“You’re okay? Some serious information was dropped in your lap yesterday and you’re okay?”
I don’t mean to sound skeptical, but this is my husband we’re talking about. Usually, he reacts quite passionately when railroaded with information.
“Ellie,” he huffs, putting down the spoon and turning to face me. “I have spent damn near my entire life obsessing. Wondering what, why, how. I don’t want to do it anymore. I’m finally going to take Jett’s advice and just put the past behind me. I have more important things to worry about now.” He puts his hand on my stomach. It’s such a sweet gesture, I almost tear up. Damn hormones.
“I have one memory of my mother, and it’s a happy one. She wanted me, and that’s what I’m going to remember.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Okay, I won’t lie. I’m flabbergasted. I didn’t expect this when I woke up. I thought I was going to be putting him back together one tiny piece at a time, but it seems Kayne had some revelations while I was sleeping.
“You’re the most important thing in my life. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you lately.” He kisses the inside of my wrist.
“You didn’t disappoint me. You scared me.”
“I know.” He pulls me closer and drops his forehead to mine then kisses me again before stirring the eggs around. “And I’m sorry for being a condescending cocksucker.”
“It’s okay. You can’t help who you are,” I tease him.
Kayne smirks. “Brat.”
“And proud of it.” I grab a little piece of green pepper and pop it into my mouth.
“Clearly.” He snakes his arm around my waist and secures me against him. “You’re the only one who can tame me, Ellie.”
“I’m not interested in taming you.” I run the tip of my nose up his neck. “I like you just the way you are.”
Kayne tightens his hold, his eyes flashing with excitement. I quiver.
“Are you hungry?” he purrs.
“Starved.” My mouth waters for more than just eggs.
“I bet.”
My stomach interrupts us, growling loudly, and we both laugh. “Someone is impatient.”
“You missed dinner last night. Can’t blame him.”
“He eats just like you.”
“If that’s the case, let’s go feed our boy.” Kayne sucks and licks my lips before he lets me go.
I grab some plates and silverware, while Kayne finishes cooking the eggs and pulls out a stack of pancakes warming in the oven. Once everything is set up on the patio outside, we sit down to eat. Well, Kayne sits. I kneel between his legs, but not as a submissive, instead just a woman who is madly in love with her man.
“My mother’s name was Sarah,” Kayne proceeds to tell me as I take pieces of pancake from his fingers. “Sarah Rivers. She had me when she was fourteen. There was no mention of my father on my birth certificate.” I chew slowly, listening attentively. “She was hooked on drugs and in no condition to raise a child, so the state took me away from her when I was thirteen months old. She eventually got clean and pulled her life together. She was twenty-one when she died.” I run my hands over his thighs as he speaks. “She wanted me.”
“Of course she did.” My composure nearly shatters. “She was your mother. Of course she wanted you.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him. A deep, emotive kiss that screams I want him, too.
“When we have another baby—”
“Another one? We haven’t even had this one.” I laugh.
“Well, when, if, we have another baby, and it’s a girl, I want to name her Sarah.”
“That’s fine. Done deal,” I agree immediately.
“Good.” It’s almost like he sighs with relief. Did he think I would say no to such a heartfelt request like that? He then attacks my mouth, smothering it with passion-fueled kisses.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I ask when we break for air.
“Starved. But I want dessert first.”
It doesn’t take long before our hands are roaming all over each other and breakfast is a distant memory. I guess I wasn’t the only one starving in more than one way.
“Touch me, Ellie.” My name vibrates low and deep in his throat as I pull on the waistband of his basketball shorts and jerk his rock-hard cock with both hands. He kisses me more aggressively, his fingers tangled securely in my hair. After a few pulsating seconds, Kayne lifts me to my feet and pushes me back so I am leaning against the edge of the table. Forcefully, he spreads my thighs then buries his head between my legs. I hold on to the table for dear life as he licks through my folds incessantly, my knees nearly giving way.
“Ohhhh . . .” I moan insufferably as the sweet ache of pleasure spreads through my whole body. “Yes,” I pant rapidly as my climax electrifies.
“Oh no,” Kayne removes his mouth from my ravished pussy. “Not this time.” He pulls down his shorts just low enough so his cock pops free. “This time, you’re coming all over me.” He hauls me up into his arms and impales me onto his straining length. My muscles immediately tighten, shocking my arousal.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter helplessly as Kayne hooks his arms under my thighs.
“Already, baby?” He impales me onto his thick rigid cock over and over, like he’s doing bicep curls with my body. Drawing me all the way up then dropping me all the way back down.
“I can’t help it,” I wince as he slices through me, my muscles painfully contracting and my clit tingling. “It’s the hormones, all you have to do is look at me and I pop. Oh, god!” I practically screech when I come, my control crumbling to pieces.
Kayne growls against my neck as he fucks out every last drop of my orgasm, demanding my demise like he always does. I barely have the strength to hold onto his neck as he walks us inside and lays me down on the dining room table.
“This is exactly how I want you.” He thrusts deeply into my depleted body, pushing up my dress. “Destroyed, shattered, ruined, demolished.”
I moan incapacitated, exactly all those things and more. He ravages me repeatedly, plundering my pussy with no apologies, taking exactly what belongs to him. My pleasure.
“I love you like this, Ellie.” He places both hands on my stomach and slows his pace. “I love that a piece of me is inside you.” He caresses my little bump.
“I love it, too,” I respond in a state of ecstasy.
“Come with me, kitten?” Kayne rubs my clit and I arch my back.
“Yes, please. Please make me come.” He knows just how to touch me; he knows all my secret spots.
“Hurry.” He rubs harder, circling his hips, punching his swelling cock into my dripping wet channel.
“Don’t stop.” I exhale sharply as another orgasm forms like a cyclone. “Kayne! Kayne!” All I can do is cry his name as he calls forth my arousal, my addiction. The sensations that bind me to him.
“Kitten.” He slams into me once, twice, three severe times, right before we fuse as one.
“Fuck, Ellie.” Kayne stills as I shudder around him, stretched and filled to the point of breaking.
Lost in our own little post-coital world, my husband worships me with his mouth like he loves to do, covering my entire body with lingering kisses. My favorite—the one he plants right in the center of my stomach.
“That’s how it’s done,” I hear him whisper.
“Kayne!” I scold him, teasingly.
“What?” Gotta teach him early.” He laughs.
I am only capable of responding with an eye roll.
Men.
“THIS KID NEEDS TO COME out, now!” I complain miserably, sprawled out on the bed. The baby is a week late and showing no signs of wanting to grace the world with his presence.
“He’s comfortable in there. He knows how good it is.” Kayne makes an off-color joke.
I smack him with a pillow. “Well, Mommy is ready to have her body back.” I’m hot, swollen, and convinced my bladder has disappeared with how much I pee.
“We can go for another walk?” Kayne suggests.
“No. If I walk around the block one more time, I may scream.”
“Have sex?”
“Definitely not.”
“Thai for dinner? Maybe some spicy food will light a fire under him.”
“No.”
“Just want to lay here and be miserable?”
“Yes,” I whine.
“Can I go work out while you’re parked on the bed?”
“Abandoning me when the going gets tough already?”
It’s Kayne’s turn to hit me with a pillow.
“I’d never abandon you.”
“I know. Sure, go ahead.” I sigh. “I’ll be here . . . fat, miserable, and immobile.”
“Miserable?”
“Miserable.”
“I promise I’ll bring you up some ice cream when I’m done.” He gets up off the bed.
“I won’t get too excited. Your workouts are like four hours long.”
“I’ll make this one fast.” He chuckles and leans down to kiss me.
“Oh!” I sit up suddenly and end up colliding with Kayne’s face.
“Ouch, Ellie you just head-butted me,” he rubs his nose.
“I’m sorry. I got a pain.” I stroke my huge stomach.