She turns in my arms and glides her hands up to my shoulders. "I really want to kiss you right now."
I take note of the perfect coat of red shimmer on her lips. "But you won't."
She points to her mouth. "I don't want to smear this and look like The Joker."
"I intend on having this mouth later but there's something else I want right now."
I remove her hands from my shoulders. "Turn around."
I lift the hem of her dress. "What do you think you're doing?"
I push my hand down the front of her knickers. "Giving my wife a taste of what's to come later tonight."
She's completely smooth except for the small narrow strip of short hair down the center. Fuck. It's a turn-on every time.
I place my foot between hers and tap the insides of her ankles. "Spread 'em, Bonny."
She steps apart and my fingers find her sensitive nub. Her arse squirms in a circular motion against my cock as I stroke her clit. I didn't intend on this being about me but she's making me rock hard.
I saw a hint of insecurity so my intention was to make her feel sexy. I thought I could rub her off now and we'd worry about me later. But I'm not so sure I can wait until tonight to have her. She's turning me on too much.
I pull her against me and thrust my cock against her arse. "You have no idea how fucking fit you are."
She grabs my hand and grinds against it. "Make me come." Her voice sounds breathless, likes she's been running a marathon.
I rub her clit faster and harder. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes. Keep doing it just like that."
She reaches over her shoulder and grasps the back of my neck firmly while riding out the waves of her orgasm. "Oh God. That is so good." She squeezes her eyes shut and leans into me. "I'm coming."
She's so slick. My cock would slide into her so easily right now.
"Bonny … " I don't even know what I want to say. Or ask. I only know I'm hard and I'll be miserable if I don't get off.
"I'm dying to bend you over and fuck you like crazy, but I'd never forgive myself if I caused something bad to happen."
"We'll be careful." She holds the hem of her dress at her waist and pushes her knickers down. "Undo your trousers."
I unbutton and await further instructions. I'd probably never admit it but I sort of like hearing her boss me around during sex.
She moves to the dresser and plants her palms on the top. She looks over her shoulder. "Come here, Mr. Breckenridge. We can't run behind for your ceremony. It wouldn't look very good for The Fellowship's new leader to stroll in late because he was busy fucking his wife."
I'm such a lucky bastard. "Yes, ma'am."
I position my erection at her entrance. I push it in a little and pull back, making the tip slick before advancing further. I stand upright and grasp her hips as I push into her slowly. "Good?"
"Mmm-hmm."
I pull back and plunge again. "You're all right?"
"Yes, but this is going to take a while if you ask if I'm okay every time you move."
I wish I had her confidence. "I can't help it. Being inside you still makes me nervous."
"How about you assume all is well unless I say otherwise?"
"That'll work."
I thrust into her and she says nothing. So I do it again. And again. I watch my cock sliding in and out of her. The sight alone is almost enough to make me explode.
I move my thumb to the cleft of her arse and drag my finger down. "I want to get inside this. But not now. After the babies come."
I read that anal sex is discouraged during pregnancy. That's fine. It isn't a spur-of-the-moment thing to try. It'll take some work so it's good for her.
"A deed so dirty, it shouldn't be done in the light of day?"
"Exactly."
I was already close to coming but talking about anal sex – – and Bleu not telling me no – – pushes me over the edge.
We're attending a formal occasion in thirty minutes. I don't want her walking around smelling like sex.
"I'm not coming inside you." I reach into the top drawer of the dresser and take out the first thing I see – – one of Bleu's cotton nightgowns. "Sorry. Hope you weren't planning to wear this to bed tonight."
"It'll wash."
She pulls her formal gown down and turns. "Maybe you can't fuck me hard but you can still fuck me good."
"Who are you kidding? I fucked you great."
"You certainly did. Are you beginning to see that we can have great sex without something bad happening?"
My confidence has improved. "You were right."
"Corporate has approved a new policy. Assume I'm fine unless otherwise stated. Got it?"
"Understood."
I'm buttoning up when she slaps me on my arse. I jerk because I wasn't expecting it. "You said that was a taste of what was to come later. I'm anticipating impressive things."
"Expect to be dazzled."
* * *
My swearing-in ceremony is being held at a banquet room inside a hotel owned by one of the brothers. Every Fellowship member not working on assignment tonight is in attendance, making for a large crowd.
Our people are unaware that tonight is doubling as a twofold ceremony. Bleu and I plan to formally announce the upcoming arrival of not one but two future Fellowship leaders.
I know she wishes Ellison could have come but her sister can't participate in ceremonial Fellowship functions until she is one of us.
We're sitting front and center at the leadership table with my parents, Abram, and his wife Torrie. I'm surprised they showed since Abram hasn't taken the loss of his leadership role well. I'm not sure what my uncle expected. We agreed on the terms of his interim role and he fulfilled them. There was no reason for him to think I'd never take my place at my father's side.
Bleu is earning her badge of misery. She's irritated she's being forced to endure Abram's company. Can't say I blame her. At least she has my mum at our table and Westlyn at the neighboring one.
"I'm sorry. He isn't in a leadership role anymore, but he's still family. The Breckenridges always sit together at formal functions."
She won't even look in his direction. It's probably best. "It is what it is. I'll survive. And maybe he will too, unless he decides to harass me."
"I told him I wouldn't tolerate him badgering you. He's had fair warning."
Bleu looks in the direction of her friends. "I may disappear for a while after the official stuff. I plan on talking to Lorna about that job at the gentlemen's club."
Lorna needs to be told by someone other than Leith or me that dancing topless is not the best decision. "I think that's an excellent idea."
"I'll probably recruit Westlyn to help me."
Dinner is served and Bleu is immediately inspecting the plates around her. She has a big appetite now that the first trimester nausea has passed.
Bleu studies my plate for a moment and uses her fork to point at it. "That looks good. What is it?"
"Venison." I'm going to enjoy telling her the next part. "With haggis."
"Liar." She pokes it with her fork. "It doesn't look like the haggis I've seen before."
"This one is wrapped in a puff pastry."
She studies the nontraditional form of haggis, showing a lot of interest in it. "Are you thinking of trying it?"
"It looks really good."
"You're welcome to some if you'd like."
"My appetite and tastes are evolving. I think I will."
My mum leans over. "Yer wife is carrying a pair of Scottish weans who are determined to have their haggis. Boys. Both of them. Mark my word."
"We'll see in about five months."
"I thought you were finding out their genders at Bleu's next appointment." I hear the disappointment in Mum's voice.
"We talked about it and decided we want it to be a surprise when they're born."
"We can't prepare if we don't know what they are."
Decision's been made. There's no persuading us. "They're babies. We'll get the necessities. The pink or blue stuff can wait."
"I may explode from the anticipation of not knowing."
"Please don't. Bleu is going to need your help with them."
I notice Bleu isn't contributing anything to the conversation. "Bonny. You've eaten half of my plate."
She wipes her mouth, no doubt hiding a grin behind her napkin. "Sorry. I was going to get a taste and next thing I knew, half was gone. It's really good."
I swap out my plate of venison for her chicken. "You're welcome to it. Unless you're planning to eat mine and yours."
She punches my bicep. Hard. "Shut up."
We finish dinner and Bleu leans back in her chair, her hands cupping her small bulge. "Woo. I thought this dress was a snug fit before."
"I love it on you. It's sexy."
I spot someone very special across the room. "Come with me. There's someone I'd like you to meet."
I take Bleu's hand and lead her through the crowd. "This is Brooke Drummond, Callum's widow."