Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(36)

Reaching down between us, I tease her clit with my fingers and thumb, feeling it harden and swell under my touch. Her belly begins to shiver, and again I wonder if my seed has rooted there, the cells beginning to grow into the beginning of what will be my son. Under my fingers, she’s wet and ready, so slick and hot.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Nick, please.”

Her thighs press against my sides as my hips fall farther down between her legs. My cock’s resting right against her entrance, ready to move inside her at the slightest shift. No, there’ll be no condom this time, either. I’ll fuck her bare until I’m sure she’s carrying my baby.

She’s come to understand that this is her side of the bargain, apparently, because her heels press against the small of my back, pushing me closer. The head of my cock slides on her moisture, bringing it closer to the penetration I’m craving. But I need to be sure she’s ready.

Ignoring my dick for the moment—not the easiest thing to do—I slip my fingers inside her instead, rubbing, thrusting, letting her wetness cover my hand. She stiffens, her hips pulsing up toward me. Never taking my gaze from her face, I let my thumb rub a circle around her clit.

“Come for me, Sarah,” I whisper, and she does, right on command. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her whole body shaking under the force of the orgasm. “Good girl. Good. Keep going…”

I keep rubbing, keep teasing until her back arches and her head presses into the pillow. She’s clenching on my hand, the muscles tight and pulsing. Finally, as the spasms ease, I slide my fingers free.

“Now?” I murmur.

“Now.”

And I move inside. My cock moves deep into her in a slow thrust. I close my eyes, feeling every inch of her around me. Her body milks me, squeezing, releasing. She’s tight, like a fist. The tightness makes me take her faster, harder, until finally I’m fucking her into the mattress, hearing the bed thump against the wall with each pounding thrust.

She’s so quiet I wonder if she’s feeling anything at all now, but when I look into her face I see her teeth clamped on her lower lip, her head tipped back as she rides whatever wave has taken her over. And then, suddenly, she explodes into another orgasm, clenching so tight on me I can’t hold back anymore, either. I pump into her and release, sending hot seed deep against the mouth of her womb.

It’s a long, suspended moment, both of us caught in it, and as I’m watching her face her eyes open and meet mine. She smiles.

I smile back and then I almost laugh. Her smile becomes a question on her face, but I just shake my head and let my face fall to her shoulder.

We’re quiet like that for a few seconds, then she rolls away from me, lying on her side with her back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, spooning her and stroking her hair. She’s still shaking a little from her orgasm, but there’s a tension in her back that makes me think she’s got her mind on something I’d rather she didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tracing a finger down the length of her spine.

“I’m still…” She breaks off and then shakes her head. “Never mind.”

“You’re still worried about Sal.” I’d rather not hear his name, much less speak it, but I’d also prefer that she be honest with me about what’s bothering her.

She nods. “He’s not going to let this go.”

“I told you I’d take care of it.”

“It’s just getting worse. After what happened at the restaurant, he probably wants to kill us both.”

“I’m sure he does. But I’m going to beat him to that punch.”

She rolls over, her face pale. “You’re going to kill him?”

“You act like that surprises you.” It shouldn’t. She’s been in this world long enough to understand how we sort out our differences. Sometimes it comes to bloodshed. That’s just the way it is.

“I just… I guess I just wish it didn’t have to come to that.”

“Are you telling me you have feelings for him?” I’m pretty sure she doesn’t, but again, best to get the air clear.

“Of course I have feelings for him,” she says, surprising me, but she adds, “all of them bad. I hate him, Nick. Seriously. But it bothers me that you’d kill him.”

“What do you expect me to do? Try to make nice?”

“I guess not, but…” She trails off. I can tell she’s trying to reconcile things in her head and not having much luck with it. It’s hard, coming into this world from the outside. Or at least I suppose it must be. I’ve never had that experience.