by Wade, Maddie
“Hey Skye, what’s up?” Lucy said by way of greeting.
“Hi, Luce, I just wanted to check all was quiet.”
“All quiet. Nurses keep doing their normal checks and Noah’s sleeping soundly. Seriously, how do you get any sleep in here? Its constant interruption and chatter. Honestly, you enjoy your night after days of this. You deserve it.”
Skye laughed softly, “You get used to it. Cat naps are just a way of life for me.”
“Yeah, I guess they are,” Lucy said, sounding thoughtful, “I never had a clue what you went through before, you know. I thought I did, but this must have been so tough on your own.”
Skye’s throat closed with emotion, “It is tough, but you just do it. Honestly, Luce, you have never known a love like that, then the love of a mother for her child. It transcends everything. Your comfort, your life, and yes, definitely your sleep,” she smiled as she said the last, letting it show in her voice. She needed to lighten the moment before she became a blubbering mess.
“I guess it does,” Lucy said in almost a whisper. Skye wondered at the crack in her voice. She seemed to rally then, “Anyway, get back to your monkey sex and leave me be. I have a good bodice ripper book that I’m enjoying.” Skye laughed aloud, “Yes, boss, and thanks, Luce.”
“No problem, sister.” Skye hung up and sat silently, thinking about Lucy and Lizzie; they had both seemed quiet this week.
“Skye, food.” Nate stood in front of her with two plates in his hands. “Where do you want to eat?”
“I don’t mind, wherever makes you happy.” Nate put the plates on the table and leaned down to kiss her, “You make me happy, Skye, so where shall we eat?”
“Living room, then. I want to check out your huge-ass telly.”
“A woman after my own heart.” Skye got up and followed him. “Can you grab the drinks off the counter?” he asked as they passed the centre island that she’d been drooling over.
“Sure.” She grabbed the drinks, but her mind was still on Lucy and Lizzie.
They settled down on the sofa. Nate, multi-tasking as he ate, and tried to find something to watch on telly. After flicking through the channels, they settled on the Great British Bake off. Skye was slightly obsessed with this show and had squealed when he went to flick past. He had relented and now sat grinning as he watched her critique the contestants and moon over Paul Hollywood.
“Please don’t tell me you think that guy is hot?” Nate said on a groan.
“Any guy that can bake like that is hot,” she teased. She giggled as Nate made a dive for her, pinning her beneath him.
“Is that so? So, am I going to need cooking lessons in my future?”
“Well, it might be nice not to have to bake my own birthday cake,” she laughed.
“Mi amor, you don’t really do that do you?”
“Well, yeah. But only because I’m such a tough critic.”
“Hmm…well, I guess I’m going to need cooking lessons if I have to beat you and bake your birthday cake to perfection.”
“Wow. Competitive much?”
“I’m a guy, it’s in my blood. Still, I won’t be wearing a flowery apron, though. I’m going to have to get a nice, butch one–maybe camo.” Skye liked this side of him. The easy teasing and banter. She could see her spending her nights curled up watching T.V. or messing around with him like this. Noah in bed upstairs or her baking while her two guys played Xbox.
“I’m not sure even a flowery apron could diminish your masculine charms, Nate,” she said as she stroked her hand down his handsome face. His eyes went soft and hooded. He gave her a look that was all male.
He didn’t say anything, just kissed her, wet and hard, his hands sliding down her sides to the soft skin of her ribs. He let go and pulled back.
“How did I get so lucky?” he asked nobody in particular.
“It was us that got lucky, Nate. You saved my son once, and you’re going to do it again, when you give him your bone marrow. The best day of my life was the day Noah was born, but, without a doubt, the next best was when you walked in to his hospital room and tipped my world on its head. We are definitely the lucky ones.” He kissed her again, and she could feel his emotion in the tender way he kissed her.
Tucking her so that she was lay in front of him on the couch, he wrapped his arm around her, and he proceeded to introduce her to the world of Luther. This was not a hardship; Idris Elba was one of her favourite actors and so sexy.
She must have drifted off after the first episode, though, because the next thing she knew, Nate was lifting her to carry her to bed.
“What time is it?” she asked sleepily.”
“A little after ten-thirty.”
“Sorry,” she said, rubbing her face, “I can walk. Put me down before you hurt yourself. I weigh a ton.”
“You are no more than 60kg wringing wet, Skye, so behave. And anyway, I like having you in my arms.” She smiled at him, then, and realised she liked being there. She fit so nicely against his broad, muscled chest. Her hand ran along the muscled ridges of his pecs and up around his neck.
“Skye, if you want to go to sleep you need to stop,” Nate’s voice sounded strained. She looked into his eyes and could see the desire there. Her body seemed to soften into his even more, and leaned forward to rub her nose along his neck, inhaling his scent. It was a mix of musk and sandalwood which made her want to lick him all over.
“Skye, I’m holding on by a thread here,” he cautioned. She felt his muscles twitch with the strain and marvelled that she had such power over this big, strong man. It was a heady feeling.
“Then, don’t,” she whispered in his ear and gave the lobe a tug with her teeth. With a growl, Nate strode from the room with her still in his arms, practically running up the two flights of stairs to his room.
Nate dumped her on the bed and before she knew it, his body covered hers and his mouth was on her. The kiss was hard and rough and she loved it. Every inch of his hard body was pressed into hers, but Nate, considerate as ever, kept his weight off her.
She ran her hands through his soft hair as he tunnelled one of his hands into her hair, the other went up her top. She shivered as he caressed the underside of her breast with his thumb, grazing the nipple.
Arching her body into him, she tried to convey that she needed more. Nate was very good at reading her and was soon sweeping his hand over her straining nipples, teasing them into peaks, as he continued to kiss her senseless.
Lifting up, Nate reached down and drew her top over her head, leaving her in a hot pink, lace bra. His eyes were dark, almost black, and hooded as he looked at her. She gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and tried to tug it over his head, Nate flicked her breast through her bra as she reached to take the tee over his head, making her suck in a breath at the feeling.
He captured her lips, again. Legs on either side of her thighs, he pulled her to a sitting position, his hands going to the clasp on her bra. He flicked it open with a practiced move and pulled the straps down her arms. Her breasts fell free and he broke the kiss to look at her.
She knew her body was flushed and her lips swollen from his kiss. She looked down, suddenly feeling shy.
“Don’t. Don’t hide from me, mi amor . I want to see your beautiful, expressive eyes as I make you scream my name.” Skye shivered and her body went languid at his words. He seemed so in control. She lifted her head to meet his eyes–the look in them giving her confidence.
Nate pushed her gently back on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, telling her how much he wanted her. Coming down on top of her, his chest rubbed against her and the friction almost drove her over the edge. His chest had light sprinkling of dark hair that led into a trail all the way into the waistband of his jeans. She shuddered with desire. How could he do that to her with only a slight touch?
He kissed his way across her forehead and down across her jaw, never touching her lips. He kissed her neck and nipped at the delicate skin behind her ear, making her
squirm.
The delicious torture continued over her breasts–never touching the nipples–delicately kissing down her stomach. He deftly flicked open the button of her jeans with one hand and pulled them down her legs, all the while kissing every inch he bared.
Nate ran his lips over her hipbone and down the inside of her thighs, when he got to the back of her knee, she giggled when he hit a ticklish spot. She felt him chuckle against her leg. The torture didn’t stop, though. He went past her knees and placed soft touches of his mouth on her feet. She was so glad she had slipped her boots and socks off earlier while they were watching television. She didn’t want anything to get in the way of this.
Eventually, he pulled the jeans off her legs, kissing a path back up. She was drowning in sensations as he worshipped every inch of her. Her hands twisted the quilt, but when he skimmed his mouth over her most sensitive spot, they dove into his hair, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Nate growled, “I love these,” he said, indicating her hot pink G-string. He cupped her ass in both hands as he nuzzled at her most intimate place.
“Good,” she let out in a whimper.
“How much do you like them?” he asked. She wasn’t sure of the question, “Umm…I don’t…” but before she could finish her answer, he’d ripped the G-string from her body.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he groaned as he pulled the scrap off material away, replacing it with his mouth.
It was the single most erotic thing that had ever happened to Skye, and she thought she would spontaneously combust. Heat flooded her body and she felt the pull of his lips on her clit, feeling it all the way to her nipples. She bucked her hips and pulled his hair as he devoured her. He seemed to like it, though, because he increased the tempo and soon she was screaming his name as her climax hit.
“Look at me,” Nate rasped, and she opened her eyes to meet his. The emotion she saw there only made her climax harder.
She floated for a minute, her eyes drifting shut as she revelled in the feeling of complete satisfaction. She’d never felt anything like that. Her body was still tingling when she opened her eyes again. She looked down into his gorgeous face.
“You are so beautiful.” The emotion in his voice nearly undid her and she had to fight back tears that suddenly overwhelmed her. Nate crawled up her body, kissing her tenderly. She had always thought that she would hate being kissed after what he did, but she found her body starting to thrum again.
Her hands travelled over his back, enjoying the ridges and dips of his hard muscle. She’d never been with someone as physically fit as Nate, and she wondered what he thought about her body. She had a few stretch marks on her tummy from her pregnancy and it was slightly rounded instead of the perfect washboard abs that seemed to be the pinnacle all woman were told to strive for.
She didn’t regret it, of course, but maybe she should have put in more effort to get the muscle tone back.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asked into her neck. Typical Nate, picking up on her nerves.
“Nothing, really. I just…it’s just that you…” she kept stopping because she didn’t want to point it out if he hadn’t noticed. Nate rolled off her and lay on his side beside her, his head in the crook of his elbow, as he traced his finger up and down between the valley of her breasts.
“Tell me, mi cielo.” Skye turned her head to him, the sight of him looking at her as if she hung the moon made her realise she was an idiot. Nate was not like other men; he would never judge her like that.
“It’s just…well, look at you. You’re perfect, your body is like Michelangelo’s David, only better. You have amazing tattoos and I’m…well, I have stretch marks and a wobbly tummy.” He leaned in towards her then, but instead of kissing her like she expected, he proceeded to kiss along her tummy and kiss every stretch mark she had.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Every mark on you tells of the wonderful, selfless person you are. Nothing is more beautiful than a mother, Skye.” He caressed her tummy and hips and she could see he meant very word. If his eyes hadn’t been a dead giveaway, the bulge in his jeans certainly was.
Instead of telling him she believed him, she showed him. Rolling onto her side and into him, so they were face to face, she reached for his zipper and slowly slid it down. He hissed out a breath when her hand lightly grazed him. He rolled to his back, bringing her down on top of him. Skye undid the button on his jeans and eased her hand inside. The tip of his ridged cock peeked out the top of his boxers.
She ran her thumb over the end and stroked the pre-cum gathered there. Nate, clearly done with her teasing, wrenched her hand away and broke the kiss. Standing up he shed his jeans and boxers and stood in front of her in all his glory.
Skye watched in desire-induced fascination as he gripped the length and stroked twice, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached into the drawer by his bedside and took out a condom. With his eyes still on her, he opened the packet and was about to roll it on when she reached for it, “Let me.” Nate relinquished and she grasped his hard length, loving the feel of his soft skin over the hardness.
Rolling the condom on, she grasped his arms, pulling him down on top of her. She opened her legs and he settled between them, his hard cock pressed close against her, causing her clit to twitch.
He kissed her hard–their tongues duelling, hands roaming everywhere. She felt him nudge the head of his cock against her opening. He was big and she felt slightly apprehensive. Nate stopped moving and kissed her harder, his large hand cupping her breast and rolling the nipple. The other went to her ass cheek and then to her hip, lifting her leg over his hip.
He slid inside in one slow, continuous movement. The feeling of being full, with all the other sensations, took her straight to the edge of another climax. Nate started to move slowly, and with every slow thrust, the feeling built.
“God, you feel so good, Skye,” he growled, “Lift your other leg, baby.” She complied and wrapped both legs round his waist. Nate powered into her, but she sensed he was holding back.
“More, Nate. Harder. Please,” she whimpered, and he seemed to snap. He slammed into her–hard and rough and she loved it. Her hands pulled at his hair, her climax hitting her so hard she screamed, throwing her head back. Nate grasped a nipple in his lips and pulled hard, increasing the feeling she could hardly stand the intensity.
As she started to come down, Nate continued to drive into her heat and she felt his movements become jerky, his length swelling as he spilled his release into her.
He relaxed into her, his breathing heavy.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough.” He lifted his weight off her, looking contrite. Skye stroked his face, “You weren’t rough. You were perfect and I loved every single second. Only one problem, though,” she stopped and watched his face fall. God, she loved this man. “Only problem is, I’m hooked. You aren’t ever getting rid of me now.” His big smile split his face and he kissed her, rolling onto his back he pulled her with him so she was lay with her head on his chest.
“Good, because I’m never letting you go,” he said, wrapping her in his arms, pulling the covers over them both. Skye lay there feeling happier than she ever had. She traced the line of the tattoo on his chest, the tribal design was beautiful. The gunshot scar on his shoulder marred it, but like her stretch marks, they proved his bravery and courage. She closed her eyes as she thought of how close he’d come to losing his life
“What does this mean?” she pointed to the tattoo over his chest.
“It means strength and honour–its Latin. I had it when I was in the army,” he continued. His fingers where stroking her shoulder and she was relaxed, but she could sense he was troubled.
“What’s the matter?” She waited and wondered if he was going to say anything.
“I have something to tell you.” She tensed at his words.
“When I was in the para’s, there was an incident. We came under fire from insurgents. It was a com
pletely freak thing, but a round hit some rock next to me and a piece flew off and hit me in the groin. It was so random and never could have been predicted.”
Skye was quiet as he talked. “It was the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt. I was taken straight to the hospital. I had a testicular torsion. They operated and it was all fine. But it left me with reduced fertility. It’s not impossible, but it won’t necessarily be easy.”
Skye was silent. She didn’t know what to say. Obviously, this was big for him and she had a feeling he felt it would affect how she felt towards him. She lent up on her elbow and felt him tense, as if waiting for the ball to drop.
“Thank you for telling me,” she placed a kiss on his chest, “It would be amazing to carry your baby one day, Nate, but if, and when, the time comes and it doesn’t happen, then there are always other ways. There are so many children looking for families. If we have to go that route, then so be it. A family is made of love, not biology. You have already been more of a father to Noah than he’s ever had.” Skye watched as his face changed, the look of complete adoration made her chest hurt.
“I don’t think I could love you more than I do right now,” he said as he stroked his hand down her face and neck. His hand gently held her neck, rubbing the pulse there.
“Good, because I love you, too.” She settled back against him, her head on his chest.
She drifted off to sleep, feeling that everything would be okay.
~~~
Nate lay quietly with his whole world in his arms. Never in his life had he shared a physical connection with a woman as he did Skye. Even now, he could feel himself getting hard as he remembered the way her hot heat had gripped him tight.
The way she had let herself go, surrendering to the moment, made him lose control in a way he never had before. She made him want her in a way that was more than physical–it was almost spiritual. She occupied his thoughts all the time and now that he felt what it was like to be inside her, he didn’t think he would ever get enough.