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Having control of the way her body moves on top of mine is heady. Pushing my thumb to the back of her mouth, I thrust up into her pussy, taking over the hard work so she can focus on her own pleasure.
“Christ, woman, you fucking unravel me.” It sounds like praise, but it’s an accusation. I both love and hate how easily she can make me do as she pleases without saying a fucking word.
It’s a hell of my own making because I want to give this to her. I want to be the one she runs to when she’s in trouble. Especially after the way she ranawayfrom me the first time.
Clutching her lower jaw, I drag her closer again, thumb still infiltrating her mouth as I growl in her ear, “You fucking run from me again, I won’t give you space this time. I’ll drag you back to Richards Bay kicking and screaming and chain you to our bed.”
She smiles at my threat, ignoring the menace in my tone. “Do you promise, Cage?” Isn’tshefull of fucking surprises?
Flipping her over onto her back, I bury her in the couch with the weight of my body, thrusting my dick as far into her tightness as I can get. Grinding the base of my cock onto her clit so her eyes roll, and she mewls while biting that damn lip again.
“Give it to me, pet. Flood me with your pleasure.” Her body shivers, shaking with the force of her orgasm. Fierce heat tightens around my dick, her mouth opens, about to scream, when I clap a hand across it, so she doesn’t make a sound.
“There it is.” I bite her throat, marking her again. Fuck, I like leaving my mark on her.
Clawing at my back, she rides her climax, taking me with her, sucking my essence right out of my dick. Flooding her insides with my seed, I keep pushing deeper inside her body, needing to be one with her.
When my ears stop ringing and my vision clears, I roll us to the side so her back settles against the couch. She’s covered up, aside from her hip, which is peeking out with the widening of her ripe body. The changes affecting her from this pregnancy only make me want her more.
Tangling my fingers into her hair, I draw her head back so her sleepy eyes are forced to look up at me. I study the curve of her lips as she cuddles into me, resting her head against my chest, the trust that shines up at me from her gaze, and I’m thrilled to say I could get used to this.
“Sleep, pet. I’ll take care of you.” Feathering a kiss on the base of my throat, she makes a humming sound before passing out.
My eyes close to rest, but I don’t sleep, not deeply. Too many things could happen here for me to fully relax.
* * *
Magnolia
Warmth encompasses me from the top of my head to my toes. Cage’s firm muscles shift under my face. Despite the size of the couch and how uncomfortable it should have been for the two of us to sleep here, I’ve never slept better than when I’m in his arms.
“Good morning, pet.” His gravelly whisper as he kisses my forehead makes me want to curl around him. “What time do you have to be at work?”
My eyes pop open; I’d almost forgotten it was a workday. “Eight.” I move to get up, but his arm tightens around me, holding me in place.
“Still got time,” he mumbles as a bedroom door creaks open. From the sound, I know it’s my door. “Make another fucking move, and I’ll blow your head off.” His cool tone could frost up this entire space.
Given that the back of the couch faces my room, I can’t see whom he’s talking to, but I catch his free hand raising an impressive gun and taking aim at someone he’s sighted over the top of the couch.
“Whoa, man, just getting some water,” a man’s voice says, and I shrink further into the cushions, trying to hide more of myself since I don’t have anything covering me.
“Don’t fucking care. Turn around, or your brain matter is going to be sticking to the wall. You aren’t a welcome guest of my girl. Stay in that fucking room until I say otherwise.”
I gawk up at Cage. The casual way he describes shooting the man has my stomach rolling. “Cage.” I whisper his name, knowing that when his eyes shift down to me, he’ll understand I’m not feeling so great.
“Pal, get,” he snaps this time, and a second later, the bedroom door slams shut. “I’ll help you up.” Smoothly, Cage sits upright, lifting my body at the same time, and he carries me to the bathroom, where he places a towel across my back and leaves me alone just as I wretch into the toilet.
I haven’t got much in there, so the dry heaves kick in, in no time. Wetting a cloth as I sit on the floor, I wipe across my face and chest before getting to my feet. As I’m brushing my teeth, I hear a loud screech from my mother, followed up by cursing and another slammed door.
Poor Joss.
The bathroom door opens as I’m rinsing my mouth, and Cage appears with my robe and a glare on his face. “Your mother has a mouth on her.” I nod, already knowing this. Cage removes the towel covering me and helps me into the robe. As he ties the belt around my waist, he asks, “How are you feeling?”
He’s still shirtless, jeans undone with an open V. Nail marks line his chest and arms—and, I’m guessing, back—from me last night. He seems to read my mind because he glances in the mirror above the sink, and a grin spreads across his face.
“One day, you’ll draw blood.” He doesn’t sound turned off by it; in fact, he sounds like it’s something he wants. “Hungry?” I can only nod; the man sure knows how to render me speechless when he wants to. “She’s in a mood this morning.”
“She’s in a mood every morning,” I respond. And it’ll only get worse when she discovers I’m pregnant. By the narrowing of his eyes, I don’t think he’s too impressed by that knowledge.
