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I need to go home.
And I need to go soon.
As we left the center, as we climbed back in the car, as I offered her to get some drive-through fries, she hasn’t said a word. And she hasn’t asked why I need to leave at such short notice, which is the biggest worry. My mate is curious and clever. And she never backs down.
Yet Carli keeps her gaze lowered as I open the door to our apartment and let her through. I catch a flash of her teeth as she nibbles on her lower lip.
Tension climbs up my spine as the silence grows heavier. Carli floats through to our bedroom and I follow, watching her. She sits on the edge of the bed, seems to hesitate, then lies back onto the pillows. “I think I might have a rest,” she says quietly.
I jam my fingers in my hair. “That’s the first thing you say to me?” I demand, frustration festering in my veins. Frustration fueled by fear. Devon’s killed someone. He’s not going to stop. “That’s all you have to say after I tell you I have to leave?”
Carli winces, but her gaze doesn’t rise to meet mine. “I’m tired, Jace.” She closes her eyes, her hands curling around the soft bump of her stomach.
A part of me wants to turn around and stalk out. Another part wants to put my fist through the wall. We have shit we need to figure out. Will Carli come with me back to Rockport? Or will she want to stay here? Meaning I have to tell her she can’t… There’s no way I’m leaving here, unprotected. I don’t give a fuck if Jonas is here. She’s mymate. The safest place for her is by my side.
But I don’t do either. I simply stand in the doorway, frustrated, scared, my heart aching. I know exactly what Carli’s doing. She’s pulling away. Protecting herself. Especially after everything we’ve been through.
I scowl, realizing that’s the part that I refuse to accept. A fight I can handle. A battle of wills is something I’m up for. But Carli withdrawing from me? Not. Fucking. Happening.
With a growl, I stalk toward her, dropping on a knee on the bed beside her hip. Her eyes fly open and she freezes as she looks up at me. “Jace?”
I swing a leg over, straddling her hips below her growing stomach. Below our baby. “You can’t pull away, Carli,” I growl, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. “It’s too late for that.”
She frowns and tugs on her hands, but I simply tighten my grip.
“I’m already in your heart, Fireball. It’s where I belong.”
She stills. Her lip trembles. Her fingers curl around mine. “That’s what makes this so hard, Jace,” she whispers.
I groan as my heart clenches deep in my chest. My mouth descends on hers, wanting to show her that this is shredding me too. That I hate it as much as he does.
But the moment my lips touch hers, all thought disappears. Incinerates. Ceases to exist.
All that’s left is Carli and me and the connection that transcends everything.
She moans, arching up into me as she opens her mouth. My tongue plunders her mouth, finding her own is just as frantic to dance. To mate. We kiss ravenously, swallowing the sounds the other makes, reveling in the ones that escape and demand to be heard.
Carli’s legs spread wide and I sink into her heat, rutting against her before I can stop myself. She gasps at the contact, her thighs inviting me in even deeper. “Jace,” she whines.
I know exactly what she wants. What she needs. Because I’m going to die if I don’t have it, too.
Holding her two hands with one of my own, I reach down and rip her panties away. Next is her dress, the cotton tearing easily under the force of my hungry hand and teeth. It’s a maternity dress I only bought for her yesterday, imagining her belly growing and filling out the light flowing material that has little suns embroidered along the hem.
Now, I don’t give a fuck about the tattered halves that lie on either side of Carli, framing her delicious body. She writhes, grinding her pussy against my cock as it strains in my jeans.
“Jace,” she whines again, this time her voice climbing to a fever pitch.
“I know, baby,” I pant. “I’m coming home.”
I unzip my pants and jerk my cock out. Holding her hooded eyes, I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt. Carli gasps, arches as she wraps her legs around my hips, never breaking the contact of our heated gaze.
I flash my teeth as I start to move. There’s no foreplay. Just desperate desire. Just primal possession.
“Yes,” Carli hisses, her head tipping back as I descend to devour any inch of skin I can reach. Her neck, her shuddering breasts, her gasping mouth.
Hovering over her so I don’t crush her, yet unforgiving in my powerful, greedy thrusts, I pound her quivering pussy over and over. I don’t release her hands, holding them above her head. She’s completely naked. I’m still fully dressed.
As if I’m proving to her that she’s mine. As if I’m trying to retain some shred of control in this out-of-control situation.
