Chapter Ten
Devon
All of my moving boxes were broken down in the bedroom Ethan had prepared for me. We had finally finished unpacking and everything was as it should be. It was a beautiful room with a four-poster bed adorned in sheer white drapes. I couldn’t deny that I loved it. He had anticipated my needs perfectly.
Lavender and vanilla candles decorated nearly every surface. I had my own vanity, which he had stocked with luxurious lotions, perfumes, body scrubs, ointments, serums, and other beauty products. The floors were covered with plush white carpets, so I didn’t have to walk on the cool, obsidian floors with bare feet.
My room had its own bathroom as well. It was outfitted with a deep, clawed-foot tub that I couldn’t wait to sink into. There was a rain shower around a corner with no door and a frosted glass window. I was going to bask in the lap of luxury for the next eight months.
And yet, as I sat across from him at the dinner table, I couldn’t help feeling annoyed. He had, deliberately or not, taken away my choice. I was sure that, eventually, I would have agreed to move in with him, maybe not until I was three or four months along in the pregnancy, but eventually, I would have seen the reason for his position. But right now, I just felt irritated.
We had argued about it yesterday when he’d dropped by to see how my packing was going. It hadn’t been going well, mostly because I didn’t want to pack. I didn’t want to leave my little apartment that I had been living in for nearly four years. It was mine. It was home.
Ethan hadn’t understood why I was so attached to the place. I could see, from his perspective, why it might not make sense. He lived in a penthouse in the most beautiful part of Manhattan, while I lived in a shoebox with peeling paint and barely enough room to do yoga in the mornings in front of my TV.
But it didn’t matter whether or not he understood why I loved it. The fact of the matter was he had bulldozed me, and nothing I said yesterday had helped him see that.
I poked at the Thai food on my plate. Ethan had ordered in because we hadn’t finished unpacking and moving some of my things into storage until later than expected. It was probably due to all the arguing.
“Stop scowling at your food,” Ethan said at the other end of the table. “It didn’t make you move. I did.”
I looked up at him and huffed out a breath. Then, I started eating. I couldn’t deprive myself of food just to prove a point. There was a little human beginning to take form in me, and I had to make sure I was taking care of myself so the baby would be healthy.
The Thai food was delicious. My appetite over the last week had increased, and I wasn’t too shy to hold back from devouring the food. If Ethan noticed, he refrained from saying anything. Had the situation not been so tense, maybe he would have felt more willing to make a joke.
“Is it good?” he asked after we had been sitting in silence for almost five minutes.
“Yes, thank you,” I said, not forgetting my manners despite still being upset with him.
“Good,” he said.
“It’s actually the best Thai food I’ve ever tasted,” I confessed. I afforded a quick glance up at him. He was smiling at his plate while he stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork. I regretted the nice words. “Even though I’m not usually a Thai fan.”
He looked up, and I saw the furrow of his brow before he managed to tame it. “Why didn’t you say so before we ordered?”
Because I was lying. I loved Thai. I shrugged. “Because I figured you liked it.”
Ethan put his fork down and rested both his wrists on the edge of the table. “I don’t want to be force-feeding you food over the next eight months that you don’t like simply because you’re unwilling to speak up.”
“Well,” I said hotly, “speaking up doesn’t seem to make a difference with you either.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I spoke up about moving in. I told you I didn’t want to. Then, you just paid me off with all of your money and didn’t give me any say in the matter.”
“I didn’t pay you off,” he said thinly.
“No? So offering to pay to break my lease isn’t paying me off?”
“Last I checked, people call that a favor,” Ethan muttered, “and usually, at least in my experience, people say thank you when you do them a favor.”
“You want me to say thank you?” I said incredulously.
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“Sure sounds like that’s what you meant.”
“Listen, Dev, I’m sorry, all right? I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I wanted to make sure you would have access to everything you needed. If that makes me the villain here, then fine.” He picked up his fork again and resumed eating. He was stabbing his food with much more gusto than before, and I could practically hear his raging thoughts behind his dark eyes.
“You’re not a villain,” I said softly. He didn’t look up at me. “I’m sorry too. For being such a handful. I’m grateful, Ethan, I mean it. I just … this is a big change for me all at once, and I would have appreciated the time to make the decision on my own.”
He paused, swallowed his food, and nodded. “I can understand that. I shouldn’t have pushed.”
“Truce?”
“Truce,” he agreed.
“I do like Thai food, by the way. It’s one of my favorites. After Mexican and Italian, of course.”
Ethan threw his head back and let out such a joyful belly laugh that I couldn’t help but join him. Soon, we were both hunched over the table laughing uproariously at our own ridiculousness.
Ethan wiped the corners of his eyes once he had himself under control. “You are full of surprises, Devon Mansfield.”
I smiled proudly and then stood to gather our dishes.
“I can do that,” Ethan said, trying to swipe his plate out of my hands.
“Let me help out,” I said, “I don’t want to be this freeloading presence in your place. Let me do things while I still can. When I’m huge and can barely fit through doorways, you can pick up the slack.”
Ethan still looked unhappy with this arrangement. He got up and followed me into the kitchen where I was loading the dishwasher. I closed it with my hip and washed my hands while looking over at him leaning against the doorframe.
He was so handsome. His eyes were dark and swirling. I wondered what he was thinking about. It could be anything. Maybe he was thinking the same sort of thoughts that I was. The tightness in his jaw told me he was.
Now that I wasn’t angry with him, I was horny. It had washed over me as soon as we started laughing. It was like we had pushed aside all the pent-up tension from the last few days and moved on to newer, fresher things, and those things made me excited.
The next eight months were going to be such a wild adventure, and right now, the only thing I wanted to do was show him with my body how grateful I was for his hospitality. My body and my mouth.
I took the hem of my shirt in my trembling fingers and pulled it over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Next, I undid the fly of my jeans, worked them slowly down my thighs, and stepped out of them. I stepped closer to him in nothing but my red lace thong.
He was watching me the same way he had the last time we had sex. That look set my blood on fire.
“I need you again,” I whispered, feeling the heat gathering between my legs. I wanted nothing more than to be on my back on his bed.
Ethan’s eyes looked me up and down. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he took me by my waist. He drew me to him and kissed me softly. The light grazing of our lips made my legs feel like pudding.
He flicked my nipples playfully as he kissed me. I was so sensitive. I leaned into him, desperate to feel as much of him as I possibly could.
He took my hand and brought me to his bedroom. He lifted me up effortlessly and placed me on the edge of his bed. Sitting on the very edge put my hips level with his as he hurried to undress. I watched and relished the sight of his nakedness like it was the first time I had seen him. He was so sexy.
I stared at his cock as it popped out of his boxers. He stripped them off his legs and caught me watching him.
“Like what you see?” He asked with that primal look on his face.
I nodded.
He pushed my legs apart and made to settle between them to eat me out again.
“No,” I breathed. “Just fuck me, please.” I couldn’t explain it. Usually, I liked foreplay first. It always made the sex better. But this time, I just wanted to feel the length of him rocking inside me. I had never felt so hungry for cock before.
He stood between my legs. I held my own legs under my knees as he entered me. He was so full and hard. I closed my eyes and let out a delighted breath as he filled me up. He felt bigger than he had the other times we had fucked. It was like he fit me perfectly, sliding right up into the right place on the first thrust.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed as he pressed his thumb down on my clit.
He was going to make me come right away. I had never been so turned on. I gripped the sheets and clenched my teeth. I had never felt this way before. This was all new to me. It must have been the pregnancy. My hormones were all over the place. I knew sex was better for some women when they were pregnant. I never suspected I would be one of the lucky ones.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He met my request and fucked me harder. He rubbed my clit in slow circles until, all at once, my whole body seized up as my orgasm took hold of me. I let out a shuddering cry, and Ethan continued burying his cock inside me as I squirted juices around his cock.
That was another new one for me.
He didn’t stop once I was done. He continued thrusting, and his thumb never stopped its perfect circular motion on my swollen clit. I was tightening around him again. I couldn’t believe I was going to come again right away.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as it ripped through me again. I was even wetter. Ethan’s cock was slick with my come, and every thrust felt more and more exquisite.
Ethan dropped over me and planted his hands on either side of my shoulders. His hips still moved against me, in and out, as he lowered his face to mine and kissed me.
I released my legs and gripped his forearms. I lifted my legs up and my ass off the bed so he could get even deeper inside me. The angle drove me wild. His tongue in my mouth while he fucked me was ecstasy. I moaned into our kiss and suckled his bottom lip. His hand cupped my nape as he held me to him.
I came again. It was explosive. I cried out with pleasure and shook uncontrollably beneath him. He caressed my cheek and kissed me more deeply. I melted into him as he pressed down on top of me. He was still moving inside me. My pussy was swelling and pulsing around his cock.
He groaned into my mouth. I felt the vibration of it in my lips. It was the sexiest sound in the world. It was primal and fierce and desperate. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he pushed himself deeper inside me. I wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he did. I gasped and let my head fall back to the mattress.
He kissed my throat and moved to the side to nibble my earlobe. Then he was moving down until he was suckling my nipples and pinching them lightly with his teeth. His hands wandered up and down my sides until he was crushing his mouth against mine once more.
I was coming again. He knew it. I could tell by the way he was straining to maintain the same motion between my legs. It was working perfectly. I clung to him as my climax hit its peak. He kissed me all the way through it, not caring that I couldn’t return the favor with my own tongue. I was completely incapable of doing anything as my whole body submitted to the pleasure coursing through it.
When I had recovered, he slowed above me. I stared up at him, admiring the sharpness of his jaw, his prominent brow and cheekbones, and the beginnings of stubble forming a light five o’clock shadow.
“In my mouth,” I managed to whisper.
He seemed unwilling to pull out of me at first. After he finally did, he climbed up beside me on the bed on his knees. I had never sucked a guy off after he had been inside me. This was the first time I had ever wanted to, and holy hell, did I want to.
I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on one elbow taking him in my mouth, tasting myself, and used my other hand to gently caress his balls. I had him moaning in seconds.
He reached down between my legs with one hand and played with my pussy while I sucked his cock. I was still so wet. His fingers slid easily in and out of me as I matched his rhythm with my mouth until, all at once, his cock bobbed in my mouth, and he blew his load in the back of my throat. I took it all, swallowed it, and continued sucking him clean.
Then, when he was done, I fell on my back and stared up at him. He was staring back. The two of us were out of breath. The only thing I wanted now was sleep, and as he collapsed on his back beside me, I suspected the same thing was on his mind.
He put his hand on my thigh, and I closed my eyes.