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He drags me against him, turning me around so my breasts push into his chest, the fabric of his shirt scratching against my nipples. "I'm sorry, il raggio di sole."
It's the first apology coming from him that I have no doubt he means. I bend my forehead and let it drop against his. He presses his into mine. "You hurt me a lot. A whole fucking lot than you should be able to Xander. I didn't get pregnant to make our fathers happy."
He nods and whispers against my lips, his breath intoxicating like aged whiskey. "I know. I was fearful. Worried I'll ruin it as always, and I went ahead to do it anyway."
I pull back an inch, and he lifts his head to meet mine again. I smile softly. "You love Lucian. How could you worry about that?"
He tips his head so his nose rubs up against mine, the action so sweet that my heart rolls in my chest. "You already brought him up to receive love, Sole. That had nothing to do with me. He's lovable just by existing. How could anyone not love him?"
I wring my arms around his neck and grind into him. He groans and locks his arms around my waist. I slip a hand between us and pull his belt off gently, the air between us tender with heat and energy.
His pulse racks harder, a vein throbbing in his throat that I bend my head to lick at, sliding my tongue all the way over the pulse. He inhales sharply, his eyes darkening and going flinty with lust.
He lets me go to curl his fingers over the edges of the tub as though giving me permission to do with him as I want. I go soft with need. "You look like a lord surveying his kingdom."
An indolent look crosses his face and he smirks. "Chicago belongs to me. And so do you. You're not much farther from the truth."
I laugh, the sound exploding from my chest and taking with it the tightness that had resided there all day. It's insane that he's able to heal the pain that he had caused himself.
Being vulnerable with me this way is all the antidote I needed for the hurt. I drag his pants down his legs, brushing my palms over his firmness through his shorts.
I stroke him, stoking a fire between us that flares in his gaze. "And you're mine, aren't you?"
His throat moves again, a promise in his eyes. "Anytime you want Sole. Any fucking time."
I fist him, stroking from the base of his cock to the tip, grateful for the clear water so I can watch the way he thickens and lengthens in my grasp, grateful for his open eyes so I see the way his feverish, hungry eyes feast on me, needy with the way he hisses and grunts when I tighten my hands around his balls.
"Think I can get you off this way?"
"Honey you just keep doing that and there won't be any question of the fact." He growls the words.
I sit back in the water and wish I could have him between my lips, suck his girth between my hungry lips. But I can't so I pump faster, drag my fingers up and down him, bending to him so he grazes his fingers up my sides, ghosting them over my nipples, while I jerk him off.
I pump faster and faster until soon, he's pushing himself into the cup of my palms as I massage his balls again, as I beg him to cum for me, as I suck at his lips, my hands between us pleasuring him.
He jerks once, his entire body going stiff under me, his eyes blinking close as he groans loudly, capturing my lips with his to stifle his groan. I swallow it, kissing him back as I stroke faster, sinking my teeth into his lower lip as I slide my fingers down over the tight bunch of muscles at his ass.
His eyes snap open fast, and the fire in them burns brighter as I press my fingers into the muscles and he comes, spilling his seeds over my fingers, the water washing them off before I can think of licking them off me.
His chest rises and falls, and watching this lumberjack of a man coming undone from my hands is enough. I stroke him once more and let him go. I lie back against him in the tub and let him stroke my sides with his gentle fingers.
It is almost twenty minutes later, when the water is so cold I almost shiver that he steps out of it, his clothes dripping. He watches me, a soft glow in his eyes as he undresses, dropping the clothes into the water in the tub.
I allow my eyes to trail over the hard ridge of his flat stomach, over the thickness of his thighs as he drags the pants down. When he's naked, he turns away and walks from the bathroom, dripping as he goes. I watch his tight ass, my core melting.
He's got to be the most desirable specimen I've seen. Actually to be honest, he's the only male specimen I've seen this way. I like it that way.
He returns to the bathroom with a towel which he hands to me. I lift my eyebrows at him and he bends to the floor, sweeps his arms into that water and lifts me up against him. Then when I think he'll towel me off, he nods at the towel again.
I giggle, and he laughs. And my heart feels like it just might explode in that moment. The laughter leeches from me when he holds out the pregnancy test I hadn't noticed he'd been carrying this whole time.
"You should try it."
I nod. I know I should but I hesitate a second before taking it from him.
The plastic wrapper crinkles as I open it, revealing the stick that holds the key to so many unanswered questions. I glance at Xander, who is watching, his expression almost hopeful.
The silence between us is palpable, so thick I could cut it like cake.
