Page 74 of Promise of Punishment

I almost tell him I love him then and there. I want to, but fear keeps me silent. The word holds so much weight. It’s all I have to give, the only thing of value. Giving it away means giving that person power over you. They can make or break you. So I hold onto it for a little bit longer, knowing Wes will understand.

He slides my panties down my legs, and off, his gaze on mine. I spread my legs wide to keep my cast from scratching him as he settles between my thighs. He kisses the space above my clit, then licks me there.

I moan, aching and ready for him. “Don’t tease me. Please. I need you.”

“Need me or want me?” He licks my sensitive bud again and cups my breasts with his big hands, caressing my nipples.

“Both,” I exhale. “Both so badly.”

He licks my slit. “You’re sopping wet, little angel. I like that.” His tongue thrusts inside me, moving in and out, then he sucks on my clit while fucking me with his fingers until I’m panting and writhing on the verge of an orgasm.

Seconds before I spasm, he moves over me, bracing his weight on his arm, and thrusts his thick cock inside me. I moan, finally filled in the way I want.

Wes moans too. “Fuck, Fable. You feel so good. So bloody good. You were made for me.” He pumps in and out with long, deep strokes that have my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He sucks on my beaded nipple, and I come, clenching his cock so tightly he groans but doesn’t move, just lets me ride out the orgasm.

His lips claim mine in a sensual kiss, his cock still hard inside me. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing.”

“Can you handle more?” he whispers between seductive flicks of his tongue.

“Of you? Always.”

“Great answer.” He pumps in and out of me at a measured pace, his hand fondling my breast before lowering to pinch my clit.

My arousal spikes again. Soon, I’m pulling his head down to my shockingly sensitive nipples. He sucks it harder this time and nips it with his teeth. I almost shoot off the bed. He pumps faster.

“Wes,” I pant. “Oh god, Wes!”

“Come for me, angel.” He plunges deep, and I explode.

A second later, he groans and comes inside me.

I lie there panting, taking up most of the bed, too weak to care. For a blissful moment, I forgot I was in a hospital, my leg in a cast, and that I was pregnant.

“Did I hurt you?” Wes whispers near my ear and kisses my cheek.

“No.”

He scoops me up and turns me so I lay on my side, then settles behind me, his long legs touching the back of mine. “How’s that?”

“Good,” I murmur, loving the feel of his big, warm body.

He wraps his strong arms around me and tucks me close, his breath on my hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I yawn and drift asleep.

27

THE MOST ELIGIBLE BRITISH BACHELOR

Fable

Awkward doesn’t begin to explain my life now.

Wes and I sit in the back of a big SUV on the drive home from the hospital.