Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 741 : A Reason to Celebrate

*Caterina*

Oh. My. God.

No. No, more like—Holy shit!

‘Was this really happening?’ I asked myself frantically.

Could I seriously be pregnant?

The little cross-shaped lines in the small, white window of the test told me the answer.

My heart slammed violently against my rib cage as I continued to glare down at the pregnancy test in my hands.

Elio’s voice was the only thing that was grounding me at that very moment. But even then it was filled with worry and a heavy need to discover the truth.

My inner feelings shifted from shock to immediate concern. What was Elio going to think? Hell, how was he going to react?

It wasn’t like he and I were in the best predicament to have a child together at the moment. Well, with everything going on between Junior and Artem Katz, this was, undoubtedly, going to change things. It was no longer about protecting each other. Now there was a whole other life to consider.

But the idea of starting a family with Elio filled me with gushing enthusiasm and joy. A large part of me was hoping that Elio was going to feel the same.

‘Well, Cat, you’re not going to figure any of this out unless you open the door and talk to Elio,’ I told myself silently.

At least there was still some part of me that was able to think logically. Nonetheless, that hadn’t stopped my eyes from flooding with tears. I gained control of my balance. Thankfully, my nausea had really subsided, and I reached for the door handle.

I calmly stepped out of the bathroom, pregnancy test still grasped in my right hand, and I was instantly faced with a concerned Elio. His expressions looked strained while he held his arms across his chest. The look in his eyes demanded some kind of explanation.

“Cat, tell me what is going on,” he said. “Are you alright? Do you know why you were feeling so sick before? Are you still feeling ill?”

The bombardment of questions was enough to make me crack a smile. His notion of concern for my wellbeing always touched me. And instead of giving him some kind of verbal answer, I merely extended out of my arm, and with a shaky hand, handed him the pregnancy test.

Elio’s gaze dropped to the object I held out to him. His brows pulled together in question as he swiftly took it from me.

I carefully watched his demeanor shift the same way mine had done so before in the bathroom. Confusion. Shock. Disbelief....

The longer he went without speaking, the more my worry grew. The silence around us was eating away at me to no end.

‘Please, for the love of God. Please just let him say something. Anything!’

“I... is this....” Elio’s words grew choked and garbled in his throat.

He finally pulled his eyes up from the pregnancy test to look at me with such a wonder-filled expression that I nearly crumbled right there on the spot.

“It’s real,” I told him weakly. “And it’s positive.”

I was sure he’d already come to such a conclusion on his own. But the man was proving to be at a clear loss for words.

Elio’s eyes dropped once more to the test, and suddenly his face was overcome with an unanticipated look of pure happiness. The corner of his mouth lifted upward into an unmistakable smile. The line between his brows disappeared while a broken breath slipped past his lips.

My entire body trembled with uncertainty until Elio placed the pregnancy test on the table and rushed to close the space between us. I let out a sharp gasp as I found myself being lifted off the floor, twirling around in the air. As soon as he stopped, I felt my knees go instantly weak, and my legs shook like they were about to give out from beneath me.

Elio must have noticed this because I promptly felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. He kept me anchored firmly in place as my hands came to rest on his biceps. He pressed his head against my own and the two of us stood there for what seemed like hours.

The tears that were clinging to the corners of my eyes were hanging on by a sheer thread.

I struggled to find the right words to say.

“So, you’re not... you’re not mad?” I asked.

Elio tightened his hold on me and let out a deep chuckle from his chest. He slowly shook his head and spoke low, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“How could I possibly be mad?” he countered softly. He leaned down to place a promising kiss to my lips. “Cat, I feel like you’ve given me one of the most incredible gifts imaginable.”

He brushed my hair back from my face and asked me how I was feeling. But there were hardly any words that could well describe the enormous sense of relief that washed over me.

“Honestly, I didn’t know what I was feeling at first. I was so shocked that I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But the longer I stood in there, staring at that test, the more I came to realize how much I want this baby. I want a family with you, Elio.”

Elio continued to look at me, his eyes filled with so much sincerity that I thought I would inevitably burst. He lifted his hand up to cup my cheek. His smile never left his face.

“Of course, I want this baby with you, Cat,” he said affirmingly. “I love you so much. Are you feeling better now?”

A slight blush touched my cheeks. Yes, the nausea as well as the dread had all but evaporated ever since he’d taken me in his arms.

I nodded my head. “I feel fine now. I think it was just the smell of the liquor.”

It was strange. I hadn’t even touched a drop of the drink Elio had brought me; I couldn’t bring myself to bring the glass to my lips. At least I didn’t actually get sick. The heavy wave of nausea seemed to have been the worst of it.

A devious smile curled his mouth. Elio nodded his head. “That’s good to hear because I really, really want to celebrate the pregnancy by recreating how it came to be.”

And just like that, I’d become consumed by his smoldering, passionate embrace. Elio captured my lips in a searing kiss, stealing nearly every ounce of air from my lungs. But I didn’t care. The man could take everything if it meant I never had to leave his side.

His tongue swept along the seam of my lips and delved into my mouth. He took and swallowed every single of my moans.

Elio let his hands skim down the sides of my body, trailing them down to the back sides of my thighs. He wordlessly picked me up and carried me over to the large bed. He sat back while I managed to adjust myself in his lap.

His eyes became lust blown as his deep, honeyed voice rolled over me.

“How did I ever become so lucky?”

He went on to press several long kisses to the line of my jaw, all the way down my neck. He nipped at my collar while his fingers played at the hem of my dress. My chest jerked forward as the scorching touch of his hands grazed over the tops of my thighs.

A sharp, disgruntled whimper tore from my throat when I felt the first brush of his fingers press against the slick material of my underwear. I had no idea I’d become so wet between my legs.

This whole time I’d been so consumed with worry and fear that I had completely disregarded my underlying feeling of arousal and need.

Unconsciously, my hips started to rock forward against his hand. I bit the inside of my cheek to try and keep the noises from funneling out. But it was no use. The second Elio pressed the heel of his palm against my clit, I was done for.

“Oh my God! E-Elio,” I gasped breathlessly. “Please!”

He pulled his hand away and started doing away with our clothes. He’d pulled my dress over my head while I made a quick work of the buttons on his shirt. When all that remained was my underwear and his pair of black boxers, Elio effortlessly flipped us over till he was hovering above me.

My knees eased open where he positioned himself between them. Elio bent his head down to kiss the inner curve of my neck. His one hand snaked up the front of my chest to cup my breast while the other braced around my leg.

I arched my back off the mattress, wanting to get closer to him. Elio refused to give into my silent demand and kept rolling the pad of his thumb over my stiff nipples.

My voice came out strained and rough. “Elio,” I hissed.

He hummed in delight. “Tell me what you want.”

“Mm, make love to me,” I answered.

For the second time, he pulled himself back. I nearly crumbled to pieces from the absence of his hands and mouth. But I knew that he needed the space in order to get his boxers off. He’d hooked his fingers under the skimpy waistband of my underwear and dragged them down my legs as well.

Elio forced my legs to remain bent and slid them open as much as he needed. He’d instructed me to lift up my hips while he placed a pillow underneath me. My face broke out into another deep flush. One that caused Elio to smile down at me in pure amusement. I felt so vulnerable—so exposed.

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this,” he said.

My gaze fell downward where he took himself in his hand and stroked his length a good number of times. A million goosebumps rippled over my body when I felt him press the head of his cock against my slick center. He slowly, agonizingly eased his way in. I felt every inch of him until he’d finally filled me to the very hilt.

My mouth fell open. My eyes clenched shut. I knew I would never grow tired of this feeling. The moment Elio started to pull out and push himself back in, my body was beyond my control. I fisted my hands into the bed sheets and undulated my hips to meet every single one of his dominating thrusts.

The room became filled with the passionate echoes of our coupling.

Elio kept his hands firmly locked on my hips before taking my right leg and hooking it over his shoulder.

“Shit!” I gasped wantonly. “Just like that. Don’t stop!”

He sunk himself deeper and touched the hidden part of me that made me see stars behind my eyes. Elio’s pace was relentless and led me to feel that familiar burning beneath my stomach. I wasn’t going to last. Especially not when he brought his hand down to my mound and began circling over my clit.

“Ah! Elio, I can’t! I can’t take anymore!”

“Come for me,” he growled. “Show me how beautiful you look when you come all over my cock, love.”

It was his words that tipped me over the edge.

A moment later, I threw my head back and let my body ascend into a downward spiral. Every single one of the nerves sparked and caused me to continuously spasm around him.

Not even a few minutes later, Elio captured his own release and soon collapsed on the bed next to me. Our bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat, yet he pulled one of the lighter sheets over us. He pulled me close to his side and pressed a kiss to my head.

“I love you,” he said.

Despite the rocky moment at the club earlier, this had certainly turned into a night I would never forget.

“I love you too.”