Page 72 of Brood
“Have I?” He’s murmuring through one short, sweet kiss after another.
“Yes. Of course, you’ve had many more years than I have.”
He huffs. “Many?”
“Yes. Many.” I’m smiling against his mouth as I tease him. “But I don’t mind.”
“Don’t you?”
“Of course not. I have no idea how I made it through every day without my sweet, grumpy old man.” I run my hands from his head and down his bare back until I’m cupping and squeezing his bottom through the underwear he’s still wearing.
Mine came off a long time ago.
He grunts with amused objection at my choice of words. But I can sense rather than see his expression changing—softening, deepening—as he holds himself above me, gazing down. “Cadence, I’m going to say this now just in case things go wrong today: This old man remembers exactly what one bleak, hopeless day after another felt like before you got dropped into my life. Even the good things couldn’t break through the oppressive weight life was for me back then.”
I reach up to cup the side of his face. “Will.”
“It didn’t happen immediately. But it happened. And one day I woke up and realized I was excited to see what would happen. I wanted to live out that day and then the next day because I got to do it with you.”
“Will,” I whisper again, emotion tight in my throat and my eyes.
“I’d never experienced anything like it, so I wasn’t sure what to do with it. That’s why I was so grumpy and closed off with you even after things got better between us.”
I giggle at this. “I thought grumpy and closed off was just your normal personality.”
“Maybe it is.” He smiles as he presses a soft kiss against my lips. “But I think I just didn’t…I didn’t know how to deal with all these feelings.”
“I didn’t know either. We dealt with it differently, but I wasn’t much better at it than you. But we figured it out.”
“We did. And I have hope now. That we’ll get out of here today. And that we can make sure Bun grows up understanding real feelings like that.”
One tear leaks out of my eye at that, but I get distracted when Will kisses me again. This one is long and deep and hot, and it’s not long before my body pulses with new arousal.
Will has been turned on this whole time. The shape of his cock is hard and tempting against my middle. As we kiss, I work on pulling off his underwear until he finally straightens and reaches down to yank them all the way off.
Then he fits himself between my legs. Edges his cock all the way inside me. And kisses me again as he starts to thrust.
We manage pretty well for a while, both of us making hungry sounds into the kiss as our bodies move together in a steady, eager rhythm. But eventually the effort and pleasure are too much. I break out of the kiss and gasp and moan, dragging my fingernails down Will’s back.
He straightens his arms for better leverage and fucks me fast and hard, grunting and gazing down at me in the dark room. The bed squeaks as I buck my hips up to meet his thrusts, and it’s not long before the coiled pleasure releases in waves. I cry out hoarsely when I shake through the climax and fight to focus enough to see Will as he comes too.
His hips jerk. His low grunts turn into a stretched exclamation that sounds like “love” and my name. Then he’s releasing inside me with a satisfied groan.
I love the feel of him coming in hard spurts. I might get pregnant again.
I want to. We both do. Despite the way I’ve been telling myself for two months that it will be easier to make our escape if I’m not overwhelmed with morning sickness the whole time.
Bun will be eight months old next week.
If everything goes according to plan, he’ll pass that milestone on the surface, all three of us out of the Refuge at last.
* * *
Later, I meet Bella in the Meadow during our afternoon break.
We have logistics to go over.
And I have to say goodbye.
