Holding her by her hair, I licked her neck. My nose was in her ear, my voice gritty and thick. “Tell me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” she said softly, writhing on my shaft as I pinned her, not moving.
“Louder.”
“Fuck me!” she sobbed, fingers spreading on the wall.
Bringing my lips to the deep groove between her shoulders, I breathed out. “That's what I needed to hear.”
Sliding back, we both heard her wetness. Nix was dripping; I looked down, holding her hips and enjoying the sight. My cock was shining with her juice, and I was leaving fingerprints across her plump skin.
Driving into her, I groaned and threw my head back. Holy hell! She felt too good, pleasure spiking through my body. My cock swelled, the sensation leaving me breathless.
Nix wanted to slam her thighs back into me, desperate for the entirety of my length. I held her steady, my muscles flexing to keep my control. “I set the pace, babe. I'll fill this pretty pussy with my cum when I'm ready.”
She watched me, hazy with bliss. Leaning in, I thumbed her lower lip open, nibbling. I didn't know what I preferred; the taste of her pussy or her mouth.
Again and again, I thrust inside of her. She clung to me with her wet walls, sucking at me, begging me to stay deep. My speed made her thrum from being forced to endure the careful pace. I was holding back. I didn't want to finish yet.
I didn't... want this to end.
I don't want US to end.
Why was I scared of that?
Because you remember how it hurt to lose someone you loved.
Gritting my teeth, I bent my head and shut my eyes. Stop. Stop that right fucking now. Sex was supposed to bury those memories. Numb me from the sensation of joy... of longing...
Love.
But here I was, wrapped up with Nix, and my escape plan was failing. Being close to her was doing the opposite of what sex was for. Quenching my urges should have made me forget anything and everything that tied me to my emotions.
Nix was forcing me to experience all of it.
Breathing through my nose, I held her closer. I didn't want to see her face, I longed for the darkness behind my eyelids.
She made a noise, and I fucked up—I looked at her again.
Her eyes were shining, every barrier of hers torn away so I could see the genuine need in her stare. That look was for me. I'd done that to her, and she was letting me see into her heart.
The wave of heat I was riding finally crashed. My prick jerked inside of her, filling her to capacity. Tension spread through her pussy, distributing over me like a second skin. That connection left me seeing far away planets.
“Fuck!” I shouted, not caring that everyone for miles might hear. Nix vibrated, squeezing me as she came on my cock. Her nails left marks on the wall, hair hiding her face in a wild spray of copper color.
Throwing my head back, I stroked inside of her quicker—less controlled. Pressure expanded in my lower belly, electric pleasure moving through me until it brushed the veins of my swollen cock.
Shuddering, I hissed, “I'm going to fill you the fuck up, Nix. This pussy is mine... you're mine... I...” Trailing off, I dug my hands into her hips. Locking her against that wall, I shot warm, creamy seed inside of her.
Nix had stopped trying to be quiet; she screamed, thrashing through her orgasm, riding mine out. Every pulse of my cock made her twitch. Every twitch she gave back made my heart spasm.
“Abell...” She said my name like she was making a wish.
Looking down, I realized that at some point, I'd switched the position of my hands. My palm was cradling her tummy, holding her possessively.
How long had we been standing like this? Holding each other up, the white folds of her wedding dress tickling our skin?
I didn't know. Time had stopped being reliable.
Something slid over the top of my fingers; Nix's nails. She clasped me against her stomach, holding me there. The ringing in my ears went on, neither of us speaking.
What did we just do? I wondered if I was insane. She could be pregnant.
And that... that should have bothered me.
She traced her touch over my hand. On some unspoken cue, she fell away, and I backed up—freeing her.
She isn't free.
If I'd just knocked her up, neither of us would be free from the other. For years... for our whole lives... something would tie us together that was stronger than a marriage vow.
Nix straightened up, her dress falling around her hips as she faced me. The lights in the stall were subtle, but under them, she looked like a queen. A snow queen, I thought. No. Fire.
Both.
She was hot in all the right ways, and her chill kept her from burning out. Nix was the perfect balance.
Lifting her eyes to mine, she hesitated. A flicker of uncertainty passed between us in the air. This was where it would all fall apart. Now that the blinding rush of sex was gone, what could keep us from seeing how wrong we were to be doing this?
Nix pressed a hand to her belly and said, “Now you have to marry me.”
I froze. “What?”
“If I'm pregnant... we have to do this. There's no turning back now.” She was staring me down, almost feral in her edginess. She wasn't asking me a question, but I knew, deep down, she really was.
She wanted to know if I'd run away.
It was what I'd always done. It kept me safe from being hurt.
And from hurting anyone else.
My feet moved; the small distance was erased. Curling my arms around her, I searched her face until I could have drawn it from memory. Nix was stiff, waiting for me to answer before she would relax.
“I already told you,” I said softly, “You're my future wife. You belong to me.”
Under my touch, she collapsed. Her arms circled me, temple landing on my chest. It was the position we'd held at the party, hiding away in that secret room. Only this time, when we kissed...
We didn't stop.
- Chapter Eleven -
Nix
I'd done it.
I'd literally fucked my way into trouble.
Every calculated decision I'd made in my life, it had run screaming out the door after what I'd done—what we'd done—in that stall.
Abell had broken our agreement.
He'd had sex with me again.
And I...
I was just as much to blame.
Brushing the zipper of my jacket, I cradled my stomach. I hadn't just slept with Abell Birch, playboy extraordinaire. I'd also let him cum inside of me.
I could be pregnant.
Never in my life had I thought about having kids. My parents had soured me on the idea with how they'd treated me and Gram.
But there was an upside to their denial of the typical fuzzy and fun childhood. They'd raised me to be a perfect marketing genius, a woman who could run their company. I hadn't wanted to be a mother, or a wife, or anyone but a top CEO.
Until now.
Shivering in the early morning breeze, I watched my feet as I walked. The world around me felt distant, almost fake. Nothing held my focus except my hazy future with Abell.
I need to talk to him.
We'd said so many words while my wedding dress had hung off of me like the husk of a flower. The questions I still had... the worries... had bloomed full force over the past few days.
This stuff wasn't phone call material.
I had to see him in person.
Approaching his apartment, I lifted my eyes. It was early, I assumed he wouldn't be awake yet. I'd barely slept, myself.