Smoke Bomb by Abbi Glines

Twenty- Nine

Trinity

Huck’s warm body was behind me when I opened my eyes. His arm was around my waist, and the smell of spice surrounded me. I inhaled deeply and snuggled closer. Closing my eyes again, I started to relax when they snapped back open. I had to make breakfast. I’d slept so hard that I had no idea what time it was. Huck was still asleep, so that was a good sign. My internal clock was pretty accurate.

I started to ease out of his hold when his arm locked down tight on me, and he pulled me back against him, making a grunting sound. Smiling, I tilted my head back to see he was still asleep—or at least partly. I waited a minute, then tried again to ease out from under his arm, but this time, he rolled onto his back and brought me with him until part of my body lay across him.

His eyes met mine then. The sleepy look with his half-hooded gaze was sexy. I wanted to stay down here with him, but just because I was screwing him didn’t mean I was free from my jobs.

“I have to go make breakfast,” I reminded him, then placed a kiss on his chest.

“Not this morning,” he mumbled. “Staying your ass in this bed with me.”

Laughing, I reached up and touched his face. I loved his face. He might possibly have the best face on the planet.

“Gage and Levi will be upset. They need to be fed.”

“They’re not here,” he replied, then pushed me back and hovered over me. He lowered his head and kissed my collarbone, then my neck. “You’re staying right here with me all fucking day,” he whispered in my ear.

I shivered. That sounded wonderful.

“You don’t have to work today?” I asked.

“Gage and Levi are going into the shop for me today.”

“So, we are going to do what in bed all day?”

He ran his hand down my side and then over my thigh to slip it between my legs. “I’m going to eat my breakfast first. After I get enough of this sweet pussy in my mouth, we’re going to fuck.”

My pussy clenched. “All day?”

“Mmm, we’ll rest some. I want to fuck you in the shower. I want to keep my dick buried in you after we come and just hold you.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I know you’ve pulled out a lot, but there have been many times you didn’t.”

He bent his head and placed a kiss on my nipple. “I’m not gonna lie. The more I think about my baby growing inside you, the more I want it. Makes me fucking hard to think about it.”

I froze and stared up at him. “What?”

I was not ready to be a mother. I hadn’t had a mother. I wasn’t sure I could be a good one. And he didn’t know yet about my other stuff. Sure, he’d seen me at my worst yesterday, but when he found out why, he would probably be worried about my ability to be a good mother.

“That brain is spinning,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“It’s just … we can’t. I mean, there’s a lot about my past that you don’t know. And a baby is a big deal. It means commitment, and I am not letting you take my baby and kick me out when you’re tired of me.”

Huck grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head as his body covered mine. “I don’t think a man can be any more committed to a pussy as I am to yours.”

He was grinning like this was funny. It was not funny. It was serious. I could be pregnant now. I’d been happily fucking away, not worrying about it. But what if I was?

“Real commitment. Not fucking.” I frowned, wishing he’d take this seriously.

Huck pushed my legs open with his knee, then settled his cock at my entrance. “You’re already fucking wet. Such a good girl,” he said as he slid into me slowly.

This was unfair. He was trying to distract me with sex.

“Huck,” I breathed. “We need to discuss this. Pull out, okay?”

“Mmm, but I want my girl’s cunt to be full of my cum all day,” he whispered as he slid almost out of me, then pushed back as deep as he could go.

A moan escaped me, and for a minute, I forgot what it was we were talking about.

“My pussy,” he said with a harder thrust. “No other dick is ever getting near this pussy.”

He grunted as his pace began to pick up. I pulled my knees up and cried out his name as he sank into me. The metal bar rubbed inside of me.

“I love that fucking piercing,” I moaned.

He chuckled against my neck. “My Prince Albert?”

“What?” I panted.

“The piercing is called a Prince Albert,” he explained.

Then, he began to do something with his hips that made it rub the one spot over and over. Every part of my body began to tremble.

“That feel good?” he asked.

I couldn’t make words at the moment. I just nodded and moved my hips with his as he teased and rubbed the same spot deep inside me. My nails dug into his biceps, and I was pretty sure I was crying or pleading. The climax that pierced through me was earth-shattering. The gush between my legs was more than usual.

Huck shouted my name and shot his release inside of me. For the moment, I was experiencing bliss and did not care. I wanted to keep him here forever. His mouth covered mine, and his tongue swept against mine slowly. I held on to him, using my mouth and my body to say the words I couldn’t.

When he broke our kiss, he kept his face close to mine. His warm breath heated my skin as he continued to slowly pump inside of me. Even though we’d both reached our orgasm.

“I’ll get you birth control,” he said against my cheek. “But even if I’ve not put a baby in you yet, you’re still mine. You’re not leaving me, Trinity. I’ll fucking chain you to my bed and eat your pussy three times a day. I won’t let you go.”

Tears stung my eyes. It was so odd to feel that again. I buried my face in his shoulder to hide my emotion. I didn’t want him to think I was making this about more than just sex. He’d made that clear. But when he tore down my emotional walls, he did something else too. He’d given me back my ability to love. Something I’d thought was broken in me. Maybe it had been, but Huck had healed it.

“Do you want to leave me?” he asked, stilling his slow thrust inside me.

I shook my head and gulped.

“I can feel your tears on my skin, sweetheart, and right now, I’m not in a headspace to see you cry. So, I’m gonna need to know why.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m scared.” There. That was the best I could do.

He didn’t want to know that I was crying because I was in love with him. Telling Huck Kingston I was in love with him would be a sure way to get kicked out of his bed.

“Of what? I’ll fix it.”

I smiled at that response. He thought he could fix everything.

“Losing this,” I admitted.

“My dick?”

I laughed. “No, and yes.”

He kissed my neck. “I swear to you that you own my cock. Completely own it. Your cunt has ruined me. That is not something you need to fear. If you need proof, give me five more minutes, and we’ll start round two.”

I shook my head. “You’ll get tired of me.”

He moved off me then and turned me on my side, forcing me to look at him. His thumb brushed the tears off my face as he scowled. “What do I need to do to assure you that won’t ever happen? Fuck, Trinity, I’ve never brought a woman to my bed. I’ve never fucked the same one more than a handful of times, and that list is small. I don’t eat pussy. I get my dick sucked. But I can’t seem to get enough of yours. Walking into that party last night with you on my arm, I felt like a motherfucking king. You will have to kill me to get away from me.”

He looked so fierce as he said all those things. It wasn’t love. But it was something. It was more than just screwing. Maybe I could love enough for both of us. If he wanted me this much, then that was enough.

I nodded. “But no babies. Okay? Not for a long time.”

He smirked. “Okay. But if I’ve put one in you already, that shit is done.”

I didn’t want to worry about that. Not today. “We should be careful from now on.”

He frowned and cupped his hand over my pussy. A finger slid inside, and he groaned. “But, fuck, I love feeling my cum up in you.”

I laughed. “We will go get me the shot.”

He leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Never claimed anyone before,” he whispered. “Never will again.”