Chapter 9

chapter

nine

Audrey

A sob gets caught in my throat at Jared's gentle, heartfelt words. To be on the receiving end of this man's love must be overwhelming.

At the sound I make, he looks up at me. So damn handsome. But even more amazing than his face and ridiculous body, is that heart of his.

He sees my tears and comes to his feet, then picks me up and carries me out of the kitchen. We end up in a bedroom—I'm assuming it's his when I see the size of the bed, covered in the no-nonsense navy blue quilt.

He lays me down, then climbs into the bed next to me. He opens his arms and I immediately curl into him, resting my head on his massive chest. I sigh, letting some of the stress from today melt away.

I feel the safest I've ever felt, wrapped in his arms. Despite the fact that my life flipped upside down today.

"I can give living here a trial run, I suppose," I say.

"I make excellent grilled cheese sandwiches."

"I might take you up on that."

"You sure you're not hungry now?" he asks. One hand rubs up and down my hip.

"No. I'm comfortable." Why does this feel natural?

"Do I make a good pillow?"

I laugh. "Not really. You're far too hard to be a pillow." My mention of his hardness has my gaze falling to the bulge behind his zipper.

He knows I'm looking so he reaches down and adjusts his jeans.

"Why are you hard right now?" I can't help but ask.

"Because having you this close does that to me."

The deep rumble of his voice vibrates against my ear. I realize in this moment, this is my most favorite place in the world. Snuggled up next to him with the rich timbre of his voice echoing through my body.

"Knowing that you're growing my baby is also an incredible turn on," he admits.

I tilt my head to look at him and our eyes lock. He bends and then we're kissing. I reach up around his neck and pull him closer to me. His tongue slicks over my lips and into my mouth. He growls into my mouth and rolls me so that I'm on my back and he's partially on top of me.

His lips trail down my throat.

"Why aren't we always kissing? We kiss well together," I say arching into his kisses.

He licks that tender part just below my ear. "Because you left. I filled you with my cum, and then I fell asleep holding you. When I woke up, you were gone."

I reach for the hem of his shirt to reach under it. I need to feel the heat of his skin. "I didn't want things to be awkward between us. I didn't want to see your face if you woke up and regretted it."

He leans up and looks at me, his whiskey-colored eyes molten with desire. "Regret you? Never."

Finally my hand breaches the layers of his shirts and I press my palm to his back.

I pull him back to a kiss and try to maneuver my body beneath his. I want to feel the weight of him pressing me into the bed.

"I haven't stopped thinking about that night. The way you took my cock," he murmurs. "The way you taste." He inches down my body until he reaches my jeans. Then he's flicking them open and peeling them down my legs.

"I've thought about it too. A lot." I sit up and take off my shirt, then my bra. "I want to see you this time. Take off your clothes."

He stands from the bed and pulls off his ball cap, setting it on the tall chest of drawers across the room. Then he's toeing off his boots and removing his clothes, one item at a time. It's like a silent strip tease.

I lean up on my elbows watching him. He is massive everywhere. Muscles upon muscles, tall and broad and so beautiful my mouth goes dry. He doesn't have a defined six pack on his stomach, no, that's a solid slab of sinew. A smattering of brown hair covers his chest and belly. I want to rub my cheek against it.

Finally he's completely naked, and damn, he is masculine perfection.

"I touched myself when I thought of us together," I admit.

He wraps a fist around the heavy root of his dick. "You're so sexy," he says.

Then he's climbing on the bed and wedging his shoulders between my thighs. I grip the bedding, waiting for that first touch. He spreads my pussy lips, and then his mouth is on me. His beard abrades me, but in the best way possible. His tongue teases at my entrance, circling around and then sliding in and out, ever so gently. I buck and rock, trying in vain to get his mouth on my clit.

He chuckles. " Kn?del , you are impatient."

"I need you to lick my clit."

"I know how to make you come. And I will decide when it happens. Be a good girl and be patient."

I whimper at those words.

"Your pussy floods when I call you ‘good girl.' Do you have a praise kink, my kn?del ?"

"I don't know. I just like it when you say it."

He sticks his tongue out and licks a line straight up to my clit all the while watching me with his golden eyes.

I shudder.

"I know what you need, Audrey. Trust me."

"I do."

He goes back to eating me, and it's so good, I think I might actually die.

"Please make me come," I beg.

He peers up at me. "Do you want to come on my mouth or my cock?"

"Your cock. I want your cock."

After giving my clit one last swirl of his tongue, he crawls up my body. I spread my legs to cradle his thick body. I feel the press of his erection.

"I don't want to put my full weight on you. Don't want to hurt the baby," he says. He gets himself into a sitting position, then maneuvers my body so we're sort of in a dual lotus position, my legs over his, our chests together, his hot dick pressing against my open core.

Then he's lifting me and notching his erection at my entrance. And then, slowly, we let gravity fully impale me on his cock.

"Goddammit," he says, his eyes closed. "Made for me. Your tiny hole takes my thick cock so well. My beautiful, good girl. My kn?del ."

His dumpling.

I know that's what it means, and in this moment, it doesn't give me pause. Normally it chafes a little, that little nod to me being plump. In this moment, though, it feels like us.

He uses his massive strength to fuck into me and I wrap myself tighter around him. My legs cross behind his body and pulling us this close together has my clit getting just the attention she needs. With every thrust the root of him presses against my needy button. It's not going to take me long to fall apart.

"Jared, you feel so good. How is it this good?"

"Because we were made to do this together," he says.

Two more thrusts and then I shatter. My orgasm bursts through me and I ride the pleasure.

"Christ, Audrey, your pussy is choking my dick. Fuck, I can't hold on."

He comes inside me with such a torrent it prolongs my climax. I shudder in his arms.

It's then that I realize what he said. "We were made to do this together." Not "We belong together."