DESIRED (BWWM)

Let's Talk

"No, I'm always careful. I don't have a kid, and this is pointless,"
"And you're sure?"
"Positive,"
"So you wouldn't mind getting a DNA test done?" She asks and I groan inwardly.

"Fine. Fine, I'll call Xavier. Now can I please have you?" She rolls her eyes at my desperation but leans down to to kiss my lips. I flip us over so that her back is to the bed, going between her legs as I nestle my erection at her warm center.

I want her and I don't care how desperate it makes me.

"You talk too much," I say in mock irritation, leaning down to darken the hickey I made on her neck.

"I do not,"
"Yes, you do,"
"Do not,"
"Sí, Mia vita," I insist, laughing as she pouts her pink lips. She opens her mouth to defend herself further but I beat her to the chase.

"Are you going to be a good girl or do I need to spank you again?" A blush stains her cheeks and she shuts her eyes and shakes her head.
"That's better," I mumble, lifting her shirt and kissing her flat stomach.

"Lijah?"
"Hmm?" I answer distractedly, pulling her pants down her legs and exposing her black underwear. The delicious scent of her arousal fills the room and I restrain myself from eating her like a cave man.

"I love you," she whispers and my movements stop.

"I love you too, baby." Tears form in her eyes and I wipe them away. "What's wrong?" I ask and she shakes her head as if to say nothing.

"I feel like the universe is against us. First my mom, who you're still married to by the way. And now Rosalie," she sits up with wide eyes as a fierce blush stains her entire face.

"Renée?"
"OhmygodI'msleepingwithmystepfather," she says in a rush, wrapping her arms around my neck and hiding her face in my chest.

I laugh at her discomfort before removing her arms and tilting her face to mine. "You're a very naughty girl, Renée," I tease lightly, watching as her face if possible becomes an even darker shade of red.

"Stop! Oh my God!" She mutters against my chest.

"Tell me, do you like it when your stepfther is füc-"

"Elijah!" She shouts, slapping my chest and frowning at me. I wrap her in my arms as I laugh at  her flustered state, sometimes I forget how innocent she really is.

"I'm not your stepfather for long. I signed the papers and sent them to Rachel," I inform her, happy that they came earlier then I had expected.

"How'd she take it?"
"I don't know," I answer and she bites on her thumb nervously before asking her question.

"Do you think she'd talk to me?"
"I could make her talk to you," I answer, my voice unintentionally becoming lower. I care little for the woman and I don't care if it shows.

Renée rolls her eyes and kisses the side of my jaw before speaking again.

"Can Antonio and Ty come over?" She asks and I groan, laying on my back and taking her with me. I see Nick's annoying ass everyday and for the sake of my sanity, I can only see my father in moderation.

"No."
"Why not?"
"Because they annoy the shit out of me, that's why," I reply grumpily, running my hands up her legs before slipping it between her thighs.

"I like them, and they don't annoy me," she mutters breathlessly, squirming in my arms as I insert a finger into her slick wetness.

"Always so ready aren't you?" I groan, collecting her desire in my hands and massaging it between my thumb and index.
"We haven't really.....t--talked," she moans out her protest and I ignore her, filling her with two fingers as her body jerks at the intrusion.

"Lijah?"
"Baby girl?"
"Don't stop."

****
Renée

"Renée, Xavier. Xavier, Renée," Elijah introduces us, somewhat grumpily, never once leaving my side as he motions for Xavier to step inside.

Tattoos fill his body and like Ty his ears are pierced.

I'm not surprised.

The sent of eggs fills the room as we follow him to the living room. Ty had arrived earlier and insisted that he make eggs.

Despite Elijah's numerous protests.

Before I could sit Elijah practically forces me into his lap and I glare at him, feeling an embarrassed blush stain my cheeks.

"It's nice to meet you," I say to Xavier and he offers me a small smile. "Same here, I didn't believe Nicolas when he said Elijah was in love,"

"Fück off," Elijah swears and I pinch his biceps, making Xavier laugh just as Ty shouts from the kitchen.

"No one ever believes me!"

"Always the drama queen," Xavier says as I try to subtly remove Elijah's grip, which only tightens.

He's angry and frankly I don't care.

He insisted that Eva is not his and that the DNA test is not necessary, however, I stood firm on my decision......even when he bribed me with sex.

I refused to give in and he's been angry ever since.

"How's Ryder?" Elijah asks, changing topics. Xavier stills with a grimace on his face.

"He's good," he offers and they both share a look as I bite my lip nervously, awaiting the part of the conversation that has to do with a certain little girl.

Elijah notices my nervousness and his already tight grip tightens as he clears his throat. 
"So you have it?" He asks with a scary scowl painted on his face.

"Wasn't easy, she literally threw a lamp at me," Xavier mumbles with his very own scowl, I chew on my thumb when he hands Elijah a peach colored envelope.

"Yo, Nick! Those eggs better taste as good as they smell," Xavier shouts before walking to the kitchen and leaving us alone. Elijah hands me the envelope and my breath hitches.

"Breathe, baby," he reminds me as I reach for the letter opener on the table. My hands feeling like clay the entire time.

Its okay, its fine, everything's fine.

I repeat in my head as I open the envelope and unfold the long paper, reading the number that leaves me breathless.

The probability of Eva being Elijah's child is ninety nine point eight percent.

*I think its safe to say everything is definitely not fine*

A/N: Guys I swear I'm not dead.

Happy reading even though you probably hate me. I know, I know. I've just been having major writers block, but I'll do better.