anymore, remember? As per your instructions. And that is probably for the best.”
He is staring at me, clenching his jaw and taking in deep, ragged breaths.
“Are you seeing him?”
“Kirk and I are friends.”
“It looked like you guys were having a moment there.”
“Reed, it is none of your business,” I say with a sigh.
He throws his head back a little and presses his eyes closed. Like he’s trying to convince himself of something.
“What did you tell him about me? Why did he say we need to talk?”
At this point, I’m blushing hard. I know exactly what Kirk was referring to; he wanted me to tell Reed about the pregnancy. He was being provocative, and I guess had every reason to be—he had just been attacked!
“We can talk when we’re calmer. Not like this. Right now, I think you should just leave,” I say.
“Talk about what? Is there something you need to tell me?” he asks. This time, when he steps towards me, I don’t step back. I feel tired. It’s that overwhelming tiredness that comes with pregnancy. I just want him to take me in his arms and hold me for a while.
“I don’t know, Reed, please, can we drop it for now?”
I am not prepared to have a conversation about the baby. He comes closer, searching my eyes. When he takes my face in his hands, I don’t resist. I love the feel of his hands on my cheeks. I look into his eyes and feel like I’m swimming. Suddenly, I’m calm again. It’s like he’s given me his strength. He is the one who is drooping now.
His face is close to mine, and I open my lips.
I know how wrong this is. I know I shouldn’t be kissing him. Not after how he just behaved with Kirk, but it’s like I’m in a dream. Our mouths meet, and I gasp with pleasure.
His hands fall down my body until he’s holding my waist, feeling the shape of my butt. I worry for a moment that he’ll notice my body has changed, but it seems like he’s delighting in the added curves. His hands rise up to my breasts; he caresses them gently while his tongue moves over mine.
I’ve missed the taste of him. Nobody kisses me like Reed does. Nobody can take possession of me the way he does.
I lean into him, moaning and purring as he explores my body further. He lifts up the bottom of my dress and touches the soft flesh of the insides of my thighs. I tremble, gasping and pulling my mouth away from him. I just want to look at him. Stare at the stony chiseled handsomeness of him. He’s watching me closely, enjoying the reaction his touch pulls from me.
Before I know it, his fingers are inside my panties, and he knows exactly how wet I am. Creamy and moist. I flush with embarrassment, but there’s a pleased grin on his face.
“I will always be the first man who had you, Ella. Nobody can take that away from me.” He whispers the words in my ear. My cheeks grow redder and hotter. I am just a few breaths away from telling him he is also the father of the baby growing inside me. But I manage to hold back. Not like this. I can’t tell him like this.
I owe it to our child and give the conversation the respect it deserves.
25
Reed
I want to take her again. I’ve been craving her body since the last time I had her, this time even more intensely than ever before. I know what she feels like. I know how amazing it will be to be inside her, to claim her again. While my mouth moves with hers, our tongues exploring, my fingers find that warm, sweet spot between her legs. That’s where I belong. That’s where I should live.
Her hand is on my cock, stroking and stirring me through my pants. I enjoy the way she’s teasing me. Only our clothes are keeping us apart. I start pulling down her panties.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Ella,” I groan, pulling my mouth away from her. Her panties drop down to her ankles, and I caress her big breasts. They are so deliciously big. I can’t wait to taste them, tease her, make her quiver with desire.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either, Reed,” she whispers back, looking into my eyes. But the expression on her face has changed. She actually looks a little sad now.