Page 67 of Unwanted Vows

“I think we forgot the condom again.” I say.

Andrew gives a shout of laughter, and gathers me into his arms. “So we did. But you know what? This time in the eyes of the world we are married, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s good,” I say. “Because I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t like some of the decisions I have to make?” he asks.

That’s a hard one, because I know what kind of ‘kingdom’ he’s about to take over.

“Promise you’ll try to stay legal and moral?” I ask.

“I’ll do my best,” he says. “But it’s not going to be easy. You and Paul might sometimes be in danger. I might have to send you back here to the Bunker, or even to Ildogis for your safety.”

I sigh, and lean into him. I am thinking of getting my M.D. “We’ll cope, somehow,” I say. “Just don’t disappear again.”

“I’ll try,” he says. Then, as a kind of afterthought, “Shower with me, Maddy?”

“Yes, please,” I say.

He scoops me up, and carries me into the shower, somehow adjusts the temperature, and steps in with me.

We soap and scrub each other. I revel in the suds sliding over his pectoral muscles, over his back, his ass, and his penis.

In just a few minutes, he is rock hard again, and I am in a state of absolute meltdown. I rub myself against him, again becoming lost in that glorious haze of sensation.

“Want you,” I say, “but the bed is so far . ..”

“Never mind the bed,” he says, picking me up and bracing me against the shower wall.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, hanging on for dear life. I nearly lose my grip when he slides inside me again.

I am once again lost in a world of sensation. All my attention centers on the feel of his cock sliding in and out, on the feel of his muscles as he holds me.

The water cascades over us. We are wrapped in ribbons of delight. Faint remnants of a song play in my mind, “In, and out, in and out . . “ I am boosted up a ladder of delight, trapped between the shower wall and my lover’s body.

Again, the world explodes in sensation, this time more like a lava meltdown than sky rockets in flight. I snuggle my face in the crook of Andrew’s neck, my aftershocks sending him over the edge.

I cling to him, relishing the feel of his body, of his arms, and of the sheeting warm water.

“Maddy,” he says gently, “You need to lower the landing gear so I can let go before I drop you.”

“Oh,” I say, unlocking my feet from behind his back, and sliding down his front. He sucks in his breath as I do so. We cling together, there under the seemingly endless cascade of water.

His hand makes slow circles on my back. I want to stay here forever, in this waterfall of warmth, where it is just the two of us. No problems, no decisions, just my lover and I, sharing warmth and joy.

CAVERNS MEASURELESS

ANDREW

I wake slowly, treasuring the feel of Maddy cuddled by my side. I wonder if we might have time for a brief love-making before I face the day. Maddy was right in her distinction between fucking and love-making, as well as her assessment that when making love, fucking could be involved. And oh, my, she is genius at both.

I hold her in my arms, and breathe in the scent of her. She is perfumed with her shampoo, her body wash, and a faint echo of our passion. Underneath it all, she smells like herself, a heady aroma that goes straight to my groin.

But before I can answer the primal call of my loins, my phone rings. “Lane,” I answer it, realizing as I do so that might not be the best identifier since my brothers were also somewhere in this building.

“Andrew Lane?” asks the tinny voice on the phone.

“Yes,” I affirm. “How may I help you?”

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