our son would be sweet and nurturing like me. Or maybe they would be the opposite. There were endless possibilities, and I wanted all of them for us. And having a child—ourchild—seemed like one of the ways to keep his spirit with me, even if Hyde Louis Griffin never returned.
I closed my eyes, holding that superstition ripe in my heart, hoping that we would make a baby together. But my eyes burned with tears. This time was different. Griffin had gone on work trips before, but I could talk to him during those trips. We could video chat or even talk until we fell asleep on the phone. This time, it wouldn’t be like this. You don’t go to a foreign country and lose complete contact and expect everything to be the same when you eventually get back.
Things always change.
“I will always take care of you,” Griffin said, wiping the tears from my cheeks. He kissed my forehead softly, his gray eyes filled with longing. “I promise you that, Kylie. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”
