Page 74 of Stowaway Whirlwind
“Cousins?” I stress theS. “But I’m not—” I slap a hand over my mouth, my belly fluttering.
Dolly frowns. “You didn’t know? Hey, where are you going?”
I tighten the belt of my white satin bridal robe and race out of the room, knowing Lily is safe with the women. I cross the reception hall, which the staff is still setting up—ivory table cloths and golden candlesticks with white tapered candles centered on the round tables—to the other side with the groom’s suite and burst through the door.
The men all turn as one from where they’re sitting in a semi-circle made up of a dark leather couch and several oversized armchairs in the middle of a toast with their glass tumblers of whiskey and bourbon. Russell clears his throat and slowly stands, motioning to Wyatt, Roman, and Jared to stand as well, while Davis’s mouth hangs open, looking me up and down with a heated gaze.
“You…you…how? I’m on birth control!” I screech the last part, my chest heaving as I press a hand against my belly, finally acknowledging the recent firmness. I’ve been on birth control since I was able to covertly get my prescription filled at the hospital’s pharmacy before we left, hiding my pills so Davis couldn’t tamper with them.
Wyatt drops his head back with a laugh, then loudly clinks his glass against the other men’s. Roman grins and claps Davis on the back as they filter out of the room.
Davis’s lips twitch with a smile, his expression vacillating between rapture and a smug look like he’s gotten away with something as he finally stands, sets his tumbler down on a glass side table and approaches me in his slate gray suit, a marigold boutonniere pinned to his jacket.
For every one of his steps forward, I inch backward until he has me pinned to the wall next to the open door, which he closes and locks from the inside. “You’re pregnant?”
I slap his hand away and try to cross the sides of my robe over my chest when he tugs my belt loose. “Stop it! This is serious.”
Davis grips my wrists and pins them to my sides so my robe falls open. “Oh, I know it is.” He lets go of one wrist to lay his palm against my lower belly above the lacy white thong that he’s not supposed to see until later tonight. “I get to marry my woman with my baby growing in her belly.”
And then he slants his head to kiss me, letting go of my other wrist to yank the right side of my robe open further so he cancup my bare, sensitive breast. We’re both breathing hard when I finally gather my wits and shove against his shoulders.
“How?” I scream the question, my lipstick smeared across his clean-shaven jaw.
Davis rocks his pelvis against mine, squeezing my breast until my milk starts to bead at the tip of my nipple. “I wore you out with orgasms as often as I could so that you’d fall asleep before remembering to take your pills. I’d say I did a good job.”
I growl and throat-punch him, making him stagger back and clutch his neck.
“Rule number two, baby,” he says with a scratchy voice. He grabs my waist to haul me up in the air and drops me flat on the couch, coming down on top of me between my thighs before I can scramble away.
It’s uncomfortable with the curlers in my hair digging into my scalp, but that’s the least of my worries when Davis crushes my lips as he fumbles with unzipping his slacks and yanking the slim fabric of my thong to the side. I arch my back, pressing my breasts against his chest, the material of his white button-down top beneath his jacket scraping my nipples deliciously. When he eases his cock inside me, instead of slamming home like I expected him to, I give him a silent, questioning look.
“As much as Daddy would love to punish you for punching me, I gotta go easy on you now that you’re pregnant.”
My outrage softens at the tenderness in his expression and slow lovemaking. He flinches when I raise my hands to cup his face, and I’m overwhelmed with unbearable shame. “I’m sorry for punching you. I won’t ever do it again. Not ever.”
He nods, and then his lips are on mine. He hooks his hand under my knee to hold it up against his ribs as he rocks in and out of me. I moan with my release after he brings me to an almost agonizingly slow orgasm, and Davis pulls his cock out before he cums. He kisses down my neck and collarboneand follows the curve of my breast until he can take my nipple into his mouth, massaging the underside with his tongue as he suckles and swallows my milk.
I slip my fingers into his hair as he nurses, mussing his previously tidy strands. Right on the verge of cumming again with his fingers inside me, Davis suddenly jerks back, grins wickedly, then flips me over onto my stomach. He delivers a lightning-quick slap against my ass.
“Hey! I thought you said you were going easy on me!”
Davis lifts my hips before pushing inside me, then drapes himself over my back, bracing a hand on the arm of the couch. “I won’t get rough with your golden pussy, but that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of your spankings.” He drops his forehead on my shoulder. “Besides, you like it when Daddy spanks you, don’t you?”
I huff. “No. I don’t.”Smack. My pussy clenches around his thick shaft, and I moan.
“Rule number four.”We do not lie to each other. And then he shoves his hand beneath me to find my clit, massaging it with his middle finger until I get my second release, and he cums with a muted roar of my name.
My eyes flutter shut, my body sated and warm and drowsy under Davis’s weight. He nuzzles the crook of my neck with his cock twitching inside me as it softens.
“Tell me you’re happy, baby,” he whispers with sudden vulnerability. “That you want this. Because, for me…I’ve never been happier in all my life than right this very moment. The only thing that could possibly make it better is you and Lily changing your last names to mine.”
I swallow. “I’m…I’m…” A sob bursts forth, and Davis rears back enough that I’m able to twist and roll over. I circle his back, pulling him down on top of me again after I part my legs, welcoming him between my thighs. I fist his wet cock, workingmy hand up and down his length until he’s hard again, and then line him up with my entrance. Davis breaks out into a brilliant smile when I tell him, “I’m happy. I’m so happy. I want you. I want this baby. I want our house and town and friends. I want this life.”
He nods. “I know you do, Goldie. I want this life with you, too. Forever.”
Davis is even slower and gentler with me, as I am with him, as we speak the vows we were meant to save for the ceremony. It’s even more special and intimate and private this way. And so when I walk down the aisle that ends at the floral arch with the lake he spent so much time at with his dad in the background—tears in Davis’s eyes when he gets his first look at me in my wedding dress—I’m already wearing my gold wedding band, same as him.
Happy is too weak of a word to describe what I feel, staring into the eyes of the man I plan to spend the rest of my life loving. Most of all, there’s peace. A sense of belonging. Of being loved to the very core of my being. There’s no better feeling in the world, and I know I’ll never, ever take it for granted or give Davis anything less than what he’s given me.
