Renewed (Awakened #2) (17 page)

“Baby,” he whispered against my mouth. I began slowly stroking him, enjoying the way he felt in my hand.

He quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. His hand crept up my inner thigh, burning a hot trail until he reached my core. We were both panting as he slipped a finger inside me and then another.

He began moving his fingers around, playing with my G spot as his mouth sucked on my nipple. I fingered the tip of his cock as a bead of come came out. I rubbed around his head applying the softest pressure.

Stefan picked me up and placed me on the counter. His eyes burned with love...

Lust...

“I need you, baby. I need to be inside of you.”

I opened my legs wider and leaned back on my hands. “What are you waiting for?” I cocked a smile at him.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful. Fucking beautiful and all mine!” He rammed into me, causing me to cry out. My head fell back as each thrust became harder and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles, trying to stable myself. “You feel so amazing. God, you’re fucking drenched.”

“Harder!” I cried out. “Don’t stop!”

“Come for me, baby. Let it go.” Stefan’s hands were digging into my hips, but there was no pain. Only pure pleasure as my orgasm to hit me hard. I cried out Stefan’s name as I titled my head up and met Stefan’s stormy grey eyes.

Stefan kept his pace, pulling my hips to meet his with each thrust. We were both breathing hard, sweat forming on our bodies. When I could no longer feel my arms I raised them up and hung them on Stefan’s shoulders, my nails digging into his back. I moaned and cried as I felt myself leap into Sea of Stefan. Stefan gave one more hard thrust, pumping himself into me.

He relaxed his head on my chest as I tried to control my breathing.

“I don’t think I could love you anymore than I do right now,” Stefan said, kissing the top of my breast. I smiled as he pulled himself out of me and grabbed a dish towel out of the drawer. He ran it under warm water and cleaned himself before walking over and cleaning me.

Stefan kissed me, then picked up all of our clothes, including the dishtowel, and started walking to the back. “I’m going to take a quick shower before dinner, babe.” He disappeared into the hallway.

I walked into the bedroom and grabbed one his t-shirts and a pair of my hot pink, lace
boyshorts
. I had just pulled my hair up into a messy bun when the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” I hollered as I walked out of the bedroom to the front door. I stood on my tippy toes and looked out the peephole...nobody. That was strange. I opened the door and looked around, nobody was around.

I went to close the door when my eyes caught something. Sitting on my front porch was a vase with flowers in it. I picked them up and looked around as I carried them inside. I shut the door with my foot as I searched for a card.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I heard Stefan say.

I found the card and read the note out loud.

*Looking forward to our reunion.

XO Dad*

My knees were weak and the vase suddenly weighed a million pounds. It almost slipped out of my hand, but Stefan pulled it away from me.

“How fucked up in this head is this guy?” Stefan said, helping me to the barstool.

“Please, Stefan,” I whispered.

“No! When it comes to my
wife
and my
daughter
, I am not sitting back and letting you handle it. I’ll be damned if he thinks he is going to take you from me.” Stefan threw the flowers in the trash along with the vase.

“I’m going to bed.” I picked my body up and walked towards my bedroom. I climbed up on our bed and pulled the covers over my body. Stefan climbed in beside me and hugged my body to his as he kissed my hair.

“He’ll never stop until he gets me, Stefan. Let’s just face it,” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek.

“I’ll never stop until I get him, Jennifer. I am going to protect you until my last breath.”

My body tensed at his words. “Stefan, shut up.” He tightened his grip around my waist and nuzzled his head into the back of my neck.

 
I had to protect my husband and our unborn child...our daughter. Maybe if I talked to my dad and got through to him, we could coexist in the same world. Another tear rolled down my cheek—these could be the last couple of days in a peaceful home. I turned over and snuggled into Stefan’s chest as our breathing evened and eventually sleep overtook me.

Chapter Seventeen

When I woke up, Stefan was just getting out of the shower. Steam billowed out of the bathroom while the early morning sunshine put just a hint of a glow on him.

“Good morning.” I yawned.

“Good morning, baby.” He walked over and sat down on the bed, giving me a kiss. I licked my lips with the left over water. “What are you doing today?”

“I have to do a little bit of work, then I’m going to run to the baby store and order furniture.”

“Without me?” He got up off the bed and walked over to the dresser.

“I didn’t think guys were into that type of thing.”

His towel dropped, revealing his tight, hot ass. I got goose bumps as I felt the tightening start between my legs. “Well maybe I am.” He fished out some black boxer briefs.

“Then come with me today.”

“I have seven different meetings. But if I could, I would.” Stefan winked at me as he walked into the closet.

Stefan emerged a couple of minutes later fully clothed in his light grey Armani suit. He was straightening his black skinny tie.

The doorbell rang, and my eyes instantly shot towards Stefan. “Who is that?”

“It’s just Charles, babe. I’m riding with him.” He walked over to the bed and leaned over to kiss me. I pulled the covers down, revealing my naked body. His hands floated over my skin making it hot.

“Stay home.” I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Don’t tempt me.” He growled. “I am so in love with you. You are my soul.”

I smiled. “You are
my
soul.”

“Our souls are intertwined, we are one.”

I felt my skin grow hot waiting for him to take me, but my body became cold as he pulled away. He laughed and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead.

“Stay!” I said as he made his way to the door.

“Tempting.” He shot me a quick smile and was out the door. Not long after I heard the front door open and close.

The house was suddenly empty, and I was lonely.

After a successful day picking out furniture for Annabelle, I returned home to once again find flowers on my front door with another card.

G
xoxo

 
I immediately threw them away. I couldn’t go through this anymore.

I had just started cooking dinner when Stefan walked through the door. He spun me around and planted his luscious lips on mine. All the air left my body, and my mind felt as if it was spinning.

“I’ve been waiting all day for that,” Stefan whispered into my mouth as he grabbed my backside, squeezing me.

“And hello to you too.” I turned around and finished cooking dinner.

Stefan loosened his tie and took off his jacket, placing it over a chair in the dining room. He walked back into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a beer.

“How was your day?” I asked.

 
He hopped up on the cabinet next to the stove and cracked open his beer. “Long. Very long.” He took a huge drink from the bottle, then ran his hand through his hair. “Have you heard anything else from your dad?”

My body stiffened, and my breath caught. “Why?”

“I’ve had Charles do some research. Jennifer, he’s here in town.” He sounded worried.

“Well, yeah. I figured that.” I continued cooking.

“Why does he want to get to you so badly?” Stefan asked as he took another drink.

“I told you. He blames me for Mom’s death, and he probably wants me to pay for it. He’s just a drunk.”

I rubbed my belly. What if he did something awful to me? Or hurt Annabelle? I
would
kill him. It was one thing to hurt me, but to touch my child, no,
our
child...I couldn’t allow that.

“Jennifer?” Stefan asked. I blinked and looked at him. “Where’d
ya
go?”

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog out of my head. “I’m sorry. Just thinking.”

“I was saying that Charles is going to accompany you everywhere you go now until I find a reason to put that son of a bitch behind bars.” He jumped down off the counter and threw his beer bottle in the recycling bin.

“Everywhere?” I asked.

“Is there a problem?”

“Nope,”

I turned the stove top off and grabbed the plates out of the cabinet. Stefan sat down at the barstool, and I set his plate down in front of him. A smile spread across his face.

“God, this smells delicious.”

I smiled as I took my place next to him. “Tortellini with Alfredo sauce.” I shoved a bite in my mouth right as Stefan grabbed my thigh with his hand, squeezing it.

“Could you be sexier?” he asked as he stared at me. “Fuck dinner.” He leaned in and licked the side of my mouth. “Christ, that taste so much better when I’m licking it off you.”

Oh no! I’m hungry!

“Stefan...dinner.” If he wanted to be on top of me, he would have to wait until after dinner.

“Oh, I plan on eating dinner alright.” Stefan got up and grabbed my hips, slightly picking me up to turn me around in my seat. “We both know how much better this is about to taste.” He had a devilish smile on his face.

I pouted. “I’m hungry!”

“Don’t pout,” he growled. He leaned down and kissed my neck, running his hot tongue across my skin and making it burn. He ran his hands up and squeezed my hips as he spread my legs apart, pressing against me. I felt his arousal push against me I was immediately turned on.

Everything in me was now hungry for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gripped on to him. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes burning with passion. My breath quickened as he slammed his mouth into mine, our tongues feverishly searching for the other. He pulled the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, sending a chill through me, before returning our lips together.

He unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them off me, then leaned down and trailed kisses from my knees to my feet, pulling the jeans off each foot. He stood back up and stared at me, his hot eyes grazing over every part of my body.

“No panties?”

 
I shook my head no.

“Christ, You are going to be the most delicious dinner I’ve ever had.” A smug grin appeared on his face. He unhooked my coral lace bra and peeled it off, throwing it on the pile of clothes next to us. I gripped the sides of the barstool, trying to support myself as he spread my legs even wider.

He trailed his finger from the inside of my thigh up towards my sex, stopping at my clit. Instinctively I pushed myself closer to his finger, waiting impatiently for him to slip it inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re wet baby. God, I love it.” He rubbed his finger around my clit and stuck it inside of his mouth, sucking my juice off his finger. “You’re fucking delicious,” he growled and stuck his fingers deep inside of me. I cried out as my orgasm neared.

He kept pushing his fingers in and out of me, using his thumb to massage my clit in a circle pattern. He knew I wouldn’t last long like this, I never did. I closed my eyes and titled my head back, allowing my body to fall apart around him. I felt his hot tongue graze my clit, then slip inside of me.

That’s all I needed to push me over the edge. I cried and moaned his name as I gripped the side of the barstool and pushed myself into his mouth. Stefan didn’t slow down but worked me faster, moving his fingers and tongue in perfect motion with each other. My body tightened around his fingers as the orgasm ricocheted through my entire body. I let out a long breath as he withdrew his fingers and his tongue and unzipped his pants.

“Watching you fall apart in my mouth is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen you do.”

“You are a god.”

“Oh, I plan on
always
being
your
god.”

He shoved his pants and boxer-briefs down and stepped out of them. His cock was long and hard as he positioned himself directly in front of my wet entrance. He pushed himself inside of me, and I cried out again as my body welcomed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my fingers dug into his skin as he began thrusting inside of me, each time going harder and deeper.

“Christ,” Stefan growled as he pounded into me then stopped. He hooked his arms around my lower back, pulling me even closer to him so he could go deeper. I placed my hands on his biceps, squeezing them as my body took over.

“Come with me,” I moaned. I felt the tightening in my core, and I knew I was close. He unhooked one hand from my lower back and started rubbing my clit, sending me over the edge. We cried out together. When he finally stopped, I let out a long moan and titled my head back up, meeting his gaze.

Stefan picked me up, pulling himself out of me and hugging me into his chest as he hooked one arm under my legs and the other under the top of my body. He carried me down the hall into our bathroom. He sat me down next to the
jacuzzi
bath tub and started the water, adding some lavender beads. He picked me back up and placed me inside of the tub, then climbed in behind me, scooting me forward so I could sit between his legs.

He lathered the soap in his hands and massaged me all over, working out all the knots. After he washed my body, he unplugged the drain and got out, drying himself off. I stood to my feet as he dried me off, picked me back up, and carried me into the bedroom.

He pulled the blankets back and laid me on the bed, cuddling close and wrapping the blanket around us. I listened to the sound of his breath and heartbeat, mixing together to make the sweetest melody.

Stefan placed his hands on my eight month belly. I felt Annabelle kick, and Stefan laughed as he moved his hands around.