By the time we reached the third floor, I could hardly hold myself together I was so horny for her. We were only halfway down the hall when I lost it, catching her and lifting her against the wall. Then our lips were tangled together and I was grinding my cock into her cunt up against the wall. She’d worn this pretty little yellow sundress that just begged to be shoved up and over her head.
Or maybe her back . . . Struck with inspiration, I lowered her, then spun her around until she faced the wall, hands out to brace. An instant later I had the dress up, baring her very cute, very tight little ass to discover a bright red thong, proving that God exists and he obviously wants me to be happy. I ripped open my jeans, whipping out my cock as I hooked the thong with one finger and jerked it to the side.
Then I was inside.
Mel was better than I remembered. I mean, I knew she’d be hot and wet and tight around me, but this was a whole new level of amazing. Slamming deep, I heard her gasp as she pushed her butt back toward me, back arching. The whole time I was inside, I’d pictured us making slow love once I got out. I’d planned to explore every inch of her body, to worship her and show her just how much I cared about her.
That’s not what this was.
My hands were tight around her waist as my hips jackhammered home, carrying us fast and hard toward the explosion boiling deep in my balls. I hoped to hell she was as into this as I was, because I didn’t think I could slow down and I sure as shit wasn’t going to last long. Mel was gasping with every stroke, though, pushing back at me and squeezing down hard. Either she was just as close as me or she was one hell of an actress.
“This is probably gonna be kind of fast,” I managed to gasp, slamming in deep. She clenched tight, and I froze, desperately trying to hold back.
“Don’t worry about me,” she said. I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see it. I’d be damned if I’d come before she did. Sliding my hand down and around her stomach, I found her clit, catching it between my fingers. Her entire body seized, squeezing my dick so hard it almost hurt.
Almost.
“Close, baby?” I whispered. Mel nodded her head frantically, wiggling her hips around my cock like a butterfly stuck on a pin. Christ, that felt good. Powerful. Fuckin’ loved this control I had over her, my very own woman to keep forever.
My hips started thrusting again, and I tried to keep it slow. I seriously tried, but no way I could control myself under the circumstances, not when she made those little noises. My fingers moved faster, playing her until she started gasping. Suddenly every muscle in her body went tight and then Mel moaned long and loud.
Finally.
She sagged as I clutched her hips, letting myself go, pounding as hard as I could, feeling it build deep inside until I couldn’t hold back the explosion a minute longer. At the last instant I pulled out, spraying her ass and back with my come. Thought my head might explode, felt so good. Slowly I came back to myself, staring down at the length of her back.
My girl, covered in me.
I reached down, tracing a finger through it to paint a pattern on her back.
Property of Levi Brooks.
Mine. All mine.
MELANIE
That. Was. Amazing.
Pushing myself up, I felt Painter’s arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into his body. Then he was kissing the top of my head, running his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts.
“Missed you,” he whispered into my ear.
“Missed you, too,” I managed to reply. It was hard to think, like he’d somehow shorted out my brain with pleasure. I opened my eyes, looking down the hallway, wondering if we’d had an audience.
Nope, just us.
Good. This was going to be hard enough as it was.
“We have to talk,” I gasped as his teeth caught my ear.
“Talk later,” he whispered. “I want to eat you out.”
My whole body shuddered, but I managed to tug away from him. Turning, I looked up at him.
“We have to talk,” I said again, firmly. His eyes flickered, a wary look stealing over his face.
“Okay.”
• • •
The room was small—just a full-size bed and an old desk. I walked over and pulled out the chair, because I needed to be facing him when I did this.
Needed to see the look on his face.
Painter took a seat on the bed, facing me, leaning forward over his long legs, elbows on knees.
“What is it?”
I swallowed. I’d rehearsed this in my head all night. Then I’d practiced with Loni and Jessica, who’d taken turns giving me hugs and promising me that no matter what, I wouldn’t be alone. I knew they’d be there for me, but would Painter?
Taking a deep breath, I put it out there.
“I’m pregnant.”
His face didn’t change for an instant. Then his eyes narrowed, looking down at my stomach like he expected to see something.
“Are you sure?” he asked slowly.
“Yes,” I said shortly. “I took four tests, I’m missing my period, and I’ve been throwing up almost every day.”
Painter’s eyes narrowed.
“Is it mine?”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“It’s a fair question—is it mine?”
“Yes, it’s yours,” I said, feeling my heart sink. I knew he didn’t want kids, so I hadn’t exactly expected him to be all happy about this. Still, it never occurred to me that he’d react like this.
“You sure?”