Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 30 | I Should Be Panicking About Pregnancy But The Cuddling Is S-Tier
The alarm screamed at 5:30 AM.
Mera’s hand shot out from under the covers.
Slapped the phone into silence.
She yawned.
Wide enough her jaw cracked.
Yoga.
Right.
Morning routine.
Her eyes opened slowly.
The room came into focus through a pleasant haze.
Purple walls.
Band posters.
Stepping disc burns on the ceiling from last night.
Oh.
Last night.
Warmth surrounded her completely.
Not blanket warmth.
Body warmth.
An arm draped across her waist.
Solid.
Heavy.
Possessive.
Her back pressed against a chest that rose and fell with deep even breaths.
Something hard nestled between her thighs.
Not touching her pussy.
Just resting there in the gap.
Thick.
Hot.
Rome’s dick.
Jesus Christ that’s Rome’s dick.
She became aware of her body in stages.
Soreness first.
Deep between her legs where he’d been.
Where he’d filled her.
Where he’d come inside her.
The ache pulsed with her heartbeat.
Not quite pain.
Not quite pleasure.
Somewhere in the middle that made her want to press her thighs together and never move again at the same time.
But underneath the soreness sat something else.
Clarity.
Like someone had wiped fog off a window she hadn’t realized was dirty.
Colors looked sharper.
Sounds felt crisper.
Her own Essentia hummed stronger in her chest than it had in months.
What did he do to me.
She shifted slightly.
Felt him everywhere.
His arm around her waist.
His breath on her neck.
His cock between her thighs.
I slept with him.
I actually slept with him.
First day meeting him and I let him fuck me.
The thought landed like a brick.
She turned carefully.
Didn’t want to wake him.
His face appeared inches from hers.
White hair messy across his forehead.
Eyes closed.
Lashes longer than they had any right to be.
Jaw relaxed in sleep.
He looked younger like this.
Softer.
Nothing like the smug bastard who’d walked into class yesterday morning.
God he’s beautiful.
She reached up.
Traced the line of his jaw with one finger.
His skin warm under her touch.
He didn’t stir.
I let him touch me everywhere.
I let him see me.
All of me.
And he made me come three times.
Heat crawled up her neck.
Her face.
Three fucking times.
The third one still made her thighs clench.
His mouth between her legs.
His fingers inside her.
His tongue doing things she didn’t have words for.
She bit her lip.
Focus Mera.
Don’t get distracted.
But her brain wouldn’t cooperate.
It kept circling back.
To the way he’d looked at her.
Grey and green eyes glowing amber.
The way he’d kissed her.
Slow and deep and like he had all the time in the world.
The way he’d held her down and made her take it.
Made her beg.
Made her scream his name loud enough the entire dorm probably heard.
And then he came inside me.
Without protection.
Because I told him not to pull out.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I don’t even know if I can get pregnant.
Probably.
Most hybrids can.
Shit.
She pressed her face into his chest.
This was supposed to be simple.
Get close to him.
Use him for connections.
Maybe have some fun.
Not this.
Because this felt like more.
The way he’d stopped when she asked.
The way he’d kissed her forehead after.
The way he’d covered her with the blanket and held her while she fell asleep.
That’s not what playboys do.
Playboys fuck and leave.
They don’t stay.
They don’t cuddle.
But Rome did.
He was still here.
Still holding her.
Maybe it meant something.
Maybe.
Her tail wrapped tighter around his leg.
Mine.
No.
Not mine.
He’s not dating me.
He never said we were dating.
This could be a one time thing.
Her chest tightened.
No way.
He wouldn’t.
He painted my insides white.
That has to mean something.
But the doubt crawled in anyway.
Rome was a known playboy.
The Angelo heir.
Billions in the bank.
Girls threw themselves at him constantly.
She’d seen it yesterday.
I’m just another conquest.
Another name on a list.
Her stomach twisted.
Stop it.
He trusted you.
He showed you his secret.
His real Essentia.
That had to count for something.
He could’ve lied.
Could’ve said anything.
But he didn’t.
He let her test it.
Let her see what he could do.
Let her watch those circles appear in his eyes while he drained her.
And his power works through sex.
Rome’s Essentia literally required intimate contact.
Deep intimate contact.
The kind that involved orgasms and screaming and losing control.
He’s going to sleep with other girls.
He has to.
That’s how his power works.
He’d be a worse hero if he didn’t.
Her nails dug into his chest.
I hate that.
I hate that so much.
She wanted him to herself.
Completely.
Wanted to wake up like this every morning.
Wrapped in his warmth.
His arm around her waist.
His dick between her thighs.
Wanted to kiss him until neither of them could breathe.
I never knew I could love kissing someone this much.
She’d made out with boys before.
Fumbled teenage groping at parties.
Nothing serious.
Nothing that made her feel like this.
But Rome kissed like he meant it.
Like her mouth was the only thing keeping him alive.
Like he’d die if he stopped.
I want that again.
Right now.
She looked at his sleeping face.
Still peaceful.
Still soft.
Her hand moved up.
Touched his cheek.
His jaw.
His bottom lip.
He stirred slightly.
Made a low sound in his throat.
His arm tightened around her waist.
Pulled her closer.
He doesn’t want to let go either.
Maybe this is real.
Maybe he feels it too.
But morning would come.
Classes started in three hours.
He didn’t bring a change of clothes.
Didn’t bring anything.
He’ll have to leave.
Walk across campus in yesterday’s outfit.
Everyone will know.
The thought didn’t bother her as much as it should.
Let them know.
Let them see Rome leaving her dorm at six in the morning.
