Page 71 of Finding Forever

Her breath caught, her hands went to his hair and yanked so ruthlessly, he was sure he’d lose a few strands—her back bowed and she flew apart.

It was fucking spectacular.

And even though she’d been vocal with her cries and moans and pleas while he was eating her out, her orgasm was wholly silent. He loved it. It was a thing of beauty and he thrust his fingers into her with ruthless efficiency, while she drenched his hand and the sheet. He lifted his head—replacing his mouth at her clit with his thumb—so he could watch her come undone.

Her hands finally fell from his head and her eyes drifted shut, but he shook his head, shifting up over her, nudging her legs further apart with his knees as he moved his hips between her limp, splayed thighs.

“Uh uh, temptress… no going to sleep yet. It’smyturn. Thank fuck we don’t need a condom.” The last was a muttered aside, because the thought had crossed his mind that he had none on hand. The elated recognition that he didn’t have to leave her side to get one because it wasn’t needed had followed a mere instant later. Looked like there were some perks to her pregnancy after all.

Her eyes flew open at the words and she met his eyes just ashe pushed into her still pulsing channel without warning. He watched her eyes widen and he smiled when she wrapped her legs around his waist and welcomed him in.

“Very good, Fern,” he praised, just to watch her glow at the words. “Now hold on tight. This is going to be hard and it’s going to be fast.”

He was as good as his word. This time hetook; thrusting mercilessly as he fucked her senseless. He was gratified when she had a couple of smaller orgasms along the way, but after what he’d just put them both through, all he could focus on was his own gratification. It was brutally quick and efficient, but fuck, it was goddamnphenomenal.

She was tight, swollen, slick and the way she moved around him, squeezing, milking him… was bliss and when his climax hit, it rushed through him like a geyser. The buzz and tingle sizzled down his spine in a snap of electricity, his balls contracted, and he groaned—the sound deep, hungry, and fierce. He clamped his hands onto her hips, holding her still, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lost control of his thrusts. He reared up onto his knees and sucked in a breath.

Another long, deep, slow groan and he was gone, pumping himself into her. Thick, hot, endless jets of cum that flowed and overflowed, spilling out of her onto the already soaked sheets.

It felt like it went on forever. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come like this. No… he’dnevercome like this before. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was bareback—a first for him—or if it was because it washer.

Fern.

Whatever the reason, it was transcendent and singular…

And it terrified the shit out of Cade.

Cade removedhis weight from Fern almost immediately, dragging himself off her and pulling them both out of the huge wet spot in a single, efficient movement. After that he remained prone and motionless. A heavy arm was flung across her stomach, his head turned away from her, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, while he fought for his breath.

Fern was on her back, staring up at the warm, yellow circle of light on the ceiling. Her heart was racing, breathing fast and shallow and she wasn’t at all sure how she felt right now. Every nerve ending she possessed was hypersensitive, even her hair felt like it was crackling. Down below—in the place which her husband had so relentlessly toyed with and plundered just moments ago—she felt stretched and aching. An uncomfortable sting, a lot of dampness, and still those helpless, greedy, clutching-at-air spasms, as if that suddenly insatiable part of her was still blindly searching for his delicious thrusting stiffness. Her nipples remained hard, painful points on her tender breasts and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to recover from this.

She felt as if she’d never know normal again. Her body, once so familiar to her, was now foreign territory and belonged wholly to the invader who’d so remorselessly and efficiently plundered its secret depths.

“I get it now,” she marveled from between snatched gasps of air, but he didn’t so much as move a muscle in reaction to her voice.

One of her hands fell to the arm he had wrapped around her waist, helplessly stroking its way down that strong, corded forearm, learning every vein, scar, muscle, and soft blade of hair along the way, while her other hand cupped her own breast, thumbing the painfully erect nipple absently.

She bit back a moan at the overstimulation, but was helpless to stop herself, fascinated by both her body and his and how they’d moved together to create such mad, mysterious alchemy.

“I get it,” she whispered again, burrowing her face against his bicep, nuzzling closer, loving the warm, spicy scent of him, enjoying how it mingled with the musk of the sex they’d just had.

Everything about this moment felt surreal, yet perfect. Despite his silence, she knew he was conscious, she could feel it in the alteration of his breath as she moved closer to him, and sense it in the slight buildup of tension in his strong, beautiful body.

She backed off, not wanting to send him fleeing from her bed quite yet, enjoying his nearness, even if it didn’t quite translate into closeness. This was what she’d signed up for. It was the agreement they’d made. And Fern was a woman of her word. She wasn’t about to make more of this than it was.

She was just flying high on a puffy cloud of post-orgasmic happy hormones and didn’t quite know how to contain herself.

Her fingers went back to lightly stroking his arm, and connected with the cool metal of his bracelet on a desultory downward sweep. Inquisitive, she explored the smooth links of the bracelet—Cade didn’t strike her as a flashy man and she’d been curious about this piece of jewelry, which—along with his wedding band and watch—he wore every day. Her sensitive fingers found what felt like a narrow plate with something engraved on it.

Too lazy and relaxed to lift her head and look, she ran her thumb over the surface of the plate a couple of times, until her nosiness finally won out and she lifted her head slightly to peer down at it.

“You have a medic alert bracelet,” she murmured, almost to herself, a little staggered by the revelation. She’d been so certain she was about to see a treasured gift from a past lover that she wasn’t quite sure what to do with this new knowledge. Instead, what she found was a bespoke, brushed silver chain linkbracelet, with the words:Mr. NC Hawthorne, Allergic to Penicillininscribed on the embedded face.

“Hmm.” The deep rumbly sound resonated through her. A sexy dragon’s purr that thrilled her. There was a long pause before he sighed and asked, “Why don’t you?”

She dropped her head back onto the pillow and went back to contemplating the ceiling, her hand still lightly caressing his arm.

“I did once. When I was a child. I outgrew it and when I told him I needed a new one, Granger pointed out that I was old enough to inform people about my peanut allergy. The lack hasn’t really been a problem.”

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