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“We don’t know what it is and after Jamie’s attack, I don’t put anything past people. They’re ugly and judgmental and condescending. I’m carrying a baby for my gay ex-husband’s lover—in crude, generic terms—and anyone who frequents the club could have heard us talking. This could be about Jamie; he certainly hasn’t kept his excitement about the baby a secret and there are surely any number of homophobic players around the NHL who might not approve of our…relationship?”

He nodded, grudgingly admitting she was right since the threat seemed to be as insulting to Emilie as it was a warning to him. “You’re right about that. Matt Forbes certainly wasn’t pleased to find out he was being traded right after training camp.” Matt was the only one of Viggo and Jamie’s teammates on the Sidewinders who’d been openly antagonistic towards them and made it clear he didn’t approve of their lifestyle. He’d also made disparaging remarks about a woman another teammate was dating, and that had been all it took for team management to decide to trade him.

“So instead of thinking about leaving, why not devote that energy to helping me protect myself and teaching me what I need to know so maybe I could protect you. Not physically, of course, but with the kind of information that would give me an advantage. I won’t be pregnant forever and I’m tougher than you think.”

“I don’t ever underestimate your toughness,” he chuckled. “You about broke me on the St. Andrew’s cross.” He was exaggerating, but only a little. He’d agreed to let her do anything she wanted to him one evening and she’d pushed him hard. It had been exciting as hell, though, and the sex they’d had afterwards had been intense. He looked forward to repaying the favor when she was no longer pregnant and back in shape, but that wouldn’t be for a while. They’d agreed to keep the kink in their relationship limited to occasional private moments at the club and to tamer endeavors at home like bondage and spanking. It seemed neither of them craved the hardcore BDSM lifestyle now that they were together, and it was working out well.

“Can we go to the hotel now?” she whispered. “It scares me when you pull away like this and I need you to hold me.”

“Absolutely.” He motioned to the waiter.

Chapter 22

They got to the room in less than ten minutes and Chains watched as Emilie slipped off the loose-fitting silver dress that accented her long legs and shapely shoulders but allowed extra room through the torso to compensate for her expanding waistline. She was absolutely the sexiest pregnant woman he’d ever known and when she was naked, she looked like other women looked when they weren’t pregnant because she was naturally so thin. He secretly hoped she’d put on a little weight after this pregnancy because he truly found her too skinny sometimes. He thought she was beautiful, but seeing her rib cage pressing against her skin often made him afraid he would hurt her. He found it amazing a child was growing inside of her right now because she’d barely put on five pounds. She ate everything in sight, so he wasn’t concerned about her health, but he’d been expecting her to put on weight faster. She was four months along and still fit into almost all her clothes. If it wasn’t for the little bump you only saw when she turned to the side, you wouldn’t be able to tell she was pregnant.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, standing in front of him in nothing but black lace panties and her high silver heels.

“Thinking about how many ways I’m going to make you come,” he said, pulling off his tie as he approached her.

“I thought you were going to hold me,” she teased.

He tossed his tie and belt to the side. “I’ll hold you all bloody night, if that’s what you want,” he said. “After I make you come. Five or six times.”

“That sounds perfect.”

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, and she couldn’t help but think how massive he appeared in the relatively small bedroom of their suite. His shoulders were so broad they seemed to take up the bulk of the space, suddenly making her feel very small and vulnerable—something she only craved when she was with him. His size, strength and internal fortitude fulfilled every need she had—intellectual, emotional and sexual. She’d come to love every inch of his hard body, the possessive way he slid his arm around her whenever they were around other men, his easy laughter but rough exterior, and the intensity in his gaze when he made love to her. All he had to do was look at her with his steely eyes and she would become aroused, like he was doing now.

“If anyone ever kidnapped you,” he said as he stepped out of his slacks, “you wouldn’t need a code because I would find you by sheer telepathy. The idea of someone touching you against your will sends me straight to hell—I’d die before I let that happen, Em.”

“I know.” She reached for him, letting him wrap her in his warmth. She tilted up her face, knowing right where his mouth would be and anticipating the feel of his lips on hers. He’d touched every inch of her body yet it grew more exciting every single time. The most basic, missionary position lovemaking sent her over the edge no matter how hard she tried to hold back; it had to be the man and not the sex itself.

Chains kissed her like it was the first time again, ravaging her mouth with his tongue, lips and probably his whole body. He couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how many times they made love, and it was baffling how much he needed her. His desire for her only intensified each time he touched her. What had started as a way of helping her open up had become dangerously addicting and he didn’t know if he could run fast enough to get away. How the fuck had he wound up needing her more than he needed blood pumping through his veins?

Reaching into his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard shaft and stroked him with a grip other men might consider painful. She was used to dominating men who wanted her to hurt them; Chains treated her strong grip as the norm, enjoying her ability to be rough with him in a way that was still incredibly sexy. The harder she squeezed, the thicker he got, and she dropped to her knees so she could suck his magnificent cock into her mouth. He spread his legs to maintain his balance and dug his fingers into her hair. He loved her lips on him, but for the first time in his life, the enjoyment of having his cock sucked waned in comparison to being inside her. In fact, he’d never let her get him off this way; he always stopped her so he could touch that glorious body and make her squirm.

He tugged her back to her feet so he could take her lips again, his tongue curling around hers with alternating intensity and tenderness. Just when she would moan from his roughness, he would back off and give her just the tip. He kissed her like this until her hips had tilted against his groin and her entire body hummed with need.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, sliding a finger into the crease between her outer labia and looked down at her. Her lips were as swollen as he imagined her clit was right now, and he resisted the urge to throw her down and take her hard and fast. Instead he slid his finger through her slickness, back and forth, up and down, carefully avoiding her clit since it would probably send her over the edge far too soon. He pressed his finger inside of her but pulled back as she tried to draw him deeper.

“Darryl…” His name came out in a huffed breath. Her full, round breasts were rising and falling against his chest and her hips moved in time to his fingers. He thrust up harder, two fingers plunging into her and awakening an animal hunger that made her burn. Fire sizzled through her…impaled on just his fingers, she couldn’t stop the jerking of her hips or the heat searing through her aching core. When his finger slid over her clit with just the right amount of pressure, she lost control with a keening wail that broke the silence. Burying her face in his shoulder, she screamed louder as he pressed against the spongy place inside her that drew out each convulsion, bringing her over the edge again and again.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against her hair as the spasms in her vagina slowed to a stop. He pulled out his fingers and caught her as she collapsed into him, lifting her and settling her on the bed.

“Darryl, I—”

“Shh.” He pressed his fingers to her lips and moved on top of her. They’d had physicals, together, and after receiving clean bills of health decided they had no need to use condoms anymore. With nothing stopping him, he pushed into her, holding her legs out and back towards her shoulders.

“Ohhh…” Her still sensitive pussy fluttered at the invasion and he paused, giving her time to adjust.

When she’d finally opened to take him fully—she was always so tight it still amazed him—he began to move. Her vagina sucked him in like a tightening fist and he picked up speed. The electricity crackled between them, his cock pillaging her pussy as if he owned it, and he did. He took her without mercy, bottoming out each time he plunged into her, loving the sounds she made when he fucked her hard. His beautiful Emilie loved being manhandled as much as she loved romance, and when he combined the two she always lost her mind.

“My gorgeous, beautiful girl,” he whispered as he drove in and pulled out, over and over. “No one will ever take you from me—I’ll protect you with my dying breath.”

“Darryl, God…” She quivered beneath him, her body perched on the edge of another orgasm. Her spine stiffened as she sped towards oblivion, bucking against him, harder, faster.

“Say the words, love,” he whispered, pressing her hands into the mattress on either side of her head. He eased up, catching her off guard and she whined in protest.

“No! Please!”

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