Chapter 11
Fiona
I said it. I threw it out there without sugar-coating it because let’s be fair, there was no way to tell Laird I was pregnant any other way than just saying it.
“What?” he asked, and he looked angry. Shit, this was what I’d been afraid of. I kept quiet because I knew he’d heard what I said. He wouldn’t have seemed so pissed off if he hadn’t heard me correctly. After a while, he turned his back to me, and something inside me broke. This was what I had expected but it was harder to deal with it than to run through the scenario in my mind.
I suddenly felt drained, and I walked to the couch and sat down. I expected him to boot me out of the door any moment. When he didn’t say anything for a while, I carefully said, “you’re angry.”
He turned around, and his eyes were dark and fiery. When he looked at me, his face softened. I hadn’t excepted that.
“I’m only angry that you were scared to tell me.”
I shook my head, confused. What else should I have been? I sure as shit wasn’t excited about it.
Laird walked to the couch and sat down next to me. He didn’t seem upset at all, now. His expression was kind and gentle, and when she spoke, his voice was tender.
“Is it mine?”
I had expected him to ask that. We didn’t know each other at all. I was some women that he’d fucked three weeks ago. I hadn’t even asked his name.
I nodded. I expected him to argue the fact, expected him to ask for a paternity test or something that would prove it really was his child. Why wouldn’t he think I slept around as a rule after how I had acted when he’d brought me to his cabin before? But instead of asking, Laird wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him before using his strength and pulling me onto his lap. What the fuck?
He stood up with me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. My stomach flipped, and I flashed on what we had done before. But I had told him I was pregnant. I didn’t understand.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What I wanted to do the moment I found you standing in front of my door,” Laird said as he laid me down on the bed, crawling on top of me and kissing me. He kissed me so hard it took my breath away, and I lay there panting when he finally broke the kiss. My body ached for him. He had turned me on with one kiss, and I was wet for him, ready for him. Just like that.
But I hadn’t come here for sex.
“What about the baby? About what I told you?”
Laird shook his head. “We can figure that out after. First, I want you.”
He kissed me, and there was no more time for talking.
Laird undressed me. He pulled my clothes off slowly as if I was a present he was unwrapping, and when his eyes landed on my bare skin, the look on his face wasn’t only lust. It was mixed with adoration. I couldn’t remember Randy ever looking at me like that, and we had been together for three years.
Laird unclasped my bra and peeled it off, throwing it to the side. He sat on top of me, straddling my hips so I couldn’t move, but I didn’t want to. His thighs were thick and muscular, and he towered over me and with me underneath him, I felt small and delicate. I felt beautiful.
Laird focused on my breasts, massaging them with one had on each until my nipples were tight and erect. He looked at me for a moment before he paid attention to my breasts again.
He leaned forward, shifting down my body a little and kissed my shoulders, moving down toward my chest. He planted butterfly kisses all over my chest and breasts before he focused on my nipples. He sucked them into his mouth one by one, rolling his tongue around them, driving me crazy. Desire threatened to consume me.
As if Laird knew my desperation, he moved down my body, tugging at my jeans, undoing them and peeling them slowly over my hips. As he undressed me he kissed the skin he bared, taking his time to cover every inch of my body. It was amazing to be worshipped like this. Laird truly made me feel like I was a delicacy. Like he had never had someone like me before.
I doubted he hadn’t been with women before, that he hadn’t had something of everything. But he made me feel like I was the only one, and that made all the difference.
When I was naked, Laird pulled off his own shirt, and I feasted my eyes on his body. He obviously took care of his body, and it was a pleasure to stare at him. His muscles rippled underneath his skin as he flexed and moved his arms, and I giggled because I knew he was doing it for me. He chuckled and climbed off me. I opened my legs, and he stared at my pussy. He clambered off the bed and yanked his pants and jocks down, the ceremony with which he’d worshipped my body lost now. When he was naked, he crawled between my legs
“It’s silly for me to think about a condom now,” he said. “Too little, too late.”
“You can’t get me pregnant twice. I hate condoms.”
He smiled. “Me too.”
He kissed me, and I lost myself in him. When he pressed his cock against my entrance, I sucked in my breath and held it in anticipation, blowing it out slowly as he slid into me. The feeling was amazing. I remembered sex with him being fucking good and still it was better than I remembered. His dick was huge, and I cried out as he split me open, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind that translated into pleasure.
Laird started moving inside me, and I gasped and moaned as his dick slid into me and pulled out again. I closed my eyes, and Laird took over, picking up the pace, pushing into me harder and faster. I cried out as he pumped into me and the first orgasm took over, pulling me apart. Laird leaned down so that his body covered me, and he pressed his lips against mine. I poured everything I felt into that kiss; the orgasm, the relief, the panic, the love, the lust.
After my orgasm subsided, Laird pulled out of me, and I rolled over, pushing up so my ass pointed to him. Laird put his hands on my hips, and he pushed into me. I cried out as he fucked me from behind, pumping harder and faster as his balls slapped against my pussy. I cried out and moaned, and Laird grunted as his thick flesh pounded into me.
I orgasmed another time. I loved how Laird managed to draw the orgasms out of me one after the other. Sex with Laird was beyond satisfying.
Laird rammed into me harder and faster, and it drew out my orgasm. My pussy became sensitive and tight, gripping his cock, but Laird kept going. It was the best sex I had ever had. I had never been fucked like this. I didn’t know if I orgasmed again and again, or continuously but it was a blur of pleasure, and suddenly, Laird shoved himself deep into me and came, too.
He pumped and spasmed and emptied himself inside of me, and we cried out together.
Afterward, we collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, basking in the afterglow of our sex. I thanked God for big men and stamina because that had been fucking mind-blowing.
When I had caught my breath, Laird leaned over and kissed me.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and got up, walking toward the bedroom door. His cock was softening, bobbing up and down and glistening with our sex, and I smiled. He was perfectly at ease with being naked and he had every reason to be. He was a perfect specimen, drop dead gorgeous.
I listened as Laird rummaged around the kitchen. A short while later, he came back with a tray of food. Crackers, fruit, a sandwich and fruit juice on a tray.
“Is this fuel for round two?” I asked with a smile. I remembered full well what we had done when I’d been here last. Laird chuckled and sat down on the bed, putting the tray on my lap. He was still naked, and he seemed quite happy to stay that way.
“This looks great,” I said. I realized I was hungry. Hungrier than usual. Good sex would do that to a woman. Being pregnant would do that, too.
I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It was a ham and cheese sandwich, and it tasted like heaven. This was exactly what I had needed after good sex – a man that took care of me by feeding me delicious food.