“Ryder?”
“Yes.” His fingers played with the strands of my hair.
“Did you ever imagine you’d be a father?”
“Yes.”
“With me?” I lifted my head to look at him.
“Yes.”
My eyes narrowed as I studied him to see the truth of his words.
“I told you I liked you in high school. Hell, I liked you in fourth grade. If I hadn’t stolen your poem in high school, we could be married with a whole brood of kids by now.”
Married? The panic button went off in my head. I wanted to be with him. I even wanted to be married to him, eventually. But just because I was ready to jump into the unknown with him, that didn’t mean I was ready for deep water.
“Don’t get nervous,” he said. “We’ve got time. As much time as you need.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?” he asked, quirking a brow.
“Know what I’m thinking and feeling?”
“I see the nuance in your expressions. There’s the fear face that is about going too far too fast, to which you start to close down a bit. Then there’s the fear that you respond with by lashing out. Sometimes you’re just straight off pissed though.”
“You see all that in my face?”
He smiled. “Yes.” He rolled me under him. “I can also see when you’re annoyed and when you’re turned on.” His hand slid between my thighs and gently rubbed between my pussy lips.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. “Are you as easily readable?”
“I don’t know.” He took my hand and brought it to his dick. “You tell me.”
I stroked him and watched his face as he sighed at my touch. I pushed him back, moving over him until I was straddling his thighs. He opened his eyes to look up at me.
“I’m going to suck your cock, Ryder.”
His eyes flashed with wild passion, and his dick went from firm to full-on iron hard.
“Yes, I think I can read you,” I said with a laugh. “At least, I can read your dick.”
“What’s he saying now?”
I rubbed the pearl of precum on his tip around the edge. “He’s saying, suck me, Trina.”
“Not bad.”
I arched a brow. “That’s not right?”
“It’s more like, please God, suck me until I can’t see straight.”
I laughed. “I missed the urgency.”
“He’s dying.” Ryder reached down and stroked his dick himself. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
It made me think of the time he said something about fucking my breasts. “Ryder?”
“You’re really going to prolong this?” he asked.
“No. I just wanted to ask about how you’d fuck my breasts. You said that was a fantasy.”
He groaned. “I might just come at the image.”
“What do I do? I want to make you happy.”
His hands reached up to my face. “You do baby.”
“Still, I want to give you your fantasy. To show you I love you. To make up for so much. I hurt you.”
He shook his head. “You can fuck me any way you want as an expression of love, but you don’t need to make up anything. Clean slate, now, Trina.”
I nodded. “Okay. But I still want you to fuck my tits.”
He groaned, and gripping my arms, we rolled again. He was over me, looking down into my eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I’m dying to know how it’s done.”
He moved up, and straddling my waist he rested his dick between my breasts. He cupped each one and pushed them together over his dick, and slowly moved.
I shoved his hands away, and forced my breasts together for him. “Is there enough friction?”
“It looks so fucking hot.” His voice was strained as his hands gripped his new headboard above me and his eyes watched his dick slide through my breasts. He released the headboard and pinched my nipples, making me gasp.
“You have the most magnificent tits…ah, fuck that’s good…”
Each time he pushed up, the head of his cock would peek out from between my breasts under my chin. I tilted my head so I could lick it the next time it appeared.
“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted.
He moved faster, but my sense was he didn’t have enough friction, so I moved one of my hands to grip him tighter between my tits.
“Yes, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna…fuck I’m coming.”
Warm liquid shot out, coating my chest, once, twice and again, as he pumped and pumped. Finally, he sank back on his heels, his head drooping as he caught his breath.
Finally, his blue eyes looked into mine. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
“I didn’t do anything.” I ran my fingers through his essence, noting that it was this same stuff that created the baby growing inside me.
He leaned over, his hands on the pillow on either side of my head. “You did everything. Now, one good turn, deserves another.” With a sexy smile, he moved down my body until his shoulders were settled between my thighs. His hands slipped under my backside and lifted me to his lips.
“Hold on, baby. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”
Before I could prepare, his mouth devoured my pussy and within minutes, he fulfilled his promise. My entire body rocked and writhed as he shot the first and then a second orgasm through me. Before I’d finished coming down on the second one, he moved up my body, slid inside me, and together we rocketed up to heaven.
Epilogue
Trina—One Month Later
On one of my first video chats with the therapist, she told me that I was afraid to be happy and live life to the fullest. A couple months ago, before I accepted the bet from Sinclair, I’d have balked at that assessment. I was quite content in my life. Yes, it was extremely ordered. Yes, I didn’t suffer fools. Yes, I avoided giving too much trust to others. But that didn’t mean I was avoiding happiness and fulfillment. First, there was a contentment in order. Second, I’d taken the bet, which surely suggested that I knew how to
