Page 48 of Mine to Worship

“I am sure not even ten minutes has passed.”

He laughs then lifts me up and I straddle him.

“Show me how good you are at riding me, angel.”

Amusement dies, replaced by hunger. This between us is the type of famished, nothing will satiate. I sink down onto his cock and his hands grab my hips as I find my rhythm, chasing my release. Pleasure hoods his eyes and I love it’s me who put it there. I suppress my orgasm until he shuts his eyes, and he loses the power game, coming.

Our names link together in our cries, and I drop on his chest.

“It’s exhausting riding me, huh? You wanted to make a point.”

His hand caresses my back and one second, I am here, the next sweet sleep beckons me and I give in.

Later, I open one eye, and my hand pats the spot next to me, but there is no hard and warm body there. I shove back the nightmare that woke me up and wrap myself in his shirt to go looking for him.

I spot Kian on the couch, typing on his laptop. He snaps his head in my direction and his eyebrows furrow at my hands trembling around the button of his shirt. I force my lips into a smile. He scans me from head to toe, and his legs eat the distance.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, so I came downstairs. What’s wrong?” His hands cup my face, his lips kissing every inch of my face with care and that undercurrent of threat to destroy everything that might have hurt me.

How can I explain to him I’m this emotional over a nightmare? When I opened my eyes, I was still trapped halfway in the awful dream that he’d left me, only to wake up to an empty bed. I grab his collar, touching him, a clear sign he’s here. I am not imagining this.

“I had this nightmare... it’s silly.”

“What was it?” He tips my chin up.

“That you’d… that you...”

Understanding flashes in his eyes and he pulls me to him and kisses me until his love pulverizes the fear.

“Never.”

Two weeks pass in blissful contentment. My hands envelop my belly as I stare from the side in the mirror.

I tilt my head to the door where Kian is leaning on the doorframe, eyes glistening.

He approaches me, his steps turn from that confident stride to reverent. His hand covers mine and his chin rests on my shoulder. This perfect moment of intimacy should be made into a painting, and an idea forms in my head.

Sadly, because of the risks to the baby, I can’t use my usual acrylics, but I can use my watercolors and coloring pencils.

“Thank you for the greatest gift.” His voice breaks with emotion.

I shut my eyes, letting this warm feeling blanket me.

His phone rings, interrupting our moment.

I urge him to answer and while he's on his call, I go back to the bedroom to find my phone and make a video call. I haven’t talked to my friends in a while. Tara picks up first, and Aubrey’s highlighted blonde head pops up, both looking at me expectantly.

“I am pregnant,” I say and silence follows. Aubrey drops the phone, followed by a cuss, and a beam covers Tara’s face. “Oh my God, Ellie. Congratulations.”

Aubrey rolls her eyes, and a chuckle escapes me when she says, “You’re going to be a momma. I totally saw that coming. That man is virile as fuck.”

“Only you, Aubrey. Don’t be so crass,” Tara shoots right back with the shock gone.

Laughter bubbles out of me. It is so good to hear these two. I’ve missed their bickering.

“We’ll stay longer at the chalet, and I would love it if you’d come by this weekend if you can?”

“I’ll catch the next flight and be there tomorrow,” Aubrey assures me.

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