Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

I trace the seam until he opens up and lets me inside. Our tongues glide together, and I grind against the bulge forming in his pants as I trail my fingers down his arms the way he likes. The erection is a reflex. I know it logically, but it doesn’t make me any less wet. I break the kiss and lean back to tug his shirt over his head. I toss it behind me as I trail my nails over his chest and around his taut nipples.

A moan rumbles through his chest. His eyelids lower to half-mast as he squeezes my hips.

“You’re so beautiful, B.” The love shining in his eyes steals my breath. Unable to put the way he makes me feel into words I plunge my tongue into his mouth and tug on his nipples. He groans, returning the kiss. He slants his mouth over mine and tightens his grip on my neck, holding me into place, as he takes control. I melt against him, continuing to stimulate his nipples and his flesh. Goosebumps line his skin. His upper body has become much more sensitive since he lost the feeling from the waist down.

Foreplay is different, but no less effective or arousing. I pull back and hold his gaze as I turn my head and kiss his hand. He groans as I lick the sensitive skin between his fingers. I know he washed his hands thoroughly just for me. He tastes clean and masculine. His skin is still warm from the water. I suck his middle digit into my mouth, and he reaches under my tank top to massage my breast through my bra. I’m soaking wet, and his puffs of air tell me he’s right there with me.

“I want you inside me, J.”

“Then take me,” he rasps.

I move back long enough to unbuckle his pants and free him from his boxers. I’m too impatient to pull them all the way down. I stroke his cock to full length as I suck on his fingers, bobbing my head.

“Shit, B. Yes. Like that, baby.”

He tugs my skirt up and moves my panties to the side. I grip his base and ease down, crying out around his fingers as he fills me. I tweak his nipples, and he cries out.

“Close?” I whisper.

“So close.”

I lift and lower, focusing on the sensitive spots that bring him higher and higher with me. He yanks my tank top and bra up and latches onto my breast. I clench around him, shaking as the pressure builds. I massage his scalp as I continue to nibble and suck his fingers. He stiffens, releases me with a pop, and his muscles contract. He cries out my name. The husky cry topples me. I bury my face in his neck as I feel his heated spray coats my insides.

“What was left of my birth control is gone,” I whisper.

He jerks. “So we might’ve just made a baby?”

I laugh. “Uh huh.”

“Fuck, I love you.”

I close my eyes and soak up the three words; he worked so hard to be able to say them.

“I Love you too, baby.”

***

“How are you feeling?”

I roll onto my side toward Jagger’s gentle voice.

“Like I’ve been hit by a train,” I croak.

My stomach muscles ache from getting sick, and if I get up too fast, I feel dizzy. I’ve been guzzling water and fruit juices while I try to kick the flu.

“It’s like the world is trying to punish me for having too much fun on our honeymoon,” I groan. Returning to the real world had been a slow and process. I loved reconnecting with my regular clients. The honeymoon was amazing, and coming back to the real world has been more difficult than I expected. I missed my patients, and reconnecting with them after three weeks of wedding fun was amazing. But I missed the one on one time I got with Jagger, and then the flu hit. It started off as a cold I couldn’t shake, and now it’s gone full bubonic plague.

“Babe, I don’t think you’re getting better. And maybe…that’s because it’s not the flu as we thought.”

“W-what do you think it is?”

His eyes sparkl

e. “I think we brought another souvenir home from our honeymoon.”

I push myself into a sitting position. “Do you think?”

“Only one way to find out.” He pulls a plastic bag from the pouch attached to his wheelchair.