Dad and Mom’s house is getting crowded as two more people push in.
“You okay?” I’m asked again, this time by Amy.
Again I explain I am, but am worried about the effects of the drug Archangel gave me.
Amy purses her lips. “If the baby’s moving and nothing seems abnormal, it shouldn’t be a problem. This late in your pregnancy the baby’s well protected. But I’d go to the hospital tomorrow just to make certain.”
Eli’s tensing beside me. “Can you all just give Liv some space? What she needs most is some rest.”
At last they realise what’s best for me. “Well, we’ll say goodnight.” Which is a misnomer as it’s already daylight outside. I turn to walk out of the house to go home.
“Er, Liv.” Eli stops me. “Our house…”
Shit. I’d completely forgotten.
“Has a bed.” Wizard comes up alongside us. “Sent the prospects down into Tucson. They’ve already brought it back and got it set up.” He passes Eli some keys. I recognise the ring that they’re on. They’re the keys to our house.
I feel tears at the back of my eyes, as emotion floods through me. I’ll stay by my man’s side through anything and go anywhere life takes us, but here is where I really want to be.
Wizard bends his head and speaks into Eli’s ear. Eli nods and grins evilly. Then, at last, he puts his arm around me.
Leaving my mom and dad’s house, we walk past the next two, then up to our own front door. Eli bounces the keys in his hands for a moment.
His reluctance to open the door worries me. “Do you think this is a backward step?” The significance of Wizard handing them to him hadn’t been lost on me. It’s not just the house to stay in tonight, I suspect he’s given us the chance to move back to the compound.
Now just staring at the keys he’s holding, Eli starts to speak, “I fucked up, Liv. I dragged you down with me when I reached the lows of my life. If I hadn’t had run from my problems, Archangel would never have gotten near you—”
“He might,” I snap, interrupting him. “I’m not chained to the compound, Eli. I go out. Amy works at the hospital, other girls have jobs. He could have taken anyone, but he took me, your wife. And if anyone was going to turn the tables on him, that was going to be you.”
“But it was you who was taken, and I made it easy for him.”
“You won. That’s the main thing. Archangel’s not a problem anymore.” I turn him around so he has to look at me. “Did you lose any men?”
He shrugs. “No.”
“So, whatever you did, worked. I’m safe, the baby’s safe, and we can come back here, if that’s what you want.”
Now his hands clasp my arms. “There’s nothing I want more, Liv, but there’s a lot to sort out. The club won’t want me back. I can’t just pick up where I left off. I’ll still need a job.”
“All that will sort itself out in good time. But we’ve got our family back, and you’re with me. And soon,” I grin, “our daughter will make three.”
He shakes his head and raises an eyebrow. “Not having a girl, Liv. You know this.”
When I start to chuckle, knowing his feelings only too well, I stop when he again says my name.
“Liv.” The seriousness of his tone worries me.
“What?” I reply, uneasily.
“I want you.” Then he turns away, brushing back his long hair with one hand. “Christ, I’m a selfish asshole. You’ve been drugged, kidnapped, scared. You’re—”
Three little words I’ve longed to hear over the past few months. It’s been so long since I had my husband inside me. Nothing sounds better to me.
I’m smiling again as I look up and interrupt, “Pregnant women have needs, Eli. Especially those who haven’t had their husband in so long. And especially those who’ve been kidnapped and want their man.”
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
“You will be, if you don’t open that door and take me to bed.”
With a hand that’s not one hundred percent steady, Eli at last fits the key to the familiar lock and turns it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Eli…
Home.
I paused on the threshold assailed by emotion, mainly about the rightness of this, about to step inside the house that I had designed with my wife. If I read Wizard right, the handing over of the keys together with the words he’d said were symbolic. I might not know what the rest of my life will look like, but at least I know it will be centred here, in the home where I, and my family, can once again live.
Being back like this, as the last vestiges of adrenaline fade, I wonder why the fuck I ever left. Why didn’t I cry out for help? Why was my answer to everything doing it all by myself? So many people would have been there to pick me up when I fell, yet low as I’d become, I never once expected them to hold out a hand. So disgusted with myself, I expected to see that also reflected on all the faces around me.
Instead, as I now know, I wouldn’t have seen expressions of ridicule and disappointment, I’d have gotten understanding instead. If I had reached out, my brothers would have helped take the load off until I was ready to pick it up again.
Whatever she says, the woman I’m ushering in through the door has suffered due to my selfish actions and nearly paid the ultimate price. It’s that knowledge that has me leading her straight upstairs to the bedroom, wanting to be as near to her as I physically can, or as close as her advanced state of pregnancy allows. My body wants her, but it will be enough just to hold her if that’s all she wants.
Apart from the promised bed, the house is empty and our footsteps echo as we climb the stairs. But tonight, a bed is my only requirement, it’s more than enough. Tomorrow we’ll start the process of bringing the rest of our furniture back. I can’t wait to see everything returned to its normal place, here in the home we both love.
Liv is clearly as eager as I as she starts to undress immediately as we reach our bedroom. I stand, transfixed, watching her disrobe, her belly looking so large and impossibly hard, as though she’s about to burst. That’s my baby. Almost fully grown. For the first time I realise I’m ready, impatient, to meet him at last.
Then I worry. I place my hand on her arm when she’s down to just bra and panties. “Should we?” I wave at her stomach, suddenly guilty. “Liv, I don’t want to hurt the baby. Perhaps we should wait until after you get checked out.”
“I feel fine,” she reassures me, confidently. “You heard what Amy said. Getting checked is just a precaution. As for harming the baby, you won’t. Though we’ll need to get inventive.” Her eyes narrow, but her mouth curves as she adds, “No backing out on me now. I’ve been waiting months for this. Months to have you hold me like a woman again.”
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” Apologising is all I seem to be doing tonight.
“You couldn’t help it, Eli. You’ve been, are, still ill.” She moves closer, or as close as she can, and her hand finds my cock still restrained by my jeans. “Sure I worried you’d lost interest in me, but now,” she glances up with an impudent wink, “seems I’ve no concerns in that direction, or not tonight.”
I cover her hand with mine, not to remove it, but as I roll back my head, I know it’s to cherish the feeling of the only woman I ever wanted feeling up my rock-hard cock. “I didn’t mean it,” I tell her quickly. “There’s never been, and never will be, anyone else. It was me, not you, the entire time, babe. I couldn’t control the thoughts running through my head.”
“I didn’t either, Eli.” She squeezes her fingers, applying just the right pressure, not too firm which would make me go off, but just enough to make me breathe in sharply, my breath whistling through my teeth. “Perhaps it was good that we had a chance to evaluate our feelings, now we’ve both circled back around and know it’s only each other we want. But hell, I’ve missed you, missed this.”
“Fuck, Liv,” I manage to get out, her touch now starting to send me wild. “I couldn’t, then. But now?” Now I can’t
remember why her touch, fuck, just her being in my range of sight hadn’t turned me on. The shit going on in my head could have caused me to lose her. It had almost sent her into another man’s arms. It hadn’t been lost on me while it had been Archangel working to his plan, Liv’s Gabe could actually have been someone who’d found my wife attractive in her own right and worn her down, eventually stealing her away. “You’re mine,” I remind her, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Mine,” I repeat in a growl.
“And you’re mine,” she insists, as her fingers squeeze my cock. “All mine.”
I gasp again, and this time do pull her hand away. “Liv, you’re going to have to stop.” I have to move her before I come like an overeager teenager. I’d had enough experience of that when we’d been little more than kids, experimenting in places her father wouldn’t catch us.
“You’re overdressed,” she replies, her eyes glowing expectantly.
As she takes a step backward, I rectify that omission fast. I can feel her eyes watching so intently it’s almost like a brand burning into my flesh. Her possessive eyes showing me, like she’d said, I’m all hers.
Naked, my cock juts out proudly, the veins red and pronounced, the head purplish as it strains to contain all the blood that’s rushed down into it. I’m surprised I don’t feel dizzy or weak. In fact, I feel on top of the world, the best I have for months. I know my problems aren’t all behind me, but tonight is showing at least one is.
“Get on the bed,” I instruct, my voice uneven as I suddenly choke up. Only hours ago I’d had to contend with the thought I’d lost her forever. Now I need to be as close to her as it’s possible for a man to be with a woman.
I want to touch her, taste her, breathe her in. I want to gaze on those parts no one other than me and her doctors have ever seen. I might never have seen or touched another pussy, except for glimpses of those of the sweet butts in the clubhouse, but I really have no need. Perhaps if my father had met Sam when he was in his teens, he’d have settled down earlier. Instead of envying, or thinking I should emulate him, now I feel sorry for him instead. He’d had to wait until half his life had passed before finding the woman of his dreams, while mine had always been there for me.
She lies, first on her back, then quickly grimaces and turns on her side. I reach for her bra and unsnap it, then remove it, revealing breasts which are plump, full and ripe. For a second I just stare in reverence, they’re so much bigger than when I’d last seen.
“They might leak,” she warns me.
To which I just grin. Another taste for me to savour.
She raises her hips so I can take off her panties. It’s a bit clumsy given the position she’s in, but I make it work. I feel an ass that I’ve checked out during most of this pregnancy. Instead of relishing seeing her body grow as it nurtures my son, for a reason I can’t now understand, I’d wanted to keep my head in the sand and pretend I wasn’t going to be responsible for another human.
“I can just hold you, Liv,” I tell her as I get onto the bed, sliding behind her and pulling her against me. I’m still concerned about the baby, about harming him, and mindful of the ordeal she’s just been through.
“Are you kidding?” she asks, her hand reaching around to rest against my skin, as though reassuring herself I’m really with her. “I’ve waited so long to feel you inside me again.”
Another reminder of what an asshole I’ve been. “I’m—”
“Don’t you dare apologise, Eli. What if I’d been ill? What if I’d had a difficult pregnancy like Allie had back in the day? Would you have blamed me for not feeling horny?”
I place a kiss to that sensitive spot just under her ear. “It’s hard to get my mind around how my brain betrayed me,” I tell her, softly. “I promise you, Liv. I’ll willingly take all the help that I need to get my head back on straight. I promise I’ll—”
“Please, Eli. Please, just fuck me.”
Chuckling softly, I pull up to rest on my elbow, leaning over her. She turns her head so she’s in just the right position for my mouth to touch her lips. She opens for me, our tongues joining and caressing and it feels like I’ve come home.
Every intimate touch, every kiss, has always belonged to her. From awkward teenagers taking the first step toward becoming lovers, to each action we’ve fumbled our way through and learned until it’s an action so familiar, she knows my every response as well as I do hers.
How could I have ever thought I was missing out not experimenting with other women? I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to learn someone else’s reactions. I don’t want to experiment with a casual hook-up.
There’s a wealth of emotion just behind the innocent meeting of our mouths and tongues, as well as the physical expression of our love for each other. Tonight, there’s an added element, an acknowledgement of what we could have so easily lost.
Eventually I raise my head and look down into her eyes, noticing how her pupils have dilated. “Thank you,” I tell her, meaning it from the depths of my heart, “for not giving up on me.”
“Never,” she breathes. “I need you to complete me.”
My eyes close briefly as I acknowledge that I also need her. I can’t imagine a life without her in it. There were times when I thought she’d be better off without me, but truthfully, I’d never survive without her.
Suddenly I realise it’s been far too long since I’ve tasted her. I pull up my body so I’m hovering over her, then manoeuvre downwards.
She starts to giggle as she realises my intention. “Not sure how we’re going to make this work.”
I growl softly, my voice vibrating against her skin causes her body to jerk. “I like a challenge, I’ve got this.”
I pause my journey to lavish attention on her tits. They are indeed leaking, but I don’t give a damn. Just another flavour to be savoured, and it’s a reminder that soon my son will be suckling there.
“I’m too sensitive,” she cries out, to stop me. Her wriggling shows not only discomfort, but what effect my administrations are having on her hypersensitive nipples.
Showing mercy, I continue to my destination, finding she’s more swollen than I remember, not just with arousal, I remind myself, but her body’s getting ready to bring my son into this world. A child born of me and her. Fuck, was there ever a man so lucky?
I hook one of her legs over my shoulders, and manage to get situated so I can indeed, as I promised, make this work.
“You okay?” I check in.
“I’ve missed you, Eli. I’m so ready.”
She’s wet and ready for me. When my tongue meets her clit, she gasps. “Eli!”
She feels different as I ease a finger inside her, curling around to find her G-spot. My twin assault soon has her tensing.
Is this okay? I lift my mouth. “Fuck, Liv. Are you sure this is going to be alright for the baby?”
“Eli, you asshole. Don’t you dare stop!”
Who am I to deny a lady? Once again I lower my face and give her all I’ve got, my movements honed over the years knowing exactly what she likes best. Her hips tighten around my head almost painfully, but I don’t complain. Her muscles contract and it doesn’t take long before she’s screaming out my name. My heart clenches as I realise there was a time I’d thought I’d never hear that sound from her lips again. My woman coming is the best music my ears ever want to hear.
I bring her down gently, then ease away, slipping my body beside her, her back to my front. Again I position her leg. With one arm over her belly, I start to enter her from behind.
“Tell me if this is too much,” I beg her, scared that despite what she’s said, fucking a woman eight months pregnant might not be a good idea.
“I will,” she promises, gasping. “I want all of you inside me, Eli. I want you so fucking much.”
That’s exactly where I want to be. It’s not just to get relief for my aching cock, it’s the ultimate connection between us. With us it’s always been much more than just sex.
Strangely, I feel more linked to my baby than I ever have been. To my son which, despite her protestations to the contrary, I’m certain she’s going to have.
“Eli, move, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll fucking hurt you if you don’t.”
Her growled threat makes me chuckle, and then I oblige. Little pumps to start with, but when she simply pushes back with her hips, I pick up the pace, thrusting harder.
“Fuck, Liv. Babe, I’m not going to last.” It’s been too long and I’m on too light a trigger. I reach around to play with her still sensitive clit.
“Eli…”
“Babe,” I rasp out.
“Oh God, Eli.”
The moment she starts tensing around my cock, I lose it. I hammer in, then hold it as I feel cum spurt out of my dick.
“Christ, Liv. It just gets better.”
“Hmm mmm,” comes her satisfied agreement.
I rest my head against her shoulder, nuzzling a kiss to the sensitive spot below her ear. I’m reluctant to lose the connection, so let my cock soften inside her, ignoring that we’ll be making the bed wet.
I’ve missed this so fucking much, even when I hadn’t realised that I did. The months that had gone by without being inside her seem ridiculous to me now. Despite her understanding, I have to apologise again.
“Liv, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I was out of my head. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I know that I did. Whatever you want, babe, I’ll give it to you. Whatever you need, I’ll provide. I’ll get help, make sure I don’t slip back. Not going to check out again, babe. I love you too fuckin’ much.”
A gentle soft snore is my only answer, making me smile against her skin.
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