14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Marketa

S ix days later, after keeping my dad away from all sites, thanks to Shawn’s warning, and trying to appease my dad, I told him we needed to go shopping.

My food cravings were becoming more intense, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off on not telling my dad I was pregnant. But once I did, I knew that would only open the flood gates even more for his anger and I wasn’t wanting that yet.

“Let’s go,” he told me, holding the door open for me.

“I got a list, and we need to stick to it.”

“God, when you say it like that, you remind me of your mom.”

I stuck my tongue out at him in response, making him laugh.

Fifteen minutes later, we walked into the store, and I frowned. I could have sworn I saw Shawn in the produce section.

“I’m going to go check out something, Dad, go ahead and get the bread.” He nodded and I left him, walking into the cold area and grinned as I saw my man. I walked up behind him, pressing my body against his back as I reached around to grab a cucumber.

“Hey now,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and smirking. “Watch yourself.”

“Sorry, I needed this for my salad. I think it’s long enough.”

I fought the laugh as his eyes danced at the innuendo and he glanced down.

“No, baby girl, I don’t think it’s long enough at all. Nor thick enough.”

“You’re probably right. Won’t do the trick. Should grab two. Can’t go wrong with an extra, more than enough ways to have it.”

Once more, his eyes flared and I had to bite my lip.

“Dangerous game,” he muttered, and I only shrugged before bagging the vegetable. “What else are you looking for? Maybe I can help you?”

“I was thinking of peaches, you know, to make a dessert after my salad.”

This time, he groaned as he passed by me, his hand squeezing my ass cheek.

“I don’t know, they seem kind of firm and I’m not sure you could use them right away. Though I’m sure they’re delicious.”

Fuck, he was just as good at this game as I was. Who said you couldn’t tease, flirt, and have very big innuendo PDA in a grocery store?

“Firm isn’t a bad thing. Lots of things are great when firm. I’m a licker and a sucker, so firm things are a plus for me.”

I watched as his eyes closed and had to bite back my own groan. Damn, I was freaking wet like no tomorrow.

“I still don’t think peaches are the way to go. Now, cherries,” he said, grabbing a bag of the sweet fruit, “those are delicious no matter what. Especially when you have it on your tongue for the first time.”

I had to clench my thighs together at that comment because I knew damn good and well what he was referring to.

“You don’t play fair,” I hissed, seeing my dad coming around the corner. I grabbed the fruit, making him laugh.

“Text me,” he whispered. “I have more naughty images in mind.”

I tossed him a look over my shoulder before my dad could see who I was talking to.

Home

I texted him, plopping down on my bed, grateful that my dad’s room was on the other side of the house.

Yay. So, you’re free?

Of course. I’m tucked in my room, snuggled up in my bed.

I hit send, waiting a few moments, and slowly frowning at the lapse of time.

I nearly jumped as the phone vibrated with an incoming Facetime call.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, easily seeing him lounging in his bed.

“Funny, I’m trying with all my might to get rid of this damn hard on I had that someone gave me.”

“Proof, or it didn’t happen.”

I bit my lip as he flipped the camera, showing him in nothing more than a pair of basketball shorts, with a tent for sure.

“You did that, Shorty.”

“Don’t be blaming me! I just…well I….”

“Oh, please do go on,” he told me, and I couldn’t fight the blush.

“I can tell you how I would help you,” I teased.

“Share, Shorty.”

I licked my lips then eyed him. “First, I’d slip my hands in those shorts then grab your length, slowly stroking you.”

“Like this?” he asked, slipping his own hand in and grabbing his dick. Fuck, that was just about the hottest thing I’ve seen.

“Lose the shorts,” I demanded.

“Lose the clothes,” he tossed back. I quickly chucked everything off and laid back down, letting my camera roll over me. My fingers followed along, and I stopped at my nipple rolling it between my fingers. “Fuck, they’re already hard. I want them in my mouth.”

“Yeah, what else do you want in your mouth?”

“Your cunt.” I had to rub my legs together to try and stop the wetness from leaking out. “Let me see my pussy, baby.” I hesitated. Sure, the other night the lights were on, but there were still ways to distract him from the bump I now had. I could cover them with clothes, but not naked. “Show. Me. Your. Pussy,” he growled and instantly, I shifted.

That growl had me obeying. I tried my best to angle it in a flattering way, but there was no use.

“Holy shit, it’s weeping. How I’d love to have my tongue buried there. Rub your fingers over your center, show me what you like, Shorty.”

“Yes, Shawn,” I moaned, moving my fingers to my cunt, and pushing two in. “Ah,” I cried out, bucking my hips upward.

“Fuck, so hot, so gorgeous. Keep pumping. Let me hear those cries of passion. Let me see those fingers fuck that pussy that belongs to me.”

Once more, his dirty and possessive words had me losing my mind.

“Look at what you do to me, Marketa.”

I opened my eyes to look at him, seeing him fisting his angry cock and stroking it hard.

“That’s all for me?”

“All for you baby. I’m close.”

“Me too,” I whimpered, still pumping. “This cunt that’s yours, it’s begging for you, Shawn. My fingers aren’t enough.”

“Imagine their mine. Add another one, and rub your clit, now.”

Once more, I obeyed the command in his voice and heard him draw in a breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I started chanting, listening to him join in and soon, my hips were off the bed, and I was coming all over my hand. I opened my eyes, seeing his dick spraying his come and I moaned. “I want to lick that.”

“As do I.”

I gave him a wicked smirk as I stuck my juice coated fingers in my mouth and stared at him.

“Fuck me, Marketa!” He leaned his head back and chuckled. “I think that might have been one of the most intimate acts I’ve ever done.”

“Same.” I closed my eyes, content for the moment, then turned on my side. “I want you to lay with me.”

“We need to tell him, Marketa.”

“I know. I’m working on it. Sleep well.”

“You too. Oh, and Shorty?”

“Yeah?’ I lazily answered, close to letting sleep claim me.

“I know what you were doing when you were trying to hide the bump. But don’t ever do that. That bump, on you, it’s one of the sexiest things. You’re one of the sexiest things. It’s a way the universe lets me know you belong to me.”