A gamine smile spreads across my face, and I step into him. “Oh, come on, Bodie. You know what I’m doing. I’m getting ready to get fucked. It’s why we come to The Wicked Horse, right?”
His chocolate-brown eyes look past me to the group I’d been headed toward before coming back to me. “If you want to get fucked, I’ll be glad to do the honors. It’s not like I can get you any more pregnant.”
I gasp, but I don’t know if it’s from outrage or desire. I pretend I’m offended, though, and pull against his hold. “I don’t need your help to get fucked.”
Bodie’s hand tightens. He gives me a little jerk, and I fall into his body. My free hand goes to his chest to steady myself. His heartbeat thunders under my palm.
“There are plenty of women in here for you, Bodie,” I grit out. There’s no doubt he’s been fucking other women in here the last several weeks since our encounter, but I can’t hold it against him. We had no claims on each other.
My head tilts way back to look at him, and the intensity of his gaze makes my legs go weak. I almost sag against him when he brings his free hand to my stomach. Fingers splayed, he presses it against me and murmurs, “That’s my kid in there, so things have changed a bit. No one’s dick but mine gets near him. Or her. Whichever.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I sputter, now offended he would think he could dictate what my body can and can’t have in it. I ignore the way my sex starts to throb.
Bodie puts his mouth near my ear. His lips tickle my sensitive skin, and his words cause my panties to get wet. “Come on, Hart. What we did was great, and you know it. I’ll make it even better. I’ve been reading up on pregnancy, and I know your hormones are going crazy. I’ll gladly fuck you anytime you want.”
My clit starts to pulse, and I have to force myself not to spread my legs for him. I manage to huff out in feigned offense, “Not interested.”
The hand on my stomach drops and dips under my dress. Before I can even think to slam my legs closed against him, he inches a finger under my panties and slides it through my wet folds. My knees buckle, and he holds me upright just by his hold on my wrist.
“All evidence to the contrary,” he murmurs triumphantly.
I open my mouth to argue, but his finger slides into me deep. Nothing comes out but a long, needy moan. My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed.
Bodie’s mouth goes to my neck where his lips whisper against my skin. “Mmm. So wet for me, Hart.”
“Not for you,” I mutter even as my hips rotate to get him to move inside of me.
He chuckles, and the confidence in his voice is grating. “All for me.”
Pulling his finger out, he presses the pad all slick with my juices against my clit and starts to torture me with tiny circles. I buck against him. He finally releases my wrist, only to bring that hand to my waist to pin me in place against him.
“Let’s see how fast I can get you off,” he drawls in a low voice. I raise my head, open my eyes, and glare at him defiantly. He grins back at me. “You can act like you don’t like this all you want, baby, but I know different.”
“Shut up, Wright,” I growl, one hand going behind his neck. “And do what you promised.”
His grin goes wider. “That’s my girl.”
I am so not his girl, but I almost cry in relief as his mouth crashes down on mine and his finger flutters against my clit, dipping periodically inside to get more slicked up.
I raise a leg, hook it around his just below his ass, and rock into him. He groans into our kiss, and then shoves two fingers into me deeply. Twisting his hand a bit, his thumb hits my clit. Within moments, I’m coming hard and crying into his mouth.
Bodie groans and picks me up, his fingers still lodged deep inside of me, the other hand supporting my ass. My legs lock around his waist and he walks me over to a wall, pinning me hard against it.
My hands dive to his jeans and I rip them open, pulling his swollen cock out. My thumb grazes the pre-cum on the top briefly, but only because Bodie raises me up and settles my pussy against him. He plunges in at the same time he jerks me down, hammering home, and the air is knocked out of my lungs.
Tilting his head, he darts his tongue out, licking the tip of my ear before clamping his teeth on it. I growl and buck, but he starts to fuck me so hard I can only hang on for the ride. He grunts like an animal during every deep thrust, and another orgasm starts to curl inside of me.
“Mmm, Hart,” he breathes hotly into my ear while his cock tunnels into me so deep I’m seeing stars. “Love this pussy.”
God, I love his cock. And his words. And everything.
“You know what really gets me?” he pants as he continues to fuck me against the wall.
“What?” I manage to gasp, hovering on the edge of a brutal release.
“Your cunt is so sweet and tight, but I know that ass is going to be even tighter. Can’t wait to feel that on my cock.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I start to come, completely embarrassed his words are what tip me over the edge. When a man’s words have power over me, I know it means I’m in deep trouble, because, frankly… no man has ever provoked such a response with just his voice.
In this moment, as my orgasm consumes me, I realize I’m in over my head with this man. The pregnancy just complicates it more.
“Best of all…” he gloats as my body shudders in ecstasy. Plunging in hard, he strikes deep and goes still, groaning against my neck, “Is coming inside this pussy.”
Bodie grinds against me, and I can feel his orgasm ripple up his back while he’s coming. He curses and grunts, thrusting shallowly against me while my muscles contract to milk him dry.
My head drops to his shoulder, my hands going limp where I’d been holding on tight.
Fuck, that was good. So good.
God help me, I already want it again.
CHAPTER 5
Bodie
The door to the waiting room opens, and Rachel walks in. She’s wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants, a white tank top, and tennis shoes. Her black hair is pulled back in a stubby ponytail. When her eyes immediately lock on mine, I put the magazine entitled Pregnancy Today on the table beside me. She gives me a small smile before heading to the check-in desk.
After giving information to the receptionist, she makes her way over to me and sits down with a heavy sigh in the chair to my right. The waiting room is filled with women, many of whom have a partner with them.
She leans toward me and whispers, “How long have you been here?”
“About fifteen minutes,” I tell her. “I’m always habitually early to appointments, though.”
She nods, lacing her hands in her lap.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Not really. Depending on what we learn here today, though, I reserve the right to change my answer.”
A low laugh leaves me, and I reach over to take one of her hands in mine. She jerks in surprise, and then looks at me with wide eyes as I bring her hand to my mouth. I press my lips to the tips of her fingers. “Thank you again for letting me be a part of this, Rachel. It means the world.”
I’m utterly charmed when her face flames crimson. She snatches her hand back and clenches them in her lap once again.