Maya Banks - Colters’ Wife

They’d been nothing but excruciatingly gentle since she’d returned to them, never taking her in the way they had before. They made love to her reverently, almost as if they were afraid they’d hurt her.

Sure, not a day—hell, an hour—went by that they didn’t touch her, caress her, shower her with tenderness, but it wasn’t the same as making love to her.

“I won’t break,” she said.

A ragged sigh of frustration broke from Ryan’s chest.

“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby. Adam, Ethan and I discussed this. We think it would be best to wait until after the baby’s born.”

A frown tugged on her eyebrows. She rose up on one elbow and glared down at Ryan.

“Let me get this straight. You and your brothers decided, on your own, without consulting me, that you would be abstaining until after our baby is born?”

He eyed her cautiously. “Uh, yeah.”

She pressed her lips into a tight line. “I see. And did it never occur to you that maybe I had no desire to abstain? Since when do you make my decisions for me?”

He looked at her in complete befuddlement, the look of a man who knew he was cornered and had no idea what to say to get out of it.

She almost grinned, but it would completely ruin the stern look she was trying to effect. Instead she leaned down and pressed her lips to his chest. She licked the lines between his hard muscles, dipping down to explore his rigid six pack.

His breath escaped in a long hiss. “Holly, I don’t think…I don’t think this is a good idea.”

She raised her head to look him in the eye. “That’s your problem. You’re thinking way too much.”

She slid off the bed, taking only enough time to shimmy out of her clothes before she crawled back on top of him.

Her fingers dipped to the button of his jeans. “The way I see it, you have a couple of choices,” she began. “One, you can take off your jeans like a good boy, or two, you can suffer the wrath of a hormone-crazy pregnant woman.”

“Well, when you put it that way.”

His hands reached down to fumble with his jeans. They shook as he shoved the denim down his hips. A few seconds later, he was naked, his cock straining upward.

A surge of desire shot through her system, leaving her breathless. Not giving him any time to change his mind, she put her hands on his chest to brace herself then threw one leg over his hips.

His hands supported her shoulders as she reached down to position his cock at her pussy entrance. Then she sank down, sheathing him in one motion.

Ryan threw back his head, eyes shut tight as he clenched his teeth. She smiled. She might be a little rusty, but that wasn’t exactly her fault since they hadn’t exactly been willing participants of late. But she was going to remedy that. Starting now.

His hands slid down her body, over the curves and swells until they settled on her hips. She began a slow, sensuous ride, determined to punish him for holding out on her. He’d be begging for mercy before she was finished.

She leaned forward, letting her hair fall over his chest as she continued to roll her hips. Aching, exquisite pleasure built in her pelvis, curling like fire in her abdomen. God, she’d missed him too.

Her fingers curled into his chest. She panted as she felt the slow rise of her orgasm. No, she wouldn’t end this so quickly. She sank down again and paused, enjoying the feel of him embedded so deeply inside her.

“Jesus, Holly, you can’t stop now.”

The low, desperate sound of his voice sent a thrill through her chest. She stared into his eyes and grinned mischievously. She raised her hips one tiny inch before sliding back down.

“You’re so taking advantage of the fact that I can’t pay you back for this,” Ryan grumbled.

His hands traveled around her hips to cup her ass. He arched into her, thrusting deeper into her.

She knew she wasn’t going to last very long. And then he moved one of his hands between her legs. His fingers found her clit and began stroking the quivering flesh. She gave up on making him suffer and picked up her pace.

Her knees dug into his sides as her body tightened. Every muscle strained, reaching, begging for release. Her breath tore out of her lungs like fire.

Ryan surged upward and let out a cry as he came. A few seconds later, her orgasm followed.

He caught her as she slumped forward. Gently, he eased her to his side, curling his arms around her as he held her close. They both heaved for breath as their hearts beat erratically in the aftermath.

He kissed her hair, stroking a hand down her back as she shuddered with aftershocks.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked against her ear.

She shook her head and nuzzled closer to him.

“Adam and Ethan are going to kick my ass over this,” he said wryly.

She smiled and pulled away to look at him. “No, they won’t. I don’t plan on giving them the opportunity.”

“Uh oh.”

“Don’t you worry about your brothers,” she said. “I have plans for them.”

Holly didn’t miss the suspicious stares of Adam and Ethan when she reappeared in the kitchen at lunchtime. The questioning glances turned to scowls when Ryan strode in behind her, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

They continued to frown at him for the entire meal until finally Ryan excused himself, mumbling something about checking the horses. Holly smiled and looked down so the others wouldn’t see her reaction.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” Ethan muttered as he put away his plate.

Adam continued to pick at his food, staring over at Holly every once in a while. She waited until Ethan had been gone for a few minutes before casually putting away her own plate.

She avoided Adam’s stare and headed toward the bathroom.

The mirrors weren’t fogged when she slipped in. The sound of the shower echoed in the large bathroom, and she could feel the chill from the spray clear across the room. She suppressed a chuckle. A cold shower wouldn’t do Ethan any good once he stepped out and found her naked and waiting.

She shimmied out of her clothing and tossed the pants and shirt aside. The water turned off then Ethan stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel on the rack. He still hadn’t seen her, and she capitalized on the surprise angle.

Noiselessly, she closed the distance between them and reached her hand out to caress his ass. He tensed as her arm snaked around his hips, dipping to his groin.

His cock swelled in her hand, and she smiled.

He groaned softly. “You’re not playing fair, doll.”

She pressed a kiss to the center of his back, nibbling a path up his spine. “Neither are you.”

He shuddered against her lips then turned around to face her, holding the towel over his groin. He cupped her face with one hand and bent to kiss her. She knew it for what it was. A brush-off.

To hell with that.

She yanked the towel away and cupped his erection in her hands, boldly sliding her fingers over the length.

She leveled a stern look at him. “I’ll give you the same two choices I offered Ryan. You can give in like a good boy or suffer the wrath of a hormonal pregnant woman.”

He sucked in his breath and held it then let it out with a curse. “I knew that asshole caved.”

She grinned wickedly. “Just like you’re going to.”

He arched an eyebrow then his expression softened. “Doll, I don’t want to hurt you or our baby. You’re tired. Worn out. No way I’m placing more demands on you. I can wait.”

She rose up on tiptoe and kissed him. “But I can’t.”

He stared down at her, indecision wrinkling his brow. Then she went for the kill.

“Please.”

He closed his eyes, and she knew she’d won. Manipulative? Probably. But she wasn’t going to waste time feeling guilty when the three of them were harboring misplaced fears about hurting her.

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She moaned as she melted into his body. She needed this. Wanted it. Craved it.

“I’m not fucking you on the bathroom counter again,” he muttered as he gently picked her up.

She giggled as he carried her into the bedroom.

Holly stepped outside the kitchen door and closed her eyes as the breeze blew over her. She felt invigorated. The fatigue that had hung so heavy over her in the last weeks had dissipated and in its stead, a refreshed energy had taken hold. She felt lighter, freer, and she’d slept wonderfully the past two nights after she’d waylaid Ryan and Ethan.

Adam…well, he was another story. He’d avoided her for the last two days. If she wasn’t so certain as to why, it would have hurt her feelings, but she knew why he was running. But he couldn’t hide from her forever.

She found him in the barn mucking one of the stalls. She stood watching him, his shirt off, muscles bulging as he worked.

After a few moments, he turned around as if sensing her presence. Concern creased his brow and he walked over to where she stood.

“Baby, is everything okay?”

She smiled and nodded.

He frowned. “You shouldn’t be out here. You should be inside resting.”

There was more emphasis on the resting part. He was almost accusatory in his tone since he knew damn well she’d made love to Ryan and Ethan.

“I wanted some fresh air, and honestly, Adam, you worry way too much. I’m fine. I feel great.”

He tugged her into his arms and held her there for a long moment. His heart beat against her cheek and she nuzzled further into his embrace.

She slid one hand down to cup the denim-covered bulge between his legs. He backed away in a hurry, separating himself from her.