I was going to take her over and over again until we couldn’t speak. Until we couldn’t breathe. Until she knew how I worshipped her body. How much I fucking loved her.
Gretchen
There were things we should talk about. But one taste of his lips and my body was on fire. It had to be the pregnancy hormones. But none of that seemed to matter as Brett lowered his mouth to my breast.
My back bowed off the couch, offering more to his mouth. Nothing had ever felt so intense or heated as his tongue flicked over my perked nub. Everything about my nipples was sensitive. The need to feel more was gripping me. I pressed his head against my chest.
“Harder,” I urged.
He growled, “I’m trying to be careful.”
But the sensations were ripping through me like lighting strikes. His tongue lashed and toyed until I felt the slow waves quickening in my core. I bucked as his fingers slid between my legs.
“Oh, Brett.” I clawed at his back. Everything was intensified. The ripples shook me.
I looked in his eyes as he settled between my legs with his powerful cock. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“But I love it when you’re hard,” I whimpered.
“Oh, baby,” he growled. “You fucking kill me.”
He sank inside me in one slow glorious thrust.
“Ohh,” I moaned. It felt so right. So full. So soothing having him buried inside me again.
Brett began to slide in and out of me and I felt the snapping in my core. I offered myself to him, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could push deeper inside. I needed it.
“More. I want more,” I begged.
He grinned. “Like this?” He sank his cock slow and hard into me, making me breathless.
“Fuck, yes.” My head reeled back.
He growled in my ear as he moved in and out of me. Taking his time to fill me completely before sliding out again.
“My baby is inside you, doc.”
“Yes,”
I whispered. Our eyes locked, as our bodies slid together raw and warm.
When we knew we couldn’t take any more, Brett wrapped his arms around me and held me while we quivered and pulsed, feeling the magic run back and forth between us.
Twenty-Two
Brett
I walked onto the porch, leaving Gretchen wrapped in a blanket by the fire. The crisp air hit my bare chest. I should feel satisfied. Gretchen was inside. The family dilemma had ceased. The next heir was on the way. Only, I knew I wasn’t being the man I should be. I was the man about to leave his pregnant wife behind.
“Hey, there you are.” Gretchen stood in the doorway.
“Hey.” I shoved my hands in my pockets.
“You look like you’re deep in thought.” She walked toward me, her hand grazing my shoulder.
“Something like that.” I wasn’t used to sharing my feelings. I wasn’t used to sharing anything. I had been alone for so long I had forgotten there was another way to exist. Gretchen brought warmth and light into my life.
When I was around her I forgot I was a trained killer. I forgot about the explosions. I forgot about grenades and rapid fire. For a minute I forgot the mission wasn’t complete.