Page 40 of Vegas Baby

I shake my head. “No. No, I’ll be okay.” I lean back against the couch, still processing. Kira sits quietly next to me.

“If you need to go, I’d understand,” she eventually says softly.

I look over at her and shake my head. “I’m just … holy shit, Kira.”

She nods. “I know. Maria had to drive me home, I was so upset.”

Suddenly it’s like a lead weight has settled in my stomach. “You’re upset that I’m her dad?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

“No, no, no,” she protests, grabbing my arm. “God, no, Sebastian. I’m upset that I didn’t think it was possible. That I spent so much time upset because I thought I was carrying a monster’s baby. If only I’d known, it could have saved so much hurt for us both. And I understand if you can’t forgive me for that.”

And for some reason, her asking my forgiveness again is what snaps me out of it. I lean forward and wrap my hands around her face. “This is not your fault,” I say firmly. “All that matters is that we know now. And I’m not going anywhere.” I put my mouth over hers before she can respond. Before she can voice her lingering doubts. Because I’m going to erase those for her right now.

I put every ounce of emotion I’m feeling into the kiss, letting my hands soothe her as they run over her soft, supple body. Over her enlarged breasts. Down under her ass, pulling her into my lap.

She sighs into my mouth and wraps her legs and arms around me. I lay her down on the couch, rubbing gently against her center as I move my mouth down to her ear.

“I love you, mi cielo.” I kiss her on the neck. “We made a beautiful baby, and if that’s not proof of our love, I don’t know what is.”

She sighs contentedly. “I love you, Sebastian.”

I trail kisses down her chest. “I need to taste you, Kira. Please.” I look up into her liquid brown eyes and she nods, biting into her bottom lip seductively.

I lift her shirt and lick her skin, the saltiness of her and the scent of her perfume mix driving me senseless. I close my mouth over her bra-covered nipple, biting at her through the fabric. She arches into me, so I move to the other.

It’s all too much and not enough. I bury my face in the soft skin of her stomach, smelling her arousal through her thin leggings. “I need you so fucking bad, Kira. Tell me I can be inside you.”

She pushes at her leggings in answer, and I happily help her tug them off.

I need her too badly to wait. I unzip my pants, my stiff cock springing out.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” I curse.

She shakes her head, guiding me to her. “I don’t care,” she breathes. “Take me, Sebastian. I’m yours.”

My cock jumps but my brain still has just enough blood left to hesitate. “You could get pregnant again,” I say.

“And have more of your beautiful babies? I think that’s one gamble I can live with.”

I tip my head back, her words sending a bolt of love and lust through my chest, straight to my aching cock, which I promptly bury in her.

Her wet warmth almost has me coming instantly, so I stay there, leaning in to claim her mouth until I can keep it together enough to claim the rest of her.

And then I move. Slowly. It should be too soon for this, but obviously, neither of us cares. I slide in and out of her as her hips follow the motion, her breasts pressing against me desperately as our tongues tangle and our hands wander.

Though I’m trying to be gentle, it’s been so long. And not just for me, clearly, as Kira becomes frantic for friction. Soon we’re going faster, breathing harder. Her slippery center is calling me back to heaven. My heaven.

“Mi cielo,” I groan. Her mouth covers mine and I reach between us to stroke her into climax before I spill inside her. The small pressure has her clamping around me, milking my cock in seconds until we’re both moaning into each other’s mouth, my dick emptying into her. Her Russian curses meet my Spanish ones as we climax together.

Though we’re both spent, I stay buried inside her. I rear up on my arms, looking down at her.

“I love you, Kira. And I’m not going anywhere. Ever again.”

She squeezes me deeper in. “I love you, Sebastian. I’m not going anywhere ever again, either. I promise.”

I sit up, pulling out and watching my come spill out of her. “No, you’re not,” I agree. “Because I’m going to spend all night owning this pussy. And then I want to see my daughter.” My eyes flick up to hers. The love and desire and peace there hit me right in the chest. “Marry me.”

She laughs and rears up, kissing me lightly. “You don’t have to prove anything. And you don’t have to marry me to make sure I don’t leave.”

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