Chapter Sixteen

Noella

My mind had been made up, he was getting what he wanted. Was I nervous about that? Afraid of what my future would be like with a baby in the picture?

The answer was simple.

No.

I was more afraid of what my mother would go through if I didn't. Watching Hegan fiddle with his fork, tossing food around his plate like a child trying to avoid vegetables, I could tell he felt differently.

He didn't know what his future looked like, or what the hell he wanted out of his life. The only thing he had been focused on was the money coming to him. Money that in the end wouldn't do shit to really make him happy.

“Hegan, what do you want out of this besides money?” Tilting my jaw, a single curl broke free, framing my eye.

“What do you mean?” Confusion filled his face, brows forcing down, wrinkles riding up to the crest of his forehead.

“You probably could have hired a lawyer to fight your dad's offer, but you decided to just go for the baby. Why? I know you're not stupid, a baby is a lot of work.”

Hegan sat still, an open gaze fixed across his face. His mouth was thin as a razor, no words forming against his tongue. Shaking his head, eyes falling back to his plate, he didn't have an answer to give.

“You don't know?” I said, lip perching to the side. My hand wrapped around his wrist, fingers gently circling the ink. “What's the first thing that comes to mind when I ask you, what do you want?” Tracing the deep lines penetrating his skin, I watched goosebumps ride up his arm.

Licking his lips, he forced out hot oxygen from his lungs. “You,” he said, jerking his head up. “That's what I think, I want you.”

I didn't expect that, every inch of me went numb. Chills ran over my body, the hair on my neck standing as the words reached my brain.

What? He can't be serious, can he? My walls that had been protecting me started to crumble, withering away as he spoke. Hegan didn't break his fixed stare, he peered into my eyes, his entire body trembling subtly in his seat.

“What?” That was all I could mutter out. I felt like I had been torn out of my body. My lungs seized, muscles tensing with a wanton need to just leap over the damn table and kiss him.

“You're the first thing that came to my head, you.” Leaning in, he brushed the curl behind my ear. “I don't think you realize how incredible you truly are.” Lifting my head, he caressed the exposed flesh of my neck.

No. No. He doesn't know what he's saying. This was a job, a cash job. A baby for him and all the help I could get for my mom. How could he sit there and try to steal my heart too?

I already agreed to give him what he wanted!

Why is he doing this?

Parting my lips, I tried to speak, but only a voiceless huff spilled out. My throat gurgled with sound, short pants rolled off my tongue. Finally finding my voice, I said, “Hegan, you don't know what your saying.”

“Yes, I do.” He pulled on my face, stretching my back forward, bringing me closer to his chiseled jaw. His mouth brushed against my cheek, whispering into my ear. “I know what I want, I'm just sorry it took me so long to find it.” His dampened lips pressed against my skin, light kisses floating down to my neck.

Rolling my head, my eyes fell back inside my skull. Colors started to shoot across my lids; blues, greens, yellows. The bright flashes coated my brain, dripping down to my belly, and driving the butterflies into a rampant storm.

Draping my hands over his shoulders, I dug my nails into the muscles of his back. It was a raw, feral heat between us. Sweat broke across his skin, emerging in small droplets as he pulled me onto his lap.

I had surrendered to my feelings, to the smoldering coals burning in my gut. His palms opened against my upper back, slowly trailing down my spine. Shivers transcended across my skin, head falling back, a light moan escaped into the dimly lit room.

Rocking my hips against his waist, I could feel his bulge pressing up. The thick cock massaged my clit as we glided our bodies together. Every thought that hung on chains around my brain had ceased. Having his baby, the debt I had... All of it.

Gone.

In that moment it was just the two of us, nothing else mattered.

“Noella,” he moaned. “God, you're beautiful.” His hands gripped the base of my head, mouth pressing firmly against my lips. His tongue slid between the smooth flesh, tangling with mine. Each muscle twirled together, wrapping wildly.

Every feeling that I'd brushed away and coaxed into the steel vault I created, had streamed to life. Hegan made me feel like I was at the top of the highest drop of a roller coaster; adrenaline purged my veins, a rush that couldn't be replicated.

A rush I never wanted to end.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I tore it over his head, dropping it to the floor. Hegan was built hard as cement. Dragging my fingers down his stomach, his abs rippled like an ocean current. The warmth between my thighs, drove harder onto his cock, grinding down onto his jeans.

I felt like the floor was dropping from beneath my feet, the walls around me faded into a blackness. Hegan had completely consumed me.

“This might sound crazy, but I wish this wouldn't end,” I said, rubbing my clit faster against his hidden cock. Hegan pressed my hips down, gyrating up to meet my pace.

“You don't have to wish, I'm not holding you hostage. But I won't let you go.” Hegan's face held firm, a wall of one emotion.

No fear, no anger, no sadness. Only intention.

My eyes darted between his, searching for a flicker of untruthfulness. Could he be trying to ease my nerves, and nurture my decision so I didn't question myself?

But I saw none of that. What I saw, the light that streaked across the forest colors...

It was genuine.

In one swoop, Hegan had shoved our plates on the table, the sound of ceramic against wood screeched through my ears. Setting me down in their place, my dress slinked up to the crease of my hips, exposing my freshly barren pussy. A cool breeze brushed my skin, turning my body rigid.

His warm hands wrapped around my inner thighs, spreading his heat across my body. Any trace of a chill had swept away, my body was on fire. Hegan's firm grip tugged my ass to the very edge of the table, forcing my legs open wider by his waist.

Arching my back, I inhaled a thick breath, ribs pushing my breasts into his chest. The air hitting my lungs felt like I was swallowing bits of flaming ash; the hot oxygen burned as it swam down my throat.

Hegan pressed my shoulders back, folding me onto my elbows. A single hand dipped into my lower spine, fingers driving in hard to hold me in place. Taking his free hand, Hegan tore at the button of his jeans.

I wanted him so bad, every piece of my body wanted him inside me. Ready and willing, I didn't need the foreplay, didn't need to be sweet talked. All I needed and wanted was his cock driving in as deep as he could go.

“Hegan, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Using my forearms, I gripped the base of his neck and pulled him down. Running the tip of my tongue over his ear, his body quivered.

“Fuck, you're wild.” With his pants around his ankles, Hegan palmed the thick shaft pressing against his briefs. “I'm going to give you all of me tonight.”

Arching one brow, a soft giggle highlighted my tone. “You act like this is the first time, did you forget the sex we had already?”

Smirking, Hegan hung his head. “Babe, I didn't forget. I could never forget. But tonight, it's not just sex. Tonight is something else.”

“How so?” I asked, sliding my fingers through his hair, twisting a few strands and rolling them between my grip.

In his eyes, as he swept them over my body, stopping on my face; a seriousness flooded his expression. “Because I care about you, Noella. I've never cared before. You make me feel something.”

Sitting quietly, my hands remained toiled in his roots. He rendered me speechless, I could only hold my stare on his face. I felt my chest rise and fall rapidly, ears buzzing with a dull chime that seemed to be set in the distance.

There was nothing ringing around us, that sound was my heart, pounding so intensely it was rattling my bones. His words filled my thoughts, clenching my stomach and twisting my insides into knots.

I did that? I gave him something to feel? Me?

“Heg—”

Slicing my voice in half, he drove his mouth onto mine. The tip of his cock tickled my wet, swelling clit. He was standing firm, hard and ready to fill my pussy. Wiggling my hips, I reached down and guided his length inside.

Each inch that spread me open pulsed. Engorged, his cock tasted my walls, the juice dripping down eased him in further. I felt every rippled vein as he slid in slowly. Hegan paused, looking down. I thought he had reached the limit I could take. Fuck, I could almost feel him in my belly already.

But I was wrong, there was more of him left to go, a lot more.

In one swift push, Hegan grunted, and his cock was buried inside me up to the base. Tensing around his shaft, I felt him jerk inside me, the tip of his dick tapping the ceiling of my pussy. His head fell to my shoulder, hands squeezing my hips hard, nails digging in firmly to keep me static.

“Damn, babe. Your pussy's tight. Fuck, that feels great.” His lips vibrated over my skin, thumbs rolling over my hip bones.

Scooping my heels behind his legs, I whispered. “And that's yours now, all yours.” Laying flat on my back, I peeled my dress over my shoulders. My breasts spilled out, nipples hard and ready for nibbling.

Twirling my fingers over the firmed pink flesh, I pulled his face down onto my tit. Moaning loudly, he teased my hardened beads with the tip of his tongue. His cock picked up pace and started to slam into my pussy. Each thrust went faster and faster, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass filled the room.

Standing up, he dropped his thumb to my clit, circling my throbbing button. Tingles tore through my body, bouncing off my toes and climbing back to my head.

On reflex, I tried to close my thighs, slow down the climax and savor every second of it, but he had other plans.

Using his free hand to hold my knee open, he thumbed my clit faster, eyes soaking up each twitch he created. And I gave in, letting him control my body, my orgasm.

My stomach started to burn, the fire rolling up from beneath and coating my throat. Climbing up to the base of my skull, the sparks hit my brain, and I was sent over the edge. My body shook as I came, the slick juices spilling all over his shaft.

Feeling his cock grow harder, Hegan cocked his head back, eyes closing tight. His chest muscles turned to solid rock, hands digging into my skin so intensely I was certain there would be bruises after.

With one final thrust, his body stopped. His cock pulsed one after another, the thick come filling my insides. I could feel the warm liquid dripping out, trickling over my ass cheeks.

With a soft slurp, he pulled himself free. Glancing around he grabbed a napkin that had fallen to the chair, and draped it over his still solid cock. Reaching a hand out, he helped pulled me up and off the table.

Looking down, a small pool of his pearly come rested on the wood, tiny remnants of what my body couldn't hold in. “Should we have Stefan come clean up?” Giggling I wiped my pussy clean with the soft cloth napkin.

Hegan let out a loud laugh. “Yeah, he already hates me. Let's not give him another reason to go run to my father about us.” Pulling up his jeans, a firm smile held his lips in place. “That was fucking hot, Noella.”

“Stop,” I said, a sultry smile spread across my cheeks.

Hegan stepped into me, adjusting the straps on my dress, he said, “Really, I'm serious.” His massive hands covered my shoulders.

He made me feel so small. Standing up straight, my head was level with his pecs. His hands were the size of my head. In the grip of his two ham-sized hands, I felt safe.

The man who had bought me, told me I needed to have his kid...

He gave me a sense of comfort, a feeling of safety and being untouchable.

And I... Well, I loved it.

“Did you really mean what you said? All those things you said?” His hands traced the line of my jaw, and I was fixed on his face.

“Yes.” His thumb slid smoothly in place. Tipping my chin up, he flicked his eyes between mine. “I can't explain it all, Noella. But I feel it, and I can't just pretend it isn't there.”

My lips pulled back, a softness washing over my eyes, Hegan wasn't fucking with me. It was almost like I had been hit by a car when I realized it, he didn't have to feed me lines of bullshit to get what he wanted.

He took what he wanted my second day here, and he had the power to hold me over his head.

But he never truly used it, he never threw it in my face as a complete ultimatum. He let me come to him, he pulled me into him. Fuck, he could have tied me up and kept me that way till he was done with me.

Hegan didn't though, he used his charismatic side to reel me in. And I can't lie, he had me wrapped around him the first time I saw him. He might not know that, but I do.

I knew what was forcing my head to hear a constant drumming; it was heart, my lungs, the blood coursing through my veins. All of that hit me in one instant and I knew, I just knew.

And he knew too.

Smiling awkwardly, Hegan dug his fingers into his hair. Tugging it tight against his head, he said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Shifting on his feet, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Look, I'm not good at this shit, okay? So stop making me feel weird about saying that.”

“I'm not trying to make you feel weird, I just know exactly what you're saying. And I get it. Just know I get it.” My fingers teased the belt loop on his pants. Spotting his shirt on the floor, I leaned over and picked it up. “Here. Maybe if you weren't half naked, you'd feel better.” Chuckling I tossed his shirt over his shoulder.

“Oh, well...” Pulling it over, his head popped through. “Yup, that helps. Now I feel much better.”

“See,” I said, jabbing my elbow into his stomach. “Alright, so dinner is probably pretty cold now. You want a hot meal?” Tilting my head, I looked in the direction of the kitchen.

“Seriously? You want to cook?”

“No, we're going to cook. Come on, let's go see if there's anything in the kitchen I can work with.” Nodding my head, I grabbed his hand and started to lead him away.

“Oh, no. No, I can't cook. Trust me.” His feet started to sludge across the floor.

I wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. Angling my head, my eyes narrowed playfully. “You don't have a choice.” Glaring my teeth, my lip curled up.

He got the joke instantly. Hegan's smile split wide across his face, laughing gently. “Ha, ha, very funny. Alright, let's go cook. But don't say I didn't warn you.”

“I won't.” Gripping his hand, my fingers twined inside his.

My hand, resting in his, it felt right. It was the most difficult thing to explain and understand.

I came here under the impression of a party, a dance. That was the job. And here I was fucking the hottest man in the state, after he tells me he paid for me like a fucking loaf of bread. And to top it off, he expected me to have his baby.

After a lot of thought and weighing my options, having his baby did seem like the best thing to do. But not only for me, for Hegan too.

After watching him get completely mind fucked by his father, and to see the life deflate around him, I wanted to do this for him too.

Now my feelings were knotting around his, coiling up tight. The things he said, the truthfulness to his tone and words. He already had my agreement, he didn't need to say any of that shit to me.

But he did.

This weekend hadn't been anything like I'd thought it would be.

Call me crazy if you want to.

But this weekend turned out to be way better than I had expected.