Brida Pact (18 page)

“Of course, Poppy. Have a nice evening.” With a bow to both
her and Wheaton, he walked away.

Poppy waved her wrist to open the door Wheaton was blocking.

“Come on, big guy, we have a lot to talk about.”

Clutching his hand and tugging him into the apartment, she
figured they couldn’t waste any time in case he got called away again.

Once in the apartment, Poppy found herself in his arms
before she could be sure the door had even closed behind them. Losing herself
in his kiss, she breathed in his musky scent. Wheaton released the clip from
her hair, causing it to fall in curls down her back. With his hands tugging at
the strands like that, a shiver crept down her spine and goose bumps popped up
on her arms. Holy hell, this man could kiss. His mouth was so warm on hers and
she thought she would melt into a puddle as he sucked at her lips and tongue.
Her hands were being wasted, gripping his shoulders, so she moved them to his
hair. His shoulder-length hair was silky smooth and she tugged a handful of it,
causing him to moan into her mouth.

Wheaton moved his mouth from hers, trailing it across her
cheek to her ear and nibbling a bit before placing sucking kisses down to her
neck. Fisting her hands in his hair now, she dragged his head back as she tried
to clear her own. Wheaton fought her direction and kept his mouth moving lower.

“Wheaton, we need to talk.” Rasping out the words, she
gasped to pull air into her lungs.

“Talk later,” he mumbled into her cleavage while trying to
pull her vee-neck T-shirt down.

Pulling at his hair again to get him to tip back his head,
she noticed his eyes had turned a dark green. The same dark green she
anticipated whenever they got frisky. Before they’d begun fooling around, she
would gauge when they needed to call a halt to their foreplay by the color of
his eyes. If they were any indication right now, then she needed to put the
kibosh on things now before she caved in and straddled him in the entryway.

“Wheaton,
not
later. Now. It’s important.”

He groaned at the serious expression on her face and
straightened back up, his hard body skimming hers.

“Okay…let us talk quickly then,” he said with a grimace as
he tried to adjust his leather pants that now had absolutely no room to spare.

Gripping his hand, Poppy led him over to the couch. Before
she was able to get comfortable, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her
over his erection. Wheaton groaned at the pressure and wiggled his hips to a
more comfortable position.

“Talk. Please. Quickly,” Wheaton bit out, obviously losing
his struggle for patience.

“Okay…here goes.” Poppy had practiced this multiple times
over the last week but her palms were still sweating.

As if sensing that whatever she was going to say would be
something important, Wheaton opened his eyes and stared into hers.

“I’m…we’re…” she started.

“Yes?” he asked when she paused.

“Wheaton, I’m pregnant,” she rushed out, staring into his
eyes.

Nothing. No facial expression. No words. He sat there as if
she hadn’t even spoken. He was stock-still and from what she could tell, not
even breathing. Maybe he hadn’t heard her.

“We’re having a baby,” she tried again.

Wheaton blinked a couple times, sitting completely still
now. She could feel him holding his breath.

“A baby?” he echoed with a stunned look on his beautiful
face.

“A baby.” She nodded with a smile.

His mouth was open and she could see him breathing now. The
hands that had been tightened on her waist were now moving up to push up her
T-shirt and hover over her belly.

“A baby?” he repeated again.

And there was that smile she’d been waiting for. His smile
was so big she couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Can I feel it? When did you find out? Have Tamin and Rodin
examined you yet?” he rushed out while rubbing her belly. Apparently so many
thoughts were running through his head and half of them seemed to be worries he
had for Poppy and the baby she was growing in her belly.

“Well, you can’t feel anything yet. I’m barely pregnant but
the scan picked it up. I found out right after this whole Hannah thing started.
And yes, they have checked me over. Everything so far is progressing great but
they want to rescan me tomorrow morning. They wanted to scan every day but the
med center has been so busy we haven’t had any privacy to do another one. I
want you to be there tomorrow for the next one,” she said to answer his
rapid-fire questions.

He had lowered his gaze to the area that he’d exposed.
Seeing his dark, strong hands cradle her belly was so sweet. Before she’d met
Wheaton, her belly had been something she had sucked in when it was getting
attention while naked. Shortly after they’d started fooling around, Wheaton had
asked why she was holding her breath. At that moment she had a mini
come-to-Jesus meeting with herself. Figuring her relationship with Wheaton
needed to start as she meant it to go on, she admitted to him that she was a
little self-conscious of her belly and the flab that seemed to glare at her
when she scrutinized herself in the mirror.

Normally it didn’t bother her but in their intimate moment,
it had made her nervous. What if she didn’t turn him on? She had been insanely
attracted to him to the point of panting—what if it was one-sided? At that
point, he had asked her to point out the areas she didn’t like. When she pointed
to the waddle under the length of her arms, he stroked that area and gave it a
line of kisses. When she next moved to her love handles and belly pooch, he ran
his rough palms over her stomach and sprinkled kisses there. Once it moved to
the area below her waist, she had finally figured out that he didn’t mind her
soft areas. From the size of his erection he had been sporting, he liked what
he saw.

The next morning when they had woken up, he spent the next
hour showing her again what he loved about her body. Wheaton explained that
many warriors had shown preferences toward softer body types. Poppy figured it
was because everything around them was hard, so maybe they needed something
soft around them for a change.

Feeling his palms move, she shivered. His hands were on a
seek-and-find mission of her sweet spots. Time to celebrate their baby.

Wheaton apparently did not want to make love to the mother
of his future child on the small white couch. Picking her up, he carried her
into the bedroom with her giggling and kissing his neck the entire way.

“I am so happy, Poppy,” he whispered as he laid her back
against her pillows. “A baby. We are having a baby. Maybe a little girl with
hair like yours? Or a boy who will be a strong warrior to help protect his family.
It does not matter to me really. I simply still cannot believe it.”

“Me too,” she whispered back.

Leaning down to nip at her lips, he turned a sweet moment
into a much more sensual one with just a kiss.

Moving her hands back to his hair, she pulled him into a
longer kiss. One that involved lots of tongue and teeth. Giving her one last
peck, he moved back far enough to jerk her T-shirt over her head. She laughed
when her hair flopped over her face, blocking her vision. Blinded momentarily,
she could only gasp as she felt his lips on her now bare stomach. His tongue
lapping at her waistband, she was about a second from losing her pants. Wanting
to watch him as he proceeded to undress her, she leaned up on her elbows.

“Down to my underwear, babe, and you’re still fully
dressed.” Poppy pointed out, motioning to his still-clothed body.

“Easily rectified, little flower.”

Moving to the side of the bed, he jerked his shirt over his
head. Seeing his torso exposed, she licked her lips. Apparently he noticed her
lip licking if his groan was anything to go by.

Putting his hands to his waist, he unfastened the built-in
buckle on his pants and pushed them over his hips. They were skimmed down his
legs along with his underwear. Once his feet were free of his pants, he sat
back down on the bed next to her and reached for her bra to undo it. Freeing
her breast caused him to lick his lips and then it was Poppy’s turn to groan.
Leaning forward to catch one pebbled nipple in his mouth, he gave it a wet suck
before looping a finger through the straps on each side of her hips. As he
tugged her panties down to bare her mound, her underwear barely cleared her
pussy before he moved to her cleft. His hand skimmed down into her wetness.
Finding her opening with his fingers, he probed. Poppy tried to open her legs
wider before reaching the limit of the stretch in her panties.

“Take them off,” she moaned.

“I want to tease you more,” he whispered in a husky voice.
Taking his time now that he finally had her where he wanted her.

“No more teasing, Wheaton. I need to come. Now.” Wiggling
her hips to try to move the panties down farther, she was halted when his hand
came down on the fleshy side of her hip. The light smack made her moan softly,
and she gazed up into his eyes.

“You liked that, my little flower?” he asked.

“Yes, more of that, and less talking. Now,” she ordered.

“Of course, love.” His hand squeezed where it landed and
rubbed once more before lifting up to give her another smack. When she moaned
again, he reached down and pulled her panties down even farther.

Sucking at her nipples and rubbing his face in her cleavage,
he delved his hand again between her legs to spread her wetness around her
clit. Sparks lit up behind Poppy’s eyes, which she again had closed. Putting
her own hand on his, she moved his fingers where she wanted them the most.

Wheaton moved over her to lie on top of her in the cradle of
her legs. Spreading herself wide open to make him more comfortable and
hopefully give him a hint as to where she needed this to go—sooner rather than
later—she dragged her hands along his back. Her nails might be short but she
was able to scratch them up and down while he moved his hips in a circle. The
tip of his cock started a steady and firm pressure against her mound and she
opened her legs even farther to allow it to kiss her wet opening. Teasing her
with the hint of penetration drove her crazy. She couldn’t help but tilt her
hips even farther so the head would enter her.

“Poppy, stop moving or I will finish too soon,” he rasped,
trying to hold her hips still.

“I can’t. I need you in me now.” Canting her hips toward him
made his cock move a little deeper.

“That’s it. Get on your hands and knees.” He leaned up and
moved to his knees. Poppy could see his dick was now wet from her and probably
from him a little also.

“My knees?” She smiled up at him and decided to tease him a
bit. “Have you been sneaking porn again and saw something you wanted to try?”
she asked with a giggle.

Laughing, he helped her flip over and pulled her up onto her
knees. Wheaton let out a groan when she flashed him a clear view of where she
needed him. Hunger burned bright in his eyes as he stared at what she had
exposed.

“No porn but yes, I do want to try this,” he said huskily as
he gripped her hips with one hand while the other moved behind her to hold his
cock steady.

Poppy had always been a fan of doggy-style, the position
being able to get her off the fastest. She was anxious to experience this with
Wheaton. She rocked her hips a bit in a teasing motion. His hand tightened on
her hip as the head of his dick began to stretch her opening. He accompanied
the movement with a swat on her ass. Starting a rhythm that made all teasing
comments come to a halt, he moved with firm, sure strokes. The only sounds that
were coming from either one of them were moans, loud breathing and the thud of
his hips against her ass. After a couple more smacks, both of his hands moved
to grip her hips and pull her into his thrusts. One hand let go for a second
and rubbed her lower back, pushing her torso down. The submissive position she
was in allowed him to hit an even better angle and she soon had her breasts
flattened against the bed. Poppy had never before been this turned on. The
control he exhibited over her body made her burn for more.

Knowing what her body needed to come, her hand moved to her
clit. Wheaton must have felt her adjust and realized she was playing with
herself as he thrust in and out of her.

“Rub yourself for me, love. Make yourself come. I need to
feel it,” he groaned out.

“So close, babe, so close,” she panted, feeling her channel
tighten around the piston pumping back and forth inside it.

Making his strokes shorter and harder, he reached up and
pulled a fistful of her hair. The slight tug was what Poppy needed to push her
completely over. As time seemed to stand still except for the clenching of her
pussy, Poppy heard moaning and realized it was coming from her. Wheaton was
rumbling so loudly behind her she could feel the vibrations against her ass as
his abs tightened when he came. Peering over her shoulder, her cheek pressed
against the bed, she saw him throw his head back and heard him give a shout.
The pulsing of his cock seemed to go on and on as he rumbled loudly to the
ceiling.

“Wow,” she breathed out, trying to catch her breath.

Wheaton lowered himself back onto his heels but did not let
go of her hair or hips. Allowing her body to follow his shift in position as he
relaxed, she was cradled into the curve of his kneeling body. Unclenching his
fingers in her hair, he rubbed her back soothingly, his breathing slowly
calming. Still inside her, he nestled her more securely into the curve of his
body, wrapping his arms around her torso. He cradled her breast before moving
his free hand to her neck. Turning her head so he could reach her lips, he gave
her a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

“Yes, wow,” he said when the kiss ended. With him still
cradling her in a dominant way, she felt completely at his mercy. Poppy nuzzled
his cheek. She would have been happy to stay like this forever. Her hips
however were starting to protest. He gently lifted her off his lap and reclined
behind her in spoon fashion. Sweeping his hand down her body as he cuddled his
front into her back, he rested his hand over her stomach again.