Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(80)

After a series of brutal strokes, her crying out with each one and me hitting the very end of her, over and over, I knew she was going to blow. Her eyes were pure black pools, and sweat misted her skin, tiny droplets coating both of our bodies. I licked the length of her neck, tasting the salt and sweet of her. I got up to my knees and took her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and let me forcefully pull her on and off my cock until we both found it.

Fire burned in my thighs as I pumped and poured into her. She locked her legs around me, so I couldn’t move but an inch as she held me to her. For a long time, her body trembled with aftershocks. When I knew we’d both milked every last speck of pleasure from our coupling, I brought her back down to lie over my chest.

She fell asleep instantly. My dick softened still lodged inside while she snoozed against my chest, small puffs of air leaving her mouth contentedly. I decided I didn’t care. Fuck being dirty. I liked dirty as long as it came with my girl. So we’d wake with a mess. Big deal.

After one of the most passionate and intense nights of lovemaking, nothing could get me to pull my length out of her. Nope. Instead, I gripped both of her ass cheeks and thrust my hips deeper so that I was planted as far as I could go, and then I too fell asleep.





Chapter Eighteen





The predominant color for the heart chakra is emerald green, and the gemstones associated with the heart are emerald, malachite, jade, and rose quartz. These gemstones promote wisdom, balance, and peace in all things. They can also be used to protect the heart against negativity and cruel intentions.

MONET



“He thinks what?” Mila sat on the couch across from me in the family room while Lily watched cartoons. Matisse sat silently in the armchair, her feet pulled up under her and a blanket around her shoulders. She stared blankly out the window.

It had been a week since her attack and seven weeks since mine. Still, there had not been hide nor hair seen or heard from Kyle. He hadn’t called the house or been located by cops. We were still at a dead end. Until that cockroach crawled out from under his rock, I feared we’d never catch a break.

I played with the ring on my right finger, twisting it around and around while I chatted with my best friend. “You’re a smart cookie; figure it out.”

Mila scowled. “Let me get this straight. Years ago, Clayton donated sperm at the same bank you used to get pregnant with Lily?”

I nodded.

“And he’s an exact replica of what you and I picked out when we chose a specimen. The age requirement fits too. We chose someone in their twenties, which Clay was at the time. Basically, a young stud.” She waggled her eyebrows dramatically.

“Yep.” I sipped on my iced tea and watched as the ice cubes clinked against the glass.

Mila pursed her lips and cracked her neck from side to side. “And they share a very rare blood type. AB negative.”

I let out a long breath of frustrated air. “Yes, but it’s all just a coincidence.”

“Huh. I guess it could be.” She tapped at her lips with a finger. “The real question is, what are you going to do with this juicy information?” She cocked one of her eyebrows into a point.

Matisse glanced my way and looked down at her arms. The bandages were off and the wounds running down each arm from elbow to about two inches above her wrist were neat red lines, even from several feet away. They were scabbing over and didn’t seem to bother her too much, which I figured was a blessing.

I shrugged and focused my attention back on my friend. “Absolutely nothing.”

Mila’s head jerked back as if she’d been slapped. “You’re kidding, right? Tell me you are not serious?”

I shook my head. “Mila, I don’t need to verify what is basically a shot in the dark. Clayton plans on being with us long term, and we’re speeding down the highway toward church bells and forever. He has every intention of adopting Lily fully. It doesn’t matter what a paternity test says.”

Matisse’s eyes widened, and she turned to Mila. “You think it’s possible that Clayton really could be the biological father?” Her voice was a whisper, and it was probably the longest sentence she’d said since we returned from the hospital a week ago. I found this to be a mini-win but wouldn’t dare address it out loud.

Mila pushed her curls out of her face, and yet they stubbornly bounced right back into place. “Uh, yeah. Why am I the only one who thinks this is awesome and a total possibility?”

Matisse looked down and away.

I stood, ignoring the question, and headed to the kitchen for a refill of my tea. “Anyone need anything?” I asked, and both women shook their heads.

Mila followed. Once she had an idea in her head, there was no going back. “I think we should check into this.”

I gathered my wits firmly and shook my head. “No. It would ultimately hurt if a test revealed she wasn’t his, and I don’t want to do that to him. You don’t know what he’s been through in the past,” I whispered, leaning over the counter toward where Mila was perched on a stool.

“What?” She glanced around in true best friend fashion, making sure the coast was clear.

I grabbed the sponge and wiped down the already clean counter. “His last serious girlfriend lied to him about being pregnant with his child. Even showed him a fake ultrasound.”