I’d received a message from Alex. He’d found what he believed to be Sarge and Eric’s bodies. Well, he’d found what we wanted him to believe were their bodies. We’d removed their teeth prior to setting the cabin on fire. While I recovered, Hampton found two corpses of similar build and replaced the cadavers’ teeth with theirs.
It was amazing what we knew how to do from training at the Black Division. Heat destroyed organic material. There would be no trace as to who was left at the site after we were done.
Hampton staged it to where it appeared a small grenade went off, setting a chain reaction near a boat dock which was next to a tank of gasoline. They’d assume Eric and Sarge were in a standoff. Sarge would be a hero and Eric a traitor. The thought was foul, but it kept all of us out of the spotlight. We’d rigged the substitute corpses to only have a piece or two of the tooth survive so Black Division could extract mitochondrial DNA.
Once the identification was one hundred percent confirmed, it would be behind us. Alex hadn’t mentioned me coming back. I didn’t trust anyone, but I think it had been Sarge’s hidden agenda all along—not the Black Division. At least that was what seemed to be the case.
Time would tell, but they wouldn’t catch me unprepared this time.
Maren and I had some serious decisions to make. Hampton did too. One thing at a time. This thing with Alex needed to wrap up first.
The door creaked open. I took a deep breath as I readied myself to keep my dick in my pants. My body craved to be closer to Maren. I’ll have her and the baby in my life if I do this right … forever.
Taking a sip of coffee, I turned and spewed it out, choking. “Fuck!” Maren dropped her towel, revealing her body.
Hurt flashed across her eyes as she scrambled to pick up the towel. Her emotions were all over the place lately. Quickly, I sat the cup of coffee down and went to Maren. “Angel, you look breathtakingly gorgeous. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Why don’t you want me?”
Keep control of the situation, Bane. The desire was evident in her eyes. She needed pleasure. “I want you more than you know. I’ve whacked off more times than I can count to thinking about you in the shower.”
“Then take me.”
“Not yet, but I’ll pleasure you, angel. I know you have needs.” I ran my hands down her neck and she leaned back. If I took her to the bedroom, I wouldn’t have the willpower to survive. Gently, I coaxed Maren to the edge of the couch. She braced herself with her arms.
With my left hand wrapping around the back of her neck, she leaned back. I trailed my free right hand down her sternum. Her legs moved together. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Her nipples beaded as I brushed over them with my fingertips.
Hell, I was going to need five cold showers after this. I leaned down and sucked one beaded point into my mouth as my hand glided down her stomach. There was a small bump. Her body was changing. I knew it intimately and fucking loved it.
My hand dipped inside her wet folds and Maren arched, putting more weight on my forearm. “Don’t make me wait, Bane. I’ve needed this for a while.”
I felt guilty for ignoring her needs, but knew the end result would be worth the torture for us. My thumb pushed against her clit, eliciting an erotic moan as I felt her wetness. Maren was past ready as warmth radiated from her. I massaged her walls as they tightened around me while giving her nipples little bites. She was more sensitive than normal and responded to my touch.
Touching her just right, she arched and cried out as her orgasm took over. She was beautiful with the soft glow that emanated from her. Sagging, she languidly opened her eyes. “Best orgasm ever.”
I chuckled, knowing I could do better than that, but didn’t want to stoke the fire for my own sake. Giving her a quick kiss, I whispered against her lips. “I’m sorry I’ve neglected you.”
Maren kissed me. I wanted to take her over the couch and drill her into it. She was getting closer to accepting I was in this for the right reasons, but she wasn’t there … yet. I pulled back. “We need to leave in about twenty minutes to make it to the doctor.”
“Give me one more. I’ll hurry.”
There was no denying my angel as I touched her. My heart knew I felt more than I’d ever felt before.
In the hospital gown, Maren looked around the room. I hadn’t been in a girlie doctor’s office before. The place was filled with fake model vaginas and ovaries. I mean, what the fuck? No wonder there were guys in this field. Hands in pussies and surrounded by all this shit. It was a bachelor’s walking wet dream.
I’d made sure we saw a female doctor. There was no way in hell some asshole was touching Maren. No fucking way. There was no doubt I’d snap his neck.
Excitedly, Maren asked, “Are you ready to hear the heartbeat?” I’d never heard one before.
I swallowed hard. “I am.”
Maren grabbed my hand. “It’s going to be okay.”
All the time, I imagined different scenarios that would take her and the baby from me.
The door opened and a middle-aged female doctor walked in. “Hello, I’m Doctor Kelly Chase. How are you doing, Mrs. Childers?”
Maren glanced to me worried. I gave her an easy smile, remembering I’d forgotten to tell her I’d registered her under her alias, Kendra Childers.