Chapter 21

Warm air and a light drizzle hit his face when they stumbled out of the bar. They hadn’t even said their goodbyes to anyone.

“Eek! It’s raining.”

He picked her up in one swift motion, one arm behind her knees and another one behind her neck. He opened the car door, placed her inside, and buckled her up before going around and buckling himself up.

“Love seeing you happy,” he said.

“It’s you. You make me happy.”

She put her hand on his lap.

“I know that face.” He glanced over to her and put her hand back on her own lap. “Keep that hand away from me. It’ll get me in trouble and I want to make it home in one piece.”

She smiled cheekily. “Are you telling me to keep my hands to myself?”

“Yes,” he said as he drove.

“If you insist,” she said as she began to unbutton her top.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Keeping my hands to myself.” She smiled. “Take us home, Pretty Boy.”

He groaned as she slipped her shirt off and cupped her breasts. He was having a hard time focusing on the road while she made little noises next to him. “It’s been a long time, Enzo.”

“I know!” he yelled, and she laughed.

“I don’t know if I can wait.” She lowered the back of her seat and slid her hand down her chest and stomach and into her shorts. “You did say to keep my hands to myself.”

“Oh no. No, no, no.” He drove a little faster, but he also didn’t want to get in a wreck or get pulled over, so he kept it at the speed limit. He tried not to look at her squirming next to him and he tried to ignore her moaning. Finally he arrived at her place, and he ran over to her side and threw her over his shoulder, not bothering to dress her. She giggled as he jogged to her apartment, unlocked the door, kicked it closed behind him, and set her down.

Pressing her against the door, he pulled her shorts down and tossed them aside.

“You’re not going to fold them neatly?”

He made a noise deep in his throat he wasn’t even sure came from him.

“Missed your taste,” he said as he kissed a trail down her neck, stopping at her breast.

“Ow!” she yelped, and swatted his hand away from her breast. “Maybe let’s leave those alone for a bit.”

“Sorry.” He stepped back, concerned.

“No. Don’t stop. They’re sore, but everything’s good. As you were,” she pleaded, and when he didn’t respond she stomped her foot. “I’m pregnant, not sick, for Christ’s sake. You’d better start touching me or I’m going to finish up myself,” she said, bringing her hand down her body.

“Don’t you dare,” he said as he pushed her arm behind her and pressed her further against the door, kissing down her body, careful not to touch her breasts. He stopped at her stomach and looked up at her. They were going to have a baby together. His mind was blown by this, and the thought that she was his in such an intimate way turned him on beyond measure. After his marriage failed he hadn’t thought having kids was in the cards for him, and now here he was…a father-to-be after the one and only crazy, irresponsible night he’d ever had. As he got to his knees he couldn’t help but fantasize about seeing the most beautiful, wildest woman he’d ever met round and swollen with his baby. He placed his hands on her belly and kissed her belly button.

“I am so in love with you, Jamie Lynn.”

“I love you too, Enzo,” she said.

“You should call in sick from work right now because I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t have the energy to go to work tomorrow.”

“Promises, promises.” She threw his words from earlier back at him.

He trailed wet nibbles down her thighs until he was exactly where he wanted to be. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh and over her mound until she was writhing against his mouth. He parted her lips and began to suck and lick her clit until her thigh was shaking. “Stay still,” he said, but she couldn’t.

“Oh God!” she screamed. He sucked harder and pushed two fingers inside her and began to work his mouth and fingers until her wetness ran down her leg and her pussy pulsed against his face. She cried out his name as she exploded in an orgasm that had her shivering on his tongue. He stood, and without letting her come down from her climax, he quickly slid his pants down, wrapped her leg around his hip, and pushed his cock inside her. It was still tight from her orgasm, and it felt too good—he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. He was careful not to push too hard against her chest, since her breasts were sore, but she seemed to have forgotten that fact because she kept yelling, “Harder!”

If anyone walked by her apartment at that moment, the pounding against the front door would’ve been alarming. He continued to move inside her. “Harder. Deeper!” she yelled. He grabbed her other leg and pulled her up. “Hold on to me,” he said, bracing himself against the door as she hooked her legs around him and pushed faster and harder.

“Come for me again, JL,” he said. “I need to feel you come again.”

She bit down hard on his shoulder as he began to climax and the unexpected pain sent him completely over the edge. “I’m coming,” she yelled, following right behind his mind-numbing orgasm.

They slid down the door and onto the floor, still connected. “Need a minute, sweetheart,” he said against her neck. She was sweaty and warm against him, and she was breathing deeply, trying to catch her breath. Then the breathing changed to something else. “What’s wrong?” he said with alarm. “Are you laughing?”

She continued to shake with laughter.

“You can’t laugh while my dick’s still inside you,” he protested.

She took deep breaths, trying to control herself. “My boobs hurt.”

He moved a little away, “And that’s funny, how?”

“It just felt so good, and now I’m thinking—ow!” she said with a sour look on her face that still held a little grin. “Is this what’s going to happen for the next nine months?”

“Maybe,” he said as he stood and helped her up. “I can ignore your ‘harder,’ ‘deeper,’ ‘faster’ and be more aware of your breasts if that helps.”

“Are you saying this is my fault?” she giggled.

“It is absolutely your fault. I was trying to be careful, but I am, after all, just a man. If the most beautiful, sexiest woman I’ve ever known says she wants it harder, I’m fucking going to give it to her harder.”

She giggled against him as they walked to the bathroom for a shower. “It was amazing. I’ve never had against-the-wall sex.”

“Really? That surprises me.”

“Yep, really. It was fan-fucking-tastic!”

“Our baby is going to have a dirty mouth—I can see it already,” he said as he helped her into the shower, where they talked and laughed until it was time for bed.

“I have to tell you something, Jamie Lynn.”

JL was lying in bed slathering moisturizer on her stomach. She stopped and looked at him. “Let me guess, you don’t like cookies or moisturizer in bed?”

He chuckled. “Cookies, no. Moisturizer’s okay. And anyway, it’s your bed, not mine.”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you. Are we living together now? And if so, I hope you know you got the raw end of the deal, because your house and your bed are much better.”

“I sold my house,” he said, and she looked up, shocked. “My father fired me and revoked my trust fund when I left Brazil.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I chose you,” he said matter-of-factly.

She dropped the bottle of lotion she had in her hand. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I love you, Jamie Lynn.” He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’d choose you over and over again without blinking.”

“But you didn’t even know if I’d take you back.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re worth the risk. I went back to Brazil to try to talk sense into my father and Marianna’s dad. Then I heard about your mother. My father warned me that if I left he’d take it all away. I didn’t even think twice—I hopped on a plane and came to find you. You needed me here and I needed to be here with you.”

“Shit,” she said, looking at him in complete disbelief.

“You still love me even if I’m not a billionaire?”

Her mouth was even more agape. “You were a billionaire?”

“I’ve had other offers, other deals; it’ll work out. I don’t want you to worry. But I do want to stay with you if you’re okay with that,” he said, kissing her shoulder.

“So, let me understand. You knocked me up and now you’re unemployed and homeless? I’ve really made a mess out of your life, haven’t I?”

“I’m quite the catch, aren’t I?” he teased. “Sweetheart, I don’t regret anything. Not one second with you. I’d do it all over again, except I’d tell you about the Walls from day one. I don’t need my parents’ money or approval. I only need you and our baby. I wasn’t lying when I said I would marry you someday.” Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “So I’m moving in, okay?”

“Am I supposed to be your sugar mama now?”

“Something like that.” He rolled her on top of him, getting all slippery from the lotion. “I take it back. No cookies, and only moderate amounts of lotion. You almost slid right off the bed, babe.” She giggled as he kissed her senseless.