Page 57 of A Deceitful Pact

She starts walking toward the door, and the desperation inside me takes over.

“Riley!” I call after her, and when she turns back around, she almost looks relieved. “You remember how it used to feel, that relief we get when we forget all the world and come together?” She bites her lip as she nods her head. “We can have that again. I won’t expect anything more from you. I just want to be the person who makes you feel better.” Her face is blank as she turns away from me, but instead of walking out the door like I expect her to, she pulls one of the bolts across to lock it.

RILEY

It’s official, I’ve lost my damn mind. Ten minutes ago, I was wrecking Sawyer’s truck. Now, I’m locking us in his bar so he can give me what he just promised. He looks surprised when he realizes what I’ve done, but he soon charges toward me, his mouth engulfing mine as his huge hands fumble to open the buttons of my shirt.

“We need boundaries,” I tell him as I force it off my shoulder and start kissing the bare skin he unveils

“Boundaries don’t work for us, darlin’.” His hand arches around my throat and presses me against the door, holding me still so he can invade me with his lips. “I’ve waited so fuckin’ long for this.” He growls like a starved animal as he kisses his way up, back to my mouth, and drags my bottom lip through his teeth.

I should put my foot down, demand we make some rules so this doesn't get out of hand again, but having him touch me feels too good. All that frustration that's been building up inside me is about to be released, and it’s what I’ve needed for weeks.

“This tummy’s so fuckin’ hot.” He drops his hand back to my stomach. “Your tits have grown, too.” He lowers his head between them, kissing both mounds, and when I realize how much I like his mouth there, I pull down my bra to allow him better access.

“Fuck, Riley, they’ve gotten huge.” His eyes widen before he takes one in his hand and tests the weight of it. “They been hurtin’? I read somewhere that they might.”

I nod my head back at him. They’ve been unbearably tender since I found out I was pregnant, and now that he’s touching them, they feel even more sensitive. He slowly licks over my nipple, making my breath hitch, and as I watch him roll his tongue slowly around my swollen areolas, I feel my panties soak.

“That feels good,” I tell him, wincing in both pleasure and pain as he grazes me between his teeth.

“This is so fuckin’ hot. Seein’ all these changes and knowin’ I did it to ya. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you now.” He drags my legs up around his hips and carries me over to one of the tables, lying me out on its surface and running his palms all over my body. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He grips his strong hands around my ribs and leans down to kiss my tummy again.

“What are you now, fourteen weeks?” He pushes his jeans off his hips and lets his cock fall against my stomach.

“Fourteen weeks,” I confirm, watching him stroke his cock over the tiny, little ridge below my belly button.

“Imagine how big this is gonna be in a month. Our little secret is soon gonna be out.” He pats me proudly, and the dread I’d usually feel thinking about it gets taken over by something completely different. I want Beth and all the other girls in town to know that I’m his. Iwantthem to see that I’m having his baby, and I want Sawyer to keep looking at me the way he is now.

“You want me to fuck this pregnant pussy?” he asks, lowering his cock to slip between my folds. I’m already on the verge of coming; the tension inside me has been there for too long.

“Yes.” I nod, knowing that this can only end in disaster, but not caring. Sawyer is right, this is what I need. I’ve just been too stubborn and sensible to ask for it. “I need you to fuck me,” I admit, watching that sexy grin pull on his lips.

“You're soaking me already, Sheriff Hale. So fuckin’ desperate for this dick to make you feel better.” He slaps his cock against my sensitive flesh and it sparks an instant reaction. I cry out as I come all over the table. “Holy shit! Keep it coming.” He slaps against me some more, making me cling to the edge of the table and moan so loud, I swear the whole town will hear. “That's right, cry it out, baby. Let me know how much you like it.” My legs are trembling as she lifts them up and places my feet flat against his hips. His hands hold my thighs wide open as he lets his cock find its way to my entrance.

“You gotta tell me if I go too hard, you're fragile. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He looks up at me seriously as he slowly pushes each inch of his cock inside me.

“Sawyer.” I want to tell him that this feels like the cure for everything I’ve been suffering, but I can’t get the words out. Having Sawyer like this is always so overwhelming.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me take care of you?” he asks once he’s fully seated inside me. “You feel that, the way this pussy clutches around me? It’s because this is what it wants. Don’t deny yourself.” His hand cups around one of my tits as he starts to move inside me. “Fuck, I could come inside you already, you feel so good,” he tells me, thrusting slow and steady as his other hand rests on my tummy. “You're so beautiful. So fuckin’ beautiful, it hurts,” he admits. “What the fuck have you done to me, Riley Hale?” His head shakes and stares so deeply into my eyes that I come for him a second time.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns me with a low, raspy growl. “I’m gonna come all over this pretty, little tummy I’ve given you.” He pulls out of me and presses his cock against my stomach, warming my skin with hot spurts of his seed and admiring how it looks. “This spot, right here, is where I’m coming every time from now on. I like how it looks on this hot, pregnant belly.” He slips his fingers through it, rubbing it into my skin like he’s marking me. “And yes, pretty girl, we’re doing this again. We’re doing it because it feels too fuckin’ good for us not to.” His sticky hand grips around the back of my neck, and he drags me up so my body is flush with his. I put up no protest as he slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me as deep as he just fucked me. Why would I, when he’s right?

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“I guess I should clean this up and get back to work.” I look down at the mess he’s made on my stomach, and he laughs wickedly.

“You don’t get to clean it up, you keep it,” he whispers, and when my eyebrows raise in shock, he laughs some more.

I should be ashamed of myself for giving in so easily, but I’m starting to realize that this is a battle I’m never going to win. The draw that pulls us together is too strong to fight, especially with hormones thrown into the mix.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna tell everyone.” Now that I’ve wound down, reality is starting to kick back in.

“You could tell ‘em the truth,” he suggests, pulling his jeans back up. “Truth’s gonna come out soon enough, anyway.” His hand cups around my stomach and makes it flutter. There’s something rewarding about how much he likes it.

“I’m not ready for that. I’ve got too much to worry about.” I regret the words as soon as they come out. Then, hoping he didn’t pick up on it, I slide off the table to locate my clothes.

“What are ya talking about?” His blue eyes have turned a shade darker when I finish buttoning up my shirt and look up at him.

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