Broken Dreams(237)

“Well, folks, it’s been a pleasure hanging out with you all. I think Claire and I will be going to bed.” Nick stood and helped her up. He grabbed their bedding, and picked out a room. I heard the lock click. I didn’t even want to know what his agenda was after I heard Claire giggling in there.



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Claire and Nick laid the linens on the bed. Every time he walked around her, he would breathe lightly on her ear and kiss her neck. His cool breath tickled and made her giggle. After he adjusted the last blanket, he laid his hands around Claire’s hips.

“Finally alone…away from the drunk,” Nick mumbled as he pulled Claire close to him. “I’m sick of him being so damn drunk all the time.”

“Just remember he can’t help it. He’s sick.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I feel bad for Elaina having to put up with him.” He shook his head, feeling like he wanted to kick Henry’s ass once again.

“She loves him. You have to accept that.”

“Whatever. Enough about him.” He began kissing her, brushing his lips across hers. Her lips parted for him, and he took advantage of it. He pushed his tongue in, attacking hers. She moaned into his mouth. “Come on.” He guided her to the bed, making her sit at the edge. He kneeled in front of her. “It’s been so long. I need you. I’ve been aching for you. You feeling up to it?”

“Yeah, I think so. Just take it easy.”

“Oh, I’ll be easy, don’t you worry your pretty little self.” She smiled at the devious glint in his eyes.

“I don’t know about little. Have you seen this thing?” She pointed at her stomach. “I swear it gets bigger by the second.”

He smiled. “Yes, I have, and I quite like it.” He helped Claire lay down and crawled up next to her. Nick lay on his side, rubbing her stomach, and smiled.

“Can you feel the baby moving?” He stopped rubbing, and she directed his hand to where the baby was wiggling around.

“Yes! Holy shit! I felt a little wiggle.” Nick was swooning over Claire and the baby. He held his hand there for a few seconds, and then felt around her stomach searching for more fluttering. She smiled at his obvious joy.

“What do you think? Boy or girl?”

“Hmm…I’m thinking a girl,” Nick said.

“Me, too. I’d like to name her Willow.” Claire smiled.

“I like that, but let’s keep it between us. Just something for the three of us.” He returned her smile, leaned down, and pulled up her shirt enough to expose her stomach. He kissed her where the baby was dancing around. Claire rubbed her hands through Nick’s dark hair. He crawled up on her. His eyes were bright, but mischievous.

“You up for some sexy time, my beautiful ginger?” he said in a gritty voice.

“Maybe,” she teased.

He leaned down to her face and kissed her again, carefully balancing himself so he wouldn’t put his weight on Claire’s growing belly. He nuzzled at her ear, and his cool breath sent chills down her body. He groaned when he felt her shudder under him.

Instantly, her breasts perked up. He ran his hand down her sides, with his thumb brushing across her overflowing, swollen chest. She moaned under his tender touch. He helped her out of her shirt, and sucked in a deep breath when he saw her.

“Wow.” She took his breath away.

“What?”

“You are one sexy momma.” She blushed. He unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. He was drooling over his love. He pulled his shirt off, and she ran her hands down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle. He watched her hands work feverishly, trying to undo his belt. He chuckled a little. Finally, his pants slid down, exposing everything he had.

“Wow,” Claire said with a smile.

“What?”

“I like what I see.”

“Yeah?” She reached down and ran her hands over his arousal. He quaked from her slow stroking. His eyes rolled, and his breathing became ragged. “Oh, babe. Christ…” He grabbed her hand to make her stop. “Be careful. It’s been a while for us.”

“Sorry,” she said, full of guilt.

“I’m fine with it.” He ran his thumb over her lips. “You’ve been busy baking my little Willow.” She smiled.

The thought that they finally were together and had made a baby out of love filled her heart with joy no matter how frightened she was. He leaned down and began nipping at her smooth, pale skin. Then he yanked down her black yoga pants.

“Sweet Jesus…look at you. You look like a goddess.”

“Oh stop! I do not!” She flushed, and tried to cover herself with her arms.