Lynnia (31 page)

“Footrest,” she panted out.

He stumbled back a few steps and they kind of fell onto the thing. Swinging his legs, he had them perfectly aligned so she had room to move and he could enjoy the movements she wanted to make. He kissed down her neck as she began to lift off him then slowly grind back down.

“Mmm, work those hips,
mami
.”

She giggled and repeated the move. He pushed up as she came down and her head fell back. Moving the thin straps of her dress had the front loosening. He took advantage of that and was rewarded with her sexy, full breasts when he tugged on the fabric. She tugged at the back of his shirt and he lifted so it was pulled off. His mouth was busy working on the fully exposed nipples of her breast as she began to increase her motions. He kept up his end of things as played with the breasts that he’d missed more than he thought he had over the last couple months. They looked bigger than they had been. He didn’t care. More for his hands to play with.

Lynnia moved forward causing him to lay back. In this position, he couldn’t get his mouth where he wanted it but his hands were available. Coming up she tightened her body around him then arched her back so that her exposed clit could feel the friction. He allowed her to work for a few moments before accepting her kiss and placing his thumb over her on a downward stroke. Rubbing his thumb quickly back and forth over and over made her whimper.

“Shit. Yes! Mmm.”

Kissing her, playing with her nipples and her clit, and hearing her moan had his body readying for him come.

“Lynnie, baby …”

She tensed and her orgasm caused everything to tighten just as he was getting ready to tell her that he was about to pull out. Her increased motion drove everything from threat to full on contact.

“Shiit! D. my damn, that feels … ahh!”

Yeah, he knew what the fuck she meant. The heat of her had him pumping even harder as her body trembled with the aftermath of her pleasure. He chased that hit as he came and felt her walls take all that he was delivering.

“Dario, shoot, it’s too much.”

Her reaction surprised him. She tried to muffle the second orgasm, but couldn’t. Lynnie buried her face in his neck. He lay thee enjoying the feeling of being this close to her. It wasn’t exactly what he’d been expecting, but he would take it as a first step in the right direction.  It took them a few minutes before they were able to catch their breath. His hands roamed over her body as she lay his chest. She sat up after about ten minutes and swiveled her hips.

“Um … I’m sorry. I don’t know wh …”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I hate that I couldn’t have this before now. It’s my own fault. I know it.”

He furrowed his brow as his hands moved to her stomach. Quickly lifting the rest of her dress, he looked at what used to be a very flat area. Fuller breasts?

“Lynnie, are you pregnant?”

She’d been trying to pull the fabric back in place while moving off of his lap, but wasn’t successful.

“Lynnia, are you pregnant? Is that why you were avoiding me? You didn’t want me to know?”

The woman started crying again. This time when she tried to move, he allowed her to do so. She stood in front of him, but not really looking at him.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Nice. Out with the rest of it, Lynnie. Why are you carrying my child and I don’t know about it?”

“I wanted time. I needed to get my head together.”

“That’s crap and you know it. You knew if you told me that you were having my baby then I would be there. I would do what was necessary to make sure our child was taken care of, that you were taken care of. There’s more to it. Why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant, Lynnie?”

The tears fell harder and she took a deep breath. He looked at her and it dawned on him. that was the reason for her not telling him. She hadn’t shared her news because it wasn’t something she needed to share with him.

“Yes, D., I’m pregnant. I was with Travis and …”

He cut her off before she could continue. To say that he was devastated would be putting what he was feeling into too small of a box. He couldn’t voice all that he was feeling. Instead, he picked up his shirt and said what he couldn’t hear her say.

“You’re pregnant, but it’s not mine. I got it. I’m going to go.”

Dario heard her call after him, but he didn’t want to hear anymore. He’d heard enough. It was over. He sent a message to Lindsay, Chyra, and Zach letting them know that he couldn’t stay. He had some things he needed to take care of. It was a good thing that Lindsay had driven herself. He didn’t want to have to deal with her peppy self. He’d call her later if he was feeling continually destructive. Right now, he wanted to go home and lick his wounds while downing a bottle of Jack.

Chapter 17