Saving Lawson (Loving Lawson Book 2) (3 page)

Two

Allie

Stretchmarks.

              Everywhere.

              I lifted up my night gown higher and took in the thick, deep lines. My fingertips brushed over every one of them as I stared into the mirror. They stood out against my skin, no way of hiding or reducing them without it looking overly obvious. My body was forever changed.

              With a sigh, I let go of my night gown. Staring at my new self was going to take some getting used to. The more I saw my reflection, the more I wanted to hide away. But hiding away tonight wasn’t an option. It was week six. Green light, the doctor had said, and Heath’s eyes never shined so bright.

              Upon hearing the sound of the front door open and shut, I double checked my legs and ran my hands under each armpit, making sure I was completely hairless. Admittedly, I’d slacked off in that area for some weeks. Before my ultimate shave, I was borderline Alpaca.

              I combed my fingers through my hair and ruffled up the back of it in a pathetic attempt to give it some volume. Then I opened the door and walked out. He was already in the bedroom, setting the bag from the shops down on the night table before removing his jacket. As usual, he looked rugged and rough around the edges. It didn’t help that he’d just had a fight and his hair was tousled and his hands were still wrapped in boxing tape. While I’d obsessed just seconds ago at my appearance, I couldn’t remember the last time he looked at his reflection. Lucky ass didn’t even need to. He looked the same all the time. It was unfair, really, to look this good and not have to try.

              When he turned around and met my gaze, those brown eyes instantly lit up. That smirk I fell in love with formed as he eyed me up and down.

              “I’m liking the length of that gown,” he remarked, licking his bottom lip slowly.

              It was a loose, white satin night gown that ended dangerously close to my nether regions. He’d bought me it from some high up lingerie shop before I’d ballooned into a whale. Now that I wasn’t the size of a house anymore, I finally gathered the courage to try it on. It hid the lumps and bumps in all the right places, so I was feeling pretty good.

              “You gonna get that fine ass over here or what?”

              Smiling, I stalled and said, “Tell me about the fight.”

“What about it?” he nonchalantly replied.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb. How did it go?”

He chuckled and dug into his pocket. “I’m offended you’re asking,” he said. “Do I lose often?”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He pulled out a huge wad of cash and said, “Of course I won.”

I let out a breath in relief. We needed the money. Having a baby was expensive and we needed more baby supplies.

Seeing the relief on my face, his smile softened. “I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of, Allie. Trust in me.”

I nodded. “I know, and I do.”

              Looking out of the room, he asked, “How’s the champ doing?”

              “Go and check.”

              He stepped out of the bedroom and into the room next door. It hadn’t been Ryker’s room for a few months now. It’d been stripped and turned into a baby room. I followed after him and watched him stop in front of the crib. He leaned over and stared at Kayden Lawson: my miracle. I was thirty nine weeks pregnant when he decided he wanted out. A seventeen hour labour later, he was born in the early morning of February 2nd, and the first thing he did was cry for food.

              Heath stroked Kayden’s head, staring down at him with the softest eyes. He was smitten with Kayden – absolutely, undeniably smitten. It was remarkable seeing him so in love. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting after all of this, but it certainly wasn’t Heath stepping into daddy shoes.

              I left him alone for a while to bond with him.  Sitting on my bed, I waited patiently for him to return while telling myself to be ready for sex again. The doctor had jumped straight on birth control the second I gave birth, and I opted for the pill. I wasn’t a fan of the way it made me hormonal and unbelievably emotional, but it was better than being a dumbass and relying solely on a condom like I did in the past.

              Yeah, making smarter decisions was the number one goal for this year.

              “You’re beautiful sitting there.”

              I jumped and looked up at Heath standing in the doorway with a wistful smile on his face. I smiled back at him, already flushed by the intensity in his eyes. He wanted me.

Like now.

Like right this freaking second.

              “You shouldn’t be so quiet, eavesdropping on me,” I remarked.

              “I like watching you when you don’t think I’m looking.”

              I laughed and replied, “That’s a little creepy.”

              He chuckled. “Good kind of creepy though, right?”

              “Everything that’s you is good.” I was dead serious saying that. Heath was perfection to me.

              His smile faded a little as he muttered, “I don’t know that everything is good, but I want to be good for
you
.”

              Something strange passed his features. Like he was truly uncertain of himself.

              I got off the bed and went to him. He watched my every move, those eyes dropping lustfully down to my hips. As I stopped in front of him, I brushed my fingers along his lips, and said in seriousness, “You’ve been my rock for over a year. I haven’t seen anything bad in you. You’re the most selfless man I’ve ever met.”

              Again, that look. He didn’t believe it. I wondered what was troubling him, because usually he’d play off any compliments I gave him with a cheeky remark. But now it was like he needed to hear them.

              “And you’re the most understanding, remarkable woman I’ve ever been with,” he replied, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “And,” he added, a small smirk playing along his lips once more, “I’m going to finally fuck the hell out of you.”

             
There
he was, the Heath I knew so well.

              Before I could respond, he was already leaning down to me. It never ceased to amaze me the affect he had on my body; it obeyed him long before I could even think to obey. My heart instantly sped up as he neared and tingles swept my body the second I could feel his heat. His rough hand went to the back of my neck as he pulled me to him. His mouth smashed against mine, taking no time before probing my mouth with his tongue. I sank into him, unable to resist the taste of him.

              His hand travelled the length of me as he pressed my back against the door, covering every inch of my body with all of him. I felt my night gown shoot up, and his fingers travelled to my inner thighs. Jesus, I was already drenched. My body responded before my brain could even form a coherent thought. Weeks without this had been agony, and I could feel how desperate he was for it.

              He rubbed me lightly, causing sparks to shoot through me. I panted against his mouth and gripped a chunk of his shirt to me. “Yes, please,” I moaned.

“Yes, please
what
?” he strained out.

“Don’t stop.”

It was only seconds of feel good heaven when he pulled away. I was so outraged, I might have cried. I’d just told him not to stop, goddammit!

I opened my eyes and watched him take several steps back, motioning to the bed as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and threw it over his head. Fuck me, he was beyond words could describe. I had this strange urge to just lick him everywhere, and you didn’t have to tell me that was weird –
I already knew it was weird
. It was weird just thinking it right then and there.

              “Get in bed, or I’ll have to fuck you against the door,” he said with a hint of a smile.

              He knew I was malleable in his hands. The second he touched me I was completely undone. He could take me on the roof in front of everyone and I don’t think I’d mind. So I made a beeline for the bed and jumped onto it. He laughed behind me at my excitement as he undid his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.

              “Take your clothes off,” he demanded hungrily. “I want to see all of you. Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you, Allison. It’s been way too long.”

He wanted to taste me too. I wasn’t all that weird then.

              My heart beat faster as I rested my back down and stared at him. I didn’t want my clothes off. He might run the other way.

              “Don’t you like my night gown?” I innocently asked.

              Kicking his shoes off, he nodded and answered, “Hell fuck yeah, I like your night gown, but I’d like you better with it off.”

              I didn’t respond. Instead, I watched him strip down to his black, tight briefs. My mouth went dry at the sight of him. My knight wasn’t packaged in shining armour. He was raw, hard, and had the most delicious fuck me eyes I’d ever seen. No one would think this tattooed hulk of a man had a heart of gold. But he did. He had a soul I was still trying to possess all of. I wanted him more with every passing day, and I could only pray that he wanted me too. Because lord knew some days it seemed this was all too good to be true.

              He came to me then, stopping momentarily to open the bag on the night table. He tore open a box of condoms and set a few down on the edge of the table.

              “That’s a lot of condoms,” I remarked dryly, fighting my smile.

              “Really?” he shot back. “I’d say it’s hardly enough for what I have planned for you.”

              I laughed as he then climbed into bed, covering my body immediately with his. That laughter suddenly died when his lips found mine. He kissed me tenderly, and it wasn’t long before the mood in the air shifted.

              I was hot and sweaty in no time, and even though his mouth did wonders to me, it was more of the feeling of his warmth against me that was my trigger. He made me feel protected. Every time his body covered mine, I felt like he was acting as my shield, and I always gripped him to me like he was. He was shielding me from the world – from all that judgment that had draped around us lately – and in these moments I forgot everything else existed. It fell away. I was his. He was mine. That was all that mattered.

              “I feel like I’m doing this for the first time again,” he muttered against my lips.

              “It’s only been six weeks,” I replied, downplaying the misery we’d gone through.

              His hands moved down my body, sensually exploring every part of me. “That’s like two decades in man years, Allie. I’m pretty sure I grew my virginity back.”

My palms drifted down his back as I reciprocated his movements. I felt his hard back, tracing the line of his spine until I reached his briefs. He kissed me along my jaw, flicking his tongue out occasionally as if he was tasting me. We were a ball, wrapped up in each other, spending the next few minutes getting acquainted.

Exploring.

Touching.

Feeling.

He cupped my breast as he kissed me more urgently, thrusting his hips gently against my aching core. I gripped a chunk of his hair tightly and met him thrust for thrust. His hand slipped down the side of my body before roaming beneath my gown. He rubbed me again. Small circular movements that had me moaning into his mouth. Liking my sounds, his breathing picked up as he continued pleasuring me.

“Holy shit, I missed this,” he whispered. “Did you?”

I nodded eagerly.

“You can’t want this more than me right now.”

“I do,” I moaned aloud. “I want this more.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

Dear God, yes.
I nodded again, licking his lips as I tightened my grip.

“Say that. Say ‘I want you to fuck me, Heath.’”

So used to his talks, I didn’t even flush when I hurried to respond with, “I want you to fuck me, Heath.”

He let out a grunt. “Jesus, you’re doing crazy, fucked up things to me, woman.”

I’d have laughed if what he was doing didn’t feel so good. I wrapped my legs around him, slipping one toe beneath his briefs so I could tug it down. While I was excited to feel him naked, I was also worried he might want the same in return. I wasn’t ready for that yet. My heart was beating hard for two reasons: wanting to get ravaged in the best way possible by him, and also from the anxiety of not looking good enough to satisfy him.

I froze when his hands eventually found the hem of my night gown. He pulled it up no further than my hips before separating from me to look down. Grabbing my lacy undies, he slowly peeled them off. I watched him closely, at the glazed look in his eyes as he drank the sight in. He threw the undies somewhere and then began kissing down my body. My skin tingled wherever his lips touched. Down my legs and up them again, moving to my inner thighs.

“Heath,” I breathed out. “You don’t have to do that.”

But he was already there, burying his face between my legs.