Page 243 of Wait for Him

"Are you angry with me?" she asks.

That gets my head up. She's watching me carefully now, hands moving over my back, and I realize what my silence must look like from her side.

"Oh, baby, don't cry. I'm so sorry." She immediately starts wiping at my face, kissing my cheek, my forehead, anywhere she can reach while the words start pouring out of her. "It was such a stupid, rash decision. I shouldn't have made it without you, and God, it was really fucked up how I handled this. I am a grown woman who should know better than to make a decision like that without even discussing it with the person whose sperm is a fairly critical component of the plan, and I should've talked to you before I..."

I crash my mouth into hers. It's the only way to stop her.

"Happy," I manage against her lips. "These are happy tears, Rose." And then I'm moving again, rutting harder than I think I ever have; it’s unhinged and primal, because I just came harder than I have in years and I'm still rock hard inside her.

She moans into my mouth, nails raking down my back. Her leg straightens and starts to shake as another orgasm rips through her on a scream. I lift onto my knees and pull her against my cock over and over, her ass grazing my thighs.

"God!" Her hands fist the sheets. "Fuck!"

Her pussy squeezes me again.

"Ffuuuck, baby, that's it." Years upon years of obsession, of insane thoughts about filling her sweet cunt, of having her as mine forever, finally break loose and roar into my mind.

My balls draw up tight, waiting to unload again with one goal in mind. Breed. Breed. Breed.

"You're going to look magnificent carrying my baby." I spread my hand across her stomach and keep the same brutal pace.

"Just like that. Holy shit, Jackson. Oh God!"

Whimpers and moans float between us. My climax builds and loads in unison with the force of her grip on my length, and a grunt wrenches from somewhere deep in my chest as searing heat flashes through me, a surge like nothing I've ever felt rocketing through my belly. "Ffffuck. Fuck." The most incredible release of my life takes over as I fill her up.

I don't know how much time passes before our breathing finally levels out. I roll onto my back and pull Rose into my arms, and her head finds that spot on my chest that might as well have her name stitched into it by now.

"Do they sell pregnancy tests at Costco? Because we're going to need to buy in bulk. You're taking one after every single time we have sex."

She lets out a loud laugh and smacks me across the chest. "That's not how pregnancy tests work."

"Then we'll buy the expensive ones. Better technology."

"That's also not how pregnancy tests work."

"I don't care. I'm buying a pallet."

She's still laughing when I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer. Fuck, I'm happy. Stupidly, obnoxiously happy. I don't even know if this will happen for us, but knowing she wants it too has done something to my brain that I'm probably going to make everyone around me suffer through for the foreseeable future.

“I love you, Rose. So fucking much.”

Her fingers drift lazily through my hair, her body still warm against mine. “I love you too.”

There's a pause before she asks, quieter, “I didn’t scare you?”

“Fuck no.” I lift my head so I can see her. “I can’t wait to...”

Someone starts pounding on our front door.

Not knocking. Pounding hard enough that whoever it is has clearly decided the door to piss me right off.

I close my eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Rose laughs against my chest as another round of banging echoes through the apartment.

“Jackson!” someone yells.

Okay. That's different.