Devote [book 1]

36

Imogen's POV

Something was off. I could tell it was.

Lucas was still sound asleep but I could feel like something was off.

I hurried to the bathroom, throwing up nonexistent food.

"Baby, why do you keep throwing up?" Lucas sleepily asked.

Then his eyes widened. A sudden realization coming to mind.

"A-are you pregnant?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"You wore a condom," I whispered.

It's not that I don't want children. I love children and want many of them but the relationship with Lucas and I is complicated. What are we? We just got back to talking.

He walked away, grabbing his keys and leaving.

About two minutes later, the front door opened and he came in with a bag.

Three pregnancy tests were laid on the bathroom counter.

"Take these," he said. I could tell he wanted to smile but kept trying to stop himself.

I tried closing the door but he was in the way.

"Nuh-uh, I am not peeing in front of you," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"I'll cover my ears and not face you?" He said in more of a question.

"Deal."

He sat in the tub, facing the wall and covering his ears like a child.

Few seconds later, the first one was done. Then the second and then the third.

He stood by the counter waiting for the results to come in.

I left to grab something to eat for now.

When I came back, the smile on his face grew as he started to see the results.

"Looks like there's a bun in the oven!"

He came closer and kissed me everywhere.

"S-stop, it's tickles," I managed to get out in between his mini kisses.

"I love you so much," he whispered next to my ear.

A shiver went down my spine, his hot breath hitting my neck.

His mouth doing things that made my legs melt.

"Devote yourself to me il mio amore," he whispered with desperation evident in his voice.

With my back pressed to the wall, and our breaths mixed together, the smallest movement and our lips would touch.

I wanted, no needed him. He's the one I need.

"What if I say no?" I asked.

"Amore, you have no choice either way," he said with his signature smirk.

"Okay," I whispered.

Our mouths latched together.

His hands roaming new crevices on my body, his one hand squeezing my inner thigh. His other hand rests on my neck and deepens the kiss.

I moan against his mouth.

(The rest of the smut will be on Devote: Mature Chapters, sorry ;) )

My head lay on his chest, his heart beat slowing down. A beautiful rhythm matching mine.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked.