Page 130 of All That Glitters

“I’m not confused, Legs. I know exactly what I want.”

I bend down and feast on her before she can protest anymore. I know she wants this. Her words may say one thing, but her body never lies. She was born to be mine, just like I wasborn to be hers. Nobody fits me the way she does. I need her to remember that.

I drag my tongue through her folds, slurping and sucking like she’s a ripe peach. When I add a finger to the mix, she cries out, gripping my hair and holding me close. I grin as she gives herself over to me. I press an extra finger inside her, thrusting in and out slowly. Once she’s dripping all over my hand, I stand up and guide my weeping cock inside her. I take one of her legs and wrap it around my hip before I press my hands to the mirror behind her head and slam into her.

I crash my mouth into hers, drinking down her screams of pleasure as I ride her hard, bringing her to the edge over and over before pulling back. I don’t take my mouth from hers, stealing her breath and feeding her my own, wondering how I ever managed to survive without having her lips on mine.

The tingle at the base of my spine tells me I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Everything about Legs is too much, yet not enough. I slam into her over and over again. I feel her whole body quake, and only then do I let go, filling her to the brim with my cum as she violently detonates around me.

It takes a while for us to catch our breaths. She plays with my hair, lost in the moment. I stay right where I am until her movements still, and reality comes crashing back. I ease out of her slowly and pull back so I can watch my cum run out of her.

“Fuck me. I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.”

She watches me with flushed cheeks and sexed-up hair, looking a little lost, and I hate it. I grab a washcloth and clean us up before tossing it in the sink. I lift her and carry her to the bedroom, not bothering with clothes, before I lay her down. I climb in beside her and pull the blankets over us. She lies on her side, watching me warily. I mirror her position.

“I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere, Legs,” I tell her softly, the darkened room somehow making it easier to talk.

“You’ve let me down before. What’s different now?”

“I am. I thought I was protecting you. I know what a ridiculous notion that was now.”

“I still don’t understand what you think you were protecting me from. I’m not your mom, Midas, but it feels like you blurred our lives somehow.”

“Just to be perfectly clear, I don’t have mommy issues. I don’t fuck you thinking of her,” I tell her, disgust coating my words.

“That’s not what I meant,” she says softly.

I blow out a ragged breath. “I was already struggling, but finding out you were pregnant triggered a fuck-ton of issues. I was drowning in them.”

She swallows but says nothing, giving me time to continue.

“I convinced myself my issue was you being a club girl and perhaps it started that way, but it was so much more than just that. I knew how much you wanted a family. I heard you talking to Lil once, and it flayed me open, knowing I couldn’t give it to you. I figured if I pushed you away, you’d find someone else to offer you babies and white picket fences and shit, but the reality of finding out you were pregnant was so much more painful than I thought it would be.”

I slide my hand to her stomach and sigh. “I wanted this. I wanted to be the one to give it to you, and I couldn’t. And it just broke something inside me.”

She sniffs, and I know she’s crying. But if I stop now, I might never start again.

“Everything I worried about was coming true. I didn’t know who the father was. And all I could think about was my mom, being trapped in a life she so desperately wanted to escape from, tied to a man who didn’t care about her one way or another. I knew I had one chance to make a statement.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“I had one shot to get you free before people started making demands of you. If that meant you hating me, that was a risk I was willing to take.”

She’s quiet, too quiet, as she thinks over my words. “You eviscerated me. Tried to throw me out of the only home I had. But you never really left me alone. And I didn’t understand why if you hated me so much?—”

“I never hated you, I…”

“Was trying to save me,” she whispers, and I can see in her eyes the puzzle pieces shifting slightly. “You made me run before a demand was made for me to stay.” She swallows and lets out a shaky breath before continuing. “I heard you all once, you know, way back before I was pregnant. It was when Marcy had that pregnancy scare.”

I shake my head. “I don’t really remember,” I admit.

She huffs out a laugh. “And yet, it’s something I haven’t been able to forget. You were all talking about it, and you said something about being glad you could rule yourself out as the baby daddy. You said club girls and babies don’t mix and that you’d have to get sole custody from the get-go. And most of the brothers agreed with you.”

“I was thinking of my mom. Thinking about how if my father took me away at the beginning, before he let her love me, she wouldn’t have felt so much pain when she lost me.”

“I hate to break it to you, Midas, but she loved you the second she knew about you. There was no saving her from that heartache.”

I sigh before a thought stops me. “The baby’s father. He was at the table with me. He was one of the ones who agreed with what I said, wasn’t he? That’s why you won’t name him?”