Page 54 of Tangled Threads Of Fate

The bliss… It was something else. My body felt weightless for the first time in so long, and I couldn’t hold back a contented sigh. I’d always been a little ass-heavy, and the extra weight in my torso wanted to drag me down, but Milo was there, his hand resting softly beneath my spine, even though the salt water was keeping me buoyant.

“This feels so good,” I moaned, and he slowly moved us toward one of the built-in seats along the side. He boosted himself up onto the seat, then just sat there, his long arm holding me up, letting me float. He didn’t talk, didn’t try to draw me closer or push me away. He just let me be, and after ten minutes, my body completely relaxed. Muscles I hadn’t even realized were tense finally let go.

The sun beat down on my face, and I didn’t worry about how I was probably burning to a crisp in the sun, or if my tits were succumbing to gravity and giving me epic boob spillage out the side of my bikini top. I thought of nothing but the relaxed feelingin my limbs and the warmth on my skin. The babies moved and shifted around, obviously enjoying me being relaxed too.

“We’ll have to fence this area off soon,” Milo said softly, more to himself than me I think. “We don’t want any accidents.” It took me a while to realize that he was talking about putting up a pool fence.

I hadn’t thought about what it would mean after the babies were born. Would I be stuck here on Crete? What about Nate? He’d want to go home, right? His life was in Boston. His career. Mrs. B’s house. His friends. My friends. All on the other side of the ocean.

I couldn’t stay here, but the thought of leaving was like a knife through the heart.

I felt betrayed once more by my fate. Everything was so out of control. Tears welled in my eyes, and I internally bitched about pregnancy hormones, even though I sneakily suspected that perhaps it had nothing to do with hormones and everything to do with the fact that I’d been dealt a really shitty hand.

Milo wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to his body. “Hey, what’s wrong? We don’t have to do it now or at all, if that’s not what you want. It seems a little dangerous, but you’re their mom—you know best, right?”

I knew jack shit.

Turning my head into his shoulder, I sucked in a few deep, calming breaths. “No, you’re right. If there are toddlers around, we should fence it off. I just hadn’t thought about the fact that some of us will have to uproot our lives, and none of us even asked for this to happen.”

Milo pulled me onto his lap, his hands wrapping around me so I was plastered to his front. It was so nice, it was beginning to become an addiction.

“No one asked for this, but I think maybe I was silently praying for it.” I looked over my shoulder at him like he wascrazy. “Not this exactly, of course, but something. I needed a purpose. Someone to adore. Something other than the endless days and hours, waiting to fade to nothingness.” He pushed the hair out of my face. “It was what we were all doing, and you need to put the idea that you’ve somehow doomed us from your mind. We were already doomed—you just gave us something to fight to live for.”

His golden threads whipped around like arcing electricity, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to brush my lips over his. They were warm and smooth, and as he deepened the kiss, I sighed into him.

His fingers flexed on my sides, and he shifted me so my thighs were either side of his hips. He didn’t pull me any closer, didn’t grind up into me, even though the extremely hard evidence of his arousal was sitting right there against my stomach. He was leaving the pace up to me, and if I didn’t already adore this man, that would have cemented it for me.

He tasted every part of my mouth, like he was obsessed with how I tasted. His hands began to roam, and when I didn’t protest, he groaned and undertook his exploration with a singular focus. Up and down my spine, around my ribs, over the curve of my hips, like he was mapping me completely.

I pressed myself tighter around him and ground down on that giant rod he called a cock. We both gasped in unison, becauseholy shit. The other thing they didn’t tell you about being pregnant was that everything feltmore.

Milo’s hands fell back to my hips. Now I’d made the first move, he was happy to help me grind on him. But I wanted more. So much more.

Reaching between us, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and grabbed his cock. Seriously, I could barely get my hand around it. His head fell back against the tiles of the deck, and he moaned.

“Wren, I can’t… Your hand feels so good fisted around me like that.” He grunted as I stroked him a couple of times, up over the fat head and back down again until he was panting. “I want you to tell me what you want, how to please you. My cock is yours. My mouth, my tongue, my fingers—they’re all yours. Use me.”

Holy shit.

“Undo the strings on my bikini,” I ordered between kisses, and he was eager to comply, undoing the bows on my hips without looking. My bikini bottoms floated away, and then there was just my naked bottom half and his shorts pushed down to his thighs in the water. “Slow and easy,” I breathed, and I pushed his cock still in my hand toward my entrance.

His jaw was so tight, I thought it might shatter, but he definitely did it both slow and easy, each agonizing inch down his cock taking an eternity. I felt so full as I stretched around him. It felt nearly impossible, but I wasn’t going to stop, because it felt so fuckingright.

“Milo,” I whispered, panting now as he thrust up the final few inches and was fully seated inside me. It was more than a physical fullness, though. I could feel him deep in my very soul right now.

He moved me up and down his cock in short, sharp movements, until my walls relaxed around him, and then he dragged me back up his cock. Honestly, it was a wonder there wasn’t a rest stop halfway up. It was that big.

Then, I shit you not, he held me up and fucked me with just the first couple of inches of his cock, hitting my g-spot like he was playingWhere’s Waldo?and could find that son of a bitch first time on every page. It was like magic.

Screamingly good magic.

“Milo!” I came around him, and he grunted as he held me still. The soft breeze made my nipples pull tight in the afternoonsun. Normally, I would be worried about who would see, but how could I care when my brain was flying so high, it was like I was on drugs?

“I want to fill you up, but if I come in the pool, the guys will murder me. And if they murder me, I won’t be able to make you scream my name again and again.” Taking a few deep breaths, he lifted me off his cock, and I mewled pitifully. He spun me so I was facing away from him, my back to his chest so he could kiss across my shoulders and spine. I wiggled my ass against his hard cock, and he groaned. “Ah, fuck it. Worth it.”

Notching himself back against my entrance, he thrust up inside me once more, and I gasped, the oxygen leaving my lungs. The noise he made wasn’t even close to human.

Slow and gentle, he fucked me with a precision that was honestly impressive. “Wren… Little Bird… You feel so good. I don’t ever want to stop.” I didn’t want him to stop either, as he kissed and licked the salty water from my skin. “Come for me one more time. I want you to milk me dry.”

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