Page 36 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
“Yes. Alisa means nothing to me other than that she’s Drew’s mother and Brad’s wife. If it weren’t for that, I’d never speak to her or look at her again. I have no reason to.”
“Even if that’s true?—”
Conrad stoops, making sure he has my full attention when he says, “It is, princess. It’s all true. You’re the only one I ever want to kiss for the rest of my life.”
I suck in a breath, wanting to believe with all my heart that he’s not lying, but repeat, “Even if that’s true, that doesn’t mean I want to have a baby with you. Not…not yet. I’m too young, and we’re so new. We’re still getting to know each other, and obviously we have trust issues to work through.”
Conrad kisses his way down my body until he’s kneeling, and he pushes my shirt up above the waistband of my long, ugly maxi skirt. I intentionally picked it simply becausehe’snever picked it.
“I’ll work every hour of every day to prove to you that you can trust me,” he says. “I know it didn’t happen the way youplanned, but, please, this is a good thing, Mirabeth. You and me—this baby—our family—it was meant to be and more than I ever could have hoped for with you as my wife and the mother of our child.” He kisses my stomach tenderly. “You say you’re too young, but I found your secret stash of baby clothes and books in the tote beneath our bed,” he says with a look of awe, lightly caressing my stomach with his fingertips. “And you’ve been secretly adding more while I’m at work, even after you went quiet on me. You want this baby as much as I do.”
I gasp and hold my breath. He was never meant to find my stash, every article of clothing and children’s books lovingly picked out since I graduated college and stored for my future first child.
Conrad winds his arms around me, squeezing me tight. His eyes flash possessively when he says, “I particularly liked the green onesie with O’Byrne embroidered on the front.”
“That one just showed up in the mail,” I say with a strangled voice, my fingers fluttering when I lay my hands on his broad shoulders. “My mom must have sent it.”
Conrad smiles when he lifts me in the air, his watery eyes sparkling with joy. “I saw the packing slip, princess. It had the last four digits of your debit card. You ordered it the day after we met. So who’s the liar now?” he asks with a soft chuckle.
“Okay, fine,” I admit, biting my bottom lip. “But that was before I found out?—”
He lays me in the middle of the bed and climbs on top of me, kissing me for a long moment. “Before youmistakenly thoughtI was having an affair.” His voice is steeped with remorse when he says, “I was trying to build a relationship with my nephew, which I unfortunately have to do through my ex. I was only being nice, I promise.”
“Well…stop it,” I say with a whimper, having missed Conrad’s touch and affection more than I realized, and thecrushing anguish I’d been carrying in my chest slowly starts to ease.
He leans on an elbow to tuck his fingers under the waistbands of my skirt and panties, then waits. When I don’t protest, he tugs them down to my ankles so that he can lie between my thighs. “Your wish is my command, princess,” he says, nuzzling his nose against mine. “I promise to be mean to her from now on.”
I squint at him as I lift my knees, my heart beating quicker. “How mean?”
“I’ll tell her that her shoes are ugly every time I see her.” I don’t stop him when he unbuttons his jeans and rolls his zipper down, sliding the underside of his huge, hard cock along my slit.
With a little hiccup and the arch of my back, I ask, “What else?”
“And that her roots are showing, and everyone knows she’s not a natural blonde.”
“Oooh, that’s really mean. I like it.”
“I have something else you’ll like,” Conrad says with a waggle of his brows, sitting up fast to pull his dirty T-shirt off, making me smile with his cornyDadjoke.
I’ve seen him undressed plenty of times, but I had stuck to my guns and ignored him as much as I could to protect my heart. As much as I had been hurting, it hadn’t stopped me from occasionally taking a peek when he worked out every afternoon before the sun set, jumping rope and doing dozens of burpees in the parking lot. So many times, I wanted to grant myself permission to forget all about the illicit kiss for as long as it took to steal an orgasm before going back to freezing him out. I had refused to give in to temptation, though, when he’d come back inside all sweaty and tan and ridiculously hot and would strip naked before his showers, his massive, hard cock jutting up fromhis pelvis. Now, I can look my fill of the sexy, golden man who, apparently, has been faithful this whole time.
Oops.
Conrad slowly slides his hands along my sides, pushing the hem of my T-shirt up until I curl my shoulders off the bed enough that he can slip the material over my head. He sighs with longing when I lie back, his eyes on my chest as my heart beats ever faster.
“I swear they’re bigger already,” he says, slipping my bra straps off my shoulders, flipping my bra cups upside down. He gets cozy between my thighs and drags his tongue down my neck, tracing the lines of blue veins that have become more prominent—one of the early pregnancy symptoms I also tried to ignore.
“They’re sensitive, so be careful,” I say, cupping his cheek and lightly scratching his trimmed beard when he takes my left nipple into his mouth, his hot breath making goosebumps prickle along my arms.
He looks up, licking my nipple. “Should I stop?”
I bite my bottom lip. “No.”
His lashes flutter, and he dips back down, gently sucking on my nipples until I’m writhing for more. When he grinds his cock against me, bucking his hips, making me moan with deep-seated hunger, he says, “Before we do this, we need to get on the same page.”
“After,” I gasp. “We’ll talk after you make me cum.”
He shakes his head and kisses his way back up to my lips. “This is important.”
