Page 47 of Merciless Protector

“Spread your legs,” I commanded.

When she did as I asked, I crawled my way between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. The vixen had to have been playing with herself as the snaps were still undone, and I thought I’d resnapped them, or had I?

I ate my way to oblivion as she screamed and pulled handfuls of my hair as she came. When it was over, I licked my lips and plopped right next to her. I stared at the ceiling, still trying to vanquish the nightmares from my mind. Deep in thought, I didn’t notice her movement until my cock was in her hand. And just like my fantasy, she sucked at the head until she swallowed me whole.

This time, I didn’t close my eyes out of fear that my nightmare would return. I pushed at her hair though, wanting to see her lovely face as she sucked me senseless.

After, I held her in my arms. “I’m sorry,” I began.

“No need to be sorry. Everyone has nightmares.”

“Yeah, but I was talking about yesterday. I wasn’t expecting that news. I shouldn’t have said I’d walk away from you. I wouldn’t. I can’t. This thing between us is bigger than me…” I trailed off, feeling at a loss for words. I’d never truly confessed feelings like this before.

“What are we?” she asked softly.

I could tell she was holding her breath. “I don’t know. But I can’t imagine you with anyone else but me.”

“Same,” she said.

We were silent for a time. When her stomach grumbled, I asked, “Are you hungry?”

“You heard that?” she asked with a laugh.

“I did. What are you in the mood for?”

“Are you cooking for me again?”

I winked. “Don’t get used to it.”

The kitchen was stocked as expected. I’d have to give Griff a hard time about keeping this up forever.

She leaned on the counter and said, “Should we talk about the elephant in the room?”

24

TAYLA

Now more than ever, I had to get my head right. I couldn’t afford to drown in Ruin’s sins. There was a vulnerable individual growing inside me.

As much as I was unsure about Shawn’s reactions, we needed to have this conversation. Though I was distracted by his hair, which nearly covered one eye. It looked like he’d run a hand through it several times.

“What’s there to say? You hold all the cards,” he said while plating fluffy eggs.

“You have a say,” I argued.

He looked up at me as if he didn’t believe I would take his feelings into consideration. “I’d say that the life I live is dangerous. And no child should be subjected to that. At the same time, I knew the risks I took. And I’ll do what I have to do to protect you both.”

“You mean that, don’t you?”

His lips pursed, and there was a determination in his eyes that spoke volumes. “They wouldn’t see me coming.”

He slid a plate with piping-hot food over to me. I ate while deciding if I wanted to know the answer to my next question.

“What does this mean for us? You told your parents we were engaged.” I finally asked.

“And I meant it.”

I stopped with my fork inches from my mouth. “You know I can’t marry you just because I’m pregnant.” He quirked a brow, and I elaborated. “We have great chemistry, sure. There is no denying our sexual compatibility. But we haven’t even been on a date.”

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