Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)(69)

I slid my hand slowly down her abdomen before slipping my fingers inside of her. She was wet. Gia’s sexual appetite was voracious, even in her sleep.

Her body stirred and then she reached out to me. “Hey…you trying to get some?”

I slowly pulled my fingers out of her. “I am. You givin’?”

She climbed on top of me, kissing me hard on the lips. “I thought you might be tired of me after all the times we did it last night.”

“Fuck no. “I squeezed her ass. “Did you know there’s something called preggophilia?”

“Oh my God…what?”

“It’s a fetish. I Googled can’t get enough of pregnant woman and that came up. I think I might be a preggophile.”

She was cracking up. “I thought you were just saying that at first, but I’m starting to believe it.”

I took her hand and placed it on my rigid cock. “Believe this.”

Gia straddled me before sliding my cock into her wet cunt. The feeling of sinking into her hot pussy was like no other. It was truly like what I imagined heaven felt like.

She started to grind her hips over me. I loved sex with her in any position, but when she rode me, it always felt like I was even deeper into her. I loved being able to watch her tits bounce and to place my hands over different parts of her body, exploring her face, her hips, her ass. It almost made me feel guilty to be able to sit back while she did all the work, except for the fact that she really seemed to love being on top, seemed to love being in control.

You know what else I freaking loved? Being able to fuck her without a condom. Before her, I never took chances with anyone—always covered it up. Fucking her bare felt almost too good, and I had to constantly try to stop myself from prematurely blowing my load. Thankfully, Gia was so horny that she never took very long to come.

This time was no exception. As she came crashing down on top of me, throbbing over my cock, I spilled inside of her until there was nothing left.

Gia collapsed onto my chest. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

I caressed her hair for a while before I said, “I’m the lucky one.”

We lay there in silence. I don’t know what made me say, “I feel sorry for that bastard from The Heights, whoever he is, because he won’t know what he’s missing out on.” I blew out a breath. “Fuck that. I don’t feel sorry for him. I’m glad he took off.”

She laid her head on me and was quiet for a while before she said, “I wish this baby was yours. I would give anything for that.”

Her words squeezed at my chest. Of course, I wished that were the case. But dwelling on it in any way was futile. We could never change the fact that it wasn’t mine.

“I wish that, too, for ego reasons, but you know...he won’t ever feel like he doesn’t have a father. I’ll always be there for him—and for you. In the end, it won’t make a difference who his sperm donor was.” I held her tighter. “Things are the way they were meant to be. You don’t meet people by accident in life. That dude was meant to leave, and you were meant to meet me. It’s all written in the stars.”

She lifted her head to meet my eyes. “I didn’t know you were so philosophical.”

“Have you met my mother?”

She chuckled. “That’s true.”

When her smile faded, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

She rubbed her stomach. “Pretty soon, we’re not gonna be able to hide this. How do I explain it to the people at work?”

“You don’t have to explain shit to them. You don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

“But I want to do it before they start talking. I feel like I just need to lay it all out on the line and be the one to control when they find out before they start whispering about my size.”

I didn’t want this to stress her out and vowed to myself that I would take care of things.

“Don’t worry about any of that. I’ll handle it.”





The next day at The Heights, I called a mandatory staff meeting right after closing. I wanted everyone there so that I didn’t have to explain myself twice. If employees weren’t on shift, they were still called in and paid for the hour.

I specifically did it during Gia’s night off, so that she didn’t have to deal with it.

Everyone gathered around me. I’d chosen the downstairs bar area as the site of our informal meeting. People were definitely confused. I think they might have thought I was closing down The Heights, because it was unlike me to call a meeting.

When it looked like everyone was there, I cleared my throat to get their attention. “I’m gonna make this brief. I know you’re all tired, and it’s late, so I’m not keeping you a second longer than I have to.” I took a deep breath. “You know I don’t normally talk about my personal life, because it generally has nothing to do with business, but because Gia is an employee here, I don’t want her to have to worry about people talking behind her back.” I inhaled before spitting it out. “She and I are together. She’s my girlfriend.” I paused. “I love her. And we’re also having a baby. If you have any questions or concerns about that news, you can see me. But I don’t want anyone making her feel uncomfortable because of it or treating her any differently—unless it’s to make her job easier.” I nodded once. “I have nothing more to say. You guys have a good night.”