Page 21 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

Eighteen

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Erie hissed as my hands caressed between her thick thighs then down to her feet.

“Mm,” she moaned sexily. “That feels so good, baby.”

I proceeded to massage all areas of her body until I made it to her scalp. We switched positions, and Erie now sat between my legs. I took my sweet time sectioning and oiling her scalp. My heart swelled with pride because I was really getting a handle on this relationship thing.

I’d never allowed myself to get this far with any woman.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t find one because they were always throwing themselves at me, but none of them were willing to put up with me genuinely.

Secondly, I just didn’t vibe with any woman the way I did my Bella.

She always had me watching some of those natural hair tutorials.

Erie’s reasoning was what if we had a daughter and she couldn’t do her hair because she was sick, I needed to be able to help my daughter just like I could my son. She made a lot of sense.

I’d trained my eyes, mind, and body to expect how monsters moved and thought, but it was Erie who showed me there was much more to life than killing.

For her, I’d learn how to navigate a healthier life and relationship.

There was a possibility that I could have one or multiple girls, and I just needed to be my best self in order to help them thrive and navigate this world.

I was brought out of my reverie when I heard sniffles. What did I do wrong? I stopped and looked down. Tears flowed freely down Erie’s beautiful and wet face.

“What’s the matter, Bella? Am I hurting you?” I wiped her face and helped her turn around to face me.

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is just right. I haven’t felt this kind of love since Gigi was alive.

She always took the time to oil my scalp.

I sat between her strong legs while we talked about everything under the sun.

Those moments always made my day. Her fingers used to caress my scalp soothingly like they were mapping out directions.

“She never used a comb to section my hair, just her fingers. Afterward, she oiled my hair with coconut oil and vitamin E oil. Your fingers just reminded me so much of hers. Memories just flooded my mind,” Erie expressed. She released a sniffle.

I cuddled her in my arms. Erie hugged me tightly. I rubbed my fingers soothingly through her hair and hummed lightly. I didn’t have words at the moment, but sometimes, all a person wanted was someone to vent to.

She snuggled closer to me. I continued to soothe her until I noticed her body went heavier. Time went by, and I looked down. Erie snored lightly in my arms. She’d cried herself to sleep.

I picked her up and placed her gently in the bed. I pulled the thick comforter over her and placed all the supplies on the vanity. When I saw Erie was good, I decided to take a shower and rest next to her. Tomorrow, it would be time to head out.

I had a big surprise for her. I had a feeling Erie suspected I wanted to leave early so I could handle her brother, but that wasn’t the full truth. I’d already made these plans for her. I knew she’d love it.

Once I’d scrubbed myself clean and moisturized, a quick nap sounded good.

I placed both of our phones on charge. Erie pooted in her sleep, and I chuckled.

I loved that girl so much. I climbed into bed and snuggled behind my world and rubbed her stomach.

She was always so warm. I started to doze off when I felt light bumps against my hand.

My eyes popped open. I rubbed her stomach again.

The little bumps happened again. My babies communicated with me.

Their tiny kicks continued as long as I rubbed Erie’s stomach.

My chest swelled with adoration. I reflected on how my life had gotten to this point.

Everything I had endured was worth it for this moment.

“Daddy is going to give you all the world. I’ll protect you all from all the bad monsters in the world. If I can’t, I’ll die trying.”

I said a silent prayer for my family and fell asleep.

The next morning, I wanted to get a start on things early since we were leaving today. My love did not make it easy for me at the moment.

“Bella, please don’t argue with me,” I begged her. “You’ve been on your feet a lot, baby. I can handle packing our things alone.” I looked at her pleadingly.

“Ro. You’ve done a lot too. I can help by—”

“Erie, enough!” I raised my voice.

The sorrowful expression on her face ricocheted through me like a stray bullet. I fucked up.

“Ro, you yelled at me,” she noted in a sad tone. Erie shook her head and walked out the room.

I felt horrible because I didn’t mean to yell at her. Nice going. I just wanted her to let it go and relax while she carried our babies. Erie didn’t know I’d noticed her wincing in pain for the past month.

It was a daunting task to carry one baby, let alone three. I released a deep breath and tossed our packed luggage on the bed and went after her. There was no way I wouldn’t.

Erie only wanted to help, but she didn’t need to overexert herself anymore because I was now in the picture.

I would explain that to her calmly. I checked all the spare rooms until I found her in the theater room watching SING .

My baby loved that movie with all those damn singing animals.

At a snail’s pace, I crept down the aisle and sat down next to her in our plush recliners.

“Bella, baby, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. You’re in your second trimester and kinda close to the finish line. I want you to have a successful and safe delivery. I’ve been watching you move around in pain for the last month. When were you going to tell me?”

She looked down at her joined hands.

“It’s things like that why I go so hard and cater to you. It’s my job, Bella. You’re carrying not one, not two, but three babies. I need you to understand where I’m coming from.” I exhaled loudly and rubbed down my face. I always did that when I was frustrated.

“I’m sorry, Ro, for storming out. You’re right. I’m being selfish and not considering your feelings. I don’t want to come off as the lazy pregnant mother. I’m trying to help you as much as possible,” she revealed.

Erie lowered her head and fiddled with the material on her woven sweater.

“You’re not lazy at all, Bella. Get that silly notion out your head. You don’t have a lazy bone in your body. Just remember it’s my job to take care of you and our children. It’s a job I created, and I take it very seriously.” Silence enveloped us as I examined her.

“Bella, look, beautiful.”

She blushed. Her full lashes batted at me as I caressed her soft and moisturized skin.

The babies had rounded off her toffee-coated face.

My eyes trailed down to her little nose that spread more than she liked.

Lustfully, I stared at her thick, juicy lips.

I could never get enough of both pairs of her lips.

Erie’s lips were full and the perfect shade of light brown.

The long, soft pink, frilly sweater dress she wore molded around her round stomach. Erie paired black thigh-high boots with her outfit, and I daydreamed about her smooth and inviting brown legs around my waist. Instantly, my dick hardened under my dark green sweats.

“Ro,” Erie voiced softly.

I arched my brow. “Si, amore mio ( Yes, my love ),” I answered.

I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. This woman just brought out a different side of me every time she looked at, spoke to, or touched me. My dick pulsed against my thigh. I was more than ready for Erie.

She gave a light shiver whenever I spoke Italian to her when it was sexy time. It was crazy. My native tongue turned her on, and the things she did with her tongue turned me on.

Her straight white teeth bit down on her full bottom lip as she stared at me lustfully. Erie’s eyes lowered, breath picked up as she gazed into my eyes. That look turned me on every time.

With ease, I pulled her on top of my lap. Erie’s thick thighs held my lower body hostage. I trailed my hand between us and freed my dick from my joggers. Erie lifted slightly then rested on her knees. She kissed me so slow and deliciously.

I massaged her rosebud until she dripped for me.

Her head fell back from the pleasure. I had just got started, though.

There was way more in store for her. I used two fingers and pulled her thong to the side.

My tip caressed over her lower, swollen lips, replacing my fingers. Erie rocked against my tip.

She wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me in more for a deeper kiss. The teasing was driving me insane. Erie knew how to build me up for an explosive orgasm.

“Sss, Ro. . .” Erie hissed. “I wanna feel you, baby.”

“You wanna feel me, Bella?” I quizzed, rubbing my dick against her dripping opening.

“I need to feel you.” She leaned forward and bit down on my neck.

Fuck! I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had enough of the teasing. It was time for me to feel Erie’s walls. I lifted her up by her round, hefty cheeks and eased her down my dick. In true Erie fashion, she slammed her ass down on me.

“Ahh, fuck!” she panted loudly.

“Damn, Bella!” I professed.

She moved leisurely until she caught her groove. My eyes closed from the pleasure but only for a few minutes. I never missed a moment to gaze into her eyes when we fucked face-to-face. Erie picked up her pace. She bounced on my dick like a woman possessed.

“That’s right, baby, give me those strokes. Shit. I love this big ass dick.”

Erie rode me like a prized horse at the derby. I held her ass in place and deep stroked in and out of her like a man on a mission. Beads of sweat formed over my brow and top lip, but that shit didn’t deter me.

“Guardami ( Look at me )!” I commanded.

Erie’s pretty hazel eyes looked at me. The power they held, she didn’t understand. Every time she looked at me, I felt my heart and soul being entrapped more.