Just as the last of her tremors run through her body, I roll us over so I’m still inside her and she’s on top. She lies across my chest as I lazily thrust into her. I just want to keep feeling her warm pussy wrapped around me.
“Well, I guess I finally got the answer to my question.” I can hear the smile in her words as she sprawls boneless on top of me.
“What question?”
“I always wondered what the Titanic felt like when that iceberg hit it. I think that was pretty much how it went.”
I laugh at her joke, my chest moving her enough to make her look up at me.
“The Titanic only got nailed once, Sweet Cream.” I push into her, and she moans at the feeling. “I’m just getting started.”
I grab the thick flesh at her hips, digging my fingers in and moving her on top of me.
“I guess I should call you Captain then,” she says, sitting up on me as she starts to ride my cock.
“I think that could work. The Captain always goes down on the ship.”
Her laugh turns into a moan as she takes me deeper inside her. I reach up to pinch her nipples and feel her clench around me.
She looks like a goddess sitting on top of me like this. Her blonde hair wild around her and her green eyes looking down on me. Her big tits bouncing and her thick curves moving with her. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her soft creamy skin as she moves up and down. Her waist dips in, and there’s a roll at her tummy. I run my hands across it. It’s where she’ll get bigger as my babies grow, and I start to cum at the thought.
I feel my seed splash into her as I keep my hand there. Thinking about getting her pregnant and having a piece of me inside her turns me on just as much as the sight of her on top of me.
I move my hand down slightly, rubbing my thumb on her clit, and the soft pressure is enough to send her over the edge, too. She cums on my cock and leans forward, clinging to me as she rides the pleasure to the end.
I don’t let her move. I keep my cock inside her as I hold her to me, rubbing her back. In this moment I want to tell her how much I love her and how I will never let her go. I want to tell her everything I did to bind her to me and confess to her what she actually signed.
But instead, I keep petting her body as she goes limp on top of me, and I thrust into her slowly. I make love to her as she falls in and out of sleep, as I need her again and again.
14
Peaches
“Shut the front door!” I stare across the table at Stella as she finishes her story of how she became married and knocked up by two men.
I met her a few weeks ago, right after Antonio took me from the Auction. I’d been dying to ask her how she ended up with two men. I know Antonio had a big part in Aaron and Justin’s lives. He’s like a father to them, and the brothers even took his last name. Every time I saw her, the two guys were glued to her hip. This was the first time I’d gotten her alone. I had to declare a girls-only lunch.
“These Cortez men don’t mess around. They want something, they make sure they get it. Even if they have to use a little trickery.” She says this with a giant smile on her face, not seeming to care that her men not only orchestrated her being in the Mistress Auction so they could buy her, but also intentionally knocked her up.
She absently rubs her belly, making me think about how Antonio and I’ve never used protection before. It never even came up. As much as we go at it, it’s only a matter of time. Or maybe Antonio can’t have kids, for all I know. We hadn’t talked much about the future. Other than him grunting about how I was never leaving him.
It’s something I rather enjoy. In fact, the last two months have been the happiest of my life. This is the first time I’ve been away from Antonio for more than a few hours. I’d started teasing him about whether he even had a job. I told him it was okay if he didn’t because I had seventy-five million we could live off. He just laughed and showed me what he said his new job was with his mouth on my body.
“I’m starting to see that,” I laugh, not caring if Antonio is manipulating things to keep me. He’s just making more work for himself if he is, because I’m not going anywhere.
“I’m glad there are two of us now, and with your sass, it’s kinda like there’s really three of us,” Stella jokes, making me laugh. I’m not sure my sass works on Antonio like it’s supposed to. It seems to turn him on, but now that I think about it, he’s always turned on.
“I should get going. I have a doctor’s appointment, and I know my men will be tracking me down any moment.” She goes to rise from her chair, and her female bodyguard is suddenly at her side, popping out of nowhere like a freaking ninja.
“Mrs. Cortez.” The bodyguard says to Stella making my heart skip a beat. She and her husbands have their own little makeshift family, and I want that, too. Just seeing them all together makes me long for something I’ve never had. If I did have it one time with my mother and father, I was too young to even remember it.
“It was nice seeing you without the men. We should do this again. Soon.” Stella picks up her purse.
“Agreed.” I stand and give her a hug.
“You’re good for him. I’ve never seen him like this before. Don’t break his heart,” she whispers in my ear before pulling away. I just nod because a lump has formed in my throat.
“Take me to them,” she tells the guard before they both depart the little café.
Her words make me want to see Antonio. I’d learned over the past few weeks that he was sincere. He had no reason to lie to me. He’d had a contract that would’ve made me stay with him. He didn’t have to whisper the things he’s said to me.
I rummage through my purse, looking for my phone as I make my own retreat out of the restaurant, only to run right into someone.
Senator Walker Keaton. I just stare up at him, dumbfounded. What are the odds?
“Call him off.”
I look around to see who my former stepfather is talking to, but no one else is near. He’s just staring down at me. Call him off? What is he talking about?
“Get your husband out of my fucking business, Georgia.”
“Husband?”
Maybe my former stepfather has lost his mind. He was a jackass, but after mama died, he was grief-stricken. Maybe it was all too much for him.
“Haven’t you taken enough from me?”
His eyes look a little wild, and I take a step back, putting some distance between me and crazy. Oddly, I don’t feel anger towards him like I did weeks ago. In fact, I’m not mad at all now. I just want to put him in his place.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who dissolved the trust and took my inheritance. I didn’t take shit from you.”
“I’m not talking about the money, Georgie. I took the money to get back at for what you took from me.”
Yep. Definitely crazy.
“Walker, I’m didn’t take anything from you.”
“She always loved you more. You were all she really cared about. No matter how much I loved her, she just wouldn’t love me back.”
Understanding hits me. My mother. Mary-Grace only ever loved three things: me, my father, and money. And in that order. In fact, if she had known Walker would’ve taken my inheritance, she probably would’ve cut off his balls and fed them to the dog. My mother was the best charmer east of the Mississippi, but she didn’t fuck around.
“I’m sorry, Walker,” is all I can really say. I actually do feel sorry for him. I couldn’t imagine loving someone and them not loving me back. If Antonio didn’t love me—
My own train of thought cuts off. Holy shit. I’m utterly, madly in love with Antonio. It would be heartbreaking if he didn’t love me. I shake off that thought. Of course that man loves me. I’ll be confirming that first thing when I see him. When he took me from the Auction, he told me he was going to prove to me what I meant to him, and he had. I knew I was it for him. That he’ll spend the rest of his life making me happy, and I plan to do the same for him.
“If you’re sorry, then call your husband off.”
“Walker, I’m not married.”
“Cut the shit. I started digging when I got word someone called Antonio Cortez was making moves to make sure I didn’t get re-elected. Tried to figure out why some casino owner all the way out here in Vegas gave a shit about the Senate elections in Texas. Didn’t take long to figure out when I saw who he was married to.”
“We aren’t married,” I try again. Not that it matters if we are or not. Either way, I’m sure Antonio’s probably gunning for him. I should’ve seen it coming. When I told him about everything that happened and how I grew up, the anger towards Senator Walker Keaton was clear. Or maybe I did see it coming and just didn’t care.
Once I had only anger towards Walker, but now I have sympathy, too. Still, being so petty as to be jealous that a woman loved her child more than him is ludicrous. I don’t see one problem with Antonio making sure he won’t be a senator again. His priorities and ethics are clearly messed up.
“I saw the marriage license. Not to mention it was in the paper, Georgie. A billionaire doesn’t get married without it making the news,” he barks out in that tone he uses when he’s mad but doesn’t want anyone around us to hear.