“Reasons? I can only think of one.”
“Ty, please. Don’t do that.”
“He can’t deny you the right to be a mother. Why can a girl like Cameron have not one but three kids while you are forced to be on the fucking pill? Her life isn’t less complicated than yours. You’re not even on the run anymore. You’re Jocasta Lazzarini. The Night Skulls’ queen. You should be able to have anything you want.”
I swallowed, the headache growing, throbbing in my temples. He held my chin between his fingers and gently made me look at him. “But I know how you feel, baby. You’re not afraid of the dark side. You’re afraid of having a baby whose father doesn’t want.”
I shook my head. “If I tell Laius I changed my mind and wanted a baby, he wouldn’t ask me to abort it or abandon us. He’s not like my dad.”
He cocked a brow at me. Then he sighed, his gaze stranded. “That’s your experience, not mine.”
“No, Ty. You know he never wanted to leave you. There were so many lies involved that separated the two of you against your will. Laius will be a good father if you give him a chance.”
“It doesn’t change what happened. The outcome. The truth. It’s no fun to be Furore’s son.”
I held his face between my palms and kissed him. “I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”
He squeezed my hands. “I don’t want you to have his baby, Jo. You can’t be the mother ofhischild. You can’t be my brother’s or sister’s mother. It’s not fair.”
I couldn’t blame him or say he was wrong. “I know. And I can’t have one with each of you to make it fair, either. It’ll be too much Flowers in the Attic. That’s why I’m on the pill, Ty, because no matter what, it won’t be fair to any of us.”
“Don’t joke about this. If you’re going to have a child, when you’re going to have a child,” he placed his hand on my belly, “it’s going to be ours. Mine and yours.”
He was calm, trying to hide the demons, but his eyes blazed with their fire. Anything else to be said in that matter right now could make things worse. I knew him too well to understand when he got fixated on something he’d never drop it until he got what he wanted. “We’ll have this conversation again when you return from college, okay? I promise.”
“That’s years from now.”
“So what? We’re young and we have all the time in the world. I’ll be twenty-eight then. Perfect time to become a mom, but, right now, the only baby I want is my good boy. Is he around anywhere?”
He took a deep breath and sank his fingers in the back of my hair. “Always, mommy.” He kissed my neck and whispered, “I’m always here with you. Hungry for you.” His tongue drew a wet line down to my chest. “Feed me.”
I looked around, heat flooding my face. I didn’t know why I still felt shy when all the time we’d done it in public, like in the library, on his bike in the woods… “Okay, but you have to promise to be a good boy and not ask for anything else. Mommy is on her period.”
“I have a better idea. Did you bring the books?”
I nodded, grabbing my bag. Then I got out a couple of books I chose from his gift. He took them from me, checked them out and picked one. “How about you read me a story while I play?”
His choice of book was very interesting because it was one with period play. I knew because I read it on my kindle at least ten times. “You’re a naughty boy. Have you been reading mommy’s books again?”
He bit my breast gently over my blouse. “I’ve never stopped.”
I pressed my thighs together as I throbbed. “What game are you going to play?”
He already proceeded with unbuttoning my blouse and getting my breast out of my bra. “Anything mommy reads, I do.”
“Oh. But that can get…” I couldn’t help the little moan coming out of me as he wrapped his lips around my boob, “…very messy.”
His tongue fluttered over my nipple, and I trembled. “Don’t worry, mommy. I came prepared.” He opened the picnic basket that was supposed to have the lunch we never ate and brought out a towel. “Now, read. Please.”
Licking my lips, I flipped through the pages while he devoured me. I could just read any random scene that wasn’t spicy, but I, as naughty as he was, foundthescene, in a second. “I filled my nose with her smell as I hugged her. Then I undressed her to her panties. I used my shirt to put under her and my pants on the floor for the mess we were about to make.”
He undressed me but kept my bra and panties on. Then he put the towel under me and took off his jeans. His eyes went darker with arousal as he took in my body, sprawled for him under the tree like a nice treat.
“The sweet taste of her lips burned me as I devoured her.” I read, and he took my lips between his. I kissed him back with more need. Then he ripped himself away, urging me to continue reading.
I dragged my stare off his divine mouth, and it took me a moment to find the line on the page. “I rubbed her pussy over the fabric of her panties.” I watched as he reenacted it. “Say it for me. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Say it, Jo.”
