Page 60 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

If he rejects me now… Then I really have lost everything.

No. Not everything. There’s still a baby growing inside me, a beautiful promise of love and belonging. Even though it’ll be hard to lose Derrick, I have to stay as obstinate and confident as possible, if only for my child’s sake.

I don’t want to do this alone, but I will if I have to.

Derrick is closer now. In fact, he doesn’t stop when he gets within arm’s reach. I hold my ground, even when we’re chest to chest. When he reaches around me, I’m a little bewildered, but not disappointed that he’s about to hug me. Instead, I feel him grab the handcuffs. One twist of the key, and they’ve come loose.

He brings my hands back around to the front of me, and, eyes locked on mine, handcuffs my left hand to his right.

Then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a devastating kiss.

I’m so surprised that I stumble back, but of course, Derrick doesn’t let me fall. Together, we back into the side of the police cruiser until Derrick has me pinned against it. He presses me closer, closer, until all I can taste and breathe is him. He’s using his teeth and tongue more than his lips, a lot like I did when we first kissed a lifetime ago. It’s aggressive, demanding, cathartic.

We’ve pushed each other away and fallen back together so many times, it feels right that it should hurt a little to finally accept each other’s every open wound and prickly flaw.

He’s hard between my legs, and I’m so ready for him. Even more than last night, I need him inside me. I need him to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I want him more than anything.

“I’m sorry,” Derrick growls into my mouth. “I’m sorry-”

“Prove it,” I gasp, reaching between us and grabbing at the front of his jeans. “Show me how sorry you are.”

He groans, grinding his pelvis against my palm. His teeth bite my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. A pang of desperate need shoots between my legs. I want him inside menow.

“Derrick-”

His free hand loosens my pants and shoves them and the boxers down, then unzips his pants and lets them fall too. The cold morning air and the side of the cruiser on my naked skin makes me shudder, but Derrick’s grip is hot on my thighs as he hikes them up around his waist. Before I can even take a breath to ready myself, he plunges his dick into me.

We both cry out, in relief, in ecstasy. I don’t care that serendipity brought us together, and how mismatched our lives might be. Our bodies were molded for each other to inhabit. From the very first time we came together, I’ve craved him inside me just like this, and I will until the day I die.

Derrick has an apology to prove to me, and he doesn’t waste time. His thrusts are punishingly fast and deep. His kisses suck at my neck, his teeth bite into the meat of my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he breathes, raising goosebumps under his lips. “I’m so goddamn sorry, Raleigh. After everything- I should have recognized you were telling the truth.”

“You should have,” I scold without heat. “When was the last time I believably lied to you?”

The nails of my free hand drag down his back. I take every one of his touches with whimpers of gratitude, and when I break around him, it feels like he’s wringing my pleasure out of me, like my spine is a dish towel and he’s using both hands.

Dimly, I wonder if the odd commuter passing on the highway can see the cruiser rocking.

Suddenly, Derrick switches up his rhythm, dragging his dick in and out of me with agonizing care. The friction against my clit is too much. I scream when I cum again. Who’s going to hear it on this empty road?

“If I fill you up, will you forgive me Raleigh?” Derrick asks. His arms and his voice are quivering. He’s ready to drive himself into me, but he keeps his thrusts long and slow, torturing usbothuntil I answer.

“Yes,” I cry. Anything to get him to start pounding into me again. “YesyesDerrickyes-”

His hands squeeze my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. I let out a breathless cry of relief as his dick slams into me, faster, faster,faster. With a grunt, he finally cums, burying himself in my body and filling me full. It feels so good, I can’t help it. I let my head fall back against the cruiser and gasp out a laugh.

“Do you- accept- my apology?” Derrick pants against the shell of my ear.

“Ha, maybe,” I groan. “Can you do it- I meansayit again?”

His breathy laughter is warm on my cheek, tickling the hairs on my neck. He kisses my jaw, the barest a whisper of a touch, and my already loose spine turns to jelly. Slowly, so slowly, Derrick leaves a soft trail of kisses down my throat. He pauses to press his cheek to my skin, to listen to the impossible pace of my heart.

“I have to put you down, sweetheart,” he says, and I can only respond with a moan. He pulls out of me, setting my unsteady feet on the grass, and gives our handcuffed wrists a little tug. I follow his lead, and realize he’s guiding me to lie down across the back seat. I do, with my calves still dangling out the open door, and Derrick crouches in the grass with his head between my legs.

I feel him smile against the inside of my knee before he kisses it. The muscles in my leg jump when he kisses my inner thigh. His free hand circles my ankle, drags up my calf, raising goosebumps in its wake. He licks up the full length of my clit, tasting me, tasting him, and making my back arch off the seat cushions. His fingers pull up the hem of my shirt, lifting it all the way up to my collarbone.

The tender kiss he presses below my belly button lingers. His breath shudders just a little, and I bury my fingers in his rich hair.

“Are you really giving me this?” Derrick asks. He rests his cheek there, and inside me, our baby shifts just a little.

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