Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (20 page)

I knew Ellis’s birthday was coming up and that Ryan would demand that I show up for his party. I’d spent hours, if not full days, trying to come up with any excuse that I thought would work. I didn’t want to run into Wrench. I didn’t want to start crying again. The last thing I needed was to embarrass myself. I’d thought quickly last time and he’d seemed to believe it, but if I did it again I didn’t think he would.

My heart still ached from the pain from the last encounter we’d had.

Sure enough, Ryan demanded that I show up at the party or she would personally turn up at my door and force me to go. Since it was for Ellis, and only because it was for him, I gave in without much of a fight.

I sat in front of the house, watching people come and go. Loud bikes roared up and the crowd grew even in the few short minutes I sat there. It took nearly ten minutes to convince myself to get out of the car. I had on a tight, dark blue dress with a high collar and a dip in the back that left half my back bare. A pair of black flats and a low ponytail finished off my simple look. I didn’t plan on sticking around long anyway.

Making sure I didn’t have any fly-aways with my hand, I walked up the drive. I only had my car keys and my phone clutched in one hand. No need for a wallet or purse. It only gave me one more thing to keep track of. Once I was inside, I spotted a few of the guys I’d cooked many meals for and waved at them. I headed for the game room hoping to find Ryan, Ellis or Monk. As expected, I found Monk at his usual table over looking the pool table. Secretly, I think he had a bit of a gambling addiction, but who was I to judge?

“Hey there, lady.” A large smile spread over Monk’s face when he spotted me. “Look at how huge you are.”

“Gee, thanks,” I laughed. I hated it, yet everyone said it when they saw me. “Still have almost two months left too.”

“Girl, I don’t think you have any more room in there.” Monk’s eyes grew wide as he tilted his head from side to side while staring at my belly. He was trying to figure out how it’d be possible. I agreed — I had stood in front of the mirror many times in just a pair of panties wondering if it was actually possible to get bigger. Obviously it was, because the babies kept growing and the belly kept expanding. “You still look as sexy as ever, though.”

“Yeah, right. I look like a beached whale, but thanks.” I laughed softly and shook my head. I climbed onto one of the bar stools and nearly sighed at the relief to be off my feet. My ankles were getting so swollen and painful I tried to keep them up every chance I got, which was easier said than done.

“You don’t look like a whale. You’re pregnant.” Wrench showed up out of no where again. As usual, it was like he knew when I arrived. I looked at him, but didn’t say a word before turning back to Monk. “Really? You’re just going to ignore me?”

“I have nothing to say to you right now.” I shrugged, but refused to look at him again. It twisted my insides to see him and I didn’t want to deal with any conflicting emotions. I was just there to wish Ellis a happy birthday and then leave.

“I don’t think so,” Wrench growled before wrapping an arm around my shoulder, then turning me and scooping me off the seat. He started to walk through the room; thankfully everyone got out of his way since I doubted he could hold me for very long.

“Put me down, Wrench.” I rolled my eyes at him. I wasn’t surprised. He didn’t like being ignored and he certainly didn’t like not getting his way.

“No. I’m done with this shit. We need to talk and I’m not doing it out here,” his deep, gravelly voice slid over me, causing me to shiver as he walked down the hall toward his office. Once in his office, he set me in his chair and leaned against the desk looking at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked an eyebrow. “What do you want to talk about that is so important?”

“God, look at how big your belly is getting,” he said, staring at it.

“Fuck off. You brought me in here for that?” I pushed out of the chair, letting it roll away behind me as I moved towards the door.

“Stop.” Wrench reached for me. I slapped his hand and brushed past him. I was spun by a hand on my shoulder. Pressed against the cabinet along the wall, Wrench held me in place with a hand on either side of my body, his face inches from mine. “Woman. I swear.”

I watched as his jaw flexed, his eyes never leaving mine. After a moment, I sighed and tried to duck under his arm. Hands cupped my cheeks to stop me as Wrench slammed his mouth to mine.

Instantly, my entire body flared to life. His mouth was desperate, almost as desperate as I was. I tried to not want him, I tried to continue to hate him, but I couldn’t. I wanted him. I needed him and anything he was willing to give me for any amount of time I could have him.

Latching onto the back of his neck, I pulled him to me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, ravaging mine. A growl left his throat, his hands sliding down my sides, gripping my hips, pulling me into him. My belly pushed harder against him and I pulled away from his kiss.

“Careful,” I whispered before closing the distance again. I didn’t want him to stop. God, no, I didn’t want him to stop. I just wanted him to take it easy.

“Fuck,” Wrench gasped into my neck as he left a trail of kisses down it, his hands gathering my skirt, pulling it up. “I just want you so bad. I’m trying to control myself here.”

I slid my hands up under his shirt, dragging my nails down his back, earning me another growl and a soft bite to the neck. “Mmm,” I moaned, slipping a hand into his hair, gripping it tightly.

Wrench pulled back and with one sweeping arm, he cleared the top of his desk onto the floor before holding out a hand for me. I placed my hand in his, wondering what he had in mind. “Sit,” Wrench said, helping me onto the desk. He tugged my dress until it was around my waist. Biting his lower lip, he dropped to his knees in front of me. A hand on either knee pushed my legs farther apart. I leaned back on my hands while Wrench’s hands slowly skimmed up my outer thighs, snagging the outside of my panties and pulling them down my legs.

Tossing them aside, Wrench hummed in appreciation as he ran two fingers lightly up the center of my body. Instinctively, I spread my thighs even farther; I wanted him to skip the teasing phase and get straight to fucking me. I was more than prepared for his big cock. When two of his fingers sank deep into me, I groaned and fell down onto my elbows.

“Yeah, little one, that feels damn good, doesn’t it? Already so wet. You’d suck my cock right in you are so fucking tight.” Wrench talked quietly as his fingers slid out, then back into my clenching pussy. It was greedy, it wanted more.

“Give it to me. Shut up and give me that cock,” I groaned, throwing my head back as he roughly slammed his fingers into me repeatedly. “Wrench…” I moaned, pushing up to my hands, locking eyes with him. “Fuck me with your big, hard cock. Now.”

His eyes flashed at me before a slow, sexy smile spread over his face. His fingers slipped from my body. With his eyes still on mine, he dragged his tongue over his fingers covered in my cream. “Mmmm.” He closed his eyes as if he was cherishing the flavor. “I missed that fucking taste. Best fucking taste in the whole world.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, sharing the taste with me. One large hand, tugged my head back by my ponytail making me sigh in contentment. I felt him jostling around, then felt the unmistakable sensation of his erection nudging my opening.

“Wrench…” I started. He put a finger over my lips, stopping me from continuing.

“Please, call me Patrick. No one has called me that for years, except my sister. I want to hear it from your mouth as I’m fucking you. And no, I don’t want to put on a condom. I haven’t been with anyone for weeks, I’ve only wanted you. I want to feel your bare pussy wrapped around my cock with nothing in the way.” As he talked, he slid his cock up and down my slit, teasing my clit and opening, but not entering me. “Don’t deny me, Melia. Please, I need you.”

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him to me. “Just fuck me, Patrick.”

~Patrick~

When she whispered my name with desire dripping off it, I couldn’t help the involuntary thrust of my hips. I sank all the way to the hilt in her, my fingers digging into her thighs.

“Damn,” I groaned, holding still for a moment. It had been more years than I cared to think about since I’d been without a rubber while in a woman. She was tight as hell and without the desensitizing from the condom, I didn’t think I was going to last long. Rotating my hips, I pulled out slightly before sliding back into her warmth.

“God…
damn
,” Melia moaned, her elbows pressed against the desk, holding her upper half still covered with her dress, off the desk. I kept rotating my hips, just barely sliding in and out of her. Her heels dug into my ass, encouraging me to move faster. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to have her taste on my lips again, but with her belly in the way, I couldn’t. Not unless I wanted to stop fucking her, which wasn’t going to happen.

I wish I’d taken her to my room. I wanted to strip her down and watch her beautiful tits bounce as I fucked her. I didn’t expect her to let me fuck her again. Damn if I wasn’t going to prove to her exactly why she wasn’t going to be going anywhere for a long time.

Pulling back, I slid my cock out until only the head was still in her, then slammed as deep as I could into her. Grabbing her ponytail again, I pulled her head back, knowing she loved the tiny bite of pain it caused. Her eyes met mine, her lips parted, her chest rose and fell rapidly. I watched her face as I slammed deep into her again before slowly pulling back out.

“Like that, don’t you little one? My big cock, deep in that pussy. I can feel the tremors run through your body telling me just how good it feels when I do this…” I slammed hard into her and she moaned loudly. Her body trembled with pleasure again.

“Fuck, Patrick. It feels so good,” Melia moaned, lifting one hand to wrap it around my shoulder. Her nails dug into it, making me move quicker. “My pussy is so fucking wet from how damn good it feels have that big cock in it.”

I lowered my head, closing my eyes, digging my fingers even deeper into her thighs as my control slipped farther.

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked before.” Melia locked her eyes with mine as she dug her heels into me again, squeezing her thighs around my waist.

“I already am, little one.” I cupped her neck in my hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “I already am.”

Melia’s entire body clenched around me as I plunged back into her and she came. Fuck if that wasn’t in the sexiest face I’d ever seen a woman make. As she recovered, I kept a steady pace, thrusting into her dripping wet pussy. I was going to have to change my pants since I’d only pulled my cock out the zipper to fuck her. There hadn’t been time to undress further.

“Mmm, yeah, that felt so good,” Melia sighed, leaning back onto her elbows. Hooking my arms under her knees, I held her legs as I moved swiftly into her.

“Yeah, it fucking does. Especially with how wet you are,” I groaned. Bucking my hips quicker against her, I wanted to feel her do it again. I wanted her to cover my jeans with her come.

“That’s all for you.” Melia gave me a wicked smile. She arched her hips against me, bringing me further into her. I felt myself getting closer to coming. Holding her legs tightly, I fucked her in earnest, as hard, fast and deep as I could get. With each thrust, a grunt from the effort left my mouth and was greeted with a moan from Melia. “Shit. Shit.” Melia pushed her body off the desk trying to get closer to me before her pussy clamped down hard on my cock and I felt her drench me again. Two more thrusts and I followed her into ecstasy, bathing her pussy with my release, pulse after pulse. Wobbling on my feet from the intensity of my release, I fell forward and braced an arm on the desk so I wouldn’t crush Melia.

Both of us were breathing hard and sighing as we came back to Earth. She recovered first, wiping a hand across my forehead and laughing lightly, which made her clamp down on my now overly-sensitive dick.

“Made you work for that, huh?” She laughed wiping her damp hand down my chest. Apparently, I was sweating.

“Didn’t even realize it. It felt too good to notice anything except you.” I inwardly groaned at how sappy that sounded. Fuck if it wasn’t the truth though.

“So you do have a sweet side.” Melia smiled again. I pulled back, causing her to moan at the loss of my dick. She slid off the desk and knelt down in front of me. Tucking her legs under the desk, she pushed on my hips. “Sit.”