Unexpected Fate (Hope Town #1)

He looks down, locks eyes with me, and pulls his fingers from my dark hole. When I feel the steel of his piercing against my body, I tense and his eyes flash.

“Don’t do that. Fucking beg me, Dani,” he commands.

I take a deep breath, and before I can get the words out, I feel his palm against my ass, the feeling startling but not unpleasant. I moan and do as he said, begging him to take me.

“Yeah. That’s what I want to hear. Louder, Dani.” His words slur, and I feel him press harder against my body. “Make me believe you.”

I do as he said, my body once again feeling like a coil that is being pulled too tight.

“Just. Like. That!” he roars before slowly pushing himself into my body. “Push out, baby. Push against me and take my cock.”

The burn is almost too much. I can feel each of the piercings that line his cock until he’s settled in as deep as he can go, and the one piercing that’s left is pressed against my stretched hole. It hurts in a way that is so all consuming, and I scream out with the pleasure that his pain brings me.

“So fucking good,” he pants, pulling out just an inch before rocking into my body again. “Made for my cock.”

I cry out, scream just as he predicted, and hold on for dear life as he builds up his speed until he’s pushing into my body in a pace that has me feeling like I can’t breathe.

“So full of my cock, Dani-girl. Your ass is begging for it.”

Thrust out and push in. Each time, gaining speed until I’m not sure if I’m even breathing anymore.

“God. Damn.” His fingers dig into my hips before I feel his fingers circling my clit, and just like that—with that one simple touch—I explode in the most powerful orgasm my body has ever felt. My head is thrown back and his name is the last thing on my lips as my body milks his cock of every ounce of come he has left.

I’M NOT SURE WHAT’S GOTTEN into me.

One second, I was begging for my girl to forgive me. The next, I was demanding that she beg me for my cock.

I took my pregnant woman rough and hard. And I didn’t just fuck her. No, I took one look at her body, ripe with the pregnancy of my child, and lost my fucking mind.

I move from behind her, careful that her spent body doesn’t fall onto her stomach, and lay her on her side. After jumping off the bed, I walk to the bathroom to clean myself off. As I wash my cock with a warm washcloth, I look in the mirror at my flushed skin. Sweat is beading down my chest, and my cock is still impossibly hard even after having just come twice.

After making sure I cleaned myself off, I run a new washcloth under the warm water and walk back over to the bed. Her eyes are closed, and her chest is moving up and down in a slow rhythm. My eyes trail down her flushed neck, and when I see my come dry on her skin—all over her long neck and tits—my cock jumps. Fuck, that’s hot.

I bring the washcloth to her skin and almost hate that I have to wipe myself off her body. She doesn’t even flinch as I clean her chin, neck, and tits. Not even a twitch when I rub the warm cotton over the ass I just fucked hard. She does hum in her sleep, but other than that, nothing.

I use this time to take in her body. Her belly looks so large now that I’m getting a good look. Her slim body makes her look like she swallowed a ball. When I think again about our child growing inside her, I want to fuck her all over again. It’s as if it wakes some primal desire to claim her that was dormant until now.

After tossing the dirty washcloth towards my hamper, I climb into the bed and pull the sheets over her body. My hand goes straight to her belly, and when I feel little bumps against my palm, my eyes go wide.

That. That right there is my child. A child I made with Dani.

That primal urge hits me again, reminding me that now she is connected to me forever. I know she loves me. There is no denying that. But this child? This child connects us in a way that will never change.

Our baby continues to make its presence known, and I close my eyes and let the peace that washes over me settle my heart.

“I’m going to marry you, Dani-girl,” I vow to the silence around me.

“Okay, baby,” she mumbles.

I thought she was asleep, so when I hear her sleepy voice answer me back, my eyes shoot to hers, and when I see her beautiful smile and bright-green eyes swimming with tears, I shake my head and move to kiss her deep.

“Why the tears?”

“I love you,” she says, not answering me.

“Dani. The tears.”

“I love you. That’s why the tears. But if you plan on marrying me, you better ask me when you haven’t just fucked me raw.”

I laugh, kissing her again, “Noted.”

“I missed you,” she sighs.

“I know, Dani-girl. Never again. I won’t leave you again, baby.”

She shifts so that her eyes come to mine. “You can’t promise that, Cohen. You don’t know when they’ll call you back.” She doesn’t say it, but I hear the fear in her voice, and I hate that it’s there.

“Actually, I can promise that. I’m out, baby. I let them know that I was leaving the program two days ago. I still have some shit I need to tie up with them, but I won’t be leaving.”

Her eyes go wide, and she looks at me in shock before—much to my surprise—she lets out a pitiful noise and drops her head, wrapping her arms around my body and holding me as tight as she can while she loses her shit.

“Dani-girl, you need to calm yourself.”

She doesn’t stop, just sobs harder.

Helpless and unable to stop her from drowning us both with tears, I bring her body close and wait for her cries to end.

“You’re not going to leave us?” she questions after a few minutes.

Us.

Her and our child.

“Never.”

“My God,” she cries. She looks up at me in awe, those eyes I love so much taking in every inch of my face. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“Yeah, the tears were a little questionable,” I joke.

“You’re going to be here . . . every day?”

“Every day from here on out.”

She smiles and cuddles her body close, relaxing instantly in my arms.

“We need to talk about what happened today, Dani.”

I probably could have timed it better, but the calm that was rolling down her body like a blanket evaporates the second I open my mouth.

“You don’t have to repeat that shit, baby. I know everything, but we do need to talk about what you think. What you think and what your gut is telling you about these things happening. I don’t fucking like it one bit, and until we figure out who’s behind these threats, I don’t want you leaving my sight.”