Chapter 11
Presley
"Here we go. From what I read on the internet, the best thing to curb the nausea is bone broth," Bennett says, walking into the room as I walk back out of the bathroom.
"Where the hell did you get bone broth?" I ask him, dragging my ass back to bed and sliding under the covers. Today has not been a good day; it has in fact been the worst day of my life and I would not recommend it to anyone.
"I called Luke," he says to me as if that's a normal thing. "Explained the situation."
"And what situation is that?" I try not to laugh at him.
"Um," he says, holding the tray in his hand. "The one where you ate bad shrimp." He winks at me. "And not the fact that it's morning sickness because you are with child."
"Smart move, Bennett." I smile at him. The whole afternoon he has been here, no matter how much I told him he didn't need to be here; he was just here. "Smart move."
"I aim to please," he tells me, smiling and I roll my eyes. "Do you feel better now that you took a shower?"
"And stopped throwing up." I fold my legs in front of me as he lays the tray down and I look at the yellow-colored broth. I turn my head right away and grab my phone dialing Luke, who answers right away. "What is in bone broth?"
"Oh, God." Bennett grabs the tray off me and turns to walk out of the room.
"It's bones," he answers me and I roll my eyes. "It's like knuckles, joints, oxtails, shanks, short ribs." I put my hand in front of my mouth.
"Never bring that shit into my house again," I say to him and he laughs.
"I didn't bring anything, your man ordered it." Luke can't help but laugh. "I also brought you a burger, so maybe go with that." I hear yelling in the background. "I have to let you go; it's naked Sunday and I have to get out of my clothes." I throw my phone down and get out of bed, walking down to the kitchen.
"Do you know what's in that?" I point at the soup and Bennett just shakes his head. He stands there looking like a college kid instead of a serious lawyer and I can't help but love this look also. "There is like knuckles and joints." I put my hand to my stomach. "I think for tonight I should have maybe chicken broth, or I don't know, the saltines helped."
"Whatever you want, gorgeous," he says, pouring the soup down the sink. "Do you want a grilled cheese?” I want to say no, but when he turns and looks at me, all I can do is smile. "Go lie back down," he says, walking over to the stove. "I'll be done in five minutes."
I walk back into the bedroom and get into bed. I lie down and close my eyes, just to rest them for a minute, and the next thing I know I'm blinking them awake and I'm in Bennett's arms. My head in his neck and I can't help but breathe him in. I look to see if any light is coming in from the kitchen but all I see is darkness. I think about getting up and moving away from him but he just pulls me in closer. "Go to sleep, Presley," he mumbles and for the first time I go back to sleep.
"Good morning." I feel a kiss on my neck. "I have to head out to work," he says, "but I didn't want to sneak out and make you worry about me." I stretch, laughing at his comment. "See you later." He kisses my lips. "There is water, ginger ale, and ginger tea on the bedside table."
I open my eyes and see him still there looking over me. "Bye," I say, pushing him away. "Go, I'll be fine."
"You'll call me?" he asks me, walking backward toward the door and for the first time I don't want him to go. I want him to stay, it's also the first time I slept the whole night without one foot out the door.
"No," I tell him as he turns and walks out of the bedroom laughing.
"See you tonight, gorgeous" is the last thing he says before walking out the door and slamming the door behind him.
"Or not," I say, grabbing the ginger tea from the tray beside my bed. I take a sip of the tea and walk over to the walk-in closet, grabbing a nice white skirt with green and light pink leaves with a button-up sleeveless white cotton shirt. The strappy nude heels complete the outfit, and when I walk into the office forty-five minutes later, I'm met with a huge straw basket that sits on the table in my office.
I walk over and look inside seeing all the stuff that I have at home. "Morning." Clarabella sticks her head in. "Your man just dropped that off and told me to make sure that you are okay."
"I don't have a man," I inform her. "I can take care of myself."
"Sure you can." She laughs and I ignore her. I also ignore the fact that during the day the only thing that makes me feel better are the saltines and the ginger tea. Luckily, I have no appointments for the day and Shelby works from home and Clarabella took off at lunch. I'm about to call it a day when my phone rings and I see it’s Bennett.
"Hello," I answer before I can even think about it.
"Gorgeous, you didn't text me," he huffs and his voice goes soft. "How are you feeling?"
"Great," I say, lying a bit. I did get queasy before.
"Good, when are you leaving work?" he asks me and I can hear that he's doing something.
"Now.” I get up, grabbing my keys and purse.
"Perfect timing," he says. "Stop by my place on the way home."
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but I had this sudden need to nap," I tell him. "So I was going to go home and get into bed."
"You have to eat," he reminds me. "So you might as well just come here and then you can nap."
"Will you leave me alone?” I huff, getting into my car. "I'll be there in ten."
"See you soon, gorgeous," he says, disconnecting.
When I park my car, I'm pissed that I came here instead of just going home. I walk up the steps and I'm about to knock on the door when it's swung open and he stands there in his dress pants and his baby-blue button-up shirt rolled up at the sleeves. "Hey, gorgeous." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. His musky cologne always does me in. "You look amazing." I don't have time to say anything else because he bends his head and kisses my lips. My tongue comes out and slides into his mouth and I swear his kisses leave me breathless. "I could get used to this," he says, kissing my neck. "But you have to eat." He grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen and I'm shocked.
"What is all this?" I ask of the take-out trays that fill the whole island.
"I didn't know how you would be feeling tonight," he says, standing behind me with his hands on my hips. "So I went ahead and had all of your favorite food prepared."
I look over at everything that I love from blueberry muffins to maple-glazed salmon. "Oh my God," I say, shaking my head and looking over my shoulder at him. His black hair looks like he was nervously running his hand through it, his brown eyes look like home. I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm not saying that I'm not hungry." I kiss under his chin, loving his five o'clock shadow. "But I think I'm hungry for something else." I nip under his jaw. "Something meatier." I lick his jaw as my body tingles with anticipation. His hands grip my hips harder than before. "Something that is more of a muscle." Sex with Bennett is never dull and I have to say neither of us hold back when it comes to this. If I want something, I have no problem telling him, just like if he wants me to suck his cock or ride him, he will come right out and say it. I can't tell you the number of times we would be on the couch and all I would have to say is I'm horny and we'd be naked and his head would be buried between my legs.
I kiss his neck and turn to hold his hand, bringing him over to the U-shaped couch. "Gorgeous," he says and I look over my shoulder and my chest tightens. He's been my dream man since I can remember. "You really need to eat," he says to me, but instead I push him down onto one of the ends. He opens his legs and I step between them, his hands roaming up the back of my legs all the way up to my bare ass, while he looks up at me. "Unbutton my skirt," I tell him as I run my hands through his hair. The skirt falls to the floor, puddling around my feet. "Lie back." I push him back and he lies down. I crawl onto the couch with him, my knees on the sides of his hips.
My pussy sitting right over his covered cock, I move my hips side to side. Falling forward on one hand, my face rests right on top of his. "Gorgeous," he hisses as my lips fall on his, his tongue coming out to slide into my mouth. His hands move to my sides, slowly moving to the front of my white shirt. He moves his head to the other side while his hands unbutton my white shirt. Our tongues play with each other as he finally gets all the buttons undone. Then I feel his fingers moving to my back and in a split second my bra is snapped off. I sit up on his cock now, suddenly wishing I took his pants off before I started this. He slips the shirt off my arms and the bra falls forward and is thrown across the room. "Fuck." His hands cup my tits and my nipples are so sensitive ever since I found out I was pregnant. I could come just from him playing with them. My hips move up and down on his cock and my whole body feels like it's on fire.
I move out of his reach and rub my hand up and down his covered shaft. "We should have gotten these pants off before." I lick my lips as I unbuckle his belt. He's already kicking off his shoes. I don't even wait for his pants to be off him before I bend and lick the top of his cock. The salty taste of his precum hits my tongue right away. "Hmm," I groan, taking his cock into my mouth. His nice, thick, hard cock, just the feeling of him in my mouth and I'm wet. I wrap my hand around his shaft while he pushes my hair away from my face. His hand grips my hair in his fist, and when I look up, he's watching me suck his cock.
"That's it," he says breathlessly. "Fuck." His eyes never leave mine. I lick up the shaft and twirl my tongue around the head of his cock. "How wet are you?" he asks me and I don't answer him. Instead, I slide the hand that is jerking his cock and move it to my pussy. Moving my thong to the side I slide two fingers inside me. My eyes close from my own touch, and I fuck myself with my fingers a couple of times.
"This is how wet I am," I tell him, holding up the fingers that were just inside me. His hand grabs my wrist and he yanks my fingers to his mouth as he sucks them clean. I take his cock back into my mouth. "So what do you think?" I ask him between sucking his cock and jerking it off. "Am I wet?" I lick all the way down to his balls.
He growls at me when I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking softly. "You're about to get a lot wetter."