Page 31 of Inevitably Yours

“Yes.” That was all she got to say. The apology poised on her lips died there as he thrust back into her. This time, he didn’t still, he didn’t slow down, and he didn’t speak. He just fucked her senseless like he said he would.

When she felt herself approaching something big, bigger even than the orgasm John had already given her, she began to whimper uncontrollably. Tears leaked from her eyes, and her body hummed in anticipation. And just when she thought she couldn’t take another minute, light burst behind her eyes and she was rocketing into the sky, then hurtling toward the ground. Every nerve ending she possessed was rapid-firing and the pleasure center of her brain overloaded.

Gus couldn’t swear to it, but it felt like she lost consciousness for a moment, as if she were disconnected from the Earth, from her very body, but she could still feel the overwhelming sensations so she couldn’t explain it even to herself. She became aware of being back in her own body. She heard John shout her name, and he stiffened behind her, grinding and grinding until he stilled completely, and she felt a warmth come from him.

John pulled from her body, and she shivered at the loss of heat. As he laid on the bed next to her, he reached around and pushed the pillows aside, bringing her to lay against him. Gus felt cherished with John at her back and his arms wrapped around her. His hand moved from cupping her breast to caressing her protruding belly.

He stilled.

He kissed the back of her head and got out of bed. After returning, he sat by her belly and gently pushed her to her back. “Let me clean you up.” Gus complied lazily. The warm cloth cleaned her torso first, her lady bits next.

John disappeared again. Gus didn’t hear him return, but she had the feeling someone was watching her. When she cracked her eyes open, John was standing at the foot of the bed devouring her with his eyes, but unlike last time he looked at her, this time, the overwhelming feeling coming from him was pain.

Feeling particularly exposed, Gus leaned up and groped for the covers. She brought them in front of her like a shield, a way to stop his pain—pain that was obviously caused by her somehow. “John? I can see something is hurting you. I have a feeling it is the same thing that has stood between us for months now. Are you finally ready to talk about it?” He didn’t answer her, just continued to stare as if she hadn’t spoken or even covered her body with the tangled sheet.

Snapping her fingers to get his attention didn’t work, he just stared. Gus got up, tucking the sheet around her. When she stood in front of him, she grabbed his cheeks in her hands. “John?” He finally shook off whatever was holding him. “Now who is somewhere else? Or some time else? After what we shared here tonight, do you think you can find it in your heart to share where or when you were just now? Why this pregnancy is freaking you out more than it should?”

When his hands covered hers and he looked into her eyes, she almost wept. The depth of pain and loss swimming in them broke her heart.

John slid her hands from his cheeks and kissed them, letting his lips linger. His eyes flickered closed. A deep inhale preceded his scratchy voice, “I think I owe you that much, but can we get dressed first? I can’t focus on anything but your body if we stay naked.”

Augusta agreed, and he donned his discarded clothing. Augusta just enjoyed the play of his muscles. She memorized the dusting of hair that coated his chest, and the freckles that rested atop his shoulders…the way his hips dimpled as he bent, and the way his cock rested against his leg as he sat to pull on his pants.

She noted all these things in great detail because she had the sinking feeling this could be the last time she got to appreciate them. It all depended on the secrets he would share, and she wouldn’t know until she was dressed.

As she stepped into her closet, she dropped the sheet and tossed a shapeless giant T-shirt over her head. She rummaged through the basket of clean clothes that needed to be put away and found some cut-off sweats. She looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the back of the door. She looked frumpy and felt even worse.

It was stark opposition to the way she felt mere moments ago. John made her feel like the most beautiful creature in the world, not just some frumpy pregnant lady. She sighed a sad memorial to that lady and stiffened her spine. Everything was up to John at this point, and nothing she did or didn’t do could change whatever he was going through or how he had to deal with it.

“No worries, Augusta. Tonight was magical, no matter what happens from this moment on. No one can take that from you. You are stronger than your past and so is John,” she told herself in the mirror. Then she heard her own voice speaking in her head, a sad version of her. But are you stronger than his?

---