Juniper glared when K’hor bit his lip to stop from smiling.
“It’s not funny,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
“It’s a little funny.” K’hor grinned, flashing her with a dimple.
She both loved and cursed that dimple daily.
K’hor knew the affect it had on her too. It had become his get-out-of-jail-free card, and she was too damn weak to revoke it. He wisely didn’t use it too often, but every now and then he’d pull it out, and it turned her into a horny idiot.
“I’m sorry my babies are giving you hell right now.” Even as he apologized for their behavior, they kicked and wiggled underneath his palm on her belly.
Juniper winced at the game of soccer they seemed to be playing with her insides and cupped K’hor’s cheek. “I hate complain—”
Stopping her with a finger on her lips, he gave her a sweet smile.
“I know you do, Tiny,” he said before replacing his fingers with a quick peck of his lips. “There may be some things that I can’t help you with while you’re pregnant, but you’ve reminded me of a few that I’m more than able to handle.”
Juniper wasn’t able to hide her confusion. Especially when he nudged her off his lap.
“Wha—”
The moment she was standing in front of him, K’hor was pulling her back down. This time straddling his lap with her legs spread wide on either side of him.
Juniper shivered at the warmth of the leather as it rubbed against her.
Due to her lack of undergarments while wearing a dress, his move planted her pussy directly over the placket of his pants.
“Oh my,” she breathed.
“Warming you up will be my pleasure.” K’hor thrust his hips up in a slow grind as he held her down. “You know how much I crave you.”
Juniper wiggled, instantly dampening the front of his pants with her need. Oh, she knew exactly how much he loved her body. It had only intensified as she’d began to grow with her pregnancy. She’d always been a bigger girl, but her growing rack and even bigger stomach gave him more to show adoration to.
The man didn’t let a moment of the day go without rubbing, kissing, licking, and in general loving her figure.
How the hell had she gotten so lucky?
“How does that sound, Tiny?”
Hugging him close, Juniper squeezed tight for a few seconds.
Just holding him close enough that she could feel his heartbeat and hear the whoosh of it underneath her ear.
“Hey,” tipping her head back, K’hor stared down at her, the heat in his eyes giving way to concern. “Are you okay?”
Juniper nodded, blinking back the tears threatening once again. “Stupid hormones. Give me a second and I’ll be humping your leg again,” she joked somewhat seriously, leaning back on his lap.
K’hor reached up and behind himself to grab his shirt, successfully pulling off yet another maneuver designed to go straight to a female’s head.
Leaning back, he relaxed against the carved rocking chair he’d surprised her with.
“So, you like it?”
“I love it,” Juniper answered honestly. “And our babies are going to love it too.”
K’hor smiled and shook his head. “I have another rocker for our times with them. It will be ready and in the nursery, long before they get here. This one will stay here in our room. It’s a present made for you.”
Juniper closed her eyes and sucked in a large breath through her nose.
Sweet. Baby. Jesus. He’d made this for her. Not the babies. Her.
It was taking everything in her to stop from breaking into a sobbing mess of happy hormonal tears while simultaneously humping him to death. Letting out the breath she’d been holding, Juniper opened her eyes to find him watching her with a curious look on his face.
“That’s so sweet,” she said, proud of how unemotional her voice sounded. Pecking him with a kiss, Juniper took a minute to savor their connection. Since becoming preggers, there had been a constant barrage of attention on the babies. She didn’t want to sound like an asshole, but it was nice to get something for her and not the baby. She understood the feeling of celebration but after a while, it had been as if she were on the verge of disappearing.
K’hor, and his thoughtful gift, had shown her he could still see her. And he’d done it with one of the most gorgeous pieces of furniture she’d even seen.
Juniper studied the rocker that was somehow bigger than her larger than life husband. It was more than simply furniture, it was a work of art. The carvings he’d managed to decorate the rocker with were amazing.
Bold yet beautiful, the design was stunning.
She recognized many of the symbols the Djaromir used in their written language. She’d been trying to learn their language for months now, but if her middle school Spanish grade was any indicator, languages were not her thing.
Juniper reached over his shoulder and traced a line of symbols she recognized. The chair dwarfed K’hor by one foot in each direction, leaving plenty of space for the artistic carvings he must have worked so hard on. The entire thing was so massive she wasn’t sure how the hell he’d managed to get it into their bedroom without her hearing it.
Leaning back in his lap, she was able to see the bigger picture of what he’d carved.
Because she’d been too busy crying like a crazy lady earlier to see it clearly.
Both their names were prominently placed within the decoration flowing up the sides with K’hor’s Warlord designation carved along the large arched back. Hammers and chisels were sprinkled within mixtures of symbols gracing the rest of the piece.
Overall, the sight was a powerful one, even if you weren’t able to understand what it was saying. This was more than just a simple chair. It was a throne. Their throne.
The thought made her shiver.
Especially when she realized that seated in front of her, wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants and his boots, K’hor looked like some sort of conquering Viking.
“K’hor.” Juniper ran a finger down the center of his chest. When the muscles rippled with each inch she traced, her mouth went as dry as the desert. “Do you remember when I told you about the dream I had where you were a Viking and—” she stopped as a crazy thought popped into her head.
Wait a minute.
“Did you?” Juniper shook her head to clear the silly idea before it fully formed.
“Carve this to match the throne in that dirty dream you had?” K’hor finished. “The one where you’re my captive and I get to keep you for my pleasure? That dream?”
K’hor rocked the throne they were sitting on.
Juniper moaned as the chair swayed back and forth.
“Maybe,” he teased as she rode him, drawing the word out dramatically. “Maybe not. What do you think?”
“I think you’re a genius,” she groaned, dropping her head back as he wrapped one hand loosely around her throat.
“Anything for my mate,” K’hor promised.
Even as her eyes were rolling to the back of her head after a deliciously wicked hair tug, Juniper sent up her thanks to the universe.
She was one lucky bitch.
About the Author
I am an original Kansas girl who misses the Sunflower State every day. I spend my time reading and writing while making sure my two kids (and alarmingly accident-prone husband!) don’t kill themselves or each other. My addictions include: tattoos, cursing, good food, and good company, though not necessarily in that order. I believe that tough moments in life can be combated with good humor so I find a reason to laugh or smile daily.
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