“Have you told them yet?”
“About the baby?”
“Of course about the baby.”
Gia pulled a face. “What do you mean ‘of course’? You’ve no idea how much stuff has been going on around here, Mom.”
“More important stuff than that new life you’re carrying.”
She wrinkled her nose at her mother’s cocked brow. “Don’t phrase it like that. It creeps me out.”
“The truth creeps you out… And I thought I raised you to be Italian.”
“That means I should whack the guys over the head with a hand towel and force feed them at every given moment of the day. It doesn’t mean I’m sappy.”
Sandra huffed. “I’d have thought they’d want to know.”
“Undoubtedly, they do. Hell, Luke has been dreaming about this for years.”
“Luke? You know it’s his, then?”
“Yes, Josh and I made sure of it.”
“I’m not sure I even want to know how.”
“Well, it’s not brain surgery, Mom. It’s pretty easy to figure out.”
Pulling a face, Sandra mumbled, “Have you been to the doctors yet?”
“No. I’ve not had time.” She bit her lip, guilt suddenly overwhelming her. “Dammit, I need to make an appointment with my OB/GYN.”
“Do it now. That way you won’t forget.”
Knowing she was right, Gia grabbed her cell and searched through her phone directory for the clinic they’d used for Lexi. Spotting it, she connected the call and told her mother, “I hope they can fit me in. There was a wait list last time.”
Sandra rolled her eyes. “A wait list. Dear God.”
“It’s the way it works now, Mom. Especially for good health care.”
“Just seems ridiculous to me.”
“That’s only because Harold’s English, and you know about the health service they have over there.”
“His knee replacement was free! Can you imagine? Socialized medicine seems like a blessing to me. God only knows why he came over here.”
“For the cheap gas? Or a Yankee-Doodle for a bride? I don’t think he’s had it too bad over here,” Gia teased, then held up a hand when the receptionist answered.
Luck was on her side, because there was an appointment in ten days’ time—a cancellation. Relief flooded her when the slot had her name on it.
“Feel better?”
She nodded. “I meant to sort that out as soon as I got home, but things went a little crazy. At least now it’s dealt with.”
Sandra smiled, satisfied her daughter had listened to her. “What are moms for if not living, breathing PDAs?”
Gia snorted, then changed the subject. They chatted for the next half hour about the florist where Sandra worked and her husband and his son. Harold had moved over to the States six years ago after his American wife had passed away. Their son, James, still had family here, whereas Harold was alone in the UK. He’d made the move so that James could get to know his relatives, and he’d opened up a flower shop, which was now successful and managed by both him and Sandra.
When Sandra laughingly told her a tale about a very rich and extremely annoying patron who’d demanded out-of-season orchids, Gia had to admit it was nice to see how happy her mom was. Most of her childhood after her father had died had been spent watching over her mother, sensing how lonely she was and how badly she missed Gia’s dad. Then, after Giuseppe, she’d lived in a state of fear, concern and, worst of all, righteous anger. That anger had burned away the fear, but there had been too many close calls, scenarios that still made the hair on the back of Gia’s neck stand on end at how near death had come a-calling to the pair of them.
But now, there was a buoyancy to Sandra. An air of calm peacefulness. It was soothing to see, and if nothing came of this short foray of communication between the pair of them, then she was glad she’d seen Sandra like this. If anything, it was wonderful to know her mother was happy.
After the orchid story, they said their farewells, each needing to go on about their daily lives. They connected every day, maybe for ten minutes, sometimes more, sometimes less, but it was something, and it was wonderful to have that contact.
As she made lunch for her and Lexi, only putting a few sandwiches together—nothing fancier because the guys weren’t home—she realized she could cry at how wonderful it was to be able to pass the time of day with her mom. Doing without her for so long had been inordinately hard. Only now she could contact Sandra did Gia realize how tough it had been. Luke and Josh didn’t realize how fortunate they were to still have both their parents.
It was probably the worst time for the front door to bang open and for her to hear the loud conversation going on between her husbands. Lexi’s voice screeched down the hall, alongside her clattering footsteps as she hollered her joy at the unexpected treat of having both her daddies here for lunch.
Before Libya, Luke had only rarely been at home at this time of the day, and Josh had never made it back. It was a treat but a badly timed one on her part. When she was weepy and feeling a little sappy, the last thing she needed was to have to work at being normal, but she pinned on a smile when the three of them barged into the kitchen.
Josh wore his BDUs, yet he looked a little worse for wear. His hair was mussed, and the neat-as-a-pin creases that took a goddamn age to iron into his uniforms had disappeared. Luke wore his workout gear, which made sense as today was the day he spent at the physio center. His sweats were spotted with damp patches, and his blond hair was the shade of wheat at his temple and the back of his neck from perspiration. Worse still, though he was grinning at something Lexi had said, his face was lined with the ever-present strain. She knew he was in pain. Knew it and ached for him. Not a day at physio passed without him returning blanched and pasty from the discomfort the recuperative therapy caused.
She’d seen him close to tears some days. Others, he’d been eying a bottle of codeine like a drunk needing his next shot of tequila. To see her strong, resilient lover be so weakened by his injuries hurt her more than she could describe. His suffering hadn’t felled him, but it was doing a good job of gnawing at her control.
“You guys up for sandwiches?”
Apparently, they hadn’t realized she was in the kitchen, because as one, their heads swerved, and they stared at her. When they did, any feelings of sappiness or weepiness disappeared in the scorch of those single glances.
Feeling flushed, she cleared her throat. “It’s ham and cheese,” she said weakly, surprised at the dual tornado of lust aimed her way.
“That will do us fine, won’t it, Josh?” Luke told her, his words throaty.
Her eyes widened at the tone, which was in direct contrast to his pained features. Feeling like she was in the eye of the storm, already, she had to wonder what the hell they’d been doing to start talking to her like that, and in front of Lexi? Was that why Josh was so freakin’ mussed? Had they seen some action on the way home?
Amused by the notion, and turned on, she grabbed the loaf of bread and took out more slices. Setting it up with chunks of cheese, she put them under the broiler with a few drops of Worcestershire sauce until they were molten, dosed them up with ham, and then squished them between another piece of bread.
By the time she’d made enough for the guys, she’d nearly finished the whole loaf and the packet of cheese. Feeding these two made her pity the army cooks who fed squadrons and battalions. Josh and Luke had empty holes where their stomachs were, and they weren’t on active duty.
Grateful she only had to attend to the dietary needs of two soldiers—even if one was retired now—she stacked the sandwiches up on a platter, then carried it over to the table where all three were seated and set it in the middle. She retreated to the cupboards for napkins and empty tumblers and, on her way back, grabbed OJ and milk from the fridge. The table was already loaded up with the cookies she’d baked last night, and she figured that would set them well until dinner.
When she finally took a seat, they served themselves, reaching for a sandwich half and putting one on the napkin for Lexi.
“What are you guys doing home so early?” she asked after taking a bite of the simple yet tasty lunch. The molten cheese escaped in a globular drop that burned her lip and made Lexi squeal, “It’s escaping, Mommy! It’s escaping!”
Chuckling, she scooped it up with a finger and winked at her daughter.
Luke grinned at Lexi’s squeal. “Josh picked me up from physio when I called him.”
“What did you call him for?”
“It was a half day, and I forgot.”
“You should have called me. We’d have come.”
He shrugged and took a huge bite of his sandwich, then poured himself a glass of juice. “It doesn’t matter. The big guy needs to be let out off leash sometimes.”
Josh sniggered. “Don’t get any ideas about dog collars, Gia.”
“As if I would,” she mocked. “Why was it a half day?”
Luke wrinkled his nose. “I could lie and say Tony was taking a half day, but he said he’d pushed me enough.”
Gia clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip. “Oh.”
He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. As he squeezed it, he told her, “Hey, love, it’s okay. I’m getting better. My knee has got a lot of flexibility back.”
“Maybe Mommy’s O-B-G-Y-N can help, Papa? What do you think, Mommy? I heard you telling that lady that it was the best clinic around. How come Papa doesn’t go there already? His knee’s really bad, so he needs the best, right?”
For a second, as silence fell like the fallout from an atomic blast, Gia felt her mouth drop open and stay that way. Aghast, she stared at her daughter, trying to form words. At any other time, she’d have laughed it off and yelled, “Surprise!” But after this week, where Josh had already accused her of keeping things secret, of holding back? Yeah, the timing couldn’t have been worse.
“Lexi!” she gritted out. “What have I told you about eavesdropping?”
As a flush founded in guilt spread over Lexi’s cheeks, she whispered defensively, “I didn’t mean to.”
“There’s no meaning to in this, Lexi. You do, or you don’t. Why did you listen when I’ve told you not to? What do I always say?”
She bit her lip and began to pick at the crust of her sandwich. “Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves.”
“Exactly. So why did you do it anyway?”
“I was curious.” She peeked up at Gia from under her lashes.
“We’ve also had this particular conversation before. You’re always curious, Lexi. What are you supposed to do?”
“Ask you or Daddy or Papa.”
“So why didn’t you?” When no response was forthcoming, Gia grumbled, “I want you to take your sandwich and go to the schoolroom. No books or reading until tonight. I want you to eat your lunch and think about what you’ve done, and when I come in, I want you to tell me what you should have done instead. Do you understand?”
With her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, Lexi looked anything but happy, but with ill grace that spoke of a defiance Gia would have to deal with later, she got up from the table and ducked out of the room.
Gia blew out a breath the instant she’d left and finally looked her husbands in the face. Their reactions weren’t exactly what she’d expected. Or hoped for. They didn’t look angry, but neither did they look happy.
“I meant to tell you when I got home, and then we had that argument. I wasn’t keeping this a secret. I swear. It’s not like I could hide it. I’d be showing soon anyway,” she mumbled, nervously pulling apart her sandwich.
Luke was the first to speak. His voice was rusty enough for him to have to clear his throat. “How long have you known?”
She nibbled her lip again. “Laurie told me I was expecting when we visited. Your mom has a spooky sixth sense where this stuff’s concerned, Josh. But I didn’t really believe her. She was right about Lexi before, though, so I got a test and took it while I was away. It was positive.”
“You’re booked in with the OB/GYN?”
“Yes, for my first prenatal checkup.” She peered down at the table, then back up at Luke. “Are you excited?”
He swallowed, and then, shakily, nodded. When she saw the surface of his eyes turn crystalline, she realized he was on the brink of tears. In her haste to leave the table, her chair scraped against the floor, and she scooted over to him, grabbing the seat beside his and pushing it closer so they could hug. She’d have loved to perch on his knee and kiss him, but his injuries weren’t up to that kind of activity. Not yet. Gia really was looking forward to the day when normal service could be resumed.
“You’re going to be a daddy, Luke,” she whispered in his ear when he hugged her tight, pressing her close to his chest.
Hearing his throat work, emotion hitting him right in the solar plexus, she wanted to cry right alongside him. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he told her, his voice shuddery. “Thank you.”
“Oh, darling, it’s an honor. I never meant to keep it from you. I just… It’s stupid, but I never thought what with things being so crazy of late,” she replied, squeezing him a little harder. “I love you, so much.”
“And I love you.” He pulled away a little and turned to look at Josh. He held out a hand that Josh clasped, and to him, Luke murmured, “Thank you, Josh.”
Josh’s smile was as shaky as his lovers’, but as was always the way, he tried to make light of it. “Does this mean that now I don’t have to wear condoms again?”
Gia snorted. “Always look on the bright side, babe.”
He winked but tightened his grasp on Luke’s fingers. “That is me looking on the bright side. Diaper and bottle-feeding duty are coming back into play. This house is going to be chaotic again.”
“You loved it last time. Don’t lie,” Luke chided.
Josh’s grin was sheepish. “Yeah, I did. It was fun.”
“Fun!” She snorted again. “That’s because you were at the base half the damn time, so I certainly wouldn’t call it that, but it was definitely worth every second. Holy hell, let’s hope your genes aren’t like Josh’s, Luke. I don’t think I could cope with another high-achieving ten-year-old grad student in the making. Let’s have a nice normal child.”
Luke’s eyes twinkled. “I have a high IQ, Gia. So do most of my brothers. Why do you think we all held decent ranks at relatively young ages? But, let’s hope they’re green-fingered. I’d be happy with that.”
Gia groaned. “If that’s the case and they’re just as smart, you can start helping with the homeschooling, buddy.”
The twinkle in his eyes turned into a full-blown smile. “I can’t wait.”
“Well, you can start tomorrow,” she prompted. “Take over Lexi’s geography and sciences segments. I hate those subjects.”
He stuck out his chest. “Give me the workbooks, and I’ll take a look at them tonight. I’ll be the best damn science teacher Texas has ever seen.”
She’d only been half teasing, but she wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “You’re on.”
“That’s it, you’re done for now, Luke.” Josh squeezed his lover’s fingers once more, then released his hold. “Schoolteacher, attaché to the Armed Forces, and tea rose cultivator. A man with many strings to your bow.”
Gia frowned at the fait accompli in Josh’s tone. “You’re doing it, Luke? You’re going to work with the army again?”
He wrinkled his nose. “I called Jarvis up this morning and confirmed it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” It didn’t seem fair to be pissed when she’d inadvertently withheld news of his impending fatherhood from him and had no intention of sharing the complex situation with her mother…but still, anger didn’t have to be rational. Gia was, most definitely, put out by this decision being made without her input.
“I’ve been thinking about it on and off for the last two days.” Luke sighed. “I-I don’t particularly want to do it, but at the same time, the benefits are too good, love. I can’t say no. And knowing you’re pregnant again? It just makes more sense.”
“I wanted you to do what you loved. Time for you.”
“I know, and I appreciate that, sweetheart. But I’m too young to fall out of the game entirely, and I’m only an attaché. I won’t be working full-time. I’ll be working on an advisory capacity, so I’ll be able to do some work in the garden as well.” He curved an arm about her shoulders. “We did you a disservice by getting married, and this rectifies that.”
She whacked him on the belly. “Don’t be ridiculous!” Glowering at him, she continued, “Don’t you ever say that to me again.”
“No, it’s true. You’re unprotected. In the eyes of the government. You’re not covered on our benefits; you’re not covered medically or anything like that. If you’d married one of us, it would be settled.”
“Yeah, well, private insurance is fine by me.”
“It’s not the same as having the backing of the Armed Forces, especially at our ranks. I’m sorry, Gia.”
She stared at him and shook her head as she did so. “It was one of the happiest days of my life seeing you two get married. And I mean that. I have no regrets. Not a single one. I’m protected, in my own way. I’m covered. It might not be with the big ol’ AF at my back, but it is kinda.”
“Well, yeah, which is why I need to stay on. You need protecting, and it’s our duty to see that happens. Which means I can’t drop off the grid.”
“You weren’t going to do that.”
“No, not entirely, but to a degree. This way, I keep my toes dipped in the water, and it keeps this household functioning.”
Gia shook her head again, but this time, at Josh. “Why do I hear your words coming out of Luke’s mouth?”
“Because he makes sense, Gia. Don’t be mad at him. We’re both just trying to watch out for you.”
“I don’t need watching out for, guys.” She blew out a breath. “Do you know how much I made last year? On my royalties, I mean?” She named the sum and watched both of them blanch—Josh shot forward so quickly he knocked over his juice cup. “Yeah. That’s your wages combined. I mean, I lose a lot to tax, but still. We’re comfortably well-off.”
Josh blinked as he hastily swabbed at the juice with kitchen towels. “You earn that much?”
She shrugged. “Last year was a good year. It’s not guaranteed income, and it does fluctuate, so it’s not like your steady incomes, but I can afford a decent insurance provider.”
“You—”
“What, Luke?”
He frowned at her. “You live like we’re on the poverty line.”
She sniffed, then folded her arms across her chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You darn our socks, Gia,” he retorted. “When was the last time you bought the premium detergent for the laundry?”
“Just because we have money doesn’t mean we should waste it. That’s how you keep it, by making smart choices.”
Josh mimicked her stance—he folded his arms across his chest. “I hate that you’re right, but I still want better detergent now I know.”
She scowled at him. “That’s a stupid waste.”
“Tough. I earn the right to soft BDUs, even if you earn more than me.”
She jutted her chin forward. “I’ll spend a little more. But I won’t go the whole hog. Screw that. I’m not lining the grocery stores’ pockets.”
“We can afford decent detergent, Gia. I’d have known that sooner if I hadn’t trusted you with the household budget.”
“Yeah, well, you did trust me, and I’ve made solid choices. I’ll keep on making them.”
Luke rubbed the back of his neck. “You didn’t even stay in a nice motel when you were away. We saw some of the room. It was a dump.”
She shrugged. “It was cheap and clean.”
“Why didn’t you go to the spa like I suggested?”
“Because it was a waste of money. You guys…I know your background. You’ve never lived on the poverty line. When I came to you, willing to hire out my womb because I was so desperate, for Christ’s sake…” She shook her head. “You’ll never understand how low that felt. How ashamed I was. I vowed never to be in that situation again, and I’ll damned well make sure I never do. But you don’t feel the pinch. I make sure you don’t.
“The cupboards are always full. If anything, they’re abundantly full. Whenever I buy something, I go for quality, and I’ll spend a lot to make that so. But things like detergent? Screw that. They’re only going to get dirty again; why waste money on making clothes soft?”
Josh’s eyes nearly crossed. “I have knives with duller edges than some of my uniforms.”
She scoffed. “You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m going grocery shopping with you next time.”
“Well, you’ll have to do the laundry as well, because I’m not adding expensive softeners to any load I put on.”
He glowered at her. “You’re so stubborn, it’s crazy.”
She blew him a kiss. “I haven’t changed, love. Always been mule headed. But hey, at least you don’t have to feel guilty about getting married, huh?”
Luke gently nudged her. “We love you, and wishing we could do better for you…well, that will never change.”
“You’re adorable,” she told him with a pleased smile, kissing his cheek in thanks. “I love you both too. And I’m glad this is happening. I should have told you sooner; I wasn’t hiding it. I just never seemed to have the chance to say anything.”
Luke squeezed her hand. “We know. Although you’re going to have to work on sharing things, Gia.”
Her brow puckered. “I share.”
Josh huffed. “Yeah. You share what you want us to know. That’s different. I thought I was supposed to be Mr. Reticent.”
“You are. You’re so much worse than I am.”
Luke gaped at her. “You’re earning a fortune, and we’re only finding that out now, Gia. I think you officially have taken the title from Josh. He’s had to sign dockets to keep his mouth shut. You, my dear, are just secretive by nature.”
She wasn’t, not really, but life, and the myriad things that had happened to her and hers, had forged her that way. Gia didn’t want to argue, so she shrugged it off. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his forehead and bussed him there. “I’m going to clear up. Are you going for a nap?”
“No. I have papers I need to read through. I’ll go and sit with Lexi, make sure she resists temptation and doesn’t read.” He snorted. “I never thought I’d punish my child by denying her books.”
“Let’s hope she doesn’t grow out of it,” Josh teased. “I’d like to hope that threat will hold the same power when she’s sixteen and going through that bratty phase.”
Gia grinned. “That would certainly come in handy, but I reckon the brat will appear before her sweet sixteen, sugar.” She got to her feet and asked, “Are you two full? Do you want anything else to eat?”
When they both disagreed, Luke stood on unsteady legs and hobbled out of the room to go and sit with Lexi. Josh stayed awhile in the breakfast nook and finished off his sandwiches. He’d brought his briefcase in with him and was reading through some of his papers.
Surprisingly enough, the silence they fell into was companionable. She’d half expected him to chide her again, to get a dig in about how she had issues sharing, but he didn’t. Gia would have liked to have a go at him for encouraging Luke to do something that wasn’t his passion, but Luke could only be led so far. He wouldn’t have said yes unless he wanted to. Josh could only change his opinion as much as Luke allowed, and he only held so much sway over him.
She had some papers of her own to read, so she reached for her tablet and took a seat at the nook with him, taking the chance to catch up with the worksheets Lexi had on her curriculum.
Homeschooling their daughter was a huge time sucker. In truth, it was time she could ill afford. For whatever reason, her books were in high demand, and her publisher wanted more from her.
While it was satisfying to realize her work was popular, nothing was more important than Lexi and her education and happiness. That was the truth of it. If it meant giving up writing, she’d have done it. There was no way she was putting her little girl back into an institution that judged her for the sins of her fathers, literally, and in all honesty, Gia enjoyed imparting her own wisdom.
She’d been teasing earlier, but Gia herself had skipped two grades. They were all high achievers in their own way. It should have come as no surprise that Lexi was the same. And the current bun in her oven would undoubtedly be as difficult.
“What are you smiling about?”
The warmth in Josh’s voice had her peering up to look at him. “Am I smiling? I didn’t realize.”
“That’s why it’s all the more beautiful. What were you thinking?”
Despite herself, she blushed at the compliment. “I was thinking about how difficult this one is going to be.” She patted her tummy. “I’m not complaining. I just wondered about what kind of crazy he or she is going to bring to this already nuts household. That’s all.”
“I’m glad you’re pregnant, Gia.”
“Me too.”
“Not only for Luke’s sake,” he amended. “I’m grateful because I wanted him to be a father—biologically speaking. Mostly because the world deserves a child with his genes. I know that sounds a bit crazy, but—”
“No, it doesn’t sound crazy. I understand. He’s a beautiful person.”
Josh smiled. “He really is. But I’m glad because…” He turned sheepish, his gaze fluttering from hers to his lap. “It will be nice to have another one of you running around.” Before she could comment on that, he continued, “I wonder how far along you are.”
“I’ve no idea. I’ll know soon, though.”
“You know you’re getting screwed tonight, don’t you?”
She grinned. “Condomless screwing, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” His eyes flashed with need. “Without a doubt. Be grateful I’m not bending you over the table right this second.”
Gia quirked a brow, then shoved her chair back and sank to her knees. She saw him rear back in realization of what she was about, but he didn’t complain as she crawled under the table to settle at his feet. His hands were shaking when he unfastened his belt buckle and shoved down the zipper that caged his shaft.
It popped out, bobbing already as it grew stiffer under her inspection. A single clear bead surged from the tip, and she dived for it, immediately tonguing that droplet and swallowing his taste, his essence. A moan escaped him, and his belly undulated, his hips rocking as she encompassed the tip in her mouth, cushioning his length between the soft pads of her lips.
He grabbed hold of her hair, and she whimpered as he scraped his nails over her skull, dragging nerve endings to life. She worked saliva into her mouth and coated his dick with it so she could easily slip him in and out of her lips. Each time she sucked down, his butt clenched, dragging closer to the seat, and as she moved up his shaft, he followed, shoving his cock deeper inside.
Whenever she did this, it was always far too hard to resist temptation, and she shoved a hand between her legs, pressing her fingers against the crotch of her jeans. She rocked her own hips so she could rub herself through her pants. It didn’t have the same punch, but it burned, slowly lighting up her body with a need only Luke and Josh could quench.
She moaned, the noise a low hum that was quelled by Josh’s shaft. A grunt escaped him, a low, primal noise that was hardwired into her system. She clenched her eyes shut, slipping her mouth down lower and taking all of him that she could. Gia forced herself to relax, to stop herself from choking on his shaft, and instead, she swallowed around him. Loving the deep, appreciative groan that escaped him as a result.
In a split second, his cock was pulled from her mouth, and she was dragged up from under the table. It happened so quickly her head spun, but she was grateful because she knew what was about to happen. Rather than let her make him come, he’d get them both off, and Christ, she needed it.
It felt like an age since he’d last been inside her pussy without a condom, and she was looking forward to it as much as he was.
He shoved at her jeans the instant he worked the buttons of her fly loose, pushing them down to the ground and freeing one of her legs so he could get between her thighs. The instant she was exposed, he grabbed her panties and shoved them down too, and then he hefted her up onto the table so that her butt was perched on the edge.
He pushed her legs wide apart and stared at her cunt for a second. She came up onto her elbows to watch him look at her and moaned when he traced a finger over the pulsating lips shielding her sex. A shuddery breath escaped her when he stepped closer, and she clasped him with her thighs, tightening them about his hips and finally bringing his cock into contact with her cunt. They both sighed when he slid his dick along the wet curves of her pussy, and a cry juddered free every time he nudged her clit.
When she dug her heels into his ass, he seemed to take that as a sign, because he grabbed his cock and used it to guide it into her gate.
A relieved moan came from both of them as bare skin met bare skin, and they reveled in the closest touch imaginable. He took an age thrusting into her as they enjoyed the reclaiming of each precious inch. When he was deep, buried in her cunt, he worked his hips hard and fast, fucking her pussy, triggering waves of sensation to life.
She cried out, her head flying back as he continued with the intense ride, and she dug her heels harder into his bare butt when he dropped his head down to suckle her nipples through her T-shirt.
As he nibbled, teasing the nubs to life, she felt herself being dragged up the delicious path to orgasm. But it was when he finally stopped tormenting her and pulled out almost all the way, she had to clench her eyes closed to stop them from crossing. Before, he’d have slammed into her, fucking her hard and deep, the way she liked. And though she wished he could have done, she appreciated the care that came in his next thrust. He took her, claiming her as his again, but he wasn’t rough. He fucked her. There was no mistake about it, but he was respectful of the child sleeping in her womb.
She came when he raked his teeth against her nipples, biting down in such a way that she was hard pressed to contain a scream. She grabbed ahold of her forearm with her mouth, biting down to suppress the sound, and as her climax, the break in tension, flooded her body, she felt that glorious splash of cum as, for the first time in months, he came inside her. Filling her with his seed, with every part of him, marking her once more as his.