Page 112 of Devil's Dilemma

“Only say it as I see it.” He throws off the covers and gets out of bed, reaching up over his head and stretching, his large cock bobs as though saying good morning. My tongue comes out to moisten my lips. He notices, then groans. “You and I have got to get to work.”

He’s right. We have, and I am a bit sore.

He turns and looks at me seriously. “Take your e-reader to work today. Read some more of that book during your lunch hour. Might get you in the mood for another round tonight.” He winks.

“We’re going to my parents later,” I remind him.

He rolls back his head. “Shit, well you’re going to need to be quiet then.”

I throw a pillow at him. “I am not having sex in my parents’ house.”

He comes back to the bed and starts crawling up it, stopping when his hands are either side of my head and he’s staring down into my eyes. “What about making love, then?”

I shake my head.

“Damn.”

He continues to stare for a moment, then lowers his hips, letting me feel his rock-hard erection. “You move the sheet and open your legs and I think you’ll find I’m just in the right position.”

“I’ve got to get to work,” I squeak.

“Uh, come on.”

“You’re insatiable,” I reply, giggling as I do exactly what he suggests.

In the end, I am late, but only by a couple of minutes. I caught up time by washing and drying my hair in the quickest time ever.

“You look better. You’ve got more colour in your face.”

I acknowledge Beth’s comment while she gets us both a coffee from the machine. Something I thought I’d have to wait another few months for. Beth continually does little things for me, blaming herself for me losing the baby. She thinks if she hadn’t told me about seeing Skull, I wouldn’t have miscarried.

I’ve tried to explain I assign no blame to her, but she’s convinced it was somehow her fault.

Perhaps it would help to let her in on my secret. I lean in and whisper so only she can hear, “Pyro and I are trying for a baby. No one else knows, so keep it to yourself.”

“You are?” Her delight is palpable. Then her face falls. “But isn’t it too soon?”

“Physically, no, emotionally it’s down to the couple. This is my chance to do it right.”

“With the right man.”

I nod. “Exactly.”

It won’t replace the baby I’ve lost and who I’ll always mourn, but hopefully my son will have a brother or sister even though they’ll never meet in this world.

“So,” Beth catches up with me during the lunch break, when I’m not reading the book Pyro suggested, “you going to Denver to get the ball rolling this weekend?”

I’d told her what I was going to be doing and working with my dad to bring Skull down.

I nod around a mouthful of sandwich. “Yes. I think I’m in a better place now. A couple of weeks back I wouldn’t have been able to stand up to being questioned.”

The normally gentle woman’s face hardens. “I hope you bring him down. He should go to prison for what he’s done to you.”

As the break time is over, we part and go back to our respective desks, me thinking on the way, a prison cell is just where I’d like Skull to be.

The day passes like any other, boring and uneventful. The hours ticking by slower than normal as I’m looking forward to seeing my parents again, and this time having Pyro beside me. They’d only seen him when I was at my lowest point, and while I know they admire how he’d supported me; it will be good for them to get to know him as he really is.

We take the car, I haven’t been on the back of Pyro’s bike for ages and would have enjoyed having my arms around him, but the weather’s not looking particularly good for riding this weekend. The two-hour journey passes fast as we fill the time with talk about our week at work. While neither of us feel we need to comment on how we’ve moved our relationship up a notch, there are touches, gestures, and heated looks which say more than a hundred words ever could.

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