Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(62)

“You’re crazy,” she said as I kissed her lips for the first time, holding mine there for extra long to savor the moment.

“I’m crazy in love with you. I feel like I’m falling apart. Tell me I’m not alone, Rach.”

Her arms wrapped around my back. “You’re not. I miss you too. I hate this.”

“I think we should offer her the house. Veronica I mean. I think we should bribe her to move here, so I can still see Harper. She’s the only reason I’m in California. If I could get them here none of this would have to happen. We’d be together, forever.”

I kissed the top of her head as she spoke softly, finally using her foot to close the front door. “Come to bed with me, Chad. I need you to hold me until morning, just to prove this isn’t a dream.”

“I’d hold you every night if you’d let me.”

I picked her up, feeling her head resting on my chest as I carried her up the stairs toward her bedroom, intent on giving her even more reason why I should never leave her side.

Her kisses were powerful, taking me by surprise as we undressed and met back on the mattress. I unfastened her hair from being up, watching as her natural waves rested over her shoulders, covering each breast. With graceful hands I pushed both sides away, allowing myself to take in her naked chest again. I didn’t waste time, diving down to suckle on one of them. Her smooth nipple hardened against the flick of my tongue, her soft moans vibrating my lips as they caressed the area.

Each inch I scoured her enticing body, the more it beckoned me to continue. I kept lowering myself, settling in between her long sexy legs. Her ripe * was mine for the taking, and I didn’t hesitate from placing chaste kisses over the outer skin. It was warm, fueling my salacious desire to prove she was mine.

My tongue explored the area, getting a sample of her essence. Her pheromones awakened my cock, stiffening it instantly as I continued on, running my stubble over her clit, circling around while watching her body arch. Her hand dug into my hair while I focused on making her wet. I licked over her, lubricating the area I was about to feast on.

A low grumble escaped my lips as I narrowed in on her stimulated bud. I sucked it in, tugging just enough to get a rise out of her. My hands massaged her thighs, while my tongue danced around her swollen clit. With each motion I could sense her reacting. It drove me mad, sending jolts of pleasure straight to the tips of my hard dick.

Then she startle to buckle beneath me, succumbing to the sheer pleasure only I could give her.

I kissed my way quickly back up to her awaiting lips, my cock teasing her * while our hands explored other areas.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it would feel like this again. Having her, proving we were meant to be, it was all too much to handle. I had to take her, right then and there, as if we were out of time and I was desperate to finish.

I thrust inside of her, Rachel gasping as it quickly overwhelmed her. We flipped over, her body straddling mine, my hands cupping each breast as she moved. I was high on her essence, fighting the urge to explode prematurely. I needed this release, but also remained determined to make it last.

Rachel wasn’t having it. She started going faster, riding me harder than ever before. Her ass smacking against my legs as she worked a good pace.

I could feel it happening, my body losing the ability to withstand the utter beauty of being inside of her again. Then I lost it, filling her and collapsing in a puddle of exhaustion beneath her seductive body.

Sleep came easy, and for a while I was certain this was the turning point we both needed.




The sound of my cell phone ringing woke me from a tranquil sleep, Rachel stirred next to me, but her eyes never opened.

I climbed out of bed and covered her up before walking out into the hallway to answer the call.

I already knew it was Veronica, and I half expected her to be yelling as soon as the line connected.

“Hello?”

Veronica was crying. “I need you to come to the hospital with me.”

“What?” I assumed she had some kind of bug on my computer monitoring my internet sites and usage. “Are you seriously going to play sick to get me to stay home?”

“I’m not playing, Chad. Something is wrong. I’m on my way to the hospital now. I’m in an ambulance. The babysitter is with Harper.”

“Why? What’s wrong with you?” I still wasn’t buying her act.

“I’m bleeding heavily. I think I’m having another miscarriage.” Around six months before she’d been late, only to get her period the next month. I thought it was normal, but now she was mentioning a miscarriage. “Again?”

“The doctor said I had one early on. Remember, I told you about it afterwards. I didn’t even know about the pregnancy, and we weren’t exactly getting along.”

I scratched my head while thinking about what to say to her. “I’m not going to be able to make it there for at least six hours.” I was already back in the bedroom, scrounging for my articles of clothing. “Are you in any pain? The doctors told you it’s normal for women to bleed during pregnancy. Remember?”

“Chad, it’s too much. It was gushing. I got lightheaded. I can’t stop shaking. I’m so scared, and Harper was there when it happened. Where are you? Why can’t you come? I need you. Please. Stop what you’re doing and come quickly.”