Chapter 12

It's not even dawn when I show up on his doorstep, my mind racing yet somehow determined. I'm letting Layla's words be my guiding force. I feel like my body—and not my heart—are going to drive this train, and I think that's the right way to take it. She said I'd know in my gut the right call, and I feel like I do.

At least I hope I do.

Fuck, my gut's been a stupid bitch in the past, allowing me to fall for Zane.

You're saying he's willing to risk his new job, possibly the only one he can get with a history like that and no reference coming from Mayo to have a baby with you?

He's not the only one risking everything, but all that means is we'll have to fight harder to keep it. But the risk is worth the reward if this all works out.

The door swings open and there is freaking Bennett, his dark hair in wild disarray, his deep blue eyes smoky and sleep-covered, and his body, well his body is a work of goddamn art. The only thing he's wearing are gym shorts, which leave plenty of smooth, golden, naked chest landscape for me to ogle. Stacked bricks of muscle and a honed chest sweep up into built shoulders, biceps, and triceps that put NFL players to shame.

I might be drooling. I might not even know how to stop. What sort of crazy bitch cheats on a man who looks like this?

"Hey," he rasps, rubbing the top of his head and making his hair stick up even more. "Are you really here or am dreaming? It's been a long night of very little sleep."

I walk straight into his house, loving that he's also suffering from a sleepless night. It tells me the talk we had last night is weighing on his mind as much as it is mine. It tells me it's everything to him the way it is to me.

"I have a few things I need to ask, and then I have to tell you something after that."

"Okay." He closes and locks the door and then leads me into the living room, offering me a seat that I decline because I'm far too worked up to sit, let alone sit still.

"You're almost naked."

He glances down at his body and then back up at me. And he smirks. A fucking devilishly delicious smirk that makes my stupid nipples harden. "Is that one of the things you need to ask me?"

"No, that was a statement and a fact."

"I'm wearing shorts," he points out.

"And no shirt."

His thumb glides along his bottom lip in a move that should be illegal for how wet it makes me. Clearly my body has made up its mind and says we're a go for launch.

"I wasn't expecting you to be on my doorstep before dawn. Or at all, for that matter. I'll run upstairs and put on a shirt."

I can't even with that. Who on the planet Earth would ever want him to do that?

"Absolutely not. Stay where you are, or I might lose my nerve. It just caught my attention and sidetracked me because you, well, you look like that." I wave a hand up and down his body, swirling my finger around to indicate his abs.

"Should I ask what that means?"

I throw him a look. "Don't play coy, Bennett. You know exactly what you look like."

He grips the back of his neck and lifts his shoulders in a self-deprecating way, though in doing so it makes the muscles of his arms bunch and Jesus, can he just stop it already? Maybe he should go and put on a shirt. Arms are my total lady porn, and he has some of the best I've seen.

"Sorry. Sometimes I can't help myself when it comes to flirting with you. And honestly, I'm so fucking nervous I can hardly breathe. The floor is yours, Katy, and I'll answer anything you ask."

I start to pace my way through his living room, which is gorgeous and expertly decorated with what appears to be expensive furniture. It's not a place where children can play without ruining or breaking something. I wonder if he's the sort of guy who cares about things like that. Like will he have forbidden furniture and rooms children can't play in and freak out when they do?

"Do you like this room?"

"Huh?" He scratches the back of his head again and wipes some sleep from his eyes as he surveys the space around him. "Uh, I don't know. I mean, I guess it's okay. I've never given it much thought. This is the longest I've ever spent time in here. Formal spaces aren't exactly my thing."

Great answer.

I turn on him. "Are you a good man? Because I told my uncle Callan, who no joke risked his entire world for guardianship of me, that you were. Are you the sort of man who would risk everything and anything for his child the way it seems you're doing to try to have one?"

He steps forward and grasps both of my upper arms, stopping my pacing. "Yes," he says unequivocally. "I swear, every accusation those women said about me was a lie."

"I believe you." I believed him before. That question wasn't even about that, and I hurt for him that he thought I was questioning that.

"I can't tell you how relieved I am that you do. I think of myself as a good man. The sort of man who would do anything for those he loves and cares about. I'd be that man for you, too. It's not just for our children." He licks his lips, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine. "I'd protect you the same way I'd protect them. And if anything came down from this, I'd make sure I take the heat for it. Not you."

Fuck. I wish he hadn't said that because my chest is inflating like a balloon and my stomach is like a bounce house on crack. But then I catch on that word…

"Children?"

He smirks and then immediately wipes at it as if he didn't mean to say that and is embarrassed that I caught it.

"You know, if that's how it ends up." His grin goes lopsided, and his chin dimple pops. "I've always sort of dreamed about twins, but I know that's my own thing and not reality."

The man not only dreams about having kids but twins?! Gah. My ovaries are punching my stomach, screaming at me to get with the program and let this man impregnate me.

My heart thrashes in my chest, but it's the good kind of thrashing. The kind of thrashing that comes with excitement and nerves and knowing you're about to embark on something that will change your life—hopefully for the better—forever. But it's also the kind of thrashing that's telling me to do this.

I'm trusting my gut. I just hope I don't live to regret it.

I have a million more questions, and we have so much more to discuss, but for the life of me, I can't think of anything else except, "Bennett, I'm ovulating."

"What?" he manages as if the words don't make sense.

"I realized I'm ovulating. It's thirteen days from my last period, and not only am I on a twenty-six-day cycle, but I always get a twinge in my lower quadrant on the side I'm ovulating on when I'm ovulating, and I felt that twinge earlier today on my left side."

"A twinge?"

I nod.

His dark eyes give a quick sweep of my body. "You're ovulating? Right now?"

Another nod.

"And that's why you're here at four thirty in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Katy, are you telling me?—"

"We're doing this. I want to do this." A smile cracks clear across my face, and that balloon in my chest is so big I could burst with it as I say those words. Holy shit. We really are doing this. And clearly we're doing this naturally, otherwise why would I be here right now? I'm not only saying yes to having a baby with him, but to sex to make that baby.

Stupid or not, that's how this is going to go.

He takes a hasty step toward me, only to pull back as if he's still unsure. "I'm about to maul you right here in my living room unless you tell me to stop. I want to knock you up, Katy. But also, I seriously want to fuck you. You have no idea how beautiful you are right now. Tell me to stop or we're doing this. If you're saying yes, we're going to start trying to make a baby right now."

I don't make a sound. I'm searching for the voice that's telling me not to do this, but I can't find it anywhere.

He rushes forward, his chest against mine, his hand on my jaw, demanding my full focus. "Tell me to stop, Katy, or I'm going to fuck you. I don't even care about a contract. We can figure that out after, but you're here and you're telling me you're ovulating, and I want this and you so fucking badly I can hardly breathe or think rationally. You understand if I fuck you, if I knock you up, that baby will be mine, and you will be too."

My ovaries are legit exploding right now. Possessive caveman types are my total weakness.

"Fuck me, and let's see how you do with knocking me up."

"Oh, sweetheart." He picks me up by my thighs and presses my pussy straight against his hard cock. "You feel that? I've been hard since I set eyes on you again. Katy, I'm going to come in you so many times you'll leak me in the middle of surgery two days from now. I will knock you up. It's not a matter of if, but when."

I have no idea why that's so hot, but it is.

"Do you have any idea the dirty things I want to do to you? You have to tell me if it's too much or if I'm too rough because the way I'm feeling right now cannot be contained."

His delicious promise ignites a wildfire of pure, uncontained desire inside me.

My hands get lost in the back of his hair, and I stare into his blue eyes, so dark and riled with lust and determination, but also caution and possibly a touch of an apology, and my empty core clenches. God, I can already tell he's going to be so good.

My breathing grows erratic, and I slam my lips against his. "I want all your dirty, all your rough, all your unhinged. Fuck me like you need to fuck me, Bennett, and don't worry about being gentle. I can take anything you can unleash and more. Hell, I'll likely beg for it."

He groans. "You're a fucking dream, Katy. My dream."

His hands slide up and squeeze my ass as his tongue roves against mine, moving fast like he's starving for me. Urgently, he walks us around his living room, nearly tripping over a random piece of furniture I don't care enough about to open my eyes and see. He curses against my lips, but then he has me pinned against the wall. My hands roam his heated skin, sliding over honed muscles and loving how they flex and bulge under my touch.

"You're going to be such a fun secret to keep," he murmurs against me. "But the best part about right now is that we won't know if you're pregnant for another two weeks."

A ripple of fear shoots through me with that, because I know what he's saying and I know why he's saying it. We've barely started, and yet his kisses are honeyed and drugging and the thought of having a naughty secret, of sneaking around and fucking like rabbits is deliciously wicked and fun sounding. If he fucks the way he kisses—which I suspect he does—then I'll be addicted to this in no time.

But how do I stop and how do I not grow attached?

This was my idea, and I came here this morning for this exact thing. So I guess I need to put his dick where my mouth is and vagina up so to speak. I can worry about the other stuff when I have to.

He sucks on my bottom lip, and I moan, feeling the thick, hard ridge of his cock glide just the right way and in just the right spot against my pussy. I tighten my legs around his waist and hold him closer, moving my head and attacking his mouth with a voraciousness I don't know how to slow. He matches me, our tongues dueling in a fight where we both win.

Only all too quickly, I succumb to his domination, reveling in the way he controls and overpowers me.

He sets one leg on the floor, freeing up a hand he uses to rip my T-shirt up and over my head. With one leg still pinned around his hip, I grind myself forward, humping up and down in a mindless flurry as I press against him, wanting us chest to chest and groaning in frustration when I realize I'm still wearing a bra.

He laughs against me, breaking the kiss, both of us panting for dear life. "We should go upstairs."

I nod. "Definitely." I grab the back of his head and drag him back in, practically climbing him as I kiss him like he's fucking candy and cake, only better since kissing him won't kill me or require a massive insulin shot.

Pressing me back into the wall, he rips down the cup of my bra, exposing one naked breast to him. His mouth takes full advantage, closing over my pebbled nipple and sucking hard on it.

"Fuck," I hiss when he brings his teeth into the action and drives me higher with their sharp sting and the sweet bliss of his tongue when he soothes it away. I close my eyes, my back arching against the wall to give him better access. His fingers slip up through the bottoms of my jean shorts and straight into my thong, finding my pussy wet and open for him.

"Double fuck," he growls, dropping his forehead to my chest and breathing hard. He licks my nipple, then pulls back and looks up at me through impossibly dark lashes as he slides two fingers into me. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about doing this to you. What your face would look like as I did."

He slides me a sexy grin and a shiver licks my spine as the ache between my thighs, the one he's stoking, intensifies.

His fingers move in and out of me, and then he brings his thumb up, using it to rub my clit, and my eyes screw up tight.

"You're so tight, Katy. Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. Your cunt can barely handle two of my fingers. I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

My lungs empty as without warning he spins me away from the wall and over to a nearby chair where he pushes me against the back of it.

"Hold on. You're going to need it for support."

"What—"

His mouth covers mine once more as he undoes my bra, but then he's kissing his way down my jaw, over my tits, going lower down my body until he's on his knees and eye level with my pussy. "I gotta taste you." I don't know if he's talking to me or my pussy, but right now, I don't care. The button and zipper of my shorts are undone, and they slip down my legs, pooling at my feet, but my focus is entirely on Bennett, who is staring straight at the tiny scrap of lace covering me.

He nuzzles in, taking a deep inhale and licking at my panties, sucking my clit and using the fabric for extra friction.

"Fuck, Bennett." I grab the top of his dark hair with one hand, holding onto the back of the chair with the other, because now I know exactly what he meant when he said I'm going to need it for support. His hands meet my inner thighs, and he spreads them wider, forcing my feet apart, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him, and he takes one foot out of the jean shorts that were handcuffing my ankles and places it over his shoulder.

His fingers twine the hem of my panties, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, stifling my cry as he rips them straight off, exposing me fully to him.

"Christ, you're goddamn perfect," he murmurs, almost to himself, then swirls his tongue around my opening and groans. "Fuck, Katy. Just fuck. Your cunt tastes so fucking good."

"So glad to hear it. Now eat me, Bennett. Eat my pussy till I see fucking stars." I roll my hips, punctuating my point and making him smile against my wet, heated flesh.

"Oh, sweetheart," he says sinisterly. "You have no idea all that's coming for you."

That's part of what scares me about him, but right now, I'm too turned on to care.

He smacks my clit with his wet fingers, and holy Christmas, what is that and why is it so good? He does it again, two more times, each time harder than the last until I'm a writhing, panting mess.

Heat blazes up my body, flushing my skin, and when he finally sucks my clit straight into his mouth, I cry out, my clit more than just a little sensitive from him spanking it. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick it and I gasp, my knees buckling. I abandon his hair in favor of holding onto the back of the chair with both hands. He flashes me a smug smirk, palming my ass and squeezing it possessively.

Two fingers slide back inside me, pumping hard and fast, and my eyes roll back in my head. He's going so hard, sucking my clit and warming me with his hot breath as he fucks me into such a frenzy, I can hardly get my bearings.

"Oh, God," I whimper as he starts dragging his tongue up and down my pussy, rolling my clit in between passes. He nudges my thighs wider, demanding I open myself up fully to him so he can kiss and bite and lick every inch of me. His fingers slide out, the sound so fucking wet, and the second I think he's about to stop, he smacks my clit and shoves his tongue inside me until I scream.

My pussy pulses, my clit throbs, and I can't think about anything else other than the burning need to come. His pace is brutal. The way he works his fingers either on my clit or inside me, switching off with his tongue until I can't keep track. All I can do is feel and beg for more. His fingers pump and plunge and fuck, taking without asking or offering mercy.

I glance down, feeling just the tip of his tongue, such a stark contrast to what he was doing seconds ago, and find him staring up at me.

His lips are wet, coated in me, and his eyes are predatory, almost primal, but also filled with awe as he watches me lose my mind. "Keep going, Katy. Show me how sexy my girl is when she loses control and gives it all to me. I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue, and then I'm going to fuck you till you do it again on my cock."

"Yes. Don't stop. I want it. I want more of it."

He laps at my clit, swirling it with his tongue as his fingers find that spot inside me and vigorously rub. All I can do is hold onto the fucking chair as he eats me out better than anyone ever has before. I can't even speak. It's impossible to form words, only sounds.

"I'm going to fuck you here from behind. Nice and deep. I want you screaming my name, but then I'm going to take you upstairs and watch as you ride me. I want your perfect tits to bounce as you take every inch of my cock you can."

Jesus. His mouth. His wicked, diabolical, sinful mouth.

His fingers dig into my ass, his grip so firm I know I'll have marks on my soft flesh. It makes me moan and rock into his face, craving more of him, as much as I can get. His lips claim my clit, and his fingers continue to hit me exactly where I need them to, and I lose it right here in his formal living room. My back bows and my hands grip the chair so tight I'm shocked I'm not cracking the wood as I come and come, all over his face, riding him to the very edge of my sanity.

My legs are mush, shaky and unsteady as I sag back, my eyes still closed and my dopey smile unstoppable. Fuck, that man did what I asked him to. He ate me out until I saw freaking stars. With one last kiss on my pussy, he stands and starts attacking my mouth. I taste myself on him, salty and sweet, and though part of me seriously wants to return the favor, that's not why I'm here. That's not why we're doing this.

I tug at the hem of his track shorts and shove them down over his narrow hips and sensational ass until his cock springs free. I grip him in my hand, loving his heady groan, but then I pull back and stare down at him, pumping him in a steady rhythm as I do.

"Bennett…" I trail off, staring at his dick in my hand, then slowly climbing up to his dusky eyes and flushed face. "Um."

"You can take it." His lips layer against mine, licking them with an arrogant smile all over his. "You're plenty wet, and I promise, not only will I fit, but it'll feel so fucking good when I'm all the way inside you."

I pant out a strained laugh. God, I hope so. I really, seriously hope so. Because he's huge. And I'm not even just saying that. He's like over ten freaking inches long, not to mention thick.

He spins me around, forcing me over the back of the chair, and starts palming my ass cheeks. "Come on, Katy," he plays, his voice taunting and menacing. "How much can you take? How much of my cock can we force into your tight little cunt before you beg for mercy?"

My eyes roll, and my toes curl into his soft gray area rug. I give my ass a little wiggle because even though he is huge, I never back down from a dare or a challenge—something I get the feeling he's learning about me.

"That'll never happen." I look over my shoulder at him. "You may be big, but I'm going to take every inch of you and fuck it like a gold medalist. By the end of this, I'll own you."

He gives my ass a solid smack. One cheek and then the other. "We'll see who owns who when this is all done."