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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tara

I FINALLY CRACKED . I had been giving Sean the cold shoulder for nearly a week, but last night, I cracked. I finally talked to to him. More like screamed at him.

He came home with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and dinner from my favorite Italian restaurant. It was a sweet gesture. He had been doing romantic things all week. Or trying to anyway. Some of his plans I ruined by being a bitch. Like, when he drew me a bath and bought a bunch of bath bombs for me to use in it. Instead of soaking in the tub, I walked past it and took a shower.

Then the next night while I was watching a movie in the living room, he scooped up my feet and started giving more poor swollen feet a massage. It felt so good, but of course I still felt like be a bitch so I pulled my feet away and went into the guest room I claimed as my own to get away from him.

Each day he greets me with a cup of my favorite tea, and kisses my forehead. Then while I sit in silence, he talks. He tells me about his childhood, his parents’, and some of the things going on at the club. Never anything mafia related. He has told me repeatedly that if I want to know anything, I just need to ask.

I screamed at him that it was unfair that I was being punished for his mistakes. That I didn’t want to be stuck in the apartment anymore.

You know what his answer was?

“Okay, where do you want to go?” As if it was that easy. Turns out it was. He hadn’t been keeping me locked up. He said I could walk out the door at any time. The guards would follow me. I wasn’t restricted, unless they felt I was in danger.

That had shut me up and calmed me down enough to let him tell me more. Yes, he has strong-armed me and moved me out of Milwaukee, but it was so that he could keep me safe. Milwaukee was not their territory, he had no men there. In Chicago, he has allies and soldiers, all of who know of me, and know to protect me.

And the job I thought I had to leave behind. He had spoken to my boss, told them about the robbery at my house, and asked if I could have a week off and then resume more work remotely. Of course I hadn’t believed him at first.

He had me call Sasha. She confirmed everything. He even set up a second desk in his home office, so I could work in comfort.

I felt like an idiot. I made so many wrong assumptions about him. Don’t get me wrong, he still went about things wrong. Knowing what I know now, and the dangers I face being in his life, I feel more accepting of the changes he made to my life. I still made sure to tell him not to do anything else. If he was serious about staying married to me and making it work, then we needed to discuss things as a couple.

He agreed to communicate better, and I agreed to stop giving him the cold shoulder.

This morning Sean greeted me with my usually tea and a question. “Will you go out on a date with me?”

I accepted. And now, hours later, I’m standing in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear. All my dresses felt too tight on my baby bump. I had bought a few maternity pants for work, but none of those outfits felt sexy enough to go on a date in.

I was uncomfortable, grumpy, and starting to sweat from the exercise I was getting by trying on my entire closet.

By the time Sean came home with flowers, I couldn’t even muster up a smile and was ready to cancel.

“Sweetheart…”He said it with such affection. It made my heart clench. “Why are you upset?”

“I don’t have anything to wear. I want to look pretty, but everything is too small.”

He leans over and gives me a kiss on the forehead. You are fucking beautiful. If I could keep you naked all the time I would. Then he kisses my exposed belly. I had forgotten that I had stripped down to just my bra and panties.

Sean hasn’t seen me this naked since the night we made little nugget. At first I want to grab the nearest thing and cover myself up, but the look in Sean’s eyes isn’t disgust, it’s heat. He looks like he wants to eat me. “I do want to eat you.” He says with a smile. Crap didn’t mean to say that outloud. “But, I promised to feed you and little nugget first, so you’ll have to be dessert.”

He helps me stand then moves to my dresser. He pulls out a pair of black leggings and tosses them on the bed next to me. “Put those on. I’ll be right back.”

I do as he asks. He comes back in holding a sweatshirt. It’s his sweatshirt. One with his college logo on it. He doesn’t say anything as he holds it over my head and helps me put it on. “Perfect.” He says.

I bring the shirt to my nose and inhale. It smells like him, and makes me smile. “I can’t wear this to dinner.” I state. Kind of hoping he will agree to skip dinner out, and we can eat something quick here then get to the after dinner events.

This pregnancy has been making me horny as hell, and it’s becoming a struggle not to jump Sean every time I see him.

“You aren’t wearing it to dinner. You’re wearing it to the store.” He says matter-of-factly. “I’m taking you shopping.”

“You are?” I love shopping.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I told you, anything you need, just ask.”

Without thinking, I blurt out what I want. “Kiss me.”

“What?” He looks surprised by my request.

“I want you to kiss me.”

His answer was to crash his lips against mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. It was a claiming. And I let him take me. He pulled his mouth away, but only long enough to throw all my clothes from the bed to the floor. Then he lifted me up and placed me on the bed. “Please tell me you want more.”

I nod. “I want more.” Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he strips off his clothes. I watch him move. Muscles flexing with each piece of clothing he takes off. It’s erotic, and he’s not even trying. If anything he is uncoordinated in his rush to get lips back on mine.

Sean’s weight settled over me. His breathe washing over my neck making my skin shiver. My thighs widened to so he could settle between them. He made sure to keep the bulk of his weight off of me and my belly by resting on his forearms. “This okay?”

“Yes.” I whispered breathlessly. He was barely touching me and yet I was ready to explode. It wouldn’t take much for me to detonate.

His mouth ravaged mine. My hips began to rock on their own accord. I needed him. Sean pulled away, moving down my body and stripping my bra and panties as he went. He stopped when his face was level with my pussy. He gave me a long lick before inserting a single finger.

Within moments I was screaming out my orgasm and seeing stars. “Holy shit.” I whispered. His tongue never left me as he coaxed me down from my high. “Sorry.” God, that was embarrassingly fast. I can feel him smile against my skin as he presses a gentle kiss to my clit. He removes his finger and sits back on his ankles.

“Why are you sorry?” He asks as he takes the finger that was inside me and brings it to his mouth. His moan has my core clenching with need again.

“Umm…”I can’t think of an answer. Watching him lick my juices off his finger fried my brain.

He chuckles, then lowers himself so he is hovering over me again. His cock bumping against my engorged clit, causing me to moan louder than he had a moment ago. He does it again, then backs up a bit so his head notches at my opening. “Never say sorry for an orgasm I give you. I don’t care how fast it happens. It’s my greatest treasure to hear your screams, and watch your eyes roll back in your head as you lose yourself to the pleasure.”

With that, he drives his cock into me all the way to the root. “Fuck. Sean!” I scream out. He’s so deep. Or maybe it just feels deeper because of the baby.

“Shit. I think you got tighter sweetheart. You’re strangling my cock.” He thrust into me with brutal strokes. Hitting every nerve ending he has found in our weekend of pleasure. He was the master of my pleasure, and I loved every stroke of it. In, out, he drove my need for him higher, until I shattered.

My walls squeezed him. I was sure it would tip him over the edge with me. I wanted us to be united in our pleasure.

He slowed his strokes, drawing out my pleasure. When I floated back down, he kissed me before pulling himself free.

With gentle care, he flipped me over onto all fours. His hands rubbing up and down my back. “This position okay for the baby?”

I love how even in the heat of the moment, he was still conscious of my needs, and the safety of our little nugget. I was still buzzing from the high of two orgasms, but I managed to form words. “It’s perfect.”

My heart beat erratically as he kissed me sweetly, before moving behind me. His hands grabbed on tight to my hips. Instead of driving in fast, he took his time. Dragging his cock back and forth in slow and steady strokes.

“Sean.” I whine.

“You need something hellcat?” Fuck, I missed that name. He called me it a lot that weekend. It made me feel strong and sexy.

I arch my back and turn my head over my should so I can look at him. “I need you to fuck me.” My words seemed to snap his control. His thrusts grow erratic. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fueling him on. I had to move one of my hands against the headboard to keep from crashing into it with each powerful thrust.

“That’s my girl. Squeeze me.” I can feel him harden even more. The telltale sign of his impending orgasm.

“I’m so close.” I moan.

He reaches around and rubs his finger around my clit. Once. Twice.

“Fuck!” Roars Sean. His seed shooting into me. Warming me from the inside. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge again.

I think I black out from the pleasure. When I come to, I’m on my back, Sean is standing beside me, the biggest smile on his face. I feel like I should say something. The words ‘I love you’ are on the tip of my tongue.

It’s too soon. So instead I stay quiet.

We get cleaned up and dressed again.

An hour later, Sean is holding my hand as we walk into a maternity and baby clothing boutique. Sean had called ahead and gotten the store to shut down for the night so we could have the store to ourselves. Well, except for the two attendants that are hovering nearby, waiting to see if we need any assistance and the three guards we brought with us.

I stroll through the rows, stopping every once and a while to admire a shirt or a dress. I end up selecting a few of each that I want to try on. Sean just shakes his head at me and waves over the two women. He instructs them to grab everything in my size that they have and bring it to me in the changing room.

They do as instructed, and when I get done with all of them, I have a massive pile of clothes I liked. I start to make two piles, keep and put back.

Sean comes up behind me, putting his hands around me and resting on our baby. “What are you doing?” He asks as he kisses my neck.

I turn so I can get a proper kiss from him. “Narrowing down the pile.”

“No need.”

“What?”

He chuckles, then kisses my lips until my brain goes fuzzy. “I said no need. We’re getting it all.”

I pull further back. “All? As in everything?”

“Yes.” He waves Oscar over. He pulls a navy blue dress from the pile and placed it in my hands. Looking to Oscar he says. “Can you stay and ensure they get delivered to the apartment?”

Oscar nods. “Of course boss.”

Sean grabs my hand and leads me back into the changing room. He nods his head to the dress I’m holding. “Wear this for me?”

I nod, then scurry to change. I hear Sean laugh for a moment before his footsteps walk away.

A few minutes later, I’m changed, and have my clothes rolled in my arms when I find him wandering through the baby section. He picks up a little pink dress. Then an adorable little suit.

He doesn’t notice me standing here. I give him a minute, then clear my throat. The sound jolts him out of his head. He turns to look at me.

The dress he had me put on is classy, but I feel sexy as shit in it. I don’t think it’s meant to be sexy. The length is to my knees. There’s no high slit, and only shows a touch of cleavage. It has flowing short sleeves, tight around my growing bust, but then flares out around the waist to keep pressure off my growing bump.

Maybe it’s not the dress making me feel sexy. Maybe it’s him. The look he’s giving me. Like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Gorgeous.” He says. I can’t help but to smile as I step closer to him. I pluck the little suit from his hand. My fingers grazing the three tiny buttons of the vest.

“Do you have a preference?”

“Of dress?” He questions. “I like this one.” He says fingering the fabric of my dress.

Chuckling, I correct him, “I meant the baby. Any preference on gender?”

He shakes his head. “Not particularly. But I’d like to eventually have a little girl with your smile, green eyes, and blonde hair.” My heart gives an involuntary flutter.

“Not a boy you can train to take over.” I tease.

“Not the first. Maybe the second?”

“Second?” I parrot.

“Yes.” He admits. “Or third.”

“Third? You want more kids?”

“Don’t you?” He pulls me into his arms. Feeling his strength wash over me like a comforting blanket.

“I hadn’t allowed myself to think about it. There was so many unknowns when I first found out about this one.”

“And now?” He asks. “What do you think now?”

“Can I ask you first?” He chuckles and presses a kiss to lips.

“Of course.” He pauses for a moment. “I think about it everyday. I want a mini you that I can spoil. She’ll have a big princess bed. She’ll make Callum and I have tea parties in the playroom.” He moves his hands down to cup our baby. “Then I want a little boy who I can teach to fish.”

“You fish?” I blurt out. Is that a normal mafia man hobby?

“No, but I plan to learn.”

This time we laugh together.

“Does that scare you?” He asks.

Honestly…. “A little.”

“Only a little?” There’s no teasing in his voice.

I shrug. Giving myself a minute to find the words. “I always wanted a big family. I was an only child so it got a little lonely. I want my kids know what it’s like to have siblings. To have those built in friends for life.”

“I’ll give you as many as you want.” Sean promises.

“What if I only wanted the one?”

“Then I’d use the next twenty years to change your mind.”

With that statement, he kisses my forehead, grabs both outfits, and adds them to our purchase.