Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(52)
He slipped inside of me. “Maybe I already have.”
“Could be.” I bit my lip as he began to push harder. “You know, I felt you spilling out of me for hours last night. Fucking hours, Cord.”
He was moving faster, harder, hitting the spot which would make me explode pretty soon.
“Keep talking, Say.”
“I love the hot feel of you.” I was beginning to pant as the wave started to carry me along, rising ever higher before it would condescend to crash mightily and take me with it. “One of these days, Cord, I want you to f*ck a baby into me. I want to feel part of you growing inside me. I love you that goddamn much.”
“I will, honey. Shit, not tonight. But I will. I’m gonna f*ck that tight little * until I make a set of triplets inside you. How would you like that?”
I was close, so damn close. “I like it. I want it. I’m coming, Cord. Go harder! Fuck, go harder!”
In the back of my mind I realize we were once again making a ton of noise. But other than dimly hoping Chase had found some earplugs, I didn’t care a whit. Cord grimaced and let out a roar as he came. When he collapsed into my chest I kissed his sweaty head.
“Are triplets hereditary?” I laughed.
“Probably,” he answered, absently kissing my right breast. “We’re the only set I know of in the family, but my grandfather was a twin. There’s a few more pairs of those scattered on the ragged branches of the Gentry family tree.” He pulled the condom off and tossed it on a nearby trash can. He shook his head. “You keep it up, Saylor, and you really might wind up with a whole f*cking litter of Gentrys kicking around inside you.”
I tried to imagine what it would be like, to marry Cord and have his children. I’d never thought about such things before, not with anyone. Witnessing the sad demise of my own parents’ marriage and their rather lackluster take on parenthood had left me a little soured on that version of ‘Happily Ever After”.
“You have a weird look on your face,” Cord noticed, relaxing back on the bed, splendidly naked.
“Do I?”
He nodded, then reached over and tapped my head. “There’s a lot going on there. Makes me wish I had, what-do-you-call-it? ESP.”
I settled against him, enjoying the combination of our flushed, sweaty skin. “You don’t need Extra Sensory Perception. You can just ask.”
“Okay. I’m asking.”
I sat up on one elbow. I cleared my throat. I touched the letters on his chest.
He conquers who conquers himself.
“Come on, Say. Spit it out.”
“All right. The only relationship I’ve ever had was Devin and that was…”
“A big fat f*cking shit show,” Cord finished with a frown.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “You remember me in school, Cord. I guess I never really broke out of that shell. I was kind of a loner, didn’t have too many friends.”
“Neither did I.”
I laughed. “Bullshit. Everyone in our class either feared you or wanted to f*ck you. All three of you.”
“I know,” he yawned. “It was so lonely.”
“Look, you wanted me to be serious.”
“I know, baby. I’m listening.”
I fidgeted. “The things I say to you, that’s not just passion talking, Cord. That’s me.”
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at the ceiling. It was excruciating. When he finally did speak, the words came gradually. They were difficult to hear.
“When I was pretty little, maybe six or so, I drank some bad water. It was summer, the morning after a thunderstorm, and there was some rainwater which had accumulated in a rusty old drum out back with the other garbage. Town had shut off our supply again, likely because the old man didn’t pay the bill. We were so goddamn thirsty and all we could find was warm beer. Creed and Chase, they balked at that brown water, warned me not to touch it. But I was so desperate I didn’t care. The taste was f*cking awful. Wasn’t long before I started vomiting. Must have been some nasty bacteria in there ‘cause I didn’t stop for days. I sweated it out on the floor of the trailer while my brothers sat beside me and cried. Christ only knows where the old man was. My mother, she didn’t even know where she was half the time. But as I thrashed on the dirty, stinking floor, feeling like a tribe of rattlers were warring in my gut, she found me. She told my cousin, Declan, to get some bottled water. Then she held me all night, forcing me to drink a few sips at a time. Saylor, that was the only time I recall feeling anything like love come from either of my parents. And other than Creed and Chase, I’d never felt it much from anyone else. Until now.”
I clutched at him, crying softly. Cord, however, was dry-eyed. He curled his strong arms around my body and kissed me tenderly.
“Go to sleep now, my beautiful girl. You’ve found my heart. This is real. It’ll still be here in the morning.”
I wrapped my arms around his broad chest. “Sweet dreams,” I murmured.
Cord laughed lightly in the dark. “I don’t dream, honey. Too much ugly shit mixed in. It can defeat you. Now get some rest while you can. Remember, I promised to screw you over and over again.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CORD