Page 109 of Perfect Chemistry

Kai’s Point of View

I stopped moving and stared at Katie in shock for half a second. “What did you just say?” I asked quietly, unsure if I heard her correctly. Please, tell me I misheard you, Kat.

A few tears trickled from her eyes as she lay staring up at me. “I said, ‘I want a baby,’” she whispered.

Fuck. I hadn’t misheard her.

“Are you sure that’s a conversation to have right now?” I asked quietly.

“Well, I’m ovulating so we kinda should talk about this now, or you’ll need to pull out,” she whispered back.

“Fuck!” I swore, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. It took everything I had not to come. Katie telling me that she wanted to have a baby, with me, were the hottest, dirtiest, sexiest words to my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I felt like I was absolutely possessed.

I thrust hard into her, now intent to fill her with every last swimmer I had in me. I continued hard and fast, pounding one set of lips with my hips while kissing the other like she was made of porcelain. When she moaned into my mouth I let her have some air before continuing. My body was humming, but I needed to hear her say it again. I pulled back again, to ask her to repeat herself, but she turned away from me instead.

“Don’t appease me, Kai. This isn’t just a thing. I want a child. You’ll be tied to me for the rest of our lives,” she whispered as if giving me a last chance to pull away from her.

I released her hands, and turned her face back to mine. I couldn’t help but chuckle darkly, as I continued slamming into her. “Kitkat,” I whispered, nipping at her jaw. “Say it again. Tell me what you want from me.”

Her eyes were teeming with tears, as she looked up at me. “I want a baby. With you,” she confessed, her voice breaking as she confessed her heart’s desire.

I swore again, fighting the immense pressure building in my balls. “I need you to come, Kitkat,” I growled. “Then I am going to come inside of you, praying to every god I can think of that one of my swimmers will knock you up. Then, tomorrow,” I continued, thrusting harder again. “I’m going to fill you again and again and again. Fuck!” I cussed feeling her getting close. “Get there, Katie, we’re starting right now. We are going to make a baby right here, right now,” I promised.

Katie’s body shuddered beneath me; her insides squeezing and spasming around me was the last stimulus my cock could take. I slammed into her and shook as I came. I lowered my body and hugged her underneath me. I intended to kiss her gently but she threw her arms around my neck and attacked me with a ferocity I hadn’t experienced since our first kiss. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I cradled her head in my hands.

I had just come, but after two minutes of kissing me like she was, I felt myself getting hard again. I ground against her, feeling her warm soft walls still squeezing me. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“Seriously? Already?” she asked in shock.

“I told you,” I said, kissing her nose, pumping slowly in and out of her. “I’m going to spend the next two days filling you up until you are pregnant. You don’t have to do anything but eat, sleep and keep your legs in the air.”

Katie stared at me for a second before her giggle bubbled up. The giggle flowed into full belly laughter. I could feel her floor muscles contracting and pushing back against me buried inside her.

“Stop laughing! You’ll eject my guys!” I half heartedly yelled at her, which only made her laugh harder. I loved seeing her laugh like this. This was the carefree woman I fell in love with nearly 20 years ago. She was it for me.

I made good on my promise. I didn’t let Katie go for two days. Everything she did, every sound she made, made me hard. I had her in the kitchen, on the table, in the shower, on the sofa, bent over the sofa. The thought of getting her pregnant made my balls tighten with need. Now we were laying in bed, both of us unwilling to go back to work yet.

“Thanksgiving is coming up,” she whispered.

Absent-mindedly, I answered, “Yeah it does that every year.”

She poked me in the ribs, causing me to grunt.

“Stop, that tickles,” I mumbled, rolling us so that I could spoon up behind her.

“What do you do for Thanksgiving?” She asked quietly.

I chuckled, not understanding where this was going. “I eat turkey?”

Katie huffed, making me chuckle. “I mean where do you go? Do you eat at your parents’? Your brother’s place? I haven’t been home for Thanksgiving since I left, Kai. Are we eating dinner together? Do you have plans? Should I be making plans?” She rambled.

Ah, now I understood. “I don’t really plan anything. I usually stop at my parents’, then go over to Bradley’s to watch the game. Why? What do you want to do?”

Katie didn’t say anything for a while, and I thought maybe she had fallen back to sleep. “Hey, why are you so quiet, Kat?” I whispered against her neck, pecking her lightly.

She took a deep breath, like she was trying to get enough courage for an uncomfortable confession. It actually made me nervous. The thought that she had Thanksgiving plans that didn’t involve me did not set well. At all.

“What if we had our own Thanksgiving here?” She asked in barely a whisper.

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