I figured he just wasn’t completely awake yet and didn’t know what he was saying. “C’mon,” I purred, sliding my hand down his torso. When I reached the hem of his rarely worn pajama pants, his fingers wrapped around my wrist and stopped my progress. Surprised, I jerked my gaze up to his face. When I found his dark eyes, filled with concern, scanning me from head to toe, I realized what was going on inside his head. “I really am okay, Quinn. You heard what the doctor said—I’m free to return to my normal activities, and having sex with you is absolutely, positively one of my favorite normal activities.”
“Don’t you get it, baby? If anything ever happened to you”—he reached out his arm and rested his palm against my belly —“either of you, I don’t know how I’d go on. You were taken from me yesterday. That fucker had his arm wrapped around your throat. A knife pressed right here.”
I shivered as his finger trailed upwards and traced along the underside of my breast. “And that’s part of why I need you now.” I leaned forward and kissed him, slipping my tongue in his mouth and nipping at his lips. His arms flexed, and I pressed closer, a moan bubbling up in my throat.
“What’s the other part?” he whispered against my lips.
“It’s our last chance at single sex.”
He pulled away and cocked his head to the side. “Single sex?”
“Yeah, because the next time we have sex it will be as man and wife.”
His dark brows rose, practically to his hairline, and his eyes narrowed on me. “I’m not waiting months to get back inside you again.”
“No wait needed.” I flashed him a saucy grin. “Except maybe for the one when we go to the courthouse to get hitched this afternoon.”
“Courthouse? This afternoon?”
I nodded.
“You’re really going to marry me today?”
“Yes,” I whispered, tearing up at the joy I saw in his eyes. “With everything that happened yesterday, I suddenly find myself with a long weekend off of work and a burning need to become your wife as soon as humanly possible. And since we already have our marriage license, this afternoon sounds perfect to me.”
“But what about the wedding? You’ve already got everything planned, and I know how much you were looking forward to it.”
The way Quinn loved me was humbling sometimes, how he always kept my needs and wants in mind when making decisions. “We can be that weird couple who renews their vows all the time. Instead of waiting for one of our anniversaries down the line, we’ll do it for the first time and celebrate with our families then.” I took a shuddering sigh, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. “It’s the perfect solution. One that shouldn’t have taken a kidnapping to make me come up with it. I should have thought of it when we found out I was pregnant. Or when you didn’t re-up your contract and came home a year ago. Or—”
His lips claimed mine, effectively shutting me up. It was a ruthless, no-holds-barred, take-my-breath-away, devouring of my mouth. Lips, tongues, teeth—they were all in play as he clenched my hair in his fists and tilted my head back for better access. When he finally lifted his head, I was flat on my back on the mattress with the shirt I was wearing shoved high and Quinn hovering over me. We were both panting heavily, and his dark eyes were filled with stark need.
“Our life together is fucking beautiful.” His hips thrust forward, his hard cock nudging against my opening with only my drenched panties between us. “Perfect.”
“It is.”
“Don’t second-guess the decisions we’ve made together.” His tone brooked no argument. “Especially not today, when you’re about to make me the happiest man alive.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Evans.”
“Damn straight, very-soon-to-be Mrs. Evans.”
“Before we get ready for that ‘very soon,’ you’ve got something else on your to-do list. Me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I haven’t gotten my morning orgasms yet.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Unwrap your legs so I can get you off with my mouth and fingers.”
“And let your perfectly good hard on go to waste? I don’t think so.” I slid my hand down the muscles of his back, shifted my hips, and reached between our bodies to shove the gusset of my panties to the side. Without the barrier between us, his hard length bumped against my swollen clit and my wetness coated his skin.
“After coming so close to losing you last night, I don’t think I can be gentle,” he rasped out, even while he pumped his hips slowly, rubbing his cock against me.
“Who said anything about wanting it gentle?” I craned my neck up to nip at his earlobe, biting down harder than I normally would. “I passed the fuck out, got the rest the doctor ordered last night, and now the only thing I need to feel better is you. Deep inside of me. Making me feel alive like only you can do.”
“Jenna,” he exhaled, his forehead dropping down against mine. “How am I supposed to say no after that? You know I always want to give you whatever you need.”
“Then give me this.” I wrapped my hand around his cock and lifted up until he was at my entrance.
His dark eyes flared as his control finally snapped. He sunk inside of me with one powerful thrust, and his hands shoved my shirt up and over my head. His hips kept pumping, slow and hard, while he focused his attention on my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them around until I was writhing mindlessly beneath him. Another advantage of being pregnant seemed to be that my breasts were insanely sensitive and felt like a direct line to my core. When he lowered his head, and sucked one of my nipples his mouth, I exploded.
“That’s right, baby. Your pussy is clenching my cock so tight. Trying to suck me dry.” He slid deep and held still until I stopped shuddering. “But you can’t make me come yet. Not until you fly apart for me a second time. You did ask for your morning orgasms, after all.”
My pussy fluttered at the sensual promise in his tone. It was the signal Quinn needed to start moving again. He set a punishing pace, his strokes bottoming out each time. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on for the ride.
“Come for me, baby. You feel so damn good. I don’t know if I can last much longer.”
The husky rasp of his voice in my ear, combined with his cock bumping against my cervix on a particularly forceful thrust, had my body tightening. He reached between us to pinch my clit, and I flew apart, screaming his name. He followed me over the edge, groaning in my ear as his cock jerked inside me, filling me with his hot come.
“Wow,” I sighed, struggling to keep my eyes open after we’d both recovered a little. “Our last bout of single sex was so incredible; I think I need a nap.”
He settled us with his back against the pillows, my head resting on his chest. His hand glided up and down my spine in soothing strokes. “Then sleep, baby. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.”
“What do you have to do?”
“Guy things,” he answered mysteriously.
I yawned widely, my eyes drifting shut. “You trying to turn me into a nagging wife already?”
“No, baby, but I promise to show you that married sex can be just as amazing as single sex tonight.”
“Mmmmm,” I hummed. I loved the sound of that.
10
Quinn
“If we’re going to the courthouse, why do I have to be blindfolded?” Jenna huffed as she crossed her arms. I stifled a laugh and put my hand on her thigh.
“Just trust me, baby.”
It was a twenty-minute drive from our house to our final destination, and Jenna fidgeted for every one of them. She was so fucking adorable, and I couldn’t wait to finally be able to call her my wife.
I turned off of the highway onto a small road that led to a tiny white house. It was no bigger than a typical master bedroom, only enough room to fit, at most, five to eight people. But, it was freshly painted and well kept, with beautiful landscaping and a trellis off to the side.
After parking the car, I hopped out
and went around to Jenna’s side. I opened the door and lifted her out of her seat to set her on the ground. I couldn’t resist her sweet lips and bent my head to take her mouth in a deep kiss. It quickly heated up and my hand slid from her waist to her ass, molding her body against mine.