GYPSY LOOKED AT ME IN question as I walked around the opposite side of the bed. The side that she used to sleep on, but now she was in mine. “I’m going to stay in here tonight,” I told her. “So I can keep an eye on you.”
It was the lie I wanted to believe, and if I was looking for a reaction from her, I got one. Hurt flashed in her eyes as she gave me a stiff nod, and I laid down beside her.
There was only two feet between us, but it felt like so much more. I stayed on top of the covers, fully dressed, afraid that if I even brushed her skin I wouldn’t be able to control myself. It took her a long time to fall back asleep, and even then, she was restless. I doubted the light of morning would bring me clarity. I didn’t know what to believe at all.
For two hours, I listened to the soft sounds of her breathing, too on edge to sleep myself. I was afraid she would try to run. I was afraid of losing her and the baby. But most of all, I was afraid that what she said was true. She had nothing to do with the attempt on my life, and someone else had been orchestrating our demise.
I felt helpless and shaken when I considered it. Had I been so blinded by my own insecurities that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me?
I rolled onto my side and studied Gypsy. I watched the way her rounded belly rose and fell in time to her breathing. My child was inside her, and there hadn’t been time to process it. We hadn’t even talked about it, but I wanted to. I wanted to reach out and touch her there now. To feel what we made together. Surely, it couldn’t have been a lie?
Gypsy jolted in her sleep, her features pinching together painfully as her hand reached into the space between us. She cried out, and I thought she was hurt when she opened her eyes and tears leaked from the edges.
“Lucian,” she whimpered as her fist curled into my shirt and clung to me.
“What is it?” I asked. “Are you hurt?”
“I thought it was a dream,” she cried. “I thought you left me again.”
Sobs wracked her body as she curled into the fetal position, and I had no recourse against the pain that sliced through my chest. If she was lying, it was too convincing even for me. I moved closer and took her in my arms, wrapping her against my chest as I petted her hair and tried in vain to calm her. “I’m here.”
“For how long?” she whimpered. “I can’t… I don’t think I’ll survive it if you die twice.”
I gulped down the emotions that threatened to spill out and brought my lips against her hair. At that moment, it didn’t matter what she did or didn’t do. I wanted to promise her things I couldn’t give her. I wanted to tell her I would live forever… as long as she’d have me.
“I’m here,” I said again.
She wrapped her fingers up in my shirt and pulled me closer, dragging my lips to hers. I thought I could resist, but it was a lie. The minute I felt her against me, I groaned, my need for her ripping through me like a bullet.
“Please.” Her palm found the hard bulge of my cock through my jeans, and I bucked against her.
“Christ,” I shuddered. “I can’t, Gypsy. I can’t.”
I said this even as I tore at her shirt. My shirt. It came up over her head, and that was the only thing she was wearing.
“Fuck.” I drew a hand over my face and tried to block it out. The image of her naked and wanting, swollen with my child and wet between her thighs. It was the most inviting she’d ever looked, and I couldn’t find the words to deny her. Gypsy unzipped my jeans and grazed my dick through the briefs I was wearing, and it was all over.
“No.” I grabbed her hand in mine, and she blinked at me. “Inside you.”
It was the only thing I could manage to get out before she pinned me on my back and climbed on top of me. I hadn’t let a woman get on top of me since before I went to prison, and I couldn’t imagine that I was going to like it now. But seeing her in the early light of morning, her curves silhouetted by the shadows in the room, I didn’t have any further protests. She was the most beautiful temptress I’d ever known, and even I couldn’t resist her now.
She pulled my briefs down and tucked them under my balls, my dick saluting her as she took it in her hand and rubbed the head against her pussy. My eyes fell shut and struggled to open again as I felt her sink down on top of me with a contented sigh. She moved against me, more animal than woman, desperate to get off on my cock.
I didn’t help her. I just watched as she abused the hard flesh, jamming it and out of her wet cunt as though her life depended on it. Her boobs were huge, and I ached to touch them, but I couldn’t give myself permission until she hauled my hands up to cup them.
“Play with me,” she whispered. “Please, Lucian.”
My cock contracted inside her at those desperate, throaty words, and I stroked her nipples beneath my thumbs, watching her eyes roll back in her head.
“Oh, God,” she whined. “Oh God, I need you so much, Lucian. Don’t ever leave me again.”
Her words were punctuated by convulsions that milked my dick, and when she squeezed my hips between her thighs, I couldn’t hold back. Hot jets of come flooded her, filling her with what felt like a decade’s worth of unspent energy.
She collapsed onto her side, still clinging to my body. Our legs were wrapped together, her fingers curled around my biceps. She didn’t want to let go.
I didn’t either.
“Don’t leave me.” Her forehead came to rest against my beating heart. “Please don’t leave me.”