by S Cinders
A kiss didn’t make a declaration of love. However, he also knew he had strong feelings for the woman. How long had it been since he’d been so wrapped up in someone, and the relationship hadn’t started with a hookup?
He wasn’t proud of the fact that he hadn’t truly had anything resembling a girlfriend in years. Life in the Bureau was often lonely. You lived, breathed, and sometimes died on the job.
Scott had been fine with it, until her. Now, with Alyssa in his arms, he was damn near close to throwing it all away. He needed to pull himself together. She was a wealthy heiress, and he was there to protect her. This wasn’t a fairy tale.
Deciding that he needed to put some distance between them. Scott started to pull back, but instead of allowing him to break away. Alyssa shocked the hell out of him by reaching up to cup his face.
Worry and doubt had to show in his gaze, so he blinked trying to clear it away. Whatever Alyssa had seen, she must have accepted it, because the next thing Scott knew, she was kissing him.
Soft, supple lips were brushing across his with the faintest trace of her tongue. Scott groaned, feeling his cock lengthen. Instinctively, his arms wrapped tighter around Alyssa’s trim body and lifted her slightly so that when their lips met again, he was ready.
Her fingers slipped into his hair and her lips parted as he began to show her what a kiss was meant to be. Slanting, he crushed her to him, kissing her with the love and desire that he knew was too soon to have developed.
Scott was throwing caution to the wind, and it was a conscious choice. He might be a complete idiot but kissing Alyssa in this moment felt more…right than any other thing he’d done. She was built just for him, fit perfectly against him.
And she gave as good as she got. Scott hadn’t expected to have to fight for control of the kiss. It inflamed him to know that she was so swept away by passion for him.
The slight sting as she bit his bottom lip had his hands sliding to her ass and squeezing hard. She gasped, just as he had, and the kiss continued.
He needed her closer. Cupping that perfect ass, Scott urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. He lifted her until he was able to set Alyssa on the bar and stand between her thighs. With Alyssa just a hair taller, she could now be the aggressor in their kiss. It was as if they were a wildfire with no rain in sight. The blaze was likely to go on all night long.
He grabbed the hem of her top and broke the kiss for only a moment to yank it over her head. Then he whipped his off as well. He loved the way that Alyssa’s eyes widened and then immediately darkened. She looked ravenous, and it appeared that he was on the menu.
Alyssa reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Two small, perfect breasts swung free from their restraint.
Scott moaned and cupped her tits in his large hands. Then, leaning down, he sucked one perfect berry into his mouth.
Alyssa arched into him. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive to his onslaught. He licked and flicked his tongue against one tender nub, causing it to tighten into a rock-hard point. Then Scott blew on the sensitive flesh, and it tightened even further.
When Alyssa couldn’t stand it any longer, Scott moved to the other breast.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped against her skin.
Alyssa would have loved to respond with something other than a moan, but her brain and mouth weren’t communicating very well. The dampness between her thighs increased as well as the aching need to be filled and fucked until dawn. She couldn’t let that happen, could she?
Alyssa had worried so much about what would happen if she truly let herself go. What if she gave in to this moment and just let Scott take her? It had been so long since she’d felt this way—perhaps it had never been so good.
His fingers hovered at the button of her jeans, his eyes dark and demanding.
It was now or never. What was she going to do?
He seemed to be shouting the question at her, but the truth was, despite their heavy breathing, all had been so quiet.
Alyssa pushed him backward. Immediately, Scott’s eyes grew worried, then disappointed. He started to turn from her, then she unzipped her pants. The sound made his head snap back to attention.
With slow, deliberate moves, Alyssa unzipped her jeans and slipped out of them and her panties. Then, naked, she strode over to the tufted leather sofa and laid on it.
Scott, tripping ass over heels, shuffled out of his pants as quickly as possible so that he could get to her. Despite the heightened hormones, It was funny to see a grown man racing after her with his cock bobbing everywhere.
His long, thick cock had her mouth watering. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him in her mouth or stretching her pussy.
Alyssa reached out and took his dick in her hand, giving it a stroke or two.
Scott moaned, loving the feel of her skin against his. “I need to be inside of you,” he growled.
“What’s stopping you?” Alyssa challenged, desire making her eyes look nearly black.
Scott stroked the tip of his cock against the soft folds of her pussy, loving the way her desire began coating the red, angry skin. It was carnal and seductive and all he could think of was the filthy things he wanted to do with her.
Alyssa moaned, “Stop teasing me!”
“Your wish is my command,” Scott growled and with that he pushed inside, stretching her obscenely around his dick. She grunted as her body fought to adapt to his girth. Back and forward, they rocked until he was fully seated inside of her. They were as close as two people could possibly be. The feelings of euphoria blocked out any of the worries that had plagued them.
“Fuck me, Scott, please,” she whispered desperately.
Any self-control he may have had snapped as her whispered plea went straight to his dick. All Scott knew was that this woman had become his everything in just a few short weeks. Now all he had to do was convince her of it.
23
The feel of Scott’s thick cock spearing her was sinfully decadent. He stretched her to the point of pain and yet all that did was heighten her arousal. Involuntarily, Alyssa tightened her channel, causing Scott to curse and give her a look so dark and dangerous that she felt her body spasm on its own.
“You are playing with fire, Alyssa,” he warned. “I’m trying not to lose control.”
Alyssa appreciated that Scott wanted to be careful with her. She respected the way he treated others, especially women. She’d witnessed how he’d been with his sister and herself over the past few weeks.
But Alyssa was tired of being treated with kid gloves. Growing up in the privileged life that she did, Alyssa felt as if she were wrapped in a protective bubble. It wasn’t until her uncle murdered that man in front of her that she’d even glimpsed the nastiness of the world.
It was as if she had been ripped away from that other world and there was no going back. In some ways it had been an extremely difficult arrangement, trying to learn the ropes. But now things were different. She had friends for the first time in her life. She had a man doing his damnedest to make love to her. And the best part was, Alyssa knew he wasn’t after her money or with her to get to her father.
What she was feeling for Scott, the true depth of emotion that she was feeling: that was real, honest, and raw.
She didn’t want him holding back. No more playing things safe. It was time to live.
Throwing caution to the wind, Alyssa tilted her hips up as he thrust down, and she tightened her core again. The change in position caused him to sink further into her.
Scott’s eyes blazed and he began to pump faster. She noted that the rhythm and finesse went out the window. Instead, his eyes locked with hers. Sweat began to bead up on her forehead, but Alyssa didn’t care.
She normally didn’t sweat during sex. She normally just waited for her partner to be finished. Never before had Alyssa been so invested in making sure that he had the time of his life.
Her fingers dug into his back, her nails lightly scratching his skin. Scott
roared his approval and bucked as she ran her hands down and cupped his ass. Before she knew it, Scott had picked her up and sat on the couch, where she now straddled his hips. They were still connected, but he was giving her the reins to do whatever she wanted.
Alyssa began to rise and fall on his dick. Feeling powerful and sensual, she ground herself against him. A familiar zing of desire raced through her when Alyssa realized that this position put her clit in perfect position to rub against his pubic bone.
Capturing his face in her hands, Alyssa kissed him recklessly. She poured all of the new emotions that threatened to overwhelm her into the kiss. At the same time, she ground her pussy against his hot body. Loving the feel of his massive cock stretching her, claiming her. The emotions were roiling inside of her, building to something far greater than anything she’d experienced with any other man.
Hell, it was more than she’d ever experienced on her own. This was living. This was what making love was supposed to be. It suddenly made sense to Alyssa why people did crazy things for love.
She never wanted this feeling to end, but the building of pressure between her legs was advancing to a burning point that she knew was seconds away from exploding. It was just out of her reach.
She rubbed and mewled into his kiss and at that very moment she felt his hands come up to capture her small breasts and tweak her nipples. Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her head to fall back and her nipples to bead impossibly tight. Her skin felt like electricity was running across it as her pussy contracted madly with each wave of desire.
“Fucking hell,” Scott muttered. “I’m sorry.”
And then she felt it; his release had been right behind hers. His seed filled her, coating her, marking her. She clenched again, almost as if to keep him in. It was madness, of course. She knew why he’d apologized.
He wasn’t wearing protection.
“Talk to me,” he said urgently. “Look at me.”
Alyssa hadn’t realized that she’d closed her eyes. Obediently she opened them and looked into his concerned ones.
“Tell me what is going through your mind,” he demanded.
Alyssa opened her mouth to respond, but she hadn’t the slightest idea of what she would say. How could she articulate the feelings of freedom she felt? He would think she was crazy.
True, a pregnancy at this point in her life wouldn’t be ideal. But would it be the end of the world? If she said that, would he go running and never ever stop?
“You’re scaring me, Alyssa,” he pleaded in a whisper. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Alyssa smiled at him, a small, shy smile that seemed to calm him.
“Are you upset with me?” he asked gruffly.
Alyssa shook her head. “No. Are you upset with me?”
Scott looked surprised. “Why in the hell would I be mad at you?”
“I seduced you,” Alyssa said with a shrug.
Scott laughed, truly laughed. It was nice to see him so thoroughly entertained, even if it was at her expense.
“You can’t seduce the willing,” he said at last. “And everyone knows how badly I’ve wanted to be with you.”
Alyssa’s brows knitted together. “They do?”
“Alyssa, don’t you know how incredible you are? Not only are you beautiful, but you are incredibly intelligent, you have been resilient under tremendous pressure, and you still manage to find reasons to smile. You are nothing like I thought you would be.”
“And what would that be?” she said softly. “Spoilt, selfish, untouchable?”
Scott frowned. “Yeah, I suppose so, but you aren’t anything like that.”
Alyssa scooted away from Scott and began to dress.
“What did I say?” He tried to get her to look at him, but Alyssa wouldn’t be deterred.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I just think we need to get back upstairs.”
Scott dressed quickly as well, silently cursing himself for killing the mood.
He hadn’t meant to set her off. He’d thought he was giving her a compliment.
It just went to show how long it had been since he’d dated a woman.
On impulse, Scott reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. When she didn’t immediately pull away, he pulled her into his embrace and held her. The tension in her body slowly melted away until she was holding him in return.
“I’m an idiot,” he said softly.
She shook her head. “No, I’m the idiot. I didn’t mean to freak out on you. I’m just… this is all new to me. For lack of a better way to put it, I’m scared.”
“Damn it; I’m sorry about the condom. I should have had one with me.”
“It’s not that,” she rushed to assure him. “Or at least, it’s not just that. I just wonder if these feelings I’m having are because of our forced proximity.”
He stilled. “Do you think if we’d met in the street you wouldn’t want to go out with me?”
Alyssa looked miserable. “I think it would be far more likely that you wouldn’t want to go out with me. I have led a very selfish life. When all of this is over, are you going to want the real me?”
Scott cupped her face in his large hands. “Who is the real you?”
Her worried eyes met his gaze. “I don’t know.”
“Then maybe you should let me decide who I want to be with, because I don’t know about the new you or the old you. All I know is that the woman standing in front of me is all I can think about, and she’s incredible.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It wasn’t about sweeping her off her feet, although in essence she did melt beneath his kiss. It was more about healing, acceptance, and a knowledge that whatever transformation she was going through, he was onboard.
It should have been a lovely moment. Hell, it was, until the slamming of the hidden panel left them in darkness.
24
Third Trimester – As your baby continues to grow and develop, they will begin to open their eyes and gain more weight. Congratulations to you, Mom! You and your body are preparing for delivery. Soon you will see your baby face-to-face.
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A wave of nausea awakened Kim in the middle of the night on her 274th day of pregnancy. At first, she thought nothing of it. Being roughly the size of a whale, Kim was used to all of the crazy shenanigans that pregnancy had surprised her with. For example: swollen ankles, crazy dreams, acne, leaky breasts, and more.
But a reprisal of her morning sickness? It just seemed unnecessarily mean.
Getting up from bed, Kim waddled into the bathroom to pee. Before pregnancy, Kim got up once in the night—if that—to use the bathroom. In recent days she’d been getting up four or five times a night—another blessing of pregnancy.
All the baby had to do was press on her bladder and Kim knew she had approximately twenty-eight seconds to get to a bathroom before el accidente took over.
She was tired of having to change her clothes because she’d piddled on them. She was tired of the multiple showers to try and combat the aches and pains. But most of all, she just wanted to hold her baby in her arms.
Sitting to pee, Kim hunched over, gasping as a sharp pain ripped through her lower back and abdomen. Unable to hide her gasp as the air was sucked out of her, Kim cried out sharply.
“Kim?” Nate’s groggy voice came from the bed in their bedroom. “Are you all right?”
Kim, taking deep breaths, nodded, and then realized what an idiot she was for nodding to herself in the dark.
“Yeah, just a crazy cramp. It’s fading now.”
“Okay,” he mumbled. The sound of rustled sheets alerted her that he had likely turned over to go back to sleep. It was for the best, anyway. Nate had mentioned he hadn’t been able to reach Alyssa or Scott all day.
Kim knew it was pressing on his mind. What was even stranger was that he’d contacted Scott’s boss and been told Scott and Alyssa had gone out of town.
It didn’t make sense for the FBI to
just let someone they were protecting go on vacation. And it really didn’t make sense that Alyssa hadn’t said anything to any of them.
Nate had been cranky and worried, which didn’t help Kim’s stress level.
Wherever the two of them were hiding out, Kim was going to give them a lesson in checking in with your friends the next time she saw them.
Leaning over to grab the toilet paper, Kim felt an echo of that same pain in her abdomen.
The pain began to blossom and grow, turning into one of the worst muscle cramps that Kim had ever experienced. Crying out, Kim dropped the toilet paper and clutched her stomach.
“What is it?” Nate asked as he barreled into the bathroom.
Kim’s stomach began to revolt and before she knew it, bile was racing up her throat. What was she supposed to do?
Standing up, she had barely turned around before vomiting into the toilet.
The pain was starting to fade again, but a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on Kim’s forehead and a trickle of piddle was making its way down the inside of her thigh.
Before she knew it, Kim was sobbing. Sinking down on the edge of the bathtub, she hardly even noticed that her panties were barely hanging on to her left foot.
“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Nate tried to soothe, but Kim knew better. It wasn’t okay. She needed to go to the hospital, and she had pee on her leg. Clearly things were horrible.
She tried to explain through her sobs, but Nate wasn’t grasping the severity of the situation.
“Nobody peed on you, Kim. It must have been a dream.”
“No! It’s on me. I peed on me.”
“You what? Never mind.” Instead of arguing, Nate chose to flip the shower on behind her. Then he pulled her clothes off and gathered her long hair into a high ponytail.
Grabbing her sponge and favorite shower gel, he quickly soaped her off. It was just in time, because the pain hit again, and this time neither one could mistake it for anything other than labor.