Chapter 17

Gavin

“Pregnant.” I frowned, unable to comprehend what that word met.

As in, pregnant with another man’s child? Or…

“It’s not…” I put a hand on my chest, patting once.

She nodded slowly, looking down at her own hands settled between our stomachs. “It’s yours. I haven’t been with another man since that night.”

That night, six weeks ago. That night I decided I wanted something for the first time, something that might hurt me in the end. The first time I made a decision that wasn’t careful and calculated.

“No…” I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “I used a condom that night.”

“The condom didn’t work, Gavin.” Her lips began to tremble. She was either fighting her tears or fighting a laugh.

Jesus Christ. McKenna was… “Gonna be the mother of my child?”

She stiffened, eyes welling with tears.

I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. Hell, I should have been shoving her away, fighting this with all I had, because I wasn’t father material, damn it. I couldn’t even take care of Chloe when she was a baby, for fuck’s sake. I was a useless son of a bitch when it came to children, yet somehow I was going to be a dad. Me.

“That’d be me.” She pulled her leg from over my lap, reaching for her dress on the floor.

For a split second, I almost let her go, thinking maybe I needed more time to think this through. Plan what to do next and figure shit out.

Yet the thought of doing so was like a razor to the throat—and the last thing I wanted.

Not thinking twice, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “No.”

She met my stare and whispered, “No?”

I shook my head, then I kissed her, harder this time. I expected her to fight me. Push me away and run, but her body instantly relaxed against mine, and we were right back where we’d been. Only this time, things moved faster.

“Need you,” I all but begged. “So much.”

Slowly, I pulled back remembering her comment about her breasts. It made sense now why she’d said they were sensitive, but that didn’t stop me from wanting them in my mouth. Wanting to taste them. So, I lowered my head, taking my time as I held one of them in my hand. Then with the gentlest of licks, I sucked one of her nipples in between my lips, gentle laps of my tongue across the tips. She shivered so hard goose bumps danced across her skin and a soft gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. I teased and toyed, using my lips to kiss the peak, my tongue to taste the edges. I gave her gentle, because she deserved it.

“That feels so good,” she moaned, encouraging me to pull a little harder, not too hard, but enough to drag out the low noise in her throat.

Slow, steady kisses led me to the other breast, and I used my finger to trail around the same wet tip I’d just teased. Her hips worked harder over my jeans, and I could feel the change in her body with every touch of my tongue, every lick, every kiss.

This was the stuff of movies, the way I held her close. I didn’t know it could be this way, feel this good, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. Whether that had to do with her being pregnant with my baby, or the simple thought of her not running away, I didn’t know. What I did know was that I was falling hard for the first time in my life, and it didn’t scare me like I’d thought it would.

That thought spurred me into action, and soon I had her flat on her back on the couch. Big, blue eyes blinked up at me, lips parted, breaths panting, cheeks flushed. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, having no idea where to start when it came to her body—to her. More than anything, I wanted to take my time, savor the moment, but I couldn’t wait either.

Decision made, I stood and pulled my jeans and boxers off. My cock sprang free, ready, and those eyes of hers shimmered with heat as she took me in from head to toe, back up and down again.

“I want you, McKenna. All of you. No running. No more fighting this thing between us. Just…” I sighed, dropping to my knees next to her, desperate and pleading like a man on the edge of death begging for one more minute of life. “Just…tell me you want this too.” I gripped the edges of her panties, the lace and silk doing little to steady my shaking hands. I was ready to pull them down, give her everything she’d ever desired. But I needed her consent, that one word. Her yes.

And then it happened.

One smile.

One nod.

Three words I never expected.

“Yes. I’m yours.”

The tightening in my chest released, and I smiled too. I smiled so fucking wide that it hurt. But I didn’t care. Because McKenna actually wanted to be with me.

With me.

That was the best fucking moment of my life so far.

I lowered my mouth to her pussy, not wasting another second. With my tongue, I lapped at her wetness before clamping my lips down and sucking. She cried out my name and bucked her hips, but I settled her, held her knees in place with the flat of my palms.

I flicked her once more with my tongue and added a finger.

“Gavin, yes…” Her hands were in my hair, pulling at the scalp once more. The feeling was unlike any other. A pain that led to pleasure. Hers and mine. Ours.

I reached down with my other hand to stroke myself, needing to ease the ache. More than anything, I wanted her to come against my lips and tongue again, but I also wanted her to come while I was buried deep inside her.

Soon, she solved my dilemma, urging me up the length of her body with her hands. I moved until my cock was centered between her thighs, ready to find its home.

“I need more,” she moaned.

“What about a condom?”

She grinned, the look playful, happy. “That’s kind of a moot point now, don’t you think?”

I cringed. “Shit.” I hadn’t forgotten what she’d just told me. Fuck no, how could I? I’d asked because I was nervous. Hadn’t had sober sex in a long-ass time.

“I’m clean, just so you know.” Her face went pink, embarrassment shadowing her blues as she spoke.

I cupped her face, urging her to look at me, one arm propped along the couch so I wouldn’t squish her. “Me too. I make it a habit to get checked since I work as an EMT.”

“Okay.”

“So…” It was my turn to be unsure, my face going hot, my stomach tight. Just when I thought I had myself under control, one little emotional setback had me questioning my sanity. But then she whispered a few game-changing words.

And I was done for.

“Make love to me, Gavin?”

That word: love.

I knew she didn’t mean it the way I secretly might have been thinking. It was too soon, even though the thought of it building toward love made me want to jump for fucking joy. Still, I managed to keep my cool… That is, until I met her stare.

The sincerity in her gorgeous gaze immediately caught me off guard. I swallowed so hard I swear my throat shriveled to nothing. But it was her hand on my face that led me to where I needed to be. With her and only her.

Slowly and steadily, I lowered my mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips. Then I slipped my cock inside her, only to be pushed in deeper when her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Ah, Kenna. You don’t know what you do to me.” The erratic beat inside my chest proved how wild she made me feel. How reckless I was when it came to my heart meshing with hers.

“I do know.” She kissed me on the chin, the cheek, finishing by my ear. “Because you make me feel the same way.”

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, and with one foot balanced on the floor, I pushed inside her completely, sweat already dripping down between my shoulder blades.

“Gavin.” She whispered my name with so much reverence that I had to look at her again to make sure it was real. And when I saw that fire in her eyes, I let myself go. Completely.

She cried out my name and clawed at my back, the pain so perfect I wanted to roar. Our stares never wavered as I pushed in deeper, then pulled back, the love I didn’t know how to give coming forward in my movements. Over and over, I thrust my hips against hers, our skin slapping in the room like lightning, our bodies melting against each other as if this was where we were always meant to be. Glued together, her and me. A perfect, raging storm.

She moaned, rolling her hips, crying out in pleasure. I reached down, gripping her thigh, moving my body higher, groaning. And soon she was screaming my name once more.

Seconds later, I cried out too, saying the only words I had on my tongue as I filled her body with my own release.

“Forever. Need you…forever.”