Page 122 of Sweet Little Thing

His hips slammed into my backside as he held his hand on my clit. “Holy fuck!” he yelled out, and the warmth of his release spread through me. Feeling his come shoot inside me sent my body into another climax. My cries met his, and we were lost together in a state of bliss. Nothing mattered.

My orgasms had never been this intense. I didn’t know there was another level to them, but this one had been different. Was this a side effect of pregnancy? I’d have to look it up later. But if this was a perk of pregnancy, then I was going to become a nympho, and I hoped Stone could keep up. Even now, with my body exhausted from this morning’s activity, I knew I’d be all in again if he tried. Thinking about him sliding in and out of mecaused a tingle to start up.

“I’d bathe you, but if we get in the shower together, you’re not going to make it to Geraldine’s on time,” he said with a chuckle.

Right now, my worries weren’t there with us. The time we were spending now was us in love, happy. I had all day to think about everything else and how my pregnancy would affect us. For now, I just wanted to enjoy Stone.

“I really like birth control,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my lips.

The reminder, however, was enough to shake off my sleepy state of euphoria. I didn’t have a response for that because I would be lying, and soon, I would have to tell him the truth. I had to wait for a good time to tell him. He was dealing with too much, and I wasn’t comfortable telling him yet.

“I like that position,” I said, changing the subject back to sex.

He hadn’t pulled out of me yet. His erection wasn’t completely gone, and he made it twitch inside me. Startled, I laughed, and he grinned wickedly down at me. “You better get your ass out of this bed, or Geraldine will be cooking her own breakfast.”

The idea of shower sex sounded good to me, but he was right. I had to get ready for work.

“Will you be home when I get here tonight?” I already missed him. And I was feeling clingy again.

“You’ll see me before then.” He kissed my lips. “Now, put some distance between your hot little pussy and my cock. Please. It has a mind of its own.”

Giggling, I scrambled out of bed and ran to the shower.

For a moment, life was beautiful. Simple. No secrets. But only for a moment.

Chapter

Seventy-Five

Stone

I slipped my phone in my pocket after speaking with my father. He still knew nothing and was in London dealing with the department store there. That specific store was newer and required more of his time. My first step was to make sure he was gone and put a date on his return.

Marianna had let me in and directed me toward where I could find Wills. Marianna was the newest housekeeper/nanny. She was in her sixties and slightly overweight. Obviously, my newest stepmother had chosen her. I had to admit she was smarter than the other stepmothers. If she had left it up to him, Marianna would have a stripper name and be barely legal with larger breasts and looser morals.

A bonus was that I liked Marianna, and Wills did too. She wasn’t motherly, but she was kind. He needed that in this place. Especially now that he was considered old enough to get hit by the man who thought he had the right.

I knocked on the door to the game room once and slowly opened it. Wills was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a remote control in his hand. A video game played out on the large screen in front of him—it was motorcycle racing. The music was loud on the game, and he hadn’t heard me knock or come in.

“No!” he yelled at the game. “Not NOW!”

I watched as the motorcycle’s tire blew out, and it spiraled out of control.

“Son of a bitch!” He threw the remote down.

I cleared my throat, and he swung his head around. When he saw it was me, his first expression was surprise, which quickly morphed into a smile taking over his face. Everything about seeing him today was more. I didn’t think I could love him more than I already did. But standing there, looking at him and knowing he was mine, I realized I’d been holding a piece of myself back. Protecting it in case I found out he wasn’t my son. Now, my chest felt like it was going to explode as I walked toward him.

“Stone!” He jumped up and ran toward me. His arms were in the air, and the mouth that had spoken in a tone too old for his age was gone. He threw himself into my arms, confident I would catch him.

“Hey, buddy.” I picked him up and hugged him tightly. Emotion clogging my throat. I closed my eyes for a moment to get a grip mentally. I wanted to take him and run. Rescue him from this place. Hide him from the ugliness he’d already witnessed.

Knowing I couldn’t take him now made it so damn hard to stand here and not fucking weep. He was just a little boy. A kid. And that bastard had hurt him and scared him. Taken a piece of his innocence that he’d never get back. No amount of love I could give him would erase that moment. That terror. It was there, and it would always be in his nightmares. In his thoughts. It wouldmold the man he would become, and I hated that I couldn’t save him from it.

I would blame myself for not moving faster. For waiting and being patient like the attorneys had suggested I do. I knew the day my father would start hitting him would come, and I wanted to have him out of here before he did. But I hadn’t managed it.

“You came! You didn’t call this morning, and I thought you weren’t coming.” The joy and relief in his eyes almost made me fall to my knees.

“Didn’t you talk to your mom yesterday?” I asked him. Hilda had said she would tell him I was coming. I had already assured him I would, but I asked that she remind him. I knew his calls were monitored, and I didn’t want my father to be alerted that I’d spoken to Wills twice so soon. He’d get suspicious. I didn’t need that. Not now.

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