Page 60 of Totally Shipped
“Don’t come knocking if this shelter is rocking,” she giggles.
I growl a response, my senses overwhelmed by the smell, taste, and feel of her. I want to rip her shirt, push open her thighs, grab at her ass, but I stop myself. She is fragile and exhausted. I’ll make love to her by not making love to her.
“Let me get you food and water, and I’ll massage your feet. There is coconut already warm by the fire.”
“That all sounds great, but first, please don’t stop holding me. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
Her hands are moving over my chest, stroking my face, playing with my hair. I love it all.
And it makes me groan, this restraint is fucking hard. My mouth waters to suck on her nipple.
“We are not going any further than this,” I tell her. My fucking voice is croaking. “No further than this until you regain all your energy. And you need to put on weight, you’re so skinny.”
Despite her pregnant swell, her hip bones jut out and I can see her ribcage. It’s not good.
“We are going to fatten you up, and I want you sleeping ten hours a day, you hear me?”
“That does sound really good,” she sighs. “I want you so badly, but baby needs have to come first.”
I grin at her. “This will not be the last time our lovemaking is interrupted by the baby, so we might as well get used to it.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I just want to be filled up with your cock.”
My name is Rex Malone, and I’m feeling joy.
“I’ll go fetch some food.”
As soon as I emerge, Keyara speeds into the tent. Leander, Gray, Killian are sitting around the fire. They look up as I exit the shelter, all three of them grinning.
“WHAT?”
“Nothing, brother, nothing at all.”
GRAY
“Hey, babe?”
I feel an arm go around me and Killian breathes into my neck. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah.”
No, yes, I don’t know.
I turn around and see him and Daisy looking at me with worried faces.
“Talk to us, Gray,” Daisy pleads. “Don’t keep it bottled up.”
She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. Daisy is very hard to say no to.
“It’s this whole Harvey,” I mumble. “It fried my brain. Like, I set out to kill him. Then didn’t kill him, and then he died anyway. I don’t know how to think about myself. Am I a good man? A bad man?”
Am I my father?
“Babe,” Killian says immediately. “You’re the best a man can be.”
“It’s true,” agrees Daisy. “Come on, let's go walk along the wet sand, you can talk it out with us.”
We walk to the far end of the beach, then snuggle in the shade of a large pine tree. I’m in the middle. Killian holds my left hand, Daisy my right.
