Chapter Twenty-Four

“Well?” Gil stood outside the bathroom door. He’d been pacing the floor for the past five minutes and the anticipation was killing him. “What does it say?”

Fallon turned towards him, her pale eyes flashing in the early morning sunlight. “It says we’re going to need a bigger house.”

“It’s positive? Are you sure?”

She giggled and rolled her eyes. “It’s pretty easy to read, Gil. A plus sign means positive and a line means negative.” She handed him the small applicator. “What do you see?”

Gil scanned the tiny window. “It’s definitely a plus sign.” He looked back into her eyes. “You’re really pregnant.”

Her lips pulled tight and he could see the tension move through her muscles. “It’s still early, Gil. If you’re not sure about this, I can…”

Her voice carried into a delighted shriek as he picked her up and twirled her around the room. “Are you kidding? I’m just not sure I can wait another nine months for it all to happen.” He carried her over towards the bed. “How soon before you can get an ultrasound so we can see my son?”

“Or daughter,” she warned.

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose as he laid her gently on the bed. “I’d love to have a little girl, Fallon. One that looks just like her mother.” He brushed her hair back as he watched her face. “But I suppose in the end, it doesn’t really matter. We’ll put more stock in it with our second child.”

Fallon’s eyes bulged wide as they welled up with tears. “Our second child? Just how many do you want?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Three or four.”

“Three or four?”

“We can have more if that’s not enough for you. I’m flexible.”

Fallon’s smile made his heart swell. She’d not only agreed to marry him, but had insisted they stop on the way home from the warehouse. It hadn’t mattered that only Wade and Trevor were there to witness the ceremony, or that both of them looked like they’d just been rescued off the street. All she’d wanted was to seal her love with a kiss. He was secretly planning another wedding for her. One with all her friends and her grandparents. The kind of day girls dreamt of from the time they were told their first fairy tale. It seemed the least he could do for all she’d given him without ever asking for anything in return, but his love.

“You know, just because I got pregnant so easily this time, doesn’t mean it’ll be that way every time.”

“Who cares? I just want to keep trying, darling.”

With that he followed her down on the bed, taking her lips softly in his. He kept his kiss soft and loving, teasing her just long enough she took charge and deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth as if she needed his taste to live. He met her attack with one just as strong, jousting his tongue with hers until she finally pulled back. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him from behind a veil of lashes. He could tell she was up to something, but wanted her to have the illusion she was in control.

“I bought you something,” she said, reaching for the bedside table.

“Flavoured oil for me to lick off various parts of your body?” he guessed, raising his eyebrow in question.

Fallon smiled and threw him a quick glance over her shoulder. “Well, I did get some oil, but it’s not for you to lick off me. As a matter of fact, it’s for me to use on you.”

Gil narrowed his eyes as he watched her pull out a bag from the small drawer. “That sounds…dangerous.”

She laughed and his heart skipped a beat. He’d been so afraid she’d distance herself and fade into a deep depression after the warehouse, that her outward display of humour eased the worry he’d been hiding. And as he watched her remove a toy from the bag he realised she was more than okay.

Fallon held up the device, rotating it as she smiled at him. “Well, what do you think?”

“Why don’t you tell me what it is first?”

She huffed and he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s an anal plug, silly.”

“It’s not like the ones I’ve seen at the store.” He nodded towards the drawer. “Is there something wrong with the one you have?”

“No. Besides, this isn’t for me.” She met his heated stare. “It’s for you. It’s supposed to drive men wild. Something about an anal G-spot and the prostate gland.” She matched his raised eyebrow. “I got a narrow one so it won’t hurt you. Don’t tell me you’re nervous?”

Gil shook his head. Now she was trying to goad him into allowing her to fuck his ass with a plug. The girl had definitely gotten more courageous during their separation. But he had to admit. He liked the new cockiness. It made his cock stand at attention and his imagination run wild. And if this was what married life had in store for him, then he was more than up to the next fifty years.

“Careful, darling. Pregnant or not, I’ll still spank you.”

She tilted her head as if considering his threat. “Let’s see. A spanking in exchange for watching you take the plug and mounting you while it’s still deep inside you.” She sealed her eyes to his. “Sounds like a fair deal.”

Fallon moved across the bed, holding her prize in one hand, a bottle of scented oil in the other. She could see the uncertainty in Gil’s eyes as he watched her approach, his gaze flicking between her and the plug. She’d known the instant she’d spied it on the shelf, she had to buy it, but she hadn’t been sure whether Gil would let her use it on him. He’d never been one to let her lead, and just the fact he hadn’t tossed her down and ripped off her clothes spoke volumes.

She met him in the centre of the mattress, her body easing against his. His muscles strained as he fought to keep the contact light. An internal battle raged in his eyes as he stared down at her, his lips slightly parted, his eyes heavy lidded. She leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped her with a firm hand across her chest. Something raw rippled across his expression as his gaze, once again, centred on the plug.

“Fallon.”

He spoke her name as part warning, part plea. A sense of power surged through her and she fought to keep from smiling. He wanted to play, but wasn’t sure how to accept the rules of the game.

“We both know you’re not gay. And just because you let me try this, doesn’t mean I’ll suddenly start worrying when you call me to tell me you’re working late with Wade.” She tilted her head again in a way she knew drove him crazy. “Unless you’re planning on teaming up on me with your new partner?”

Gil growled a moment before his lips covered hers, his kiss hard and urgent. She opened when he nipped at her lips and felt his heat spear into her mouth. He plunged inside, licking and teasing until his scent was all she could taste. It wasn’t until she whimpered in need that he released her, his eyes burning down on hers again.

“Never again.” His voice was a dark curse. “You’re mine and mine alone. So if you have any fantasies about Wade, I suggest you forget about them.”

“You’re the only man I’ve ever fantasised about. And that will never change.”

Her response seemed to ease some of the tension in his body, and the fine lines around his eyes diminished. He nodded at her and moved back, stripping his shirt off as he relaxed back on the bed. “Then by all means…”

He waved at the toy still perched in her hands and a new wave of heat rolled through her. Only this time, it culminated in her groin, making her juices spill out along her plump lips. She was hot and wet, and so damn horny she wondered if she’d climax simply by burying the plug up his ass.

The image filled her head and she heard her low groan fill the room. Gil grinned as she knelt over him, fingering the waistband of his jeans. “I’m afraid these will have to go, darling.”

Gil didn’t have time to nod before she’d jerked open the buttons and pulled the denim apart. The stark white of his briefs wavered between the two sides as his cock head pulsed beneath the thin fabric. She moaned at the sight, knowing she’d have to taste him before she prepared him for her game.

“Ease up for me.”

He paused just long enough to show her his acceptance to the game, but also to emphasise his choice in the matter. He’d play as long as he decided, and not because she commanded him.

Fallon nodded, waiting until he raised his hips to slip his jeans and briefs down his thighs, pulling them off his legs and tossing them behind her. She didn’t turn to see where they landed on the floor, just content to get the damn things off him. Now he was perfectly naked.

Her purr of approval vibrated in the air and Gil smiled at her feminine response. He liked to know she appreciated his body as much as he did hers. She leant forward, inhaling his scent. It was clean and spicy and she couldn’t seem to stop her tongue from dancing along his shaft, teasing the thin slit with just a hint of penetration.

“Oh God.”

His gravelly voice echoed in her head as she dipped in for another taste. A splash of salty musk coated her tongue and she lapped at the head in hopes of getting another taste.

“You taste divine. I hope you’ll give me more.”

“Keep talking, and you’ll drink my cum before you get anywhere near my ass.”

Fallon smiled against his skin, suckling one testicle into her mouth. Today was all about him. A chance for her to show him how much she truly loved him, and how seriously she took her oath to give, only to him. Of course, he wouldn’t let her go without at least one orgasm, but the need to pleasure him was more intense.

“Then I guess I’ll have to get started,” she breathed, nuzzling the base of his cock with her nose. “Why don’t you roll over and let me rub some of the tension out of your shoulders?”

Gil’s heated stare met hers before he kicked his mouth into a sexy smile and rolled onto his stomach. The move was strong and masculine, an indication of his dominance. Fallon took a moment to savour the sight of his long, lean body stretched beneath her. The way his shoulders seemed to fill the bed before dipping into his tight waist. From there his hips gave way to a firm set of muscles layered across his ass, making his buttocks perfectly shaped. She’d often longed to touch him the way she was going to now, and couldn’t stem a moan from feathering from her lips.

“You have the perfect ass, darling. All tight and strong. God, I can’t wait to watch you take the plug.”

Gil mumbled something into the pillow, but he didn’t try to stop her as she ran her fingers down the sensual cleft of his butt, circling his anus with a solitary finger.

“Now remember to relax, darling. I can tell you from experience it feels so good any pinching will soon be forgotten.”

Gil turned, as if to look back at her, but then stopped and rolled back. She took that as her signal to move, rubbing her hands down his back, dancing them across his muscles. Every swirl sank him further into the bed until she thought he might fall asleep. Then she switched gears, teasing each inch with a light scrape of her nails, reviving every muscle she’d soothed until his hips punched forward and his breath came in deep pants. His body was primed again, but this time, for pleasure.

She reached for the oil, dribbling some on her hands before smearing it across his back. “Just relax, Gil. The oil is just what you need to help you along.”

He moaned his reply, obviously aroused by the slick feel of her hands across his flesh. She waited until his back had a nice thin covering before moving to his buttocks. The muscles flexed as she ran her hands along his cheeks, covering every inch of skin. She stopped to reload and then eased her fingers down the valley, pausing to rim his anus. A low guttural sound floated out from the pillow, but he didn’t move. Instead, she felt his hips pressing back ever so slowly, as if seeking a deeper penetration.

Fallon responded with another pass of his pucker, this time sinking a single finger inside. He gasped at the intrusion, punching his hips forward as a low growl broke the silence.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck, yes.”

His voice was edged with a mix of pleasure and pain, a feeling she was all too familiar with. “Good. Now try to keep your muscles relaxed as I go a bit deeper.”

She felt him physically try to release the tension as she poured more oil on her hand and sank her finger completely inside him. She could feel the tight knot of his prostate gland up towards the back of his channel, and arched her finger back so she could rub it. The sharp jerk of his hips and low growl of his voice told her she’d found her mark.

“Okay, Gil. Now for the plug.”

Fallon picked up the toy, smoothing more oil along its length before lining it up with his nether hole. Her breath lodged tight in her chest as she watched his small pucker merge around the thin, bulbous head, stretching to accommodate to the width of the plug. Never had she witnessed such an erotic act as she slowly pushed the toy into Gil’s body, mindful to keep the penetration slow and easy. The breath she’d been holding hissed out through her teeth as the base of the curved toy locked against Gil’s sac, adding another layer of sensation.

“Oh God, Gil. Now I know why you love watching me take the plug so much. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”

“I love watching my cock fill your ass even more,” he countered through clenched teeth. “And if you don’t hurry up, I’ll be pounding your ass before you can scream my name.”

“And miss watching this?” she said, slowly pulling the plug out before pushing it back in, this time slightly faster, harder.

“Fuck.”

Gil’s hips punched forward, grinding his cock into the bed. He cried out when she pulled it out again, leaving just the first inch clamped inside his anal ring, his voice keening into a sharp hiss as she plunged it back, taking his ass in a firm steady stroke. Instead of pausing at the end, she kept the rhythm up, surging and retreating until he threw his head back and shouted her name.

She stopped, holding him on the edge.

Gil’s body erupted into beads of sweat, as his cock pulsed and flared, moments from exploding. Fallon lifted up, whispering for him to roll over. The muscles in his back bunched as he fought to lift his body over, finally just collapsing on the bed, his jaw clenched, his cock standing straight up. She moved quickly, sheathing herself on the hard length of flesh in a single motion.

“Now. Ride me hard and fast, baby or I swear…”

His threat was replaced by a growl of pleasure as she set up a torturing cycle, taking his cock deep then rising quickly. Over and over she plunged, feeling his crown flare across her womb, building her orgasm until her need matched his. She heard him beg, gripping her hips as he added his thrusts to hers. He seemed locked on the edge of release, unable to cross over. Fallon pulled one hand from his shoulder and reached behind her, grabbing the end of the plug. Using the last of her sanity, she matched her rhythm, fucking his ass as she claimed his cock. In. Out. Back. Forth. Filling his body then leaving it all but empty.

Gil’s breath caught once, stalling in his chest before he shouted her name and flexed up, purging a full stream of sperm into her channel, as his body jerked beneath her. A second spurt erupted inside her sex before the world exploded and she collapsed on top of him, her shaky breath matching his. Dots flared across the darkness, words floated around in her head as she fell back to earth, her body completely sated. It wasn’t until his arms tightened around her that she realised he was whispering to her.

“God, I love you.”

She smiled at the honesty in his voice, so overwhelmed with her love tears welled in her eyes again. She raised her head, meeting his gaze just long enough to place a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose before falling back down.

“Right back at’cha,” she breathed, feeling her courage bloom in her stomach. “So does that mean I’m excused from my punishment?”

Gil’s chuckle sent more juice coursing to her cunt, and it was all she could do not to start moving again. “Nice try, sweetheart. But not only are you going to be spanked, but I intend to use the cuffs.”

Butterflies fluttered through her core. She’d always wanted him to handcuff her. “Just when do you intend to do this, Gil? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I just drained you.”

Gil kissed her hair as he smoothed his hand down her back, patting her ass once before cinching his arm around her waist and rolling on top of her. Her gasp filled the room as he stared down at her, his eyes glowing. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby,” he said, thrusting his thickening cock deeper inside her. “Best take a deep breath, Fallon. ‘Cause the ride’s about to get bumpy.”

“Just as long as I get to ride,” she added, arching her hips, taking him even deeper.

“Forever, baby. You’re one fallen angel that’s going to stay right here on earth with me.”