SWNOVELS Flawed Heart: Chapter 43
Giving Amelia that document was a gamble I needed to take. She’s been in her head since dinner last week. We barely talk unless it’s about Asher. In the evenings, instead of binging a show we like or talking about the tour, she goes to bed. She’s hiding. I understand why she is hesitating. I know my actions caused damage that will take time to fix. I’m prepared to do that, but I need her here with me. Putting distance between us is not going to help. She believes it will. Amelia also believes she shouldn’t be with me again. Not that she can’t, but she shouldn’t. My heart lives in that document. It’s every dream and every hope I have for our future together. The interview was my grand gesture, these papers could seal our fate.
Staring at my computer screen is pointless. I won’t get any work done today. Throwing my pen onto the desk, I lean back. Before I fold them, I run my hands through my hair. I make a wish, and I call on my grandma Bee, my dad, Amelia’s parents, to help me. If Amelia doesn’t sign, if she wants to walk away, I’m going to have to let her. It will kill me, but I can’t hold on if it makes her hate me. I won’t give up, I can never give up, but I’ll have to let them go. That’s what scares me.
The baby monitor on my desk clicks on and my eyes go to the screen. I turn the camera on and see Asher sleeping. Seconds later I hear footsteps above me, then on the stairs. I force myself to get up and out of the chair. Rounding the desk I sit on the edge and wait. Wait for my future, or my demise, I don’t really know. My life is in Amelia’s hands.
She breezes through the door, her jaw clamped, her hair swirling around her like a pink halo. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes darken and watch me accusingly.
“I can’t believe you made another contract. After everything we went through because of the first one, this is what you wanted to do?” She holds the papers up, before rushing at me, closing the distance between us and slapping the paper to my chest. Despair and anger grip my insides.
“Amelia–”
“No, Zander, listen,” She runs her hands over her hair, “You can’t do this to me.”
She steps back, her hands on her hips. My body has lost the fight, my shoulders cave. I tuck my hands into my front pockets just so I don’t reach for her.
Our gazes meet, and for a brief second I think I see hers soften, before she rubs her lips together and looks away. “You can’t make a contract like that and not think about the future.”
“You can’t do date nights every Friday. Eventually Asher will have sports or activities. His uncles play guitar so there is a chance he’ll be in a band. We can’t vacation every Christmas in the mountains because my family might not be able to make it. I’m not letting go of my home in New Zealand. Asher has dual citizenship, and I do have to go back every now and then. And seriously….Zander, four kids? Are you crazy? Let’s just start with two and see from there. And…I love you too.”
Amelia’s cheeks tinge pink, but when her eyes come back to mine they’re watery and hopeful. I frantically pick up the contract and flip to the last page. Amelia Allister Rosen is scribbled across the line next to my own signature.
“It’s not another marriage contract. It’s a prenup. Now your future belongs to me,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. I don’t give her a chance to back out. I close the distance between us, my hands reaching for her at the same time she’s reaching for me. Our bodies collide, my lips take hers, devouring and worshiping everything about this woman. We breathe together, tongues tangling. I wrap my hands in her hair, angling her head back. Her small hands grip my shirt while unbuttoning the small buttons. My brain catches up to what she’s doing so I help her, just tearing the material from my body. I throw my t-shirt off as well before reaching for her. Her sweatshirt comes off and she shimmies out of her leggings. I need more, need to see more of her smooth skin, and feel it against my own. Amelia grabs my belt, unbuckling it before undoing the button. My pants drop to the floor and I step out of them, while grabbing her and spinning her around so her back is to my chest. She’s panting, her body shudders while I drag my hands over her stomach and under her bra. I grab her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples. She gasps and jerks, her ass thrusting back into me. Her hands move between us and her bra falls to the ground. I chuckle against her ear, “Are you in a hurry, baby?”
“It’s been so long, Zan,” She moans, her head falling back against my chest.
I trail my lips down her neck and slip my hand into her panties, my fingers grazing her pussy, feeling how much she wants me, “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.” I rub over her clit and her body jerks in my hold, her pupils dialing.
“Zander,” She groans and her hips buck against my hand, needing friction. I could probably rub her twice and have her coming all over my hand. She’s sensitive. It’s been way too long since I last touched her. Amelia melts into my touch.
“You’re always so responsive to me. I love watching you fall apart. I love making you come.”
Her knees buckle, her hands bracing against my desk. I thrust two fingers into her welcoming heat, and feel her walls clench around me. I smirk against her shoulder before pulling the skin between my teeth and suck, marking her everywhere I can.
“Mmm…” She moans, and I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her while I fuck her with my fingers.
It doesn’t take long before she’s coming down my arm. Her body is flushed, her lips puffy, legs trembling. I need more. I need to be inside her. In one swift motion I pull out my cock and thrust inside of her so hard her hips hit the desk, her fingers turning white from gripping the edge. I brace one of my arms around her, holding her up, while my other hand grips her waist. She feels incredible, and I want to lose myself inside of her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, remembering why it’s been so long.
“Yes,” Amelia pants, her head tilting back she trails kisses along my neck, “The doctor cleared me for sex. I started my birth control again but it can take a while.”
I thrust again, loving the way her warmth squeezes around me. I smirk at her, “Because your pill was so effective last time.”
“It’s not my fault your balls were on point. Or you have super swimmers,” She groans when I thrust again, “Zander..”
I thrust inside of her.
“We should probably use a condom,” She warns me breathlessly.
I keep going, my mind completely clouded by lust and just not giving a fuck. I love Amelia. I want more babies with her. I don’t have a plan for what that looks like, I just know I want it.
I grip her chin with my fingers, turning her face so our eyes lock, “I missed you. I love you.” Her eyes widen. I slam into her relentlessly, leaving everything up to chance, creating more bonds to tie us together.
“I love you too. I love you so much,” She chokes out.
Her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my cock and after I make her come a few more times I finally let myself go, shoving my tongue in her mouth, and gripping her so hard she’ll wear my bruises tomorrow.
“That was reckless,” She’s breathing hard, but a smile plays on her lips.
“That was just the beginning, baby” I warn her before pulling out and slapping her ass, “We still have some time before Asher wakes up. I plan to have you screaming my name a few more times.”
“Zander!” Amelia laughs.
I grab her and throw her body over my shoulder, my arm banding around her legs, and stalk out of my office.
“Wait! Our clothes,” She giggles.
“Don’t need them,” I remind her, heading to our bedroom.
After closing the door I drop Amelia to the bed. Her hair fans out, her skin glowing, her lips are red and swollen, love and happiness dancing in her ocean eyes. I crawl over her body, and press my chest to hers, feeling her heart beat against mine. My life is staring back at me, making it hard to breathe.
I had them.
Amelia was mine.
“We can make the date nights every Friday work.”