“You’re more than a ditzy party girl, no matter how hard you try to market yourself this way. False advertising.”
“Ha,” she said dryly. “You just haven’t read the fine print.”
A mean smirk tugged at my lips. “You’re fantastic, and thorny, and worth everything you put me through.”
“No!” She pushed me, her palms slamming into my chest. She was angry now, scared. I pushed a button. “I’m not. Stop saying that. I’m the bad crop. The unweddable harlot.”
“You’re fucking amazing,” I drawled in her face, laughing lowly. “Brilliant. One of a kind. The smartest woman I know.”
She pushed me again. I got harder. “I’m no good.”
“No. Not good. Fucking terrific.”
“I’m going to be a terrible mother.”
The last sentence was said in a rush of exasperation.
She fell to her knees at my feet, her head hanging low. “Jesus. What was I thinking? I can’t do this. I’m not Persy. I’m not Sailor. This is not my life.”
I lowered myself to be on her eye level, scooping her face in my palms.
My pulse rabbited. Bollocks, I was going to have a heart attack, wasn’t I? Well, it’s been a pleasure. Literally.
“Look at me now, Sweven.”
She tilted her head up, blinking back at me, her eyes shiny with unshed tears.
“I only choose the best for myself. Suits, cars, properties, restaurants. That’s the way I’m wired. Trust me when I say I was not lighthearted when I chose you as the mother of my child. You’re clever, independent, shrewd, creative, funny, and, so help me god, a bit of a nutter. But you are also responsible, stable, strong and levelheaded. You’re going to be an amazing mother. The best to walk upon this earth.”
Her chest heaved, and she looked like she was on the brink of a sob.
“What’s wrong now, darling?”
“You forgot pretty,” she moaned.
We both started laughing. She lost her balance, falling backward. Not wanting her to hit the carpeted floor, I pulled her with me and fell down to the carpet myself, using my body as a cushion for her. Our legs laced together.
“Sorry, darling, but you’re far from pretty.”
She pretended to throw a jab at my chest. I caught her wrist and gave it a soft bite.
“Gorgeous, however—”
Her lips were on mine in no time, hot and wet and demanding. Her tongue slipped through mine playfully, stroking and teasing.
I tore at her clothes, ripping her hoodie from the collar, careful not to hurt her.
Her hands were all over me. Her mouth too. I didn’t want to draw a breath. To give her time to change her mind.
She was undressed before she could blink. I was still fully clothed when I propped her back against the bed base, my tongue sliding along the back of her knee, up toward her inner thigh, teasing a sensitive spot that made her entire body shiver violently.
My lips found the sweet flower between her legs, and I sucked and bit and blew on it until she came, shoving my tongue into her to feel her muscles clenching it greedily. She hissed, her eyes widening, like she remembered something. I thought it was peculiar. The way she reacted. But then she shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Continue.”
Moving up to kissing her belly, I pressed hot kisses on both her tits, nibbling my way up her throat, to her lips.
“Devon. Please. Fuck me.”
“All in good time, Sweven.”
She reached to undo my trousers. I could feel the pearl of precum gluing my cock to the cloth of my briefs.
Belle freed my cock from the confines of my clothes and mumbled into our dirty kiss, “Say that again.”
“Say what?” I asked, sliding into her, there on the floor, finding her wet and ready for me.
“My nickname. Call me that.”
She matched the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Sweven.” I kissed her lips.
Thrust.
“Again.”
“Sweven.”
Thrust.
“Sweven. Sweven. Sweven.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
I plastered my forehead to hers as I drove into her faster and harder.
“I’m going to come.”
“Come inside me.” She clawed her nails into my skin, marking me, making sure Louisa knew. “I want to feel all of you.”
My grip on her tightened. Her muscles quaked as I felt my hot cum sliding into her.
We were both sweaty and spent when I rolled off of her, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling.
She was the first one to talk. “I was abused when I was a kid. To this day, nobody knows.”