Page 61 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

“Yes,” I swear, tears pricking my eyes. “I really am. Will you take it already?”

He chuckles. “I will.”

He moves up my body, tasting my skin, caressing it with his fingertips, worshiping every inch of me. His tongue sweeps up the swell of my breast, and he takes his time suckling at one nipple, then the other.

I gasp a laugh. “Will you still love my boobs when they’re full of milk?”

Derrick sucks harder, pinching with his teeth until my whole body kicks. “Only if I get to have a taste,” he growls.

When his lips finally meet mine, it’s slow and soft, unlike anything we’ve ever shared. I breathe in his cotton and musk, and my heart aches deep in my chest. A tear streaks across my face and into my hair.

I love this man. I love him, and I need him, and I refuse to lose him now. Even if it means baring every one of my flaws, even if I have to show him the ugliest parts of me to convince him that it’s real. I’ll give him all of it, trust him with all of me, and know that at the end of the day, he still treasures who I am.

Derrick’s body rests comfortably atop mine, and I can feel how hard he is again. Slowly, agonizingly, he rocks against me, rubbing the length of his dick up and down my clit. Just that friction makes it impossible for me to breathe. Just the barest tip of his three fingers in my pussy is enough to break me all over again.

I howl into Derrick’s mouth, and he kisses away every note. His fingers retreat, and then his dick is filling up every inch of me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure down my spine and through my limbs. I’m floating out of my body, with nothing but the taste of Derrick’s mouth anchoring me to reality. He thrusts so slowly, so devastatingly slowly in and out of me, drawing out every orgasm before another begins.

I’m an origami boat in a wild ocean, helpless to do anything but weep atfeeling so fucking good.

Derrick groans, pulling his mouth away from mine and drawing a new line of kisses down my throat. I feel the muscles in his stomach tremble with the effort it’s taking to maintain this slow pace. He wants to destroy us both, but he wants to make tender love to me more. His control over himself only makes me feral for more.

I tighten my fingers in his hair, tugging right at his scalp.

“So impatient, Raleigh,” Derrick growls against my collarbone. “I’m taking my goddamn time with you.” He shifts his angle inside me, driving his dick hard against my G-spot once, twice, to illustrate his point. I fall over the edge all over again, and the pleasure is so intense it’s pain. “See? You’re not done.”

I’m about to be, though. If he makes me feel any more, I’m going to come apart at the seams. Maybe he can hear it in my whimpers, because Derrick thrusts into me three more times, fast and rough. His hot breath shudders over my sternum. He’s as ready as I am.

“Comeon!” I plead. “You want to cum into me so bad, Derrick. Just do it-just do it please-”

He slams his dick home, spilling himself inside me. His face presses into my breast as he fights to catch his breath, and I run trembling fingers through his hair. For long, quiet minutes, we wait as our heartbeats slow and the air in the cruiser cools.

“We should get moving,” Derrick murmurs against my skin.

I only moan in response. If we could lie in the backseat of this cruiser and fuck the rest of the day away, I’d have no complaints. But unfortunately, I have to convince my brother not to kill the man I love, and the longer we make him wait, the harder it’ll be to do that.

Then again, isn’t that all the more reason to make this moment last as long as possible?

Eventually, though, Derrick lifts off of me and steps out of the car. I’m forced to sit up and follow him, since our wrists are still cuffed together. Derrick crouches, looking for the handcuff key in his tool belt, but when I see what he’s reaching for, I quickly lace my fingers with his.

“Wait!” I say, and Derrick freezes. “Can we keep them on? Just for a little longer.”

The slow smile that spreads over Derrick’s face makes every tear of the last few days worth it. He gives me one last, too quick kiss, and stows the handcuff key back into his belt. Together, we help each other dress and straighten up, using every excuse to kiss and touch along the way.

We’re both stalling, both trying to pretend nothing terrifying waits at the end of the road we’ve chosen.

Finally, we’re ready to continue our drive, back toward the city, back toward a reality we’re determined to change. Derrick gets into the driver’s seat, lifting me in with him so I can climb unceremoniously over all the screens and buttons in the middle console of the cruiser. Once I’m settled, Derrick laces his fingers with mine and, chained together by serendipity and by choice, we rejoin the road home.

CHAPTER 34

Derrick

Raleigh’s handin mine and the open road ahead almost make me forget that I’m likely driving to my death. At least if I don’t make it through the day, we’ll have made things right between us.

When the city comes into view ahead of us, Raleigh’s hand spasms. I glance over to see her face drawn tight with worry.

“You should still run,” she says, not looking my way.

That jars me out of my peaceful resolve. “What?”

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