Tied - Part Three (The Tied Series) by Ellen Callahan Page B

God…
     
    He read my sudden tension as something else. “You’ll get it,” he said, “And you’ll be amazing.”
     
    “What about you?” I rolled over to face him, meaning to push him a little into telling me how he was feeling. But his hazel eyes drew me in, and I kissed him instead.
     
    The hot pull of his lips stoked the fire within me right back to life. “Mmm,” he groaned. “Fuck this stupid cast. Ride me.”
     
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said. He tugged at my leg, so I straddled his waist despite my hesitation. “Lockett…” He reached down to grip his erection - back to life so soon, ready and wanting me once more. He drew the tip back and forth through my pink flesh, still extra sensitive after his mouth’s attentions.
     
    He felt so good I could barely stand it.
     
    “I wanted to ask you how you’re feeling,” I said, “What you’re thinking. I want to know.”
     
    “I’m thinking I’m horny,” he said, reaching up to cup one of my breasts. “I’m thinking I love your body. And I want to be inside of it.”
     
    “That’s not what I meant,” I said, blushing.
     
    He looked away. “I’m thinking that I don’t want to think about how I’m feeling.”
     
    “Hey.” I stroked his jaw and turned his head to face me. “Look at me.” The despair in his eyes made my chest tighten. “That’s okay. You don’t have to answer. I just have to ask.”
     
    He turned and kissed my palm. Then he pressed down on my hips.
     
    I sank down upon his hardness, slowly taking him deep inside my body with a soundless cry of ecstasy. A strangled gasp escaped my lips as I settled against his groin.
     
    “Ride me,” he grated. His fingers dug into the flesh of my waist as he guided my movements - slow and deliberate. I planted my hands on his chest and let him set the pace.
     
    “This feels so good,” I said, undulating, grinding against him. Tingles ran up and down my limbs as he rubbed me just right inside. “Oh, God, Lockett-” I rocked against him harder.
     
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Get yourself off on me.” I rode him with abandon, though I was careful of his leg. It felt so good to let go - to let go with him. Another intense orgasm washed over me when he reached up to tug and tweak my nipples. He captured my cries with his mouth - then spilled inside me with a gasping groan of his own.
     
    Even then, satiated, glowing, and vulnerable, I didn’t tell him that I was carrying his baby.
     
    How could I? Anytime he thought I wasn’t looking, his face was drawn, his eyes dark. He was in pain. He was in limbo while he waited for the cast to come off, while he waited to see just how well he’d be able to walk. His whole existence was in question. I couldn’t burden him with this, despite the fact that it involved him. It seemed somehow cruel.
     
    Or at least that’s what I told myself as I let fear make me swallow my words.
     
    When he gets the cast off , I assured myself. When he starts physical therapy. When he’s back on his feet, literally and figuratively.
     
    My promises did nothing to help me sleep easier.

CHAPTER 8
     
    Leaving Lockett that weekend was much harder than I thought it would be. It’s just for one night! But I didn’t want to go. I wanted to keep taking care of him - cooking or ordering in, leaving him snacks, nagging him to use his crutches to cross the apartment.
     
    Patrick would have accused me of replacing taking care of my mother with taking care of him. But it wasn’t just that. Lockett was my boyfriend, the man I was in love with though I hadn’t said it out loud. And the father of the baby that was just beginning to grow inside me. God help us .
     
    “Give your mom a great big hug from me,” he’d said as he saw me off. He stood at the front door, leaning on one crutch while I waited for the elevator.
     
    “She’s not a very huggy woman,” I said, hefting my overnight bag. The elevator pinged.
     
    I rushed back to him