She looks over her shoulder at me, and I wrap my hand around my cock. I pump my fist up and down it, and she licks her lips. She pushes her ass back even more, wanting it, wanting me.
“I missed a spot,” I tell her. I didn’t mark her ass well enough. “If you’re going to try and get me worked up, then I’m going to have to coat you with me. I won’t have to worry if I’ve marked every inch of you.” That’s a lie. I’ll always worry about someone trying to take her from me. Who wouldn’t try to take her? She’s fucking perfect in every way.
“Maybe you should mark me on the inside.” She pushes her ass out even more, and I have to bite back a smile. I keep stroking myself, and she narrows her eyes on my hand. A flash of jealousy flares as she watches me pleasure myself. She doesn’t like that my hand is getting to do the work.
I should keep going, teasing her. But the truth is, I want to give her everything. I kneel on the bed, dropping over her. I plant my fists on either side of her and then slide my cock right into her. We both moan together. I put my mouth on her neck, sucking and licking just like she likes. I don’t stop making love to her until every part of her has been marked by me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Paige
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Three months later…
THERE’S A SMALL knock on the door, and I open my eyes to see Vivien, Miles’s mother, coming into the living room. I’ve been so sick the past two days that I’ve stayed on the couch, and now I look around at the mess I’ve made and feel embarrassed.
“You look like shit,” she says, and I laugh. I make a move to get up, but she holds out her arms to stop me. “Don’t get up. I simply wanted to come by and check on you.”
“I’m going to get you sick,” I say, as I watch her walk over to me and sit down on the coffee table.
She reaches out and brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Miles told me you were home sick, so I thought I’d see if there was anything you needed. He said you made Ryan go to work.” She smiles, and it fills my heart up with warmth.
Last week Captain got sick with a stomach flu, and he was down for the count for a couple days. I, being the incredible wife I am, nursed him back to health. But then the bastard gave it to me. I was in bed for a couple days, wearing a path to the bathroom. But even after the worst was over, the sickness is lingering and keeping me down.
“He keeps hovering while I lie here and die. I want to do it in peace,” I joke, rolling onto my side.
The past few months of married life have been wonderful. Captain and I have not only bonded unlike anything I ever knew possible, but I’ve gained a whole family along with it. We have dinners during the week with Miles and Mallory, and Vivien always invites us over for Sunday brunch. She knows the key to my heart is in my belly. Vivien has opened up to me, and it’s been the kind of relationship I always dreamed of. She was nice to me before, but I had my defenses up. But since Captain tore down my walls, I’ve been unable to put any back. And Vivien slipped in. She gives me the tender mothering that I never had, even from my own mother. Sometimes I feel guilty about how much I enjoy it, but I know that deep down my mother would want me to have this. To have someone give me what she wasn’t able to.
Vivien stopping by today is another reason why having her in my life is truly a blessing. Because there’s nobody like a mom when you’re sick.
“Well, I thought I’d bring you by something to make you feel better.”
“I don’t know that I’ve ever uttered these words, but I don’t think I can eat.”
Vivien laughs and shakes her head, reaching in her bag and pulling out a package. She hands it to me and I take it.
I look at the box and feel a shot of anger. “I’m not pregnant,” I say, handing the box back to her. I’m annoyed at the woman on the front of the box, thinking how much I hate her.
My periods have always been irregular, but I never worried about it before. Captain and I got back from our honeymoon and went at it like horny bunnies. Thinking that any day now I’d be knocked up. After a month of trying, I went to the doctor, and they ran some tests. He said there was just a very slim chance, with my history and body size, that I’d be able to conceive. Or carry a baby full term, especially with Captain’s size and knowing how big a baby of his might be.