Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Kim

Sleeping late, I wake up to the sound of the blender. A smile tugs at my lips as I stretch, my body sore.

Sex with Leo is equivalent to hours of dancing in terms of stiff muscles.

I hear him coming up the stairs and I pick my head up to look around the massive bedroom I am in. Its space is made even bigger by the muted creams it's been decorated with. Thick carpet covers the floor and gauzy linen curtains adorn the windows.

He called this place mine, but I know he isn't giving me a house.

Still, it's nice to think that he plans to be part of the baby's life and that he's willing to help. And for now, I'm going to take this opportunity to figure some things out.

First on the list, finishing my degree.

Working at Temptation isn't going to be an option after last night, which means I need money for school.

I hate asking men for things. It feels like I'm just setting myself up for disappointment when I do, but as Leo enters the room wearing nothing but a pair of athletic pants, I sit up, stretching.

He stops in the door, his eyes scanning down my naked torso.

I grin because, despite the amazing view of this shirtless man, he's made two spinach smoothies, one smaller, and one very large. "For me?" I ask, stretching my arms over my head as my stomach grumbles. I'm so hungry and a smoothie sounds amazing.

"For you," he answers, moving deeper into the room. "After you're done, I've got something else for you."

"What's that?"

He glances down to his groin and my eyes follow, noting the very large erection already tenting his pants. I laugh as he reaches the bed and I extend my hand for the smoothie.

He pulls it back, not letting me take it as he leans over and captures my mouth in a fierce but brief kiss.

Then he pulls away and hands me my smoothie.

I take it, drinking several long swallows. I hate asking for things, but I can't just think about me.

I want Leo's promise about sticking around to be true. But if I take this favor now, I'll be better able to take care of the baby, no matter what happens. And that has me drawing in a fortifying breath as I lower my smoothie.

"Leo?"

He takes his first sip of his smoothie before he lowers his glass too, his brow furrowing. "You sound very serious."

"I…" I lick my lips, drawing in a deep breath. "I need to ask a favor."

"Hell has frozen over."

I smile, my chin dipping. "You're not wrong. But…" I draw in a deep breath as his hand skims down my ribs to settle into the curve of my waist. "I'd really like to finish my degree and I'm short on cash?—"

"Done."

I blink back my surprise. "Done?"

"How much?" He crosses to a small desk in the corner and opens a drawer, pulling out his checkbook.

"How did you know your checkbook would be in there?" I ask, rising from the bed.

"I told you, Roman is ridiculously good with the details." He takes out a pen, pulling the cap off with his teeth and then starts writing.

"Well, I have two thousand from that first night, so I'd need three more to pay for the class."

Leo looks back at me with narrowed eyes. "Kim."

"What?"

He shakes his head. "I'll write the check for twenty."

"Twenty dollars?"

"Twenty thousand."

I nearly choke on my next swallow of smoothie. "Leo, I couldn't possibly?—"

"You can and you will. Think of it as fun money. You see a crib you want to buy, you buy it. Maternity clothes. Get your nails done. I don't care."

"Leo. You're not my?—"

"If you say I'm not your boyfriend, I don't care if you're pregnant, I will put you over my knee."

I get instantly wet, like soaking wet as I stop in front of him. I'm tempted to say it just so he does it. "You'd spank me, daddy?"

I don't know why I call him this. It just pops out.

But he tosses the checkbook to the side, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me roughly against him.

With fumbling hands, I set my smoothie on the desk, my appetite for food forgotten.

I love having my legs wrapped around his waist. I don't know why but it's both a place of power and vulnerability. I'm totally open to him and yet also wrapped around him and I don't hesitate as I wrap my arms and legs around his torso, coming off the ground, pressing my pussy to his cock in the best way.

His hand lifts from my ass, only to smack against the soft flesh…hard. I feel the sting, pleasure rocketing through me as I arch to grind against his cock still covered by his athletic pants.

His hand smacks my ass several more times, the pain only increasing the pleasure. The thing about being an athlete, which dancers are, is that gratification always comes with pain and my pleasure is only amplified by the sting.

Grabbing my stinging red ass cheek with one hand, his palm presses flat against me, his fingers dig into my flesh, he uses his other hand to yank down his pants.

They don't even make it to his thighs before he's thrusting inside me, his hard length filling me so full that I scream out my pleasure.

He spins us, and bending us both, my back lands flat on the desk as he thrusts into me again causing the entire desk to shake.

I know the desk is well made, everything in this house is, and I might wonder if the force he's fucking me with should cause the piece to rattle like that, but I'm too busy being thoroughly and roughly ravaged as he grabs my hips and sets a pace that turns my body molten.

I cry out at the pleasure over and over, the desk biting into my back in the best way.

I know I'm getting loud, I can't help it, Leo does that to me. My orgasm is building as I scratch at his forearms, keeping him as tight to my body as I can.

I'm going to cum, I can feel it building as I squeeze my eyes shut, my entire body so taut, I feel like I might break.

Stars appear behind my lids and I finally orgasm, screaming out as I cum.

Leo roars out an orgasm of his own, pumping into me over and over as I feel him filling me.

I can barely move as he collapses on top of me.

"I'd better check with the doctor," he murmurs into my collarbone.

"About?"

"Fucking you like that…" His hands are sliding up and down my body, the lion turned cub now that he's emptied inside of me.

I shake my head. "I seriously doubt that sex, even sex like that, hurts a group of cells the size of a pin head."

But I appreciate his worry. He wraps his arms under me and lifts me. I groan softly, all the pain plus some new aches making me creak as I move.

Leo winces. "We'll have to take a break from hard sex on hard surfaces," he murmurs into my ear.

"I'll be fine. I'm used to recovery time after a hard workout."

"How about a hot bath to soothe some of those aches?"

I smile against his cheek as he carries me into the bathroom. He starts the tub and gently sets me down when a hard knock sounds on our bedroom door.

His face goes hard, as he takes my hand and helps me into the bath. "I'll be right back, baby."

Baby… And he wonders why I called him daddy.

He closes the bathroom door as I sink into the water, but I don't relax. Who is it? Is something wrong?

Leo appears again, athletic pants back on. "Mason is here. I'm going to talk to him while you finish your bath, baby. Take your time."

And then he disappears again.

But I start washing myself in earnest. As much as I'd like a long soak, the brothers are going to be talking about what happened last night and what to do next. And I'd like to hear some of what they have to say.