The Love Triangle (BWWM Romance) (33 page)

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Dahlia awoke with the sun streaming in through the shades. She immediately felt him next to her and the blanket he had put over them both. Her head was still on his chest and she was hugging him with her arms, her leg thrown over his crotch. She looked up and saw that he was still sleeping. There wasn’t any way for her to get up without waking him and she too, found him far too comfortable to move away from.

Her body stretched against him, already awoken from the hot touch on her body. Even when he was sleeping, Charles drove her crazy. She looked up at his face several times. He seemed so relaxed and her hands itched to touch the roughness of his stubble.

Dahlia’s fingers rubbed across his chest slowly. He had dark hairs everywhere and they felt good against her fingertips. She swirled around his nipple, watching it get hard in front of her. She liked that his body responded, even before his mind could. There was a growing hardness underneath her thigh and she moved her leg back and forth a few times, until the hard length slipped out from underneath him. Charles shifted in the bed, his hips rising as he stretched. She stopped moving for a second, not ready to stop her solo perusal of his body.

Her hand moved lower on his body as he settled back down. She loved the way he felt and as she got closer, his cock throbbed and jerked next to her. Her pussy watered from the sight of his virile manhood and she squirmed against him. When she finally reached her desire, his cock moved to her hand like she was magnetic. It felt so good and thick in her hands, rubbing the soft shaft with her palms. It amazed her how smooth it could be, while still being hard as a rock.

She moved against him, her own body responding to touching him. It was hot and she felt so naughty doing it while he slept. There were a few times that he would move or make a noise in his sleep, but she would just stop and let him return to his deep slumber. Dahlia had worked herself up and she slowly straddled his form. He moved and she couldn’t stop herself from positioning herself above him. His eyes came open, as she slid down his long length.

Dahlia had managed to be quiet that whole time incognito, but when she felt his thickness stretching her tight walls, she couldn’t hold back the moan any longer. Charles seemed shocked for a second, but then his eyes closed to the pleasure. She didn’t stop her descent until he was fully inside of her and the cockhead crammed against her womb.

“Good morning, baby. Mmm, you feel really, really good.” Clenching his shaft, his eyes reopened and his hands went to her waist. Moving her with his hands, he rolled deeper inside, grinding against her as she cried out. As she started to move slowly up and down by herself, Charles focused on getting the shirt off of her. He wanted to suck on her nipples as she rode him. He became frustrated and ripped the shirt open, the buttons flying in all directions.

She gasped at his sudden roughness, his need pushing him to be less and less gentle. Charles thrust up deep inside of her. Bracing herself against his chest, his mouth moved to the dancing nipples in his face. When he captured one in between his teeth, she moaned with pleasure. "Charles, mmmm. I'm so close baby.”

Her hands and nails dug into his chest as he pushed her closer to her bliss. His tongue replaced his teeth, swirling and sucking on her sensitive tips. Dahlia moved faster, moaning with each stroke of his beautiful cock. Then she was tightening up, her body convulsing and losing all energy as waves of pleasure rolled over her. It was better than before, her eyes squeezed tight as her insides clenched him over and over again.

Charles tried to move her quicker, but she had practically collapsed on top of him. Him inside of her was overwhelming to all senses and the orgasm stronger than all the rest. She was spent, while Charles had just gotten started. He rolled her onto her back, his body quickly covering her, with his cock never leaving her silken sheath.

She clung to his neck as he pounded into her from above. All she could do was hold on to him, his tongue pushing into her mouth for a kiss, almost as aggressively as his body took her. When he pulled away, untangling himself from her arms, he pulled her hips higher and wider. There was no stopping his length as he pushed deeper, driving her wild with his touch. The aftershocks of her first orgasms were quickly added to the new one that was threatening to erupt inside of her. His name was on her lips like a mantra, pushing him faster and harder.

Dahlia begged for him to come, to join her in the pleasure. Charles wanted to make it last, but after the night before and every second since he had met her, he was unable to stop cum boiling over in his balls. The first shot went deep inside against her womb, filling her up with his hot man seed. They both knew that they may have started their child. Dahlia pulled him down as the second and third burst of fluid pushed even deeper. Their lips met, kissing slowly as he rolled inside of her.

Moving back finally, his cock was still lodged inside of her, already hard again with her clenching and clamping around his shaft. She suffocated him and when he started to move again, she whimpered at the soreness in her walls. As he started to move faster, his hand went to her clit, rubbing and pushing her closer to the edge. She did not know if she was ready to jump again, but he gave her no choice, the pleasure building to a feverish pitch. It was only after her third orgasm of the day that he gave her a moment’s rest, bringing her something to drink as he gulped down a whole bottle of water.  His eyes locked on her and she knew that he was not finished with her yet.

He was not kidding when he said that he could go all night because Dahlia didn’t leave the bedroom until it was dark outside. She was exhausted and pushed him away with her hands. “No more, Charles. I'm sore everywhere.”

He laughed again, pulling her next to him. “We will have many special days, love, but for now, I couldn’t be happier with today.”

“I’m sorry I went to sleep on you last night. I blame those shower jets on it, it was like heaven. I'm going to have to get me one of those.”

“You won’t have to, silly, what’s mine is yours.”

She sighed against him, really liking the sound of that. It felt so perfect, almost too perfect for her pragmatic brain to handle. Once again, Dahlia fell asleep in his arms with Charles hard as a rock beneath her. He could tell that it was going to be a pattern, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

He closed his eyes for the second time and like before, it took him far longer to get to sleep. His mind was on his wife and the very idea of her being his made him want to wake her up and take her again, just because he could. Charles knew that if he really wanted her, she would give him what he wanted, but feeling her in his arms, was almost as good. Almost.

Chapter 10

The two moved into a rhythm with each other the next couple of weeks, trying for a child every single chance they got. The honeymoon was cut short by work and issues that arose with the merger. Although they were stressed and busy when they got home, Dahlia was relaxed with the look on his face. He cooked for her and treated her like a queen. It was more than she had expected it to be and though she was still not all the way moved in at his place, they still hadn’t spent a night away from each other. Dahlia had only been home a couple of times and he insisted that she wore his shirt to bed each night. It reminded him of the first time and instantly turned him on.

Dahlia thought it was charming and she liked that she could bother him so quickly. It only took a flash of skin to get him in motion and then he was hard to stop once he got started. His sexual prowess was more than she could handle at times, but she had finally put him to sleep a couple weeks into their marriage. It was satisfying in a way that she had never known, but the next night he was dominating again even more than before.

It was one night at dinner that she looked over at him and Charles knew something was on her mind. She had been unusually quiet and he was afraid it was going to be bad news. Not being able to wait any longer, he asked her what was going on. Dahlia smiled and looked down. “We’re pregnant.”

“What? You’re what?”

He was across the table and hugging her against him as he kissed her excitedly. She could feel the eyes on them from the other diners and she pushed him away, telling him to save it for later. Charles sat back down, unabashed at his display of emotions. He was like no one she had ever met before and the longer she knew him, the more she loved him.

“I can’t believe it happened so fast! I mean, we have only been married for a couple of weeks. Wow, this is amazing!”

Charles had never been so happy in his life. He had always wanted children one day, but he couldn’t believe the day was finally there. He couldn’t think of anyone that he could have ever imagined wanting to raise a child with, but he knew that with Dahlia, everything would be different. Everything already was different.

When he had first heard about the marriage and the fact that it was actually going to happen, Charles had every intention on keeping his few female friends that he went to through the years. But when Stacy had called the night before, he had no desire to see her ever again. The moment was like a light bulb went off in his head. He really did love Dahlia and though it started off as a sham wedding, he would have never wanted to hurt her. How could he hurt his new best friend?

They stayed up for hours after being spent from lovemaking and they would just talk. He had never opened up to a woman in such a way and it was the fact that he felt so safe with her. Charles knew that she would never try to hurt him. Dahlia was just so different than all of the rest and now they were tied together forever.

“I don’t know what to say. I've been praying for fertility, but I wasn’t expecting it so fast. Are you excited?”

He could tell by her face that she was, though there was still a little reserve that he wasn’t quite sure what it was about. He ordered champagne and then realized that she couldn’t have any. “I should have noticed that you were not drinking tonight, did you just find out?”

She nodded. “I did a little earlier today. I remembered I was supposed to be on my monthly and then realized that I was already a week late. I'm never late, so I got a test and it was positive. I didn’t think it would happen this fast either. I was afraid of how you would react, it's a lot to take in.”

“More for you. I'm not the one that has to have it and carry it around for 9 months.” His eyes went to her cleavage and he imagined them growing before his very eyes. She laughed and told him to drink his champagne and celebrate for the both of them. She sipped her water and watched his face.

“What are you thinking, Charles? Your face has turned practically red.”

He tore his eyes away from her, his pants becoming uncomfortable. “Oh no, don’t tell me you like preggos?”

“You pregnant, yes, definitely. I can’t wait to see how those grow.”

She shook her head, smiling. “You are impossible.”

“I know, but you love me.”

Dahlia paused. There was that word again, though they had never really said it directly to each other before. She wanted to, but was still unsure of it all. It was just too good to be true, but with his child inside of her, it was time to admit her true feelings. “I do.”

“I know. And you know I love you too, right?”

She nodded, her eyes burning with the wave of emotion. It was offhanded, but his eyes spoke louder than his words and she knew it was true. Dahlia had felt his love every day they were together and every night as he held her tight. Charles exuded his love to her in everything that he did and the sweet ways that he thought of her. It could be a flower picked as he walked up the driveway from the flower beds, or a quick text to tell her he missed her, Charles made her feel loved. If he showed their child even a tenth of that love, she knew he would be a good father as well.

Dahlia had teared up, her thoughts racing and his reaction taking away all of her worries and stress that had been weighing on her at work that day. She still hadn’t told anyone else the good news, or for James, the bad news. He had tried to contact her a few times since she got back from Vegas, but she was avoiding him at all costs. When he found out she was pregnant with an heir, he was not going to be happy.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

He nodded, signaling the waiter to bring the check. Charles figured she was having stomach issues, as most pregnant woman did. He just wanted to help her through it, strangely guilty of putting her in that position. She was quiet as they drove home and he let her have her silence. Charles had learned that though Dahlia could be quick to say exactly what was on her mind at times, there were other times that she was more inclined to just sit still and think. He liked that she took her time, but it was also unnerving.

“Are you okay?”

She patted his hand and assured him that she was. “Just a lot. Work is crazy and I am just happy to come home to you. All the rest will work itself out. Are you working tomorrow or do we have a day off to spend together?”