Chapter 153 Running away again
"I miss being able to go outside." I sigh, looking at Miguel's handsome face that is on the pillow next to mine. "The reporters have been unrelenting, I wish I could make it all disappear."
His ocean-like eyes open, and he smiles slightly. "Are you trying to run away from me again?"
"You could run away with me." I trace his eyebrows with my finger and his eyes flutter closed again. I think he loves me doing that as much as I love to do it. "I loved walking on the beach every morning."
"I can't go away right now." He mumbles. "There are a lot of things happening at the firm, my father is still trying to blow out flames. I have to be here."
It feels like we're never going to get away from Ben's shadow. He's dead, but everyone else is left to pick up the pieces. It's like he has the last say even from the grave.
"I can't stay holed up here. It feels like I'm trapped." My finger stills when something happens inside my tummy. It's almost like butterflies flapping their wings gently.
"What's wrong?" Miguel immediately notices the change in my demeanour.
The fluttering stops, but then it starts back up again, and I'm too scared to even breathe because I might miss it. He sits up, looking panicked, but my face breaks out into a big smile.
"I think I felt the baby move."
"You did?" He asks in awe, lying back down, and touching my stomach reverently. "Is it moving right now?"
"No." I laugh. "Maybe he's shy."
"He?" Miguel shifts closer to me, his lips almost on mine, and longing shining in his eyes. "Why did you say he?"
"I don't know, I feel like it's a boy." His muscles tighten under my hand when I rub his bicep. "What would you like the gender to be?"
"I don't care." He whispers against my lips, kissing me softly. "I love him or her already."
The bubble we have created here in my bedroom, is loving, intimate and tender. I love the way he's holding me, and making me feel like I'm the most precious thing here in his arms. It's exciting when he chases me and fucks me raw and unfiltered, but this sweet moment is equally thrilling.
"How about you visit my mother?" He kisses my bare shoulder. "She would love it if you're there and she can take care of you. Plus, the weather is great there and you can go to the beach every day."
"What about you?" I hate this, this hiding that we're doing, like it's wrong. How can something that feels this right be wrong?
"I can't leave right now. I have to be here for my father and the firm." He runs his fingers through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp at the back of my head. "We might have to disintegrate the firm, he needs me now."
I need him. Our baby needs him, but I don't say anything, knowing that the weight on his shoulders is probably already very heavy to bear.
How long are we still goung to do this? This hiding from the real world? In less than six months, there will be another human added to the mix, does our child desserve to be kept a secret? Why should he or she bear the brunt of others mistakes?
"I guess I could visit for a week or two. " I tremble slightly when his thumb rubs over my hard nipple. " I have to ask T.J. if he's able to get away again, though. He's been doing so much for me, I don't know if he even can disappear for another week."
He's never complained, saying it's an honor to look after me, but it would be selfish for me to once again ask him to just up and leave.
"I'll talk to him." Miguel leans in, and brush his lips lightly over mine again. If he's trying to make me forget that we don't have our shit figured out, and he's still coming to visit me like a thief in the night, he's definitely succeeding.
But I pull back, studying his face and his eyes that burns into me.
"You haven't told me about the accident yet.Have you found out who ran you off the road yet?"
His hand moves to my hip, gripping the flesh in desperation. "Lucille is looking into yet."
There are so many questions I need answers to. Where is Lucille staying? Why did someone run him off the road?
"Whoever did it was very smart, there were no license plates on the car."
"Could it be that it's someone wanting revenge on Ben?" I frown "But why take it out on you? Ben is dead and buried."
"Maybe they feel he didn't pay for his crimes. I don't know little mouse." He kisses the curve where my neck and shoulder meet, his hand traveling from my back to grip my ass, his fingers going into the crevice to enter my already wet pussy from when he already came into me once.
We have so much shit to figure out, and not enough time, and if hes trying to make me forget that the world would probably condemn our relationship, he's succeeding as he throws my leg over his hips, and his mouth desperately moves over mine, making me forget the problems.
He moves slightly to line himself up with my entrance and he slowly pushes inside me, my body trembling with the slow assault as he drives into me until there's no space left between the two if us.
How could something be wrong if it feels like this? My heart is ready to explode owth the magnitude of feelings I have for this man, my body opening up to welcome him. This chemistry the two of us have can't be hidden. It shouldn't.
When he cums inside me a second time tonight, his whispered words dancing across my skin, I know that I'm tired of this. This meeting in the night where no one can see us, has got to be over.