Page 13 of Who Wants Pie

I whimper and open my mouth just a little, but it’s enough. He slips his fingers in.

“Taste how good that little pussy is, Tinsley.” His voice growling in my ear, his breath skating across my skin, makes me shiver with anticipation. The tip of his cock is nestled at my entrance. He slowly slides it in as he spreads me wide again.

His cock feels bigger than before. How the hell did I ever take all of him inside of me? How am I going to do it again? His hand, the one lying under me, cups my breast and starts gently twirling and rubbing my nipple until I lose focus and find myself sucking his fingers in my mouth and rocking back and forth on the head of his cock.

It pops inside and both of us let out a moan at the sensation. And then he’s filling me up. Pushing slowly and steadily until he’s all the way in.

“Oh my God! It feels like you’re so…oh God, Gray, it feels like you’re all the way in my stomach.”

He takes my breath as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly. I sink my nails into the arm wrapped around me.

“I know, baby, I know. I can feel it too.” He pushes in and swivels his hips, causing me to gasp. “Feels like your cervix is kissing the head of my dick. And fuck, does it feel good.” He rolls us so he’s on top of me and I’m on my stomach. He raises my cuffed hands up over my head again as he takes my hips and lifts them off the bed so he can pump in me even faster.

He leans over so our bodies are sealed together, and he is surrounding me, encompassing my whole world. I start chanting his name over and over because it’s the only thing other than the pleasure I can think about. He builds both of us up so high until I can’t take anymore. I start to convulse, the muscles that are hugging up around him contract and flutter like I’m trying to coax the seed out of him. And he doesn’t make me wait.

Heat floods me as he groans out my name beside me. Everything gets just a little wetter and my pussy -the silly thing - has a mind of its own and leads us into another release just knowing he is filling me up. When both of us catch our breath afterward, it’s to find a dark, quiet room.

I have no idea what time it is, no idea what is going on with my mom or Cami and Rayne. Hell, I still have the bridesmaids’ dress bunched up around my waist. The things I am sure of are enough to keep me awake. I am sure I’m more than likely pregnant. I know I let Gray come inside of me again. I know he’s lying beside me tracing little designs on my bare hip.

“I want to introduce you to my sister.” It’s said into the room with a hint of uncertainty.

“Why do you sound unsure about that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t want to bring anything from my past that could affect our future together.”

I push up so I can look at him. “Do you think she won’t like me?”

“No. God, no. She’s going to love you. It’s not that at all.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just, you know, my biological mom didn’t want anything to do with me and I realize I have freakin’ baggage and it’s not like I can give our kid the kind of family you have.”

I put my finger to his lip to shush him. “Do you plan to leave me and any child we might make?”

His brows draw down and a look of extreme anger crosses his face like the very thought of leaving might piss him off, “Hell no!”

“Exactly,” I crawl into his lap and take his face in between my hands, “I know what kind of person you are, Grayson Hart. I know that you are going to love with your whole heart when you love and anybody you give that love to, is a lucky person.”

I nip at his lips before going on, “As long as it's only me you’re giving it to, we’ll be just fine.”

“Only you, my love. Only ever you.”

I allow myself to show him how big my grin is at his words, “You are going to give this baby - and me - everything we could ever need because you’re going to love us and take care of us and be with us. Who could ask for more?”

I lean forward to take his lips with mine as we fall back on the bed. “I love you, Tinsley Dresden. I think I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you, when you were way too young for me.”

“You mean when Rayne first brought you over to the house.” I think back to that first Thanksgiving and how nervous I was when Rayne said he was bringing a friend over to eat with us.

He laughs and rearranges me on top of him, “No, I mean the first time I ever saw you. You had on little blue jean shorts and a tank top in the brightest pink I have ever seen in my life. You had your hair up in a loose bun and had a streak of flour on your cheek. You were so bright and so vivid. I’d never seen anything so perfect.”

That wasn’t what I was wearing when he came over.

“You brought an apple pie and cupcakes that you made all by yourself.”

My face quickly softens as I remember the time he is talking about. It was at the firehouse.

“And the first thing you ever said was to ask who wanted pie. I think I lost my heart that day.”

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