Page 33 of Just a Little Promise

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

Once the words were spoken, they couldn’t get back to their room fast enough. They had one night left together, and she wanted to make the most of it.

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As soon asthey walked into the suite, Tripp grabbed Skye and kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry on hers. Their hands frantically tore at each other’s clothes to remove them, leaving a trail of garments in their wake as he maneuvered them toward the bedroom, both of them desperate to feel skin on skin.

Pure lust and fire erupted between them, as it always did, and Tripp picked up Skye and tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a squeak of surprise, her breasts bouncing enticingly, then moaned when he shoved her legs indecently wide apart and wasted no time dragging his tongue through the sweetest, softest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of devouring.

She rocked her hips up against his mouth, silently, wantonly begging, and as soon as he latched onto her clit and sucked hard, followed by plunging two fingers deep inside her core, she whimpered and gripped the comforter to hang on as he sent her soaring. Her entire body shook, her back arched, and her thighs tightened against his head as she rode out her pleasure.

The first orgasm was quick and dirty, just as he’d intended to take off the initial edge and make her slick and hot and wet enough to accept everything he planned to give her. He wanted to be as deep as he could possibly get inside her, until she had no idea where she ended and he began.

There was nothing soft, or gentle, or slow about his need for this woman who owned his heart. Tonight, he wanted her to feel him everywhere as he imprinted his scent on her skin, filled her full of his cock, and ruined her for any other man but him. Because despite all her reservations and fears, she was his. She wouldalwaysbe his.

He gave her minimal time to recover from her orgasm before he flipped her over onto her stomach, then grabbed her hips and raised her ass high so he could fuck her from behind. Her upper body was still lax, her cheek pressed against the mattress, so trusting as he ran his hands over her smooth flesh before smacking her ass, then notching the thick head of his cock between her legs, just enough to tease.

She moaned sweetly at the pressure and promise of his dick, trying to push back onto his shaft even more. “Tripp, please...”

“Pleasewhat, baby girl?” he murmured, admiring the long, gorgeous line of her bare back as he sank in another inch.

A frustrated sound escaped her. “I need you inside me, as hard and deep as you can get.Please.”

Grabbing her waist and holding her steady, he slammed to the hilt inside her, making her cry out from the force of his thrust. He didn’t stop there, didn’t give her time to catch her breath as he reared back and continued pounding into her, groaning at the feel of her tight pussy sucking him in deeper each time.

He slid a hand along her hip and around to her belly, then down between her legs, where they were joined. Still grinding into her from behind, he rubbed her clit just how he knew she liked it, working her into a delirious frenzy of need and feeling her tense up as drove her higher, then pushed her over the precipice.

She came a second time around his cock with a soft, keening cry, her inner walls squeezing his length and triggering his own intense release.

With deep, guttural grunts, he poured everything he had into her, desperately wanting to give her the one thing they both desired the most. A baby.Theirbaby. Because no matter how guarded she remained with him, a child would ensure that he was always a part of her life.

And that knowledge, at least, gave him hope that he could eventually win back her heart.

Chapter Twelve

Skye chewed onher thumbnail as she paced anxiously in her living room, waiting impatiently for Tripp to arrive. She wasn’t going to take this pregnancy test without him, because good or bad, he deserved to find out when she did if they’d created a baby together.

A little over three weeks had passed since their weekend at The Meridian, and since Skye wasn’t one of those women who had a regular menstrual cycle, except for when she’d been on the pill, it made detecting a missed period difficult. The last thing she wanted to do was jump the gun and take a test and end up with a false positive. After consulting with a few online fertility clinics, she’d learned that the best chance for accurate results was three weeks after sex and/or ovulation.

So, here she was, excited and nervous and trying not to overthink the increasing changes she’d been feeling in her body the past few days, so she wouldn’t be disappointed if the test was negative. She wanted to be pregnant so badly, but the increasing tenderness in her breasts could have been normal pre-menstrual symptoms.

But it was the random waves of nausea she’d been experiencing, along with headaches and fatigue that Lauren had pointed out, that finally convinced Skye to take a home pregnancy test. So, before leaving work for the day, a Friday, she’d texted Tripp to let him know she was going to stop at the drugstore and pick up a few tests on the way home, and he promised her he’d be there as soon as he finished up the tonsillectomy he had scheduled for that afternoon.

That low level sense of discomfort swirled in her stomach—nerves, excitement or pregnancy hormones, she really had no idea—and she headed into the kitchen to grab a can of ginger ale that she could sip on while she waited for Tripp to arrive.

Since their weekend at The Meridian, he’d respected herno sex ruleoutside of trying to make a baby, but he’d somehow integrated himself into her life in a way that felt like he belonged there. Not just nightly FaceTiming, but quick lunches when their schedules aligned during the day, and stopping by in the evenings just to bring her dinner and hang out and watch a show.

She could honestly say that she wasn’t mad about having that friendship in her life, even if at times it felt like so much more. In fact, she’d grown used to picking up her phone and texting Tripp throughout the day, and anticipated seeing him one way or another at night, even if she found it increasingly difficult to keep her hands to herself when everything in her ached to feel him deep inside her again.

But she was determined not to blur the lines between them. She loved spending time with him, and had to fight off an increasing sense of loneliness when they parted ways, telling herself that her apartment wouldn’t be quiet forever, not when she had a baby filling the space with cries of hunger, happy gurgles, and when he or she was older, sweet laughter. Which made her think of Tripp, and how he deserved to experience those milestone moments, too... or maybe it wasshethat wanted to experience those moments withhim.

Sighing, she rubbed her fingers along her forehead, her emotions a jumble of confusion when it came to her feelings for the man who’d made himself a part of her life. Wanting him there, yet... scared of letting her guard down and letting him in completely and trusting him with her heart a second time. Not that she believed Tripp would hurt her or manipulate her in the way Jack had but she just couldn’t get over that final hump. Her fear of commitment and relying on anyone, so completely.

A brisk knock at her door jarred Skye out of her thoughts and reminded her of why Tripp was here. To find out if they’d conceived a baby.

But when she opened the door and saw him standing on the other side, it wasn’t excitement or anticipation she saw on his face for what might lay ahead, but the kind of worry and concern that sent her stomach spiraling into another wave of nausea.

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