“Ze—Lazarus.”
“Sweet thing,” I croon as I push her nightdress up her body, then strip it off over her head. “You can call me Zeke when it’s just us.” Devouring her nudity with my eyes, I catalogue every part of her body as I skim her form with my hands. “The most beautiful woman in the world. Smart as a whip. Face of an angel. Body of a goddess. Your tits, sweet thing... they’re bigger than ever. These nipples darkening as you get ready to feed our baby. This belly, keepin’ our child safe. Long legs. Smooth skin. The scars that show me how hard you’ve fought to live. My marks all over you. The ink that catalogues our life together.” I shift off her, pushing her thighs apart as I lay on my stomach between them. I run my fingertips down her slit, groaning when Lily whimpers. “Your pussy... this pretty, pink pussy that grips my dick so tight. Love every inch of you, but this pussy torments me. Makes me crave to taste you, even when I’m a dead man.”
“Zeke. God.” Her thighs clamp around my head when I push the tip of my tongue in her tight hole. “Zeke.”
“I know, sweet thing.” Lapping at her clit, I press one finger inside her pussy. “You ache for me, and I’m gonna make it all better.”
“Zeke...”
“Metukà shelì.”
“This changes nothing... I love you, but I don’t trust you.”
“I know, sweet thing... but I’ll fix it. I plan on spendin’ every night for the rest of my life provin’ that you can.” When I add another finger, her walls grip me tight. I circle her clit with my tongue, tasting her, teasing her, until she’s a needy, whimpering mess. “There’s my good girl... your pussy is squeezing my fingers tight. You’re so close. If you come for me, I’ll let you have my dick too.”
“God. Yes.”
Hard as rock, heart pounding with appreciation for the sight spread out before me, I settle down to make a meal of my woman. I work her into a frenzy with my fingers and my tongue, clamp my other hand over her mouth when her moans and whimpers start getting too loud, then push her over the edge into a climax that makes her thighs quiver.
While Lily’s battling aftershocks, I kiss my way up her body.
Her rounded belly gets the most attention.
“You have no idea how happy the sight of you pregnant makes me.” Gazes locked on each other’s, I watch her eyes widen as I press my cock slowly inside her. On the bedside table, her phone lights up. I lower my mouth to her ear and croon, “Love you, sweet thing, to Neptune and back.” Distracted by my voice and the feeling of my dick stretching her out, Lily doesn’t hear the device when it vibrates. “Just you and me, metukà shelì... you and me and our kids.”
I knock her phone on to the floor, then toss a pillow over it.
It’s immature, but I hold zero regrets.
It’s okay to momentarily give into my jealousy.
I’m here.
He’s not.
And that’s all that matters...
7
LILY
Ten days later
“I’ve got to go, metukà shelì,” Lazarus tells me as he gently wakes me. He brushes my hair away from my face and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Garrett’s been changed, and he’s had a bottle... I’ve put him back down, and he’s sleeping.”
“Thank you.” While I speak, I hold the covers over my mouth, so I don’t breathe morning breath in his direction. I’m about to say to wish him a good day, but end up side-tracked by latter part of his statement. Pushing upright, I scold him, “You’re crazy... you’re going to get caught in the kitchen.”
The enigmatic smile my first love bestows on me is worrying.
He kisses the end of my nose.
“Lazarus.” My whisper-yell is stark in the quiet room when I try to get his attention before he leaves. After glancing at Garrett’s crib to double check that I haven’t woken him, I call out in a louder voice, “Tell me you haven’t been caught…”
With one hand on the door handle, Lazarus turns back to look at me. I spy his pessimistic appraisal of my motives, and he compounds it with his next question, “Are you asking because you’re worried about me or because you don’t want your husband to know that I’m here?”
I’m immediately filled with guilt.
Slash has been absent but attentive.