Page 53 of Sexting My Bratva Boss
Worry for her, but also worry because I’m getting too close.
Too comfortable.
It’s been over a month and fucking her relentlessly should have taken the edge off my infatuation. Instead, I find myself thinking of excuses to go there—and now, avoiding it whenever I can.
Lev has been typing out a response on his phone, and he holds it out for me for me to read. That catches my interest. He could just play the audio, but for some reason this answer merits the respect of silence.
She needs to speak to you about her condition.
My eyes cut to her immediately, searching.
“Are you sick?” I ask, stepping toward her.
She shakes her head, biting her lip. “No, I…” Glances at Lev.
I send him away with a silent gesture. He opens the door and leaves. He’ll be close by, or he’ll get on with his evening. I’m not thrilled that he brought her here and she can tell.
“I reached out to him. You gave me his number for emergencies, and I… I needed to see you tonight.”
Warmth blooms in my chest.
Sheneeded to see me.I hate how much I like that, how much I want that. Her needing me.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispers.
I have no words.
Thereareno words.
All my hopes, all my desperation, coalesces into this moment. Everything I’ve fought for, everyone I’ve had to stomp into the ground to make it here, every terrible thing I’ve had to do—it’s worth it.
Abruptly, I reach for her and scoop her into my arms. Audrey lets out a yelp. The silk of her nightdress is buttery against my skin as I carry her upstairs, up to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
I lay her on the bed and carefully climb over her, pressing a hand carefully to her belly. It’s warm, plush, as usual, but somewhere in there is the beginning of my legacy. And she has given this gift to me.
“You’re sure?” I ask, awe in my voice.
Audrey’s cheeks go pink as she nods. There’s worry in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I swallow before adding, “Do you… regret this?”
Slowly, silently, she shakes her head.
“No.”
I can’t hold back any longer. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close, kissing her deeply. She makes a contented sound against my mouth, her hands going to my neck.
Feeling a surge of what can only be affection and obsession, I cage her in and roll us, settling her on top of my hips. Audrey chuckles, but the way she grinds against my erection tells me she wants it just as badly as I do.
Is she as ecstatic as I am?
As in awe?
“Take it,” I mumble, raising my hips to create more friction. “Take whatever you want, my little wolf.”
She lets out a quiet whimper, reaching between us and lifting onto her knees to fumble at my sweatpants. I grin up at her torturously as she struggles. With a huff, Audrey backs downthe bed and yanks until my cock springs free. She licks her lips greedily.
“No boxers?”