14
MCKENNA
In an instant, he slid his shorts down. His rock-hard cock gouged between my inflamed tissues, and the lubricating wetness welcomed him in. The intensity of my feelings for him married in a seamless ecstasy with the blazing desire smoking in my core.
He hesitated there, but my crazy lust wouldn’t me sit still. I hopped on his cock in all my animal madness and sat down to drive it into my deepest recesses. Ellis threw back his head with a roar. His arms tightened to two iron straps around my ribs until I couldn’t stand the strain, but his throbbing cock pulsed inside me to drive me into the stratosphere.
I bucked my hips against him. Both his hands clamped around my ass to pound me against him. The next thing I knew, his teeth closed around my nipple again. Oh, Jesus! I couldn’t stand it. He turned me on so much I had to inhale him into myself. His cock slotted so nice and tight along my channel I never wanted to let it go.
He cradled my head behind my neck, and my spine whipped back and forth from the devastating penetrations rocking through me. I panted for every breath.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”
He blistered little love bites up my chest, along my neck to my chin, but I didn’t notice. I only knew the comfortable fullness of his stiff cock exciting all my pleasure spots to raging rapturous bliss.
I planted my feet on either side of his hips to widen my legs even farther. My thighs burned from the effort, but nothing could stop me now. I hit him as hard as I could to make the water splash out of the hot tub. Where did he end and I begin? How could I experience this bliss with him, only to walk away?
I had to keep coming back for more. I had to keep taking him deeper and harder and longer. I had to climax again and again on his dripping shaft. I couldn’t live without it. He completed me as no one else ever could. He touched a part of me so deep I never knew it was there.
Oh, he was ten times sweeter every time I gave myself to him. Those arms, that cock, those lips, those teeth biting me—I could never get enough. He hugged me behind the ass and followed my natural movements until I slammed my hips into him.
He didn’t have to do anything but sit there and nail me. I wanted it so bad I did all the moving for both of us. Oh, please God, let it keep going like this and never stop. Let me die right now, as long as I can die with him inside my puffy pink hole.
My ass ached pounding against his thighs. Nothing satisfied my itch but to thrust into him, to rock and roll and sob in beautiful fulfillment. Let it be his cock that gives me pleasure. Let it be his fingers indenting my flesh and his mouth sucking on my sensitive tits. I could lose everything else, but not this.
I beat faster and harder. Nothing could stop me. My whimpering sobs turned to lusty cries and finally to shrieks. I would destroy him if I kept this up, but before I could think, I collapsed across his shoulder screaming to the skies.
If anybody heard us, I never knew. I only had eyes for him. As soon as my screams of ecstasy hit his ear, he couldn’t hold back. He exploded against me and through me. He filled me full of his salty cocktail. He emptied his nuts into my pussy.
I no longer pounded him to oblivion, so he had to pick me up and float me on the waves to beat against my quivering ass. I cried in his ear, but it was all over. In a few seconds, the intoxicating heat of climax enfolded us in one seamless cloud of beauty.
He pried my head back to kiss me. “Hey.”
A satisfied smile broke across my face, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I flopped in his arms, and my skin glowed bright and wet and smooth. “Hey.”
“Let’s put our clothes on and go to the bar for a drink.”
My eyes snapped open. “What? That fast?”
He snorted. “Don’t tell me you want to do it again.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “Are you seriously telling me you want to stop at just one? What’s the matter? Aren’t you feeling well?”
He laughed. “I’m hot now. I mean, the hot tub is making me too hot. Let’s get a drink. If you really want to do it again, I’ll take you to my room.”
I eyed me sidelong. “Brayden would hear us if we went to your room.”
“And Julia would hear us if we went to yours. Get your clothes on. Now that I’ve got my rocks off, I want to have a drink with you like two civilized people.”
I laughed along with him, but I got out of the tub and covered my swimsuit with my regular clothes. He took my hand and led me to the hotel bar. We sat on stools at the bar, and he ordered a margarita. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to drink in Vegas?
“What are you having?” he asked.
“I’ll have a Shirley Temple.”
His head whipped around. This was the moment of truth, my bear paced. “What?”
“Shirley Temple.”
“Isn’t that a drink for kids?”
I jerked my chin sideways. “Do you have a problem with that? It’s not too expensive, is it?”
He turned beet red. “Of course not.”
He gave the bartender my order, but he couldn’t stop looking at me. My whole attitude changed when we left the hot tub and came in here. Now that we sat here talking to each other, I got stiff and distant again. He couldn’t help but notice.
He faced me with his shoulders squared. “So, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean, what’s going on? We’re in Vegas. You’re going to Brayden’s bachelor party, and I’m going to Julia’s bachelorette party. That’s what’s going on.”
“I mean what’s going on with you. You just met me for a secret sex rendezvous in the hot tub, and now you won’t talk to me.”
“I’m talking to you right now. How much more talking can I do?”
“Come on, Mckenna,” he chided. “What’s going on with you? I thought we put all that stuff behind us. Now we’re sitting in a bar in Vegas, and you’re ordering a Shirley Temple. You can’t sit there and tell me nothing’s going on.”
I arched an eyebrow at him, and my whole expression changed. He couldn’t understand how I could change so fast. One minute, he was talking to Helga the Horrible. The next minute, there I was, the woman of his dreams, all vulnerable and open and ripe for the taking. This couldn’t go on. I had to tell him the truth.
I took a deep breath and stared down at my hands knotted in my lap. “I’m drinking a Shirley Temple because I’m pregnant.”
He opened his mouth to say something and shut it with a click. He didn’t understand what I just said. He blinked and stared at me. He could have been struck by a bolt of lightning that fried his brain. I didn’t just say that. I wasn’t sitting here in front of him telling him I was pregnant.
My mind went into a tailspin. Almost three months of sneaking around, banging me on the side, taking me out to dinner, running errands for Brayden and Julia and then taking me back to his place afterwards—almost three months of doing it and it never crossed either of our minds to wonder if I would get pregnant.
I read his thoughts written all over his face. Everything he thought was true about his life changed as surely as mine did. He could never go back to being a free agent. A thousand details of child support and car seats and doctor bills clouded whatever remained of our relationship.
I was pregnant. He was a father, and I was the mother. We would have a cub, a child. I never wanted to be pregnant before, but now that I was, I embraced it. My bear was so protective of this little cub already. What he did no longer mattered. I would take responsibility. I would become the mother this child needed.
I glanced back and forth between my hands and my face. I couldn’t sit here with him staring into space. I jumped off my stool. I waved both hands. “I knew it was a mistake to tell you. I never should have said anything. I’m going upstairs to get my suitcase. I’ll get a flight back. You can explain to Brayden that I had to go. I don’t care what you say. Just explain it.”
I started to walk away when his hand shot out. He snatched my wrist out of the air. He yanked me back so hard I lost my balance. “Sit down, Mckenna. You’re not going anywhere.”