“You play music for me every night and sing at least one song to me.” Her warm breath caressed his chest, and suddenly his thoughts weren’t on playing nurse to his pregnant wife. The need and awareness of her came upon him so swiftly that initially he was robbed of the ability to speak.
She tightened her arms around him as though she were afraid he’d disappear.
“Were you aware of what was happening around you?”
“I became aware about a week or more ago. I still haven’t got a good handle on time. But I know you bathe me every night, tell me about your day, turn Anderson Cooper on for me, and play some music for me. I love it best when you sing to me.”
Colt gave a short bark of laughter. “You’re mighty easy to please, young lady,” he drawled in a deliberately deep Southern accent. “Everyone knows that I can’t sing.”
“Yeah, you can,” Imani whispered sleepily. “You have a beautiful voice.” Her words started to falter and slur with drowsiness.
Colt tightened his arms around her, pressed the remote to turn the music on, and sung to her softly.
She was asleep before the song was finished playing.
For the first time in months, Colt slept next to Imani and had the most erotic dream he’d allowed himself since. Her lush lips trailed a sensual heat down his body. She first started with his face, his neck, and his chest. He groaned out loud when she closed her lips around his nipple, and then she kissed his chiseled stomach. His erection went from sensually pleasant to painful in seconds.
Colt knew that part of his overexcitement came from the fact that he hadn’t let himself think about sex while she’d been in a coma. Sure, he’d noticed her breasts and nipples growing bigger as her pregnancy advanced. He’d loved the evidence of his seed growing inside of her, and he couldn’t help but notice how lush her curvy body was. Whenever his thoughts had turned carnal during her sponge baths, he’d deliberately remembered her bloodied and hurt, and his libido would immediately decrease. Nothing killed his lust faster than that. However, now that she’d come out of the coma and her doctor had assured him that she was going to be fine, he allowed his lust free rein. He was beyond excited when, in his dream, her lips started traveling south.
She teased his length with her tongue before sucking the broad tip into her mouth.
Colt came fully awake then. Opening his eyes, he looked down his body to identify the source of the amazing sensation coming from his cock.
She was still wearing the silk ivory teddy he’d dressed her in for bed, but what made him almost spill right there and then was the sight of her barely covered ass cocked in the air as she straddled his chest to suck his hard dick. He palmed her ass and squeezed.
She pushed her taut ass deep into his palm.
He pulled her by her thighs toward him until her slit was over his mouth.
However, before he could do more than breathe her in, she curled her tongue around his cock and sucked him deeper. He immediately closed his eyes again in bliss as she swallowed him to the back of her throat and bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically until his eyes rolled back in his head and he flooded her mouth with his seed.
It was a long time before he had enough blood in his brain to speak.
Imani had moved to lie beside him, give him gentle kisses about his face, and murmur soft words of how much she loved him. She settled her lips over his, light little kisses that soon drove him crazy with the need to taste her.
Turning his head, he slanted his mouth over hers. He groaned in appreciation as he tasted her for the first time in such a long time. Her familiar flavor was like an aphrodisiac, and he was hard again, as though he hadn’t just climaxed down her throat. He rubbed his tongue against hers and felt her tremble in his arms. He stilled.
Lifting his head and reluctantly releasing her lips, he stared down into her passion-cloudy eyes. “Good morning, baby.”
She smiled up at him softly. “Good morning.”
“Hi.” He grinned.
“Hi.” She giggled.
He hugged her close until her body was aligned with his. He threw a leg over hers.
She giggled again. “Are you going to let me breathe?” Her face was buried against his neck.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and immediately gave her a little space but still refused to release her. “Are you okay?”
“Let me see… I have my Viking in my arms and his baby in my body.” Her eyes sparkled with joy. “I’m more than okay.”
Colt felt as though his heart would burst on seeing her so happy. “I love you,” he told her solemnly. There had been a time when he thought he’d never get a chance to tell her that. And he couldn’t help but say a silent prayer to God that he’d been given this chance. “I don’t think I ever told you before how much I love you, and that was the one thing I regretted most when you couldn’t hear me.”
Imani reached up and kissed him again.
It was a long time before he let her speak again. In fact, he didn’t let her go until he had her naked and sated under him. “I love you.”
“I would never have guessed,” she sighed dreamily. “Your slow, tender loving nearly drove me insane. But it also told me time and again just how much you love me.”
“I should feed you now before ravishing you again.”
“How about a shower first?”
“I’ll get the nurses to help you. I don’t trust myself to leave you alone right now.”
“I can take care of myself.” Imani was emphatic. “I don’t want those women around me again.”
“Did they hurt you?” Colt asked in a hard voice.
“I’ll live.” She dismissed his anger and obvious need for retribution. “If you try to get back at everyone who insulted or tried to hurt me, you’d be killing a whole lot of people.”
“I don’t give a damn how many I have to kill. They fuck with my wife and my kid, they deserve to die. So, tell me, am I going to have to kill those nurses?”
“Speaking of deserving to die. What happened to the vice president? Did he survive?”
“No, the bastard died. He was killed on board the jet. Not only did he sustained a few gunshot wounds but somehow his neck was broken. We couldn’t determine if the Arabs snapped his neck or if he fell during the maniac turbulence. If ya ask me, mudderfucker got off easy.”
“Do the American people know how their vice president died?”
Colt gave a short bark of laughter. There was no humor in it however, only disgust. “His jackass chief of staff survived, and I persuaded him to advise everyone that the vice president had a heart attack, that we were never on that flight, and that Spartan’s story about a formula from your father was a fabrication.”
“And how did you convince the chief of staff to be so agreeable?”
“I knew the names of several of his relatives. I thought that was fair since they knew the names of mine and my employees. Mac got the FBI and Secret Service to cover the rest. No one thought the country was quite ready to deal with a treasonous vice president. The use of that word also scared the crap out of the chief of staff, so he couldn’t agree to our plan fast enough.”
Imani laughed but then instantly sobered. “What about your ward?”
Colt rolled off the bed and walked naked across the room.
“God, with a view like that, how’s a woman supposed to want to leave this bedroom?”
Colt turned and grinned. “Are you objectifying me, young lady?”
“Lord yes, every chance I get,” she teased.
Colt shook his head. “You asked about Sarah?”
“Yes. What’re you going to do about her?”
“She tried to harm you and our child. What do you think I’ll do to her? She was hanging on by a thread the day after our wedding when I told her don’t come to the house unless invited by you. I was ashamed of her before. Thought I had failed as her guardian. But now Sarah is dead to me. If she comes near you again,
she’s dead.”
“You’d kill your ward?”
“What did I just say? Whoever fucks with my wife and my kid gets fucked! She’s fucking lucky I didn’t put a bullet in her yesterday.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. But I’m even more glad that we’re finally married.”
Colt smirked. “The outrageously large diamond ring, the priest, and the exchange of vows didn’t give you a clue? Not to mention the amount of times I’ve stamped my ownership on your ass?”
“Yes, but nothing screams commitment better than forsaking all others.”
Colt stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his long legs braced apart and his arms to his sides as he gazed back at Imani lying naked on their bed. He marveled at the exquisite beauty of her golden-brown skin gleaming in contrast to the white silk sheet. “Come here, baby.”
She smiled serenely as she climbed from the bed on not-so-steady limbs. “I don’t suppose I could expect that, in addition to helping me with my shower, you would consider making love to me again?”
“Baby, you’ve been my secret obsession for so long that you should know I can never get enough of you.”
Epilogue
“Breathe, baby, breathe,” Colt coaxed soothingly.
“Don’t tell me to fucking breathe! Do you have any…OOWW!” Imani screamed as another contraction hit her.
“You’re doing very well, Imani,” Dr. Adams praised.
“Doin’ good, baby.” Colt wiped her brow with the damp cool cloth he’d taken from the nurse. Imani had been in labor now for over eight hours. He knew she was exhausted.
“Aaaaargh!”
“That’s the strongest one yet.” Colt looked at the doctor to gain confirmation.
“They’re coming at faster intervals now.” The doctor nodded. She positioned herself at the foot of the bed and placed Imani’s feet in the stirrups.
Colt watched as the nurses hurried to finish their preparations for his son or daughter. He and Imani had elected to wait to find out the sex of the baby. And at this point, he cared only about having a healthy baby and a healthy Imani. She’d spent the first few months of her pregnancy in a hospital bed, and he still hated seeing her in one again. While he was terrified out of his mind after watching her in pain for so many hours, he also could barely contain his excitement over meeting his baby for the first time.
“Aaaargh!” Imani’s screams ricocheted off the walls in the room. She held his hand in a tight grip.
Colt wanted to cry himself. She was crushing his hand so tight that it felt as though he had a few fingers dislocated.
“Oh God! Aaaargh!”
“Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good.”
“Go die, you bastard!” Imani’s voice sounded like a three-hundred-pound man yelling from deep under water.
“It’s time to push, Imani,” the doctor instructed.
“I can’t,” she wailed.
Colt edged closer to her, trying to give her his strength. “Yes, you can, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Push, Imani!” the doctor ordered.
“No! I can’t!”
“Come on, honey, our son wants to meet us.”
“I’m having a girl, asshole!” she screamed, pushed, screamed, and pushed some more.
Colt yelled encouragement the entire time.
The nurses and doctor also got in on the cheering committee when it seemed her strength was waning. Colt was never so happy as when he heard the baby’s indignant cries.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced with a huge smile for the mother and father.
Once the baby’s face was cleaned, nostrils and mouth cleared, he was first given to his father.
Colt felt lightheaded as an overwhelming wave of love and happiness crushed through him. His son, red-faced and bald, stared back at him with alert blue eyes. He bent and placed their son in Imani’s arms. She was now calm, happy, and radiant. “You did good, mama,” he teased. And then he sobered as yet again his emotions overwhelmed him and he had to clear his throat before he spoke again. “Thank you.” He kissed her lips.
Hours later, after both mother and baby were cleaned, and the baby weighed and measured, Colt thanked her again. “This has been the second happiest day of my life.” He smiled when she looked as though she disagreed. “The first happiest day of my life was the day you became my wife.”
“Hmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled in a bored voice.
“What?” He scowled down at her.
Imani giggled. “I love you too, baby.” She smiled up at him.
Colt stared down at the woman who’d given him so much. He loved the life she’d gifted him. Now that he’d gotten used to the new shield she’d created for him, his vigilante efforts were much less dangerous. He was able to rid the city of some of the most dangerous criminals. Imani wordlessly maintained his shield and weapon without acknowledging his extracurricular activities. Despite Sarah’s meltdown, which she was paying for in spades, Imani was accepted and loved by the rest of his family, especially Justin. And they were even now in the waiting room, anxious to meet the latest member of the Ragnarson family. Even Tony was and his baby son were present. Tony had taken custody of the baby and had asked Sarah to leave his house. Now Sarah was squarely on her own, not even his parents willing to help her. With no home or job, Sarah was forced to beg one of her friends to take her in.
Colt hugged mom and baby, “You’re my life, Imani. I love you. Thank you for Colton James Ragnarson IV”
“Such a huge name for such a little guy.” Imani smiled. She was radiant with joy.
Acknowledgements
Thank you so much for taking time to read Colt and Imani’s story. I trust you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to Devin for all your work on editing and proofreader in such a timely manner. Devin, thank you also for your insight and critique. Thanks to Chrissy at Damonza for always giving me such kick ass cover designs and putting up with my manic demands on design changes, very much appreciated. Thanks to Bob for your great work in formatting and interior design, your cheerfulness and willingness to always assist. And thanks to my daughters for listening to plot musings and doubts, thanks ladies!
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