Page 35 of Never Say Never

I grin as heat shoots through me. “You got me.”

I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her open, then lower my head to her and lick a path along her slit, lingering on her clit, and then back down again, over and over, making her moan and thrust against me.

Wet and hot and like honey, that’s how she tastes right then. I suck on her clit and she cries out, “More.”

I plan on definitely giving her more. Way more. I slide a finger into her. Two then three, pumping her, loving the way she grinds up against me, the way she begs for more and I need that, too. I rise up and over her and take her mouth, deep.

She opens for me and our tongues dance, the kiss turning carnal as she reaches down for my fly and undoes it, her fingers pulling me free and up to her. “I need you,” she says, biting my lip.

I growl into her. I don’t need any more incentive and I pull her legs up to my shoulders and, removing my fingers, line myself up and push into her tight canal. I bang into her over and over again, my balls tightening, my need for her climbing until I spill inside her, pumping in hard, my entire body alive and flooded with ecstasy.

“I love you,” she says against me as her body clenches tight around me. “Oh, God, Travis, I love you.”

And as my cock twitches, wrapped in her heat, I say, “I love you, too.”

When we finally catch our breath, I don’t take her fast and hard, like my body is demanding. No. Now is the time for slow and sensual, and I take my time exploring her, touching, tasting, kissing, and when I put my mouth on her once again, I use my tongue and fingers to bring her to orgasm, over and over and when she is shaking so hard, I drive myself home and make love to her like she is my own personal goddess, and maybe, I think, perhaps she is.

When we come down, we lie together, wrapped in each other. And she snuggles in against me, her blonde hair tickling my nose, her scent in the air and her body soft and warm and mine.

“Here.” I rise and pull her up with me, taking the quilt and picking her up and carrying her to the sofa where we can soak up the heat of the fire. I settle down with her in my arms and I kiss her forehead. “That’s better.”

She squeezes my forearm. “All of this is wonderful.”

“Y’know, you keep starting to say things and stop yourself, like you can’t believe this is all yours, this life with me.”

She sucks in an audible breath. “I can’t.” She twists to look up at me. “I mean, I can, I’m here, but… Travis, my life wasn’t like yours. No happy family until my grandparents came along. I’m used to being by myself.”

I want to push but don’t. “You’ve got me, now, baby.”

“I do.” Reaching up, she pushes the hair back from my forehead, her fingers skimming down along my cheek. “I have both of you. I guess I’m still getting used to us being a family.”

My heart swells in my chest. “That’s okay, Brandi. We have the rest of our lives to get used to it.”

“We do.”

The note of wonder in her voice threatens to break something inside me and I turn into her hand and kiss her palm as she curls her hand against me. “All the time in the world.”

Time really does stand still. Things shift, meld between us in those sweet three days, and Monday night I really don’t want to head back to the real world. This precious time with Brandi, my wife, is a gift from above and if I could, I’d keep the two of us like that, suspended in our little cocoon of sex and kisses, of laughter and warm touches, going forever.

But it won’t be the two of us much longer. Soon she’ll swell with my baby and the world will know that she’s mine. We are, Brandi informed me, at the three-month stage where things will really begin to change. Anxious beyond words, I both look forward to feeling our baby move, and want to slow it down, savor this time with the woman who knocked my world on its side.

Reality comes rushing back when I park outside the house that is now ours after the best nights of my life. I reluctantly wake her so we can go inside.

Brandi yawns and smiles. “Home already?”

“Yeah, babe. C’mon.” I take her inside and she reaches for our bag, but I stop her. “You look worn out. Go to bed, and I’ll put everything away. Okay?”

She nods and takes the stairs and I watch her ass move in the confines of the dress and my cock starts to harden.

With a laugh, I shake my head and go to grab a snack, pulling my phone from my bag. Our honeymoon has turned me into some kind of ravenous teenager.

Turning on my phone, I make two PB and J sandwiches—one for me and one for Brandi. I am just about to carry them upstairs when the pings come in like machine gun fire on my phone.

All from my mother.

With a frown, I set everything down and read through the messages. A whole lot of call me, along with everything’s okay, but call me.

My heart beating a wild rhythm in my chest as my fingers tingle with some kind of foreboding, I do just that.

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