Page 44 of Blaze

Guess I should have seen that one coming, yet him moving me into his, or our home as he calls it, isn’t the thing I’m focused on…

“You love me?” I confirm, and he hums.

“With fucking everything deep inside me, I love you, I just didn’t want to say it in that fucking setting. I wanted romance, something precious to remember because then you know you are loved, you are wanted, and I just needed a second to come to terms with the fact Elenor had you attacked.” he says lowly and I nod.

Taking a deep breath, I admit, “Mitchel and Poppy paid him to rape and then kill me before grabbing the card you have. Elenor just paid him with her body for no reason because he was already after me. It isn’t on you, he was always going to attack me, even if we weren't together.”

He tenses before he curses, then presses his face into the crook of my neck, then mutters, “They’re all fucking dead,” and I hum, knowing not to go against him, before he whispers, “You didn’t tell me you love me back, baby.”

“Because I’m mad at you,” I admit, “I do love you, but you’ve pissed me off. In that room, you froze, and I get it, I do, but you made me feel like I was being abandoned again.”

“I’m sorry, Blair,” he whispers, but I shake my head.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, especially after you've just admitted to moving me in with you without my okay. You can't do stuff like that after making me feel abandoned,” I say forcefully, and he squeezes me tighter to him.

“I get it, I do,” he says, “But I told you this wasn’t going to be easy, baby, I told you I’d struggle at times and that you needed to fight for me, to help me fight for us. Years of fear doesn’t just disappear like that, it takes time, and I’m here, Blair, I’m right here. I came after you after upending your life into our home. I’m fighting for you because I can’t live without you.”

I breathe deeply, allowing his words to fill me before I turn in his arms, which loosen slightly, then tighten again when we lock eyes, his light green ones settling me.

“You said you wanted a vasectomy?” I confirm, and he winces.

“I did, I've tried for years to get one, but no one would do it in our area for someone under thirty. I was supposed to have an appointment a few months ago,” he admits, and I tilt my head as Snow barks in the background.

“You didn’t go?” I ask, and he shakes his head, and I confirm, “Because of me?”

“Because of you,” he says, “and even though I’m petrified of fucking my kids up, I want them, with you, only with you… Why?”

I sigh, “Because you knocked me up,” and his eyes widen, “I’m ten weeks pregnant, that is what was on the paperwork Trick gave me. He was concerned how you would react after seeing me being attacked – again. It’s also the reason why I threw up and passed out, pregnancy and blood, they don’t really mix.”

“Damn,” he whispers as he cups my cheek, and I nod.

“I know I can be a mama,” I say strongly, “because even though my mom passed, for nine years of my life she was amazing and then from fourteen onwards I had my mama. She became my rock, she wouldn’t let me give up on myself or let me be alone. So, even though I didn’t think I would ever have kids, I know I can do it because of those two amazing women. The question I need to know, now that your emotions have calmed down, can you be a father? Can you get over the fear of hurting me because, Linc, childbirth is going to hurt, and I am going to blame you. Can you be there every step of the way with me? Can you be the man I know you can be? The father I know you can be if you fight against your fears?”

His eyes race between mine before he admits, “Only if you are by my side,” and I nod and choke, “Okay then, so we’re doing this, we’re having a baby after only what, not even four months together?”

“Shortcake, time is just a number, it’s how you feel when you are with me that matters,” he says.

“I feel like I can’t breathe without you,” I admit, and he mutters, “Fucking ditto,” before pressing his lips against mine in a hard, bruising kiss that I feel right down to my toes before he suddenly breaks the kiss and kneels before me.

My eyes tear up as he lifts my dress, not caring where we are, and he presses his lips to my stomach, once, twice, three times, before he whispers, “I may be fucked up in the head, but I promise you, little one, I will protect you with my life. I will love you and I will always ensure you are wanted, Daddy loves you…”

My tears fall as he presses another kiss to my stomach before he wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head against me, and I wrap my arms around him as I choke, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. We’ll be alright, we’ll make it because together we’re strong.” he murmurs, and I nod before he presses another kiss to my stomach before standing. He then presses his lips against mine. I melt into him like I always do as I grip the back of his cut and he cups my cheek as he lifts me with his arm around my waist, sitting me on the ledge of the porch railing and our kiss heats up.

Our tongues tangle as he moves a hand between us and I hear him undo his jeans before the cold air hits my folds. The head of his hard cock presses against my entrance and I gasp, “We’re out in the open,” and he groans, “Private beach, club owns it,” before he thrusts forward and I throw my head back moaning in pleasure as he fills me to the brim.

Latching onto my neck with his teeth, Linc pulls his hips back, only leaving the tip in before thrusting forward hard and fast, setting a pace that has my stomach tighten with need, and I gasp, “Linc!”

Sex with him always feels like the first time, amazing and euphoric, and honestly, I can’t get enough of him.

Needing his lips pressed against mine, I grip his hair and force his head up before I slam my lips against his. I thrust towards him, making him groan into my mouth and I get lost in him, enjoying feeling him inside me, wanting to make this last but as soon as he bends slightly and thrusts up higher, my orgasm hits me hard and fast. My stomach tightens as wetness spreads between us and I scream into his mouth as I grip his hair tighter while gripping the rail so I don’t fall because that would be a mood killer…

Linc loses his momentum before he ruts into me, then comes, moaning as he bites my bottom lip as he bottoms out, and I breathe heavy.

“Wow,” I choke, and he groans, “Very fucking wow,” before he gently kisses me, then mutters, “Just so you know, before we go home, we’re getting married.” And my eyes widen.

“That was one crappy proposal,” I choke, “Where’s the ring? The romance? Heck, where is the one-year relationship first?”