Chapter Sixty-four Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

“Cole—” I moaned into his mouth as I felt him slowly draw me away from the wall and reached behind me to pull down my zipper. Pulling the dress off of my shoulders he stopped kissing me to trail his lips down my neck to my collar bone and then lower. He reached for my hands, holding me by the wrist. he lifted them over my head and pressed them to the wall. I felt him pull down the cup of my bra and then his warm mouth closed around my left nipple, I jerked against the wall, and he applied pressure. I moaned his name. He didn’t stop. He suckled my nipples one after, the other until I was begging him to release my hand so I could touch him. I was dripping wet, and aching now. Damn, he was so good. When he stopped sucking my nipples his fingers resumed the torture as he took my lips again. I was well aware when he carried me to my bed and laid my back on the soft mattress. He joined me immediately, pulling off my dress and leaving me only in my underwear, he pressed his lips to my navel, cupping my ass as he nibbled on my skin. Everything he was doing was extremely erotic. Using one hand to pull down my panties, he trailed his lips on my inner thighs, slowly widening my legs, lifting the two up to rest over his shoulders. The tip of his tongue traced the hem of my vulva, and at the same time, he reached up to cup and stroke my nipples with his other hand. I moaned loudly. I felt his tongue slip inside me, darting in and out and I moved closer wanting him deeper still. He groaned my name, gripping my thighs tight, and latched onto my clit. I grabbed the sheets under my hands, arching my back as I drown in pure undiluted lust. It felt so damn good.
“Cole, take off your clothes, please,"
“All of them?” he asked in a breathless tone, and I knew what he was asking me, and yes, I wanted to see all of him.
“Yes! All! I want to see and touch you,” I pleaded. He knelt in between my legs and started to unbutton his shirt. The very sight of him excited me. His eyes were clouded with passion and his chest heaved steadily with evident emotions. He jerked off his shirt, and then his trousers when he rose to kick his boxers off, I silently adored his physique. He was beautiful naked. I couldn’t see anything out of place. And his cock was long and broad but not as quite big as Evan's. The thought made me freeze. My heart thudded fast in my chest and I could hear the pounding in my ears. ‘No,’ I thought to myself. I am not going to let my past ruin this. I can’t have Evan. Cole was here, and he wanted me. I rose to kneel on my bed and reached for him, not wanting to give myself room to think of Evan, because I knew if I did, I will have to stop. I latched my lips to Cole’s, kissing him as if my life depended on it. Tonight, I was going to be his woman and live again.
He made me settle on the bed, continuing to kiss me, his warm body pressing against mine, it was gratifying. I had expected him to settle in between my legs or make me straddle him so he could slip inside me but he didn’t, instead he held me to his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Cole?” I said, quizzically.
“I’m okay with holding you tonight,” he said, and I raised my face to meet his gaze. I felt him shake and he groaned. ”I want you, Roberts,” he added in a torturous tone.
“I want you too, Cole,” I whispered, and stretched upward with my breast brushing his chest to slowly kiss him. He groaned again into my mouth. I reached for his hand and slowly drew it lower down my navel and to my wet pussy, making him dip his finger inside me. I moaned. He cursed.
“Gosh! You are so tight—” he breathed hard, giving me the rein over his hand and I continued to make him dip in and out of me, while I nibble on his lower lip.
“You are killing me, Roberts.”
“Don’t you dare stop!” I said, shutting my eyes as the tension build inside me again. Cole used his free hand to hold the back of my head, running his finger through my hair.
“I don’t just want your body, when I fuck you, Roberts, I want all of you. I’m not going to be that guy that holds the fort for some guy in your past I can’t compete with,” he rasped.
“Cole—” I called tenderly, cradling his head and pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. I wished I could give him exactly what he wanted but I couldn’t. What he wanted had already been claimed. He rubbed his hands up and down my back, making me lie atop him.
“All or nothing, Roberts—” he said and crushed his lips against mine.
Cole spent the night with me, and true to his words, we did everything but fucked. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the night with him and he left before my friends woke up in the morning. But it was only a short reprieve, my life went back to the former routine before Evan twirled back into my life and for some reason. I missed him even more now. And with all the drama, I didn't pay attention to my menstrual circle, until I started to feel nauseated with every food I loved and started to lose weight.
Cole took one look at me one evening after my shift and said, "Take a pregnancy test, please," and stormed passed me.
I gasped. Of course! Why I haven't thought of that possibility was beyond me. Perhaps it was because I had been intimate with Evan for months before and never took in, forgetting although he did penetrated me he never went all through or ejaculated inside me. But this time he had broken my hymen and did come inside me. Feeling dazed, I went to the medical supply room to get at least four kits, hiding them under my doctor's coat, I rushed to the doctors’ restroom. My hands shook badly as I used the kit one after the other, then started to pace waiting for the time-lapse. My heart was beating like it was going to pop out of my chest, thinking of what this would mean if the test came out positive. Dear God, Cole! I will have to face him and tell him! He will have to watch my belly grow with Evan’s child.
Maybe leaving to work in another hospital was the best. I tormented myself as I continued to pace. When the alarm on my phone rang I froze and gingerly looked in the direction of the kit laid side by side on the ceramic sink. And every one of them showed the pink line. I was pregnant. I was carrying Evan's child!
I let out a shaky breath and my eyes welled with tears. In my present situation, the last emotion I had expected was to feel excited about the prospect of having Evan’s baby but that was exactly what I felt. The very thought filled me with joy.
‘ … After I promised over and over that I will wait a little longer to put babies inside you—’ his voice rang in my head and my shoulders shook as I found a corner to sit, wrapping my arms around myself. I cried quietly. "We are going to have a baby, my love," I whispered, crying brokenly. There was only one thing left to do now.