“Beg.”
“I want your baby.” My voice cracked. “Please, Forrest, please?—”
He pushed me forward and just…it was rough, perfect. His hips slapped against mine, a growl rumbling in his chest as he fucked me so hard I couldn’t stop screaming, begging, moaning. The pressure made my whole body rock, the bed creaking, my fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
I came hard—harder than any of the times before, my whole body shaking, his name torn out of me over and over. He followed me with a groan that rumbled through his chest and into my back, burying himself deep, his hand still splayed flat across my stomach.
We stayed like that, both of us breathing hard.
Then he pulled me down with him, my back to his chest, his arms around me, still inside me.
Neither of us spoke for a long moment.
"Willa."
He sounded…serious. I was terrified he was about to end it.
“Yeah?” I asked.
He breathed out a long, tired breath. Fear shot through me.
“What if it was never you?” he asked. “What if it was him? And what if…what if I already got you pregnant?”
My breath hitched, my pussy clenching despite myself. Forrest laughed helplessly.
“Guess that’s one answer…”
“I don’t know,” I interrupted, turning just enough to look back at him—keeping him inside me, because I desperately wanted it to take, wanted it to be true. “Mr. Daley…he’s old. But he’d had kids before?—”
“Five kids in forty years with four wives?” Forrest said.
Suddenly, the math did feel really absurd. And I wondered…
That shame I’d felt for so long, the anger at my own body—what if it hadnever been me?
And what if we’d been doing this for the past few days without any assurance there wouldn’t be a baby?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t think?—”
“Willa, it’s okay,” Forrest said, reaching up to cup my cheek. “If that happens…I’ve got you, okay? Whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He nodded. “Just want to make sure you’re cared for. That you see a doctor, that you get…that you get that damn ID because I want you safe.”
I swallowed hard, not having expected this, not this conversation, not how it would make me feel.
“I’m so lucky I found you,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead, smoothing my hair.
“I’m the lucky one,” he said. “Now go back to sleep…and we can figure this out in the afternoon, okay? Make sure you have everything you need.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed me one more time; I turned away from him and snuggled into his chest, his cock still softening inside me.
I wanted this. I wanted it terribly.