Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,39

second her hot mouth takes in my nipple I can’t control myself. My fingers dig into her ass as I fuck her hard and deep. I can’t slow my pace as she moves from one nipple to the other as she moans her pleasure.

There is so much I want to do to her, but right now I’ll make another orgasm. Our bodies slap together as we both race toward our orgasms. She is using her mouth on one nipple and her fingers on the other and switching, which feels fucking amazing. I can feel myself getting close so I reach down and pinch her clit. She screams against me and I do it again.

This time she screams as she arches her back as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy grips me even tighter and I only last a few minutes before my orgasm rips me apart. She collapses on me and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly to me. It takes a bit for us to get our breathing under control, but I finally press a kiss on the top of her head.

“Move in with me Ivy,” I whisper.

She rests her chin on my chest and her eyes bounce between mine. “Is that really what you want? I don’t want you to do it because I’m pregnant and you feel you need to.”

I sigh and push her hair off her face. “You being pregnant is why I want you to move in so quickly, but I do want you there, Ivy. I want to make things work so we can raise the baby together.”

She kisses my chest and gives me a small smile. “If I wasn’t pregnant you wouldn’t ask me to move in, right?”

Fuck. I can’t lie to her. “Not yet no, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eventually. You can argue it all you want, but the baby changes everything. He deserves two happy parents and you make me happy. Do I make you happy?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“So, move in with me. Let me take care of you both,” I say, rubbing my hands on her arms.

She swallows a few times but eventually nods. “Alright.”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “Fuck yes.”

She giggles and it makes me feel like I’m doing something right. “We still have a lot to learn about each other,” she says, quickly dropping her smile.

I sit up and pull her onto my lap. “Ask me anything,” I say.

“You can’t put me on the spot like that,” she says, glancing up at me. “What if I told you to ask me anything?”

I tighten my hold on her and rest my chin on the top of her head. “Have you ever been in love?”

She quiet for a minute and I imagine she’s remembering every great relationship she’s had. I know nothing about her dating life, family life, sex life. Just like she knows nothing about mine.

“No, I haven’t,” she whispers. “Have you?”

“I’ve loved but I’ve never been in love. What are your biggest fears?” I ask, hoping she just lets the love question go.

“You didn’t love Rachel?” she asks.

I close my eyes as I think about that question. It’s a simple no, but it’s creeping into my trust problems. I blow out a breath and open my eyes. “No, I didn’t love her.”

“Really?” she asks, moving off my lap and sitting next to me. She pulls the sheet around herself as she bites her lip. “You seemed kinda hung up on her.”

“She left me when I needed someone the most, so it fucking hurt.” I grab her hand and kiss her palm. Tell her the truth. “My trust issues have to do with being left. Everyone that I have ever cared for has left me in some fucked up way. She continued that pattern, so I resent her for it. I didn’t love her, I cared for her. When I tell you something, you don’t need to question if it’s the truth. I have no intention of lying to you. I’ll just say it again, I’ve loved before, but I’ve never been in love.”

If I want to try and make this work with her, I won’t lie to her. In order to trust someone, you have to be honest and know without fail that what they are saying is the truth. I’ve always told people how I feel, even if it hurt. It’s better than lying.

“I thought I was in love once, but he turned out to be an