Page 73 of Rough and Rugged
The entire world stops. No sound, no sensation, no distraction from her words. I love you. Words I have never heard from someone before. The words are heavy with emotion. With truth. She loves me.
“Oh, honey,” I cry, my forehead rolling against hers, my hands cradling her face. I thumb her tears away before I realize I’m crying, too. Bria giggles and her fingers brush at my tears. “I love you too, Bria. I think I have loved you every single moment since we met. I never had a family before, but the minute I met you, it was all I could think of. Starting one with you. I love you, honey. I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes.”
“None of that now,” she whispers against my mouth, that glowing smile still on her lips. “This is good. We are good. This is the good-est thing ever.”
Laughing, I nod before I take her mouth in a soft kiss. As it turns from soft to hungry, the door chime goes off. I growl and try to hold her to me, but she pushes at me gently.
Keeping hold of her hand, I follow her out. Waiting for their morning goodies is a handful of men from my crew. Usually, I bring bread or sweets up there. Since I started seeing Bria, I‘ve been less likely to share her baked treats because I don’t want to shareher.
“The hell you all doing here?” I gruff, standing behind her at the counter as if I have a right to be there.
Bria giggles, letting me keep a possessive arm around her waist. One thing I’m glad for is she welcomes my possessive streak. It turns her on. I’m so obsessed with her. Nothing else turns me on the way, knowing she wants me as badly as I do and is just as obsessive and possessive of me.
“Getting our sweets you’ve not bothered to bring us,” Sebastian answers, jerking his head at the other guys who grumble in agreement.
“It’s your damn fault we want the stuff,” Archer chimes in.
Bria laughs and dammit if it is not the cutest sound ever. I whisper something in her ear, my hand going to cover her soft tummy. Nodding, she takes care of the guys—who buy out half the bakery case—before sending them on their way.
Laughing again, she spins to escape my embrace, running to the back. I rush to lock the front door before I chase after her. Because she knows what she did. And she knows what I am about to do to her. I catch her in the back, seated on a prep table, her skirt hitched high. Now it’s my turn to laugh because yeah, this is something else I noticed as of late.
Pregnant Bria has become insatiable,always-needyBria.
Chapter Seven
Bria
Gettingeverythingyouwantfeels damn good.
Becker stalks towards me slowly, every movement sexy, slow, calculated. Sitting on the prep table, my skirt up to my hips, my pink lace panties barely covering me, I laugh. God, he’s beautiful, and he’s mine.
“I love you,” he hums the words as he undoes his belt, pulling it off in one slick move. “And you know damn well how I love that laugh. It’s mine, Bria. That throaty, sexy one when you’re hot. It belongs to me, honey.”
“Never said it didn’t. I love you too,” I whisper back, reaching out to grab the loops on his jeans, yanking him closer.
“You stop giving it out to anyone else,” he growls, grabbing my thighs to yank me to the edge of the table.
“I can’t help it. You make me.... oh,” I cry out as he twists my panties at my hip, pulling them out of his way.
“So silky wet, honey,” he groans, rubbing rough fingers over my slit. “I love how sticky you get when you get hot. You know I need a taste first.”
Nodding, I fall back against the wall, bent at an angle. I don’t care how awkward it is. I need his mouth on me. Lifting my legs, he drops them on his shoulders as he kneels. My hands cover my mouth as moans come rushing out of me as his tongue licks me open, curling around my swollen clit.
“Becker,” I whimper, rocking my hips to get his tongue inside me.
“God, you taste so sweet, better than anything you bake.”
“Please, I need to,” I cry out even as I pull at my top to free my breasts. Palming them, I rub at the super sensitive nipples. I suspected I was pregnant when his chest brushing against my nipples almost made me come. “I need to come, Becker, please, honey.”
“I love when you beg,” he growls, biting at my inner thighs.
His mouth closes over my pussy, and my hands cover my screams again. My eyes roll back as I come, pleasure roiling inside of me until I am thrashing beneath him. I feel his smile, his prideful grin, as he licks me to orgasm. It could put me off, but I just want to laugh.
How is it possible this man is as obsessed with me as I am with him? It is laughable. Here he is, his mouth covering my sticky sex, his hands groping at me, marking me, pinning me down. His obsession with me is in his mouth on my skin, his hands as they tear at my clothes, his throaty sounds as he chants my name and eats me till I shout in pleasure.
“Becker,” I pant his name as he climbs up my body, his hard body hot against mine as we fit skin to skin.
“Yes, honey,” he hums as he surges over me, spreading me out on the prep table. The metal is cool against my feverish skin, and I make a mental note not to use it for baked goods after this. “I love you, honey. I cannot wait to see you getting round with our baby. I want a baker’s dozen with you, Bria.”