“You’re made for me, Catherine.” He nipped at my lower lip. “Nothing has ever been as right as being inside you.”
I ground against him, taking him to my limits. He was right. This was right. We were.
Desperation hung heavy on our limbs as we grappled and clung. Needy limbs wrapped tight, and lonely lips kissed and kissed, panting sweet words and whispering absolute filth.
Elliot lapped at my breasts and rolled my throbbing clit as I came around him, shuddering with the climax I’d saved for two weeks. It was soul shattering, heartrending. My body was torn in two, and his put me right back together.
When I was soft and pliant, he dropped me onto the seat and plunged into me with a force that took my breath away. He pressed my legs up and out. “I’m going to come so hard. You’re making it happen with your sweet cunt. You’ll be dripping with me when I’m finished with you.”
“Yes, please.” My nipples tightened, and my belly was set alight. He was going to make me come again, talking that way.
“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”
My heart tripped, skipping a beat, and my inner muscles clamped down on him, begging him to keep his promise, urging him to fill me, make me his, mark me for always.
“You like that, don’t you?” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and pounded me breathless. “Want you pregnant again. Ripe with another baby for me. Gonna fuck you until you give me another and another.”
“Yes,” I cried, my head tipping back. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the barreling climax that took over my muscles. My legs locked around his back, and I writhed beneath him.
He roared into my shoulder, clamping down with his teeth as he lodged himself as far as he could get, coating my inner walls with his wild promises.
We lay there, clinging to one another until Elliot moved us so he was on the bottom with me sprawled on top of him. I found myself giggling against his chest.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he grumbled.
“We’re going to have to scrub this car down before we get out.” I lifted my head, eyes wide with horror. “Wait, do you think they scrub the car down between passengers? We can’t be the only ones who—”
He pressed my head back to his chest, chuckling softly. “I’ll look into it. Promise. Just let me hold my girl for a while before I have to think about anything but this.”
I liked the sound of that. “Oh, all right.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Elliot
Josephine had cried for thirty seconds before I scooped her into my arms. In my thirty-one years on this planet, I’d never known my heart could break so instantly or that such a tiny being would be capable of doing it.
But as quickly as she’d broken my heart, she gave me new life.
Pulling back, my baby girl gazed at me, little teardrops clinging to the long lashes surrounding her big, brown eyes. Then, without warning, she dove into my neck, squirming her tiny body closer and closer.
Holy Christ, I’d almost broken down in my own tears.
And then my Catherine decided to challenge my heart a little more. She’d strung colorful bunting in the living room that said, “Welcome Home, Elliot,” and had made a cake with the same message.
Never…
No one…
Only her.
The three of us kept each other close for the remainder of the day. Even while Catherine was nursing, Joey made sure I was there, reaching for my finger to hold.
It took some coaxing to convince her to go to sleep for the night, but once she did, Catherine and I snuggled together in the study, a habit we’d formed before my trip.
I stroked her hair between my fingers, my limbs and eyelids growing heavy as I relaxed. I was fighting off sleep just as hard as Joey had, not wanting to miss a second with Catherine.
“I’ll be here in the morning, you know,” she murmured.
“Shhh. Let me be in charge of my sleep schedule.”
She snorted. “If you fall asleep in here, I won’t be able to carry you to bed.”
I opened my eyes, laughing at the image. I was more than a foot taller than her. She’d have to drag me. But she was capable of anything, so I wouldn’t put it past her.
“I liked my welcome home, sweetheart.”
She smiled before touching her lips to mine. “You mentioned that.”
“It needed to be reiterated.”
“You’re welcome. It made me happy to do it and even happier to see your reaction.” She pressed on my chest, sitting up a little, her eyes alight. “Which was your favorite part? The decorations or the celebration in the limo?”