A quizzical look crossed her face, and she pursed her lips before obviously thinking better than to ask what I was doing. She wriggled up the bed on her elbows, and looked at me. “Well, come on.”
I removed my tie, holding it towards her menacingly. “If you misbehave, I’ve got something to keep you in check.”
She covered her face with her hand, laughing, knowing I would never, ever hurt her.
I stood, unbuttoning my shirt, putting on a show as she had done for me. Rowan convulsed with laughter, wiping the tears from her eyes as I stripped for her.
Then, I went after her, face-down into her pussy where I tasted her, teased her with my tongue. Rowan wriggled, giggling before I felt her push towards me, a low moan escaping her lips. Going down on her was always a pleasure, but this was special. This was our first time making love as man and wife.
“Kyle,” she gasped, as I ran my hands up her body, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips. “Kyle,” she said again, raking my hair with her fingers, arching her back as I slid a finger into her.
“Just you wait,” I said, looking up at her. “I’m not in any hurry.”
She moaned as I slid a second finger in, gently moving them in and out, watching the expression on her face as she lost herself in the sensation. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, smiling as her eyes rolled back and her body bucked, building towards her climax.
“Come for me, Rowan. Just let it go, baby, whenever you’re ready.”
I strained to hear what she said, a mass of garbled words as my fingers did their work. All that time she’d felt unloved, unwanted, when she had so much to give. I would take all she had, and give her everything in return.
Relentless, I kept going, stroking her just the way she needed to be, knowing her body so well that I could feel when I had her.
“Rowan, look at me.”
She struggled to keep her eyes open, grunting at the effort. Focusing my gaze on her face, I felt her body stiffen, and smiled as she let it go, moaning as the orgasm took hold of her body. I knew just when to pull my fingers away, when to put them to my lips to get one last taste.
I reached over her. I’d put a condom box on the bedside cabinet, and both of us needed what was to come next.
Rowan grabbed my hand, pulling it away.
“What are you doing? I’d thought you’d have had enough teasing.”
“I want you inside me.”
I looked at her, confused. “That’s what I want too.”
“No, just you.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. “You want to have sex without protection?”
“This is our wedding night. Shut up and fuck me.”
The words were so unlike her, I burst out laughing. She pouted, and I kissed her, moving my hand to stroke her breasts.
“Rowan, I know we’re both clean, but aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant?”
“I want to know what it feels like for us to be together with nothing between us. Just one night. For me?”
I’d never had sex without a condom, but then again, I’d never been married to the woman I loved more than anything before. Her warm, soft flesh beckoned, and the idea she’d planted was all consuming as I sat looking at her. I was going to spend the rest of my life with this woman; everything I was belonged to her. My cock throbbed thinking of just how good she would feel, and I nodded, giving in to her wish.
Moving between her legs, I paused at her entrance. “Are you sure about this? I really fucking love this idea, but are you really sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pulling me down to kiss as I pushed forward. She felt amazing, wet and warm as I buried myself inside her.
“Jesus, Rowan,” I said, trailing kisses down her neck.
My wife.
She closed her eyes again, and I watched her face as I thrust into her. There was a look of blissful surrender there, and I grinned as I picked up the pace, leaning over to run my tongue over her nipples.
“Kyle,” she whispered. She stroked my hair, gasping as I sucked hard on her nipple. Grazing it with my teeth, I let go, looking up at her.
“Feel good, baby?”
She nodded, running her hands down my back. My body tightened as I grew closer to coming. Her hips bucked against me, pulling me in deeper. As if I needed any invitation. She was mine.
~
Rowan was so beautiful. She was sex on a stick, and she still had no idea. We had screwed incessantly since that first night together, and our wedding night was no different.
Now we were spooning, my body wrapped around hers. She pulled my hand over to her, holding our ring fingers together, our wedding rings glittering in solidarity. “You’re all mine now,” she said, laughing as I kissed her shoulder.
“Always was. Even when you only wanted to be friends.”
“Only because I thought that was what you wanted. I’m so glad you wanted more.”
I pulled my hand away, running it down her body and between her legs, where that swollen nub lay, waiting for me to stroke it. She loved it when I gently sucked on her clit, trying to hold in her climax as I tried harder to make her come.
Her hips bucked back towards me, her butt pressing against my erection, which felt like it was growing harder by the second. As unusual as her request had seemed, being inside her with nothing between us made me feel even closer to her.
“Are you holding out on me, Mrs Warner?” I whispered.
She groaned as if straining to keep it in. I gently sucked at her neck until I felt her let go, her folds becoming slick as she moaned her climax.
“I love that I get to spend the rest of my life doing this,” I said, and she giggled, parting her legs to let me slide into her. She felt so good, arching her back to push against me, and I sucked on her neck, hard, knowing what it did to her. I moved my hand up to her breast, rubbing my thumb across her nipple, hearing her moan at the contact.
“Today’s the start of the rest of our lives, Rowan. The two of us get to make our life together now. No interference.” She squeezed her legs together, and I let go inside her, groaning at how good it felt.
She took hold of my hand again, squeezing it. “It’s not just the two of us,” she whispered.
I rolled her onto her back, taking a second to register what she meant. Rowan guided my hand down, smiling shyly as she ran it over her belly. “Rowan,” I whispered. She lit up with that beautiful smile, the one that told me just how happy she was about it.
“Wow. I thought we would have time by ourselves before starting a family.” The words were out before I even thought about it, and I instantly regretted them as her lips turned down into a frown.
I took a deep breath. “I guess it just means we have to find a house sooner rather than later. Apartment living is no good for a baby.”
That smile crept back across her face and she pulled me down to kiss her.
“Rowan, I would love to have a baby with you.”
“Really?” she asked in that tiny little voice.
“Really. Now, we should get some sleep. We’ve got a long drive tomorrow.”
She nodded, rolling onto her side and nestling back against me. “I love you, Kyle,” she said.
“Love you too, wifey.”
I felt her shake with laughter, pulling my hand in to her stomach tight. My heart swelled with pride at the thought of my wife and child. Nothing could beat this feeling.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Kyle
We had our big annual tradeshow coming up, and with it, work was crazy. I spent all day in some big hall setting up stands and displays for doctors and hospitals to come and see what we were selling. It was a good way to drum up new business, and Dad and I threw ourselves into it. A few times I checked my phone in case Rowan had sent me a text. We usually touched base with each other whether I was in the office or not, but the cell reception here was crap.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted, and looked forward to going home to my wife. She would have lef
t work for home by now, and if I knew her I’d come home to dinner waiting for me. I’d really struck it lucky with Rowan.
I loved watching her evolve into this beautiful woman who knew she was sexy, even if she still blushed when showing me just how much. That was so hot.
She’d been so tired lately, the early weeks of pregnancy wearing her out. We hadn’t told anyone our news yet, and it felt so special keeping it to ourselves. I have to admit this wasn’t anything I had planned for; children had always been a distant thing I hadn’t thought about. But, at night she would lie with her head on my lap while we watched television, and I would rub her belly, knowing my child grew in there. It brought us even closer together.
The apartment was dark when I opened the door, and I looked around, puzzled. Her car had been in her park under the building, but there was no immediate sign of her. Unless she had come home and gone straight to bed. That was entirely possible with how tired she’d been. My phone had gone crazy when I got back into cell reception, but I hadn’t checked it, knowing I was close to home. Anything work related could wait, I just wanted to be home with my wife.
“Rowan?” I called out to an empty room.
Then I heard it; the moan from the bedroom that told me all I needed to know. Something had happened, and I cursed at myself for not looking at the phone.
I ran to the bedroom. It was dark, but I could see her lying on the bed, arms wrapped tight across her stomach. The sorrow of her sobbing was heartbreaking, and I knew it had to be the baby.
“Sweetheart,” I said, drawing closer to the bed.
She sat up, and I bent to turn on the bedside lamp. Her eyes told the whole story, swollen and red from crying and sadder than I could handle. I never wanted to see her like this.
I sat beside her, and she flung her arms around my neck, holding on tight. “What’s happened?” I asked, fearing I already knew the answer.
“I … I lost the baby,” she whispered, and let out a mournful howl as I closed my eyes, stroking her hair and rocking with her.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. She rested her head on my shoulder, her warm tears soaking the shoulder of my shirt. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
“Miriam and I tried calling you and your father all day.”
“We had no cell reception. By the time I got it back, all I wanted was to be home with you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here, Rowan. I wish to God that I had been.”
“She took me to the doctor. He couldn’t do anything. I just wanted you.”
“Baby, I can’t tell you how sorry I am for not being there. Are you in any pain?”
She sighed. “Not really. It was all over so quickly because it was so early. Miriam wanted to stay with me when she brought me home, but I made her go. I’m just glad you’re home now.”
“How about I cook us some dinner, and we curl up on the couch and watch a movie,” I said, “like we used to do.”
“Yes please,” she whispered, in this tiny little voice. She just sounded so heartbroken, and I had no idea what else to do.
“Do you want to come with me tomorrow? I’ll call Dad and clear it, but I’m sure he’ll be fine. It’ll be busy, but we can hang out together.”
“I don’t want to get in your way.”
I pulled her arms from around my neck, holding her back to look at her. “You could never be in the way. I want you close to me. I know how much this meant to you.”
“You wanted it too, right?”
“You know I did. We can try again as soon as you want.”
Her face lit up, and I knew it had been the right thing to say. “I’d like that a lot. I was getting used to the idea of becoming a mother.”
“I want to make you happy, Rowan. I’d give you anything, if I thought it would put a smile on your face.”
Her brows furrowed. “As long as it makes you happy, too.”
I kissed her nose. “Don’t worry about me. I’m happy all the time. I get to come home to you.”
She smiled the tiniest of smiles. This loss had hit her hard, and there was nothing I wanted more than to see her lit up with joy. It would take a while, but we would get there.
~
Dad had bought a van to fill up with the trade show samples, and I had the dubious pleasure of driving it. The monotony of the drive was relieved by Rowan’s presence.
Dad had been only too happy for her to come with me. Apart from it helping to take her mind off things, he thought my wife being there might make us look more of a family business. He berated me in jest that I hadn’t come up with the idea originally, being his head of marketing.
When we arrived, he gave Rowan a huge hug, telling her that he was happy to see her. She looked around at our surroundings. We were in a big shed, with tables everywhere for all the different vendors. Today would be boring for her, though she had brought her e-reader so she could sit in the corner and just be there. Being together was enough.
The morning passed slowly as the crowd built up. While it was a specialised event, there were plenty of medical surgeries around, and people had come from out of town looking for new deals and any free trials of products.
By lunchtime, my stomach grumbled, and I peered at her, smiling as I did so. She sat at the back of our stand, having placed two chairs seat-to-seat so she could put her feet up. She’d kicked off her shoes, making herself as comfortable as she could under the circumstances. Engrossed in her book, she didn’t hear me as I drew closer, and she jumped as I put my hands on her bare feet.
“Hey,” she said, smiling up at me.
“You hungry? I’ll buy you a hot dog and chips.”
“That sounds pretty amazing right now.” She pulled her legs up, slipping on her slides that were on the floor beside her.
“There’s some food vans outside. Real classy stuff.”
Rowan grinned. “Sounds like it. Are you asking me out, Mr Warner?”
“It would appear so. Come on.”
She stood, grabbing hold of my hand and swinging it as we walked out. Dad watched us leave, and I saw him shaking his head with a big grin on his face. Us being happy made him happy.
I bought us a hotdog each and some chips, smothered in sauce, and we found a spot beneath a tree to sit. There was a gentle breeze cooling the otherwise warm air, the sounds of birds keeping us company as we ate.
“I hope this isn’t too boring for you.”
“I’m enjoying my book.” Rowan laughed. “This was a great idea, though. I like being able to spend the day with you.”
“Well, I like that I can keep an eye on you.” I reached out, wiping some sauce from her nose that had rubbed off the hotdog. She laughed, kissing my hand before I withdrew it.
“I also like that you’re laughing.”
“Yesterday was really hard. It still makes me want to cry when I think about it. But I have to be strong and think about the good things. Like us trying for another baby. I’ll never forget, Kyle.”
I took her hand in mine, squeezing it. “Neither will I. You’ll be an amazing mother one day, Rowan.”
She grinned, leaning over to kiss me. Behind her, I saw a familiar figure.
Damn it.
“Kyle? Is that you?” Great. My overly possessive ex, who used to freak if I so much as talked to another woman. Just who I needed to see.
Shit.
“Uh, yeah.”
Rowan looked at me with an eyebrow raised at my tone. I must have sounded reluctant to talk to her, which was exactly how I felt.
“Hey, Amy,” I said. A look of understanding passed over Rowan’s face as she got why I was recoiling.
“It’s been ages.” She came close, gazing at Rowan with a look I knew only too well.
“Yeah, it has been. This is my wife, Rowan.”
Her mouth formed an o as she showed surprise. I remembered our parting argument when she told me I would never find anyone who loved me as much as she did. Well I had, and then some.
“Wife?” She laughed nervousl
y. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” said Rowan, moving around to position herself between us. Inside I was dying with laughter, my amazing wife showing her possessiveness to a woman who had taken her own to extremes.
“How long have you been married?”
“Just over a month.” Rowan took the lead again, and I stroked her back with my palm to show my support.
“Oh, how sweet. Still newlyweds.”
“Always,” I said, leaning forward to kiss Rowan on the cheek. She nestled back against me, nuzzling my cheek in return.
Amy’s face couldn’t have been more sour if she’d been sucking on a lemon. “How lovely. It’s good to see you, Kyle. Are you here with your father?”
I nodded.
“Great. I’ll make sure to swing by and say hi.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.” Nothing could be further from the truth.
She sashayed away, an extra swing in her step, and I shook my head at her weird behaviour.
“That’s your ex?” Rowan asked, her eyes following Amy as she disappeared into the distance.
“Yep. So glad I traded up.”
She smiled affectionately at me. “I love you, Kyle.”
“Love you too. We should go and relieve Dad, let him take a break. Only a few hours to go and we can pack up and go home.” I reached out, twirling a lock of her hair between my fingers. “I’m glad you came with me today, babe.”
“I’m glad too.”
“We did need someone to do the heavy lifting when we packed up, after all.”
She gaped at me in mock horror, before laughing. “Here was I thinking you just wanted the pleasure of my company.”
I laughed, before my face turned serious. “Of course I do. I would spend every minute with you if I could.”
~
At the end of the day Dad and I packed up the stand. We made Rowan sit while we did all the lifting. I wasn’t about to make my wife do any hard work after what she’d been through, despite my teasing.
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