Page 131 of Love Without Control

“I love you,” I told him, as his hands gripped my hips.

“I love you too, wife. You are beautiful like this.” Then his smile turned from sweet to wicked as he began to move. “You are beautiful and so goddamn hot on your hands and knees for your husband, taking my cock up this perfect pussy.”

Then we lost ourselves in each other, in the frenzied carnality of mating, our gazes locked in the glass but no less intense. My husband was stunning. Achingly breathtaking, especially when he was like this with his dark hair swinging around his shoulders with every hard thrust. Sure, he had a few gray strands starting to make an appearance in his hair and beard, but it only made him sexier.

Dane’s abs clenched as he took me from behind, and the muscles beneath his tatted arms bulged like finely tuned machines. The bed rocked with the motion of our bodies, and the squeaking of the bedsprings mixed with the slaps of flesh on flesh and our rapturous moans. It was a thrilling cacophony of need and pleasure that only drove us higher.

Though I’d come like a freight train earlier, my husband wasn’t satisfied until I got my BOGO orgasm. It started at the base of my neck and trickled down my spine as Dane increased his pace, a self-satisfied smirk on his perfectly full lips. He knew my body so well, and he was aware I was on the brink.

He also knew just how to get me there. Scraping his teeth hard over his bottom lip and leaving it red and swollen, he said, “Come for your husband, Evie.”

The use of my real name did it, and I collapsed to my elbows as Dane draped himself over my back and rutted into me like an animal intent on the sole purpose of satiating our needs. I tilted my face for a kiss, which he delivered with love and passion, our tongues wrapping and licking as our lower bodies rocked out our orgasms.

Then Dane went all gentle on me, dragging his hands around my body to cup my pregnant belly. He guided us down until we were once again lying on our sides, his big body pressed against my back.

The only sounds were our labored breathing and beats of our hearts as the sun streamed into the room through the transom windows.

I fell back into a dreamless sleep, only waking for a second when Dane rearranged me on the bed so my head was on the pillow. A sleepy smile wove its way across my lips when he kissed my belly and whispered, “Be a good boy. Daddy will be back to check on you two later.”

Later that afternoon, I was walking with Charlisse on the beach in the September sunshine. Dane and I had finally sat down with her and told her our story… minus the shooty parts. We both trusted her, and we would need her in the coming months.

“I talked to Cooper today,” she said, pride warring with worry in her voice. “He can’t tell me where he is, but he said he’s doing well.”

“Make sure to give him our love when you talk to him again,” I said.

She grasped my hand, and we continued walking. “I will. And thank you for inviting me to go with you and Dane to New York. It’s just the distraction I need.”

“We’re happy you’re coming. We appreciate you agreeing to watch our little one while we talk to my family. I know he’ll just be an infant, but I think they can sense extreme emotional distress, and I don’t want him upset.”

“Your family is going to be thrilled to see you again, but I’m sure it will be a shock too. It’s best not to have the baby around all that. I’ll just be in my hotel room, whispering to him that I’m his favorite honorary auntie while I kiss his cute little face.”

My feet paused as a twinge shot down my side, and Charlisse stopped too. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Just a little… something.” A vise wrapped around my middle, and I grunted. “It’s really tight. It happened a few minutes ago, but this one was a little more intense.”

Charlisse’s calm tone belied the worry I saw in her blue eyes. “Let’s head back when you’re able to walk.”

I blew out a breath from my pursed lips and straightened, the weird feeling dissipating as quickly as it had come. “I’m good now.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, already dialing her phone one handed before putting it to her ear. “Dane, meet us at the entrance to the beach. I think she just had a contraction.”

“I’m fine,” I protested even as I heard yelling through the phone line.

“I know it’s not time yet,” she said smoothly, guiding me with a hand on my back. “That’s why we need you to pick us up and take us to the hospital… Yes, call Makenna… No, you can’t talk to Eden right now. You can talk to her when you get here. She’s okay, but I’m trying to get her off this beach before another one hits.”

“I think you’re overreacting,” I said, though the last word broke a little as another of those things that was absolutelynota contraction squeezed my belly. “He’s not ripe yet.”

“Babies don’t wear watches,” she retorted as I bent at the waist and concentrated on breathing.

Charlisse rubbed circles on my back as I whispered to my child. “Just stay in there a few more weeks, baby boy. Please.”

“Yep, this baby is coming today,” Makenna announced, stripping off her gloves and covering me with a sheet. “You’re five centimeters dilated.”

Dane clutched my hand and used his free one to swipe down his face. “Could I have caused this? We had intercourse this morning.”

“Dane!” I scolded, feeling my face heat.

But it didn’t deter him from continuing. “And then I came home at lunch for a nooner.”

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