But it’s not just the possibility of a baby that makes me want to stay. I could totally be a single mother if I had to. It’s that the longer I spend with Johnathan, the more and more I have to accept he likes me for me.
He didn’t have to rescue me. He didn’t have to keep me. I know he spearheaded the entire mission to buy Charlie and me. I know that he was supposed to hand me over to my father, but he defied his bosses and risked their wrath to keep me.
For whatever reason, he fucking wants me and protects me.
Here, in his house, I know I’m safe. If I let myself, I can breathe easy. If I let myself, I can let him do what he’s been trying to do ever since he bought me that night.
I can trust him and let him take care of me.
Having made my decision to stay and give this crazy relationship a chance, I climb back into bed and eventually fall back to sleep. I’m not sure how long I sleep, but by the time I feel the bed dipping and Johnathan pressing up against my side, sunlight is bleeding through the blinds.
Johnathan’s arms wrap around me and I roll into him. I snuggle up to his bare chest and breathe in deep. He smells just-showered clean.
“Where did you go?” I murmur sleepily.
His chin comes down on the top of my head and there’s a long pause before he answers, “Got called out to work.”
He’s so warm, I can’t help but press against him for his heat.
“In the middle of the night?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, then his voice lifts to a teasing tone. “Did ya miss me?”
He stiffens with surprise and sucks in a deep breath when I answer honestly, “Yes.”
I smile against his chest and then he’s moving. He pushes up on one arm and nudges my chin up to meet his eyes.
“Say it again,” he demands softly, staring into my eyes.
His gaze is so intense, so dark and needy, I’m tempted to look away.
This is it, once I give these words life there’s no taking them back.
My smile fades away and my cheeks feel hot as I give in and say, “I missed you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, and then his head dips down. He kisses me hard and deep. By the time his head lifts back up, I’m flushed and panting. “I missed you too, baby.”
His hand strokes my hair back and we just stare into each other’s eyes for the longest time. Memorizing each other’s face.
This is a huge turning point for us, and as much as I want to revel in this new direction we’re taking, I can tell he’s tired and had a long night.
“You should get some sleep,” I say, breaking the silence.
Johnathan’s mouth softens and he pulls me close again. Our hips lock then his knee begins to push between my knees.
My eyes widen and he laughs at the surprised look on my face. “I can sleep when I’m dead.”
With a growl, he leans in and smashes his mouth hard against my mouth. “I fucking need you, Beth.”
I don’t get a chance to reply, and god knows I don’t want to stop him. His lips are on mine again, hard, demanding, relentless.
Pressing and pressing, he uses the force of his kiss to push me until my back hits the bed.
His weight coming down on top of me, I spread my legs eagerly for him.
Just knowing what’s about to come has made me soaking wet.
Reaching down, he manages to shove his boxer-briefs down without breaking the kiss.
Fitting himself between my thighs, he stiffens in surprise as his skin touches my skin.
“No panties,” he groans, finally giving me a breath.
He rocks his hips, his hard, velvety cock gliding against my slick pussy lips.
“No panties,” I grin at him, my face feeling a little raw from his beard rubbing all over me.
I’m wearing one of his favorite faded band t-shirts, with nothing else on beneath it.
“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he groans as if he’s tortured.
Before I can even think of responding, he’s thrusting himself inside me, pushing out all other thoughts but him.
He’s so big. So damn thick.
Every time his big cock slides into me, it feels like he has to fight his way in.
We’ve done it a lot over the past few days, and I mean a lot. Sometimes his hands are on me before I’m even sure Charlie has fallen asleep.
You’d think by now that I’d get used to the size of him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard for this,” he snarls as he bottoms out and my walls instinctively squeeze around him.
“For what,” I pant.
He pulls out, my pussy clenching him, sucking at him, trying to pull him back in.
“For fucking teasing me,” he answers right before he slams into me so hard, his cock driving through me with such force, I feel a deep ache and momentarily lose my breath.