Page 4 of Choose Me

JAMES

I made myself a sandwich and checked my phone for any updates from my team at the office. My IT guys were looking for CCTV footage around my penthouse to see if they could catch whoever was following my girl around town. I would be lying if I didn't say that I was afraid for Ava--for our baby. Fear coiled in my gut like a snake; I was so scared for them both. I wouldn't tell her that, but I was afraid that something like Oregon would happen again. While she did not blame me for the scars on her wrists, deep down, I still blamed myself. Those scars were a reminder of the past tragedy we lived through together. I was supposed to protect her, but instead, she was forced to sacrifice herself to save me. She was an angel and a saint, and I didn't deserve her unconditional love and adoration. Yet she stayed by my side—loving me. She always saw the good in people and carried the pain and guilt that wasn’t hers to carry, and yet still loved. I could not figure out how someone like her could choose someone like me. She gave her love freely, without an expectation of receiving something in return. She was happy just being and loving others, and somehow, that was enough for her.

How could someone like me ever come close to deserving her love?

The knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I went to answer it to see Thomas, my favorite forensic technician, waiting with his kit in tow. Thomas was a young kid, fresh out of the academy. His dad was a suit in charge of another unit and was disappointed in his son’s choice to become a forensic analyst. He thought his son should be upholding the image of his namesake, but Thomas was too smart for politics. He was meticulous and loved forensics and evidence collection. If anyone could find a print or DNA left on the photograph or package, it would be him. I didn’t trust anyone else for something this important.

“Hey man, thanks for coming by so late.” I greeted him and held the door open, ushering him inside.

“No problem. I’m just sorry you guys have to deal with this.” He nodded and walked in.

“The Polaroid and package it came in are on the counter. Both Ava and I touched it, as well as the UPS guy that dropped it off.”

“Whatever trace DNA is on this stuff, I will find it. Hopefully, I’ll get a match in CODIS, and this will all be over quickly.” He set his kit on the counter, releasing the latches and retrieving gloves and evidence collection bags. “How’s Ava doing?”

“She’s rattled, I think, but you know she is just really strong. I don’t know how she does it, but she does.”

“She’s definitely not had a fair shake of things. How’s the baby?”

“Good, I think. We have an appointment to find out the gender next week if we want. Ava hasn’t decided if she wants to find out or wait until the baby is born.”

“Either way, I am happy for you guys. One day, I would love to have a family so I can further disappoint my father.”

“Your time will come. And screw your dad, he’s an idiot.”

Thomas chuckled in appreciation and shifted his attention to gently placing the evidence into bags and sealing them tight. Once he was done, he slid them into his case and closed the latches. “Okay, that was easy enough. I will get this stuff back to the lab and see what I can get. I will call you as soon as I find something.”

“Thanks again, Thomas.” I thanked him and followed him to the front door.

“Of course. Tell Ava I said hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Thomas did a dramatic half-salute and headed off down the hallway. I closed the door behind him and locked it, setting the alarm. I yawned as I turned off the lights and headed into the bedroom to make good on my promise to join Ava in the bath.

The room was dark, with only a few flickering candles shimmering on the shelf, illuminating the bathroom. She hadn’t noticed I was there yet, so I leaned against the doorway, standing motionless, and watched her intently. Her long, dark hair glistened like liquid silk, cascading down the back of the tub and creating an ethereal contrast against the dark, coppery sheen. My breath caught as I stood transfixed in the doorway, unable to pull my gaze away from her.

She lay relaxed in the water, her eyes closed in a blissful trance. My eyes were glued to her as she floated in the water, her dark lashes feathering her flushed cheeks, and her hands gently covered the swollen mound that curved over the top of the water, slick with bubbles. I could see the life growing inside of her, my child nestled within her womb, and a rush of desire flooded through me at the thought of all the children I would fill her with. I wanted to grab her and pull her out of the tub, just so I could feel her writhing under me, begging me to fill her to the brim. My cock twitched at the thought of watching her body change and her hips widen as her body prepared to bring our child into the world. My pulse quickened as I moved my eyes up to her, the swell of her full breasts as they rose and fell in their hypnotic rhythm. Her calm breath was like a siren call, luring me further away from reality until all I could think of was how deeply in love with her I had become. I was irrevocably in love with her.

She opened her eyes, and I saw a flicker of surprise when she saw me standing there. I flashed her a smile, and she motioned for me to join her. Without hesitation, I quickly removed my clothes and stepped into the water with her. She moved forward, and I settled behind her, her tiny body molding into mine. I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her belly, and she nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on,” I whispered against her forehead.

I leaned in and kissed her neck, her shoulders, her arms. I felt her body tense and relax in my embrace as I caressed her. She moaned, and her body shivered in response to my touch. I felt her desire awaken and my own arousal pressing against her back, responding to hers.

My hands moved along her body, exploring every curve and dip, tracing the contours of her curves. I felt her breath against my skin, and I pulled her closer, moving my hands up her body, my fingers trailing lightly over her breasts and down her stomach to her hips. I felt her body tremble as I kneaded her flesh. I slowly moved my hand lower, across her abdomen, until it was nestled between her legs. She opened more to me, and I could feel wetness beckoning me to touch her. I softly circled my fingers on her swollen clit, and she gasped, her body arching beneath my touch. Her breathing was short and shallow, and she trembled in anticipation. I trailed my fingers through her slit and pushed two of my fingers inside her pussy, her warmth enveloping me, and she groaned as I moved them in and out, increasing the pressure.

The sound of her moans and her pussy slick against my fingers is music to my ears, and I can’t get enough of it. I removed my hand from her pussy and bring my fingers to her lips. She opens her mouth hungrily and sucks her juices off of my fingers.

“You are so wet for me,” I murmured against her mouth.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, savoring the taste of her own arousal. She’s so full of need for me, and I can feel it in the desperation of kisses.

“Please, James,” She begged. “Please.”

I moved my hand back down to her and spread her lips, teasing her clit, and she writhed beneath my hand. I slipped three fingers inside of her this time, and she moaned and ground herself against my hand, pushing her clit against the palm of my hand. I waited until she relaxed into the feeling of my fingers moving inside her, then I fucked her with them. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her body faster and synced with her movements. She squirmed, her breath catching and releasing in quiet moans. I slid my lips along her neck, nipping at her, “Are you going to come for me, sweet girl?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.”

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