Chapter 13

Rebecca

We’ve been driving in silence for over twenty minutes. It’s deafening, so I pull out my phone and send a message to James. I want him to know I’m okay. I’m worried about him. “Are you texting James?”

We’re getting off the expressway when I say, “Yes. He’s been there for me since I was a little girl. I don’t want him to be freaking out.”

“He’s got nothing to worry about. If anything, he knows who your baby’s father is now.”

I gasp, “He told you?” I can’t believe he just told everyone.

“Yes. Believe it or not, he tried to warn me off because you were already in the middle of a complicated relationship. And I couldn’t hold back. Now, please just relax. We’re almost there.”

We pull into a garage below the building and once we’re parked. He turns off the engine, but he doesn’t get out. “The past three weeks have been hell, Rebecca.”

I get out of the truck. He jumps out after I do. “Rob, this isn’t the place to have a conversation. You didn’t drive me to your home just to talk in the garage. You can either take me upstairs, and we can talk, or I can go back home.”

He grabs my hand and walks us to the elevator. It’s the one that leads only to the first floor and his condo. As soon as the doors close, he pins me to the wall with his hands on the sides of me and with our faces inches from each other. “This is your home. That’s for starters. Now you have a choice to make. You can fight me on this, and I’ll spank your pretty ass then tie you to the bed. Or you can stay and let me spank your ass, and well, I’ll only tie your hands to the headboard,” he teases at the end.

“Well since the latter includes spanking, I suppose it’ll work.” The doors open on his floor, and he takes my hand tightly as if I’m going to run away again. Once it closes and locks, he drops down to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist, pressing his face to my stomach. “What’s wrong?”

He opens my coat and lifts my blouse, kissing my belly. “Nothing’s wrong now. I was going through possible private investigators to find you. I know you left because you were scared. I hoped it was the case, but I realized it tonight. Why though?”

“It’s hard to explain. I was confused. It was the first time I did anything remotely so irresponsible, and I freaked out. The thing is…the second the door closed behind me, I regretted it, but I couldn’t get back in, and I was too afraid of the confrontation.” He lowers his head down, kissing me gently.

“I should have dragged your ass with me, but my parents would have missed their flight. They were already wild about meeting you. They even questioned if I was gay. I have something to confess. Something I didn’t tell you that night.”

“What is it?” I ask, feeling uneasy. He chuckles and moves his head in the negative. “Nothing bad. Well, for a guy my age it is. I was a virgin that night too. I’ve never really even kissed more than a couple of girls, and that was pressure from eager girls or guys teasing me about it.”

“What? How is that possible?”

“My parents taught me that being in a relationship was more than getting my rocks off. And that a risk of pregnancy could ruin my future. I watched it happen to a friend of mine and his high school girlfriend. They aren’t together anymore, but they both struggled. It was best to stay away from females. Then when I got a great job, I became so focused on being the best, hoping to be my own boss. I hope you believe me.”

“What reason would you have to lie? I thought you were smooth with the ladies when we met, but I still wanted you. I want you now. It’s crazy, but I fell in love with you, Rob,” I admit without any reservation.

“I love you so damn much, it’s inexplicable. You’re the best gift I could get for Christmas.”

“Do you want to unwrap this gift?” I taunt him. I crave his touch and his possession.

“Do I ever,” he growls out, stalking closer to me. He grabs the hem of my dress, pulling over my head. He drops to his knees and lifts my foot, removing my heel and going to the next, caressing and massaging them. His mouth and hands slinking his way up my body. I feel consumed by his being. I steady myself with my hands on the edge of the dresser. “Relax, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he grunts against my stomach. “My little one. I’ve got you, too.” He kisses my belly. My heart melts even more for this man. He pulls the edge of my waistband and drags it off me, revealing my lower half. Then he flicks the front clasp of my bra, opening it. I drop my arms and let it fall. This is our second time together, and yet I feel like it’s the first—naked and vulnerable in front of him. “Perfect,” he whispers against my skin.

He stands up and cups my face in his warm hands. “I need your kiss,” he mutters, taking my mouth. I throw my arms around him, thrusting them into his hair. He growls, picking me up around the waist and carrying me to the bed.

“Rob, please,” I moan against the side of his mouth, moving my lips over his jaw.

“Sorry, baby, but I can’t wait anymore.” He stands up and takes off his sweater and shirt, kicking off his shoes. Rob makes quick work of his pants and boxers. His cock juts out toward me, cum leaking from the tip. He strokes it once, then climbs onto the bed, straddling me and staring into my eyes. “I missed you. Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good because I’m not above tying your ass to the bed. Remember that,” he says, kissing me while he thrusts his cock into my lonely, needy pussy. We groan together as he fills me. My body sings as he picks up where we left off a month ago. I missed him, and I missed this. Feeling his weight on me as he pumps into me brings me closer and closer to coming for him. His mouth crushes my lips as his hands search for mine. He grabs them, intertwining our fingers and lifting them over my head as he drives his cock deep into me.

We’re both naked and rolling in the bed kissing wildly as he fucks me. Then he pins me beneath him with one hand cupping my ass and the other tugging on my hair. I feel his power over me and welcome it. Our bodies are melded together, grinding passionately until I clench around his thickness and come. “Rob,” I cry out. “I’m coming.”  He moves faster, picking up the pace and roaring out his own releasee.

“You’re mine, Rebecca. And I’m nowhere done reminding you of it tonight.”