God, there was a baby in there, and it was a combination of him and his wife.
“Stef, it’s going to be okay.”
“I’m terrified. How can I be terrified of my own child?”
“Because you’ve seen the kids around here, babe. They’re pretty intense.” She was grinning at him.
He got to his knees and placed a kiss on her belly. They would get through it. And he wasn’t about to let Caleb shut him out of the delivery room. No matter what. He would be there for his wife.
And his kid.
But for now he would concentrate on her.
He took hold of her hand and moved them back to the bed. He adjusted the pillows so she would be comfortable. “Lay back.”
He kissed her as he helped her to the bed, settling her back so she was elevated, but he could get to that part of her he longed to taste.
“Spread your legs, love.”
“I thought you were punishing me, Stef.”
“That happens later. After the baby is born and you’re completely healthy again, I intend to take it out on your backside. That little sting I just gave you is nothing compared to what I intend for you in a few months. And you should enjoy all the orgasms I give you now because you’re going to have a long dry spell.”
It was a fairly empty threat. Oh, he would spank the hell out of her. He would whip that gorgeous ass, but he struggled with denying her pleasure.
Giving her pleasure was his job.
He pulled her ankles apart and settled himself between her legs. Silky skin surrounded him. The smell of her arousal made his cock tighten.
He rubbed his nose right in her labia, loving the way her thighs tightened around him.
She was his favorite dessert. He licked her in long, loving passes, gathering the honey of her core on his tongue. He sucked and licked, laving every inch of her pussy with affection. He pulled her labia apart and fucked her with his tongue, moving into her channel with a singular purpose. Over and over he surged into her, feeling her body starting to shiver and shake. Hot little moans came out of her body.
“Please, Stef. Please.”
She was pleasing Stef. Every gasp and plea loosened something deep inside him. Keeping her at arm’s length had hurt them both. He needed her close. He needed every moment he had with her.
He found her clit and sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to send her flying.
Jennifer shouted out as she came all over his tongue.
He flipped onto his back, the soft comforter against his skin. But he didn’t want the silk of the bed covering him. He wanted his wife. “Come on, baby. Ride me.”
He stroked his cock as she moved into position, straddling him carefully. Her belly was so round, her breasts ripe, her skin glowing. She was so fucking beautiful and she was his.
Forever.
They could have a baby and he would love her. They could go through life’s ups and downs and he would love her. The whole world could change and only one thing would remain steady—he would love her. He would love her until the day he died and long after.
“Forgive me.”
She shook her head, but he could see how emotional she was. “There’s nothing to forgive. You got scared. You came back to me.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “I was drugged and dragged back.”
“And I’ll do it again, Stef, because you’re mine. You belong to me. You said I belonged to you, well, it works both ways.”
He let his hands find her hips, his cock already pressed to her pussy. “I belong to you heart and soul, love. Always.”
She lowered herself onto him. She wasn’t as graceful as she normally was, her body made unwieldy by the child growing there, but he’d never seen anything so gorgeous as his pregnant wife taking his cock into her body. She was so careful, biting that gorgeous bottom lip as she took him in inch by glorious inch.
Heat enveloped him, wrapping him up in Jennifer’s unique essence. No matter how many times he had her, it would never be enough.
He held himself still, giving her time to get comfortable, to work her way down. He watched her face, the way her eyes closed in pleasure as she worked her hips.
He was dying. His cock was going to burst, but he wouldn’t take this from her.
“You feel so good, Stef.”
“You have no idea, love. You’re killing me.”
A hint of a smile curled her lips up. She always had that smile. Julian had talked about seeing the world anew through the eyes of his child, but Jennifer was the first one to make him look at his life in a different way. She’d been the one to force him to see how much beauty there could be in the world. That smile of hers had been the doorway. “We can’t have that, now can we?”
She sighed in pleasure as he joined them fully.
Stef gritted his teeth as she stopped and then dragged her pussy back up his cock. Tight, wet heat threatened to send him over the edge. Jennifer moved herself up and down, a slow, grinding penetration. Over and over she lifted and descended, dancing on his dick.
Stef gripped her hips, pushing up into her.
She wiggled, her head falling back as a breathy moan came out of the back of her throat and she tightened around him, her orgasm calling his own.
He lost it. He held her firmly and thrust up, his cock finding her sweet spot, and she screamed his name.
His balls pulled tight against his body and he shot off, the pleasure shooting through his body. He ground upward, giving his wife everything he had.
Sweet peace. Jennifer slid off his body, turning slightly away so her belly rested against one of the pillows. Stef turned, spooning her body, unwilling to break the connection. He might never break the connection again. He’d been so stupid. He needed to hold her when he was worried. He needed to wrap himself around her. He slid one arm under her shoulders and the other on to her belly, resting right over the fullest part.
Jennifer sighed. “Now we know how to get him to sleep. He’s been kicking like a soccer player all day. He’s finally still.”
A shock of worry shot through his system. “Did we hurt him? Is that why he’s not kicking?”
Jennifer slid a hand over his. “No, babe. Like I said, he’s sleeping. Our lovemaking rocked him to sleep.” She yawned. “It might have rocked me to sleep, too. Hmmm, we need to do that more. I feel so good.”
She snuggled back against him. She was soft and sweet in his arms and his cock was already stirring again.
“You don’t need to sleep, love.” He didn’t want to sleep. Once the baby was born, it would be a while before he had her to himself again. Jennifer wouldn’t allow her child to be raised by a series of nannies. She had already placed a crib in their bedroom so she could have baby Logan close at hand.
He wasn’t ready to share his wife yet. Sometimes it felt like he’d just found her.
She moved out of his arms. “I should have known I was waking a sleeping bear.”
Not a bear exactly. A sleeping Dom was more like it. “Come back here, love.”
She turned slightly as she sat up. “I will, babe, but my bladder is smaller than it used to be. I’m going to get cleaned up and then we’ll see if we can keep this baby asleep for a little while. I think I’ll find another burst of energy somewhere.”
She hauled herself up and walked toward the bathroom, leaving him with the sight of her fine backside. She shut the door and he laid back.
His whole body was humming, but his head was right back to worrying.
Jennifer seemed so sure of herself. She was a natural mother. She didn’t question anything, simply expected that they would be able to handle everything. She didn’t sit up anxious about all the things that could go wrong.
She didn’t worry that she wouldn’t be able to love her child as much as he needed to be loved.
Stef loved his father, but years of neglect had played hell on his confidence in this arena. He had no real memories to pull from, no place to start.
He took a long breath. He still had some time. He could talk things out with Jennifer, maybe sit down with Max and Rye after he’d beaten the holy shit out of them and figure out how they had dealt with it. If Max Harper could be an effective father, there had to be hope for him.
He had a week or two to figure it out.
The door to the bathroom slammed open and Jennifer was standing there, a shocked expression on her face. “Stef?”
His heart nearly stopped. He shot to his feet. “What’s wrong?”
“My water broke.”
His time was up.
Chapter Sixteen:
Rafe
Rafe let himself into the small cabin he’d called home for the last year. It was blissfully devoid of the businessmen and women who had been arguing when he’d left.
He glanced up at the clock. Five. Only a few hours until he was supposed to be at Trio. He’d skipped the men’s party, so he had to make an appearance at Trio. He didn’t know Leo or Shelley and he kind of still wanted to punch Wolf, but Laura had made him promise.
If she was still talking to him.
Cam was sitting at the kitchen table. He looked up when Rafe walked through the door. “Hey, man. I kicked everyone out. I told them you would get back to them. It should work for a couple of hours. The good news is Jen Talbot went into labor so they’ll be preoccupied with that for a few minutes.”
Another friend for Sierra. “How’s the baby?”
“Stella fed her while we were gone and she’s asleep again. Laura’s in there with her now. You know she just likes to stare.”