Page 17 of Saving Their Forever

I’m so needy, I dig my heels into the mattress. “Please, Ry…”

Lifting his head, he gives me a wicked smile. “You want something, little bird?” He slides one hand under me and flicks open the catch on my bra.

My breasts are so very heavy and aching for more. I don’t have to answer him. He knows what I need. He always knows what I need.

“I will never get enough of you,” he says with his lips against my nipple. “I can’t believe you didn’t run away. That you saw me—the real me—and didn’t run.”

“I still see you,” I manage. If he doesn’t take my panties off in the next few seconds, I might implode. “Now help me off with these.”

I tug at the cotton, and he obliges, baring me to him.

Then he’s between my thighs. His tongue laps at my folds. Slowly at first, then quicker as he finds his rhythm. The sensations…they’re so very different than they used to be. But somehow, they’re still like coming home in a way I never knew I needed.

He slides one finger inside me, then another, pumping them in and out as he licks, sucks, and bites until I can’t remember my own name. Nothing exists but the two of us—and the pleasure building to a peak so quickly, it takes my breath away.

Ryker growls against my clit, and I fly.

I don’t know how long it takes me to come down. Two minutes? Five? But when I do, he’s holding me close. And he found time to remove his briefs.

A bead of precum glistens at his tip. “Well, don’t just lie there, soldier. Take me.”

He doesn’t move. “You don’t…you have to go to the doctor…”

It takes me a full minute to figure out why he’s suddenly embarrassed. “Flippin’ flapjacks. You think I’m the first pregnant woman who had sex right before going to the doctor? Who came in with…err…?”

“Maybe?”

My eyeroll is worthy of an Academy Award. “Get inside me. Now.”

He lays me against the pillows and straddles me—as best he can with my belly in the way—but when he slides home, I don’t care that my legs are almost folded in half.

He’s gentle—and not—thrusting with a punishing rhythm that would shake the entire bed if he hadn’t bolted it to the floor not long after I moved in.

The feel of him inside me, of his dick getting harder with each thrust, is something I’ll never tire of. When his eyes start to roll back in his head, I grab his ass and pull him closer.

He shouts my name as he flies apart over me. He doesn’t see it. What he looks like when he lets go. How all the darkness he carries with him every other minute of every day simply vanishes when we’re connected.

Knowing I can give him this—even briefly—is all I’ll ever need. Besides him and our daughter.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ryker

“You stay by my side the entire time.”

I don’t like leaving the condo. Not when we’re still unsure if there’s an actual threat. But Wren’s had dizzy spells for two days, and outside of emergencies, her doctor doesn’t work on weekends. I don’t know shit about babies, but I’m pretty sure our kid isn’t going to avoid being born because I’m worried about our safety.

Wren finishes buttoning her dress and smooths her hands over her belly. “The doctor’s going to want to examine me. Like…really examine me.”

“I’m staying in the room. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“And what if she wants to induce me? There’ll be stuff happening. Medical stuff. Stuff you might not want to see.”

I stare her down. “Fifty-four bones, little bird. I set every one of them. And half of Dax’s. I can handle medical stuff.” She doesn’t understand how worried I am. How strange it is that she, Ripper, and Zephyr can’t find any trace of this guy.

“Fine. You try telling the doctor you won’t leave and see how well that goes over.” She shakes her head, but there’s love reflected in her gaze. “Can we go now?”

I check my phone, relieved when I see the latest text message. “Yep. West is downstairs waiting for us.”

---