K. Lynn - Reciprocity

I drew in a shuddering breath when his fingers moved across my clit, pressing in. Before I could even reach between us, he grabbed my wrists, distracting me with a kiss, and pinned them over my head.

“I want to touch you.” I whimpered, rocking against him.

He groaned, hips rocking, then crashed his lips to mine. No longer soft, we were full of want.

“You’ve had me worked up since yesterday. I want to ram my cock in you and fuck you until we’re both unconscious.”

“Then do it. We have the rest of our lives for lovemaking.”

A growl ripped from him and he flipped us over. I was still in shock of the change when he lined up and pushed me down on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled back, fingers flexing into his chest.

I cried out when his hips thrust up, hitting the spot that made my body sing for him.

“People are going to hear you.”

I looked down at him. “So? Don’t you want them to hear what you do to me?”

He gritted his teeth and flexed his hips up, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck. I want everyone to hear what I do to you. I want the whole damn island to know you’re mine. Now get your ass moving and ride me like a good whore.”

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. He knew what his dirty mouth did to me.

I moved up and down his length, bouncing with each upward thrust and downward roll. He pushed on me, directing me where to go, cursing under his breath. My eyes fell closed, reveling in the feeling as my body took over, driving us both to the edge.

“Shit. That’s it, baby.”

My mouth dropped open and my muscles seized, coiled tight. He took over, holding me above him while he thrust up, drilling into me.

It was too much, and I screamed out as I came around him. Everything left me, and I fell forward onto his chest. He guided me up and down a few more times before grunting as he exploded.

“What happened to savoring?” I was breathing too hard to even lift my head.

“Overrated.” He chuckled. “But it’s a nice idea.”

“Agreed.” I turned my head to look at him and smiled. “I like our version better.”

He caressed up and down my arm. “Me too.” His thumb moved across my cheek as we stared into each other’s eyes. “I just can’t help myself with you. All my good ideas go out the window the second you touch me.”

“Don’t ever stop touching me.”

“Never.”

After I regained my breath, I peeled my body from his and moved to the bathroom. There was a chuckle from the bed as I walked.

“Best fucking sight ever—my come sliding down your thighs.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

Once I was done cleaning up, I threw a wet washcloth at him.

I crawled back into bed, snuggling into his side. We lay there, tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. There was peace and happiness all around that I never wanted to end.

“I want to put something out there, and I want you to keep an open mind, please,” he said, interrupting the waves crashing against the shore.

I looked up at him skeptically. “You already fuck my ass.”

He blinked down at me before his lip curled up, and he let out a chuckle. His lips pressed against my forehead. “Not that, my minx. Something a bit more life altering than anal sex.”

I grinned at him. “I don’t know, anal was pretty life altering.”

He groaned. “You better start working that ass open, because when I’m done I’m going to shove my cock in.”

“But you just…” I trailed off, the twitch of his cock against his stomach drawing my eyes down.

“Just the thought of fucking your sweet ass gets me hard at any time.”

I looked up from the entrancing sight of his hardening cock. “All right, baby.”

“And bringing me back to the subject.”

“Life altering?”

“Yes.” He paused, seeming unsure of how to proceed. “We haven’t talked about it, but what do you think about kids?”

I was frozen in shock. “What?”

His eyes were locked on mine as he spoke. “I want us to have a baby.”

I sat up and backed away slightly, swallowing hard. “Nate, I… I don’t know anything about babies or being a mom.”

He sat up as well, his hand brushing my hair behind my ear. “No, but we can learn. You are so loving, Honeybear. I know you’ll love our children with all that you have. And, you already know how not to treat them.”

My eyes were wild, looking around the room for anything to get away from the conversation. Once again, it was a subject I’d never broached. I didn’t have a yearning for children, even with my biological clock ticking down. Maybe it was because a loving family was never in my reality scope before I met Nathan.

He changed everything, and now he was still changing me, making me face what I’d thought was an utter impossibility.

“You want a baby? Really?” Another fear popped up, almost like I was willing him to say I was right, but at the same time starting to dream about that future. “What about the Marconi?”

“They’ll always be there, and Darren’s right—I don’t want them to stop me from living my life. I want you to have my baby more than anything. I want a family with you, Lila. So why wait?”

I was shaking slightly at the thought. Nathan, my husband, was asking me, begging me, to have a family. How could I deny him when I could feel how much he wanted it?

My mind drifted back to a long ago dream at one of the worst times in my life. In it, we had three children, and our lives seemed to be filled with nothing but happiness. A warmth spread through me at the romantic ideals my subconscious had come up with.

Yes, I did want the dream. I was afraid, very much so, but that warmth, the love, overpowered the doubt.

“Okay,” I said in a low voice, then tried again. “Okay, let’s make a family.”

His face broke out into one of the most brilliant smiles I had ever seen. He took my face in his hands and brought my lips to his in a heated kiss.

“Thank you.”

Nathan

Waking up in paradise was bittersweet. It was the last day of our honeymoon, and we were heading back to Indianapolis in a few short hours. Lila was snuggled into my side, naked, as the sounds of the ocean filled my ears and the warmth of the sun coming through the windows heated my skin.

A part of me wanted to stay. If we were two thousand miles away, Marconi would never know what transpired a week ago. Going home meant the possibility, a very good one, of him finding out about Lila. No matter how much I tried to beat back the fear, it still sat in the back of my mind—the beast prowling in his iron cage. He knew and tore at my insides to remind me. My chest tightened at just the thought of it all.

I stroked my fingers up and down her arm, staring at the white gold band on my hand, still in awe that I’d done it.

“Fuck. Me,” I whispered as I watched the ring on my finger while my hand drifted up her side.

She twitched, but otherwise she kept still and was completely relaxed as she continued to dream.

I smiled—even while she was out of it, she was still so damn beautiful.

I ran a fingertip down her arm and watched the flesh turn from pale to a light pink.

It took me back to the moment when I decided to ask Lila to marry me. The second morning she woke in my arms after officially moving in with me was when it hit—I wanted to be with her every day for the rest of my life.

Just like today, we had woken up together, but there was something surreal about that moment. It wasn’t her place and my place. It was our place—our home. Lila’s clothes took up residence in the master closet hanging opposite of mine. Her furniture and décor filled the rooms. The spare bedrooms were no longer empty.

I was no longer empty.

I sighed and looked at her face. She was still sleeping—my mild attempts to wake her didn’t work, but I wasn’t trying that hard.

She was mine, and I was hers.

And I wanted everyone to know it.

I blew across her skin, smiling as the goose bumps rose. Her face scrunched up in annoyance and she snuggled deeper against me.

I loved Lila, and I never wanted to be without her.

With her, I was reborn.

I lightly ran the tip of my nose across her temple and inhaled the scent of her hair.

“No more hiding for us. We were never very good at that anyway, but that doesn’t matter now. None of it does. What matters is I’ll always be here for you. Through the upcoming trial…” My gut twisted. Would it break her to live through all those fucked up memories of Adam she’d buried so deep? In some ways it was good that he came after her. It made me realize exactly how much I loved her and needed her in every way. “No one will ever hurt you again, and we won’t ever be separated. I promise.” I kissed her shoulder and released a soft breath across her skin. “I’ll protect you with my dying breath. You’ll always be safe from now on.”

I stared out the open window, watching the palm fronds sway in the breeze and listening to the waves crash against the shore. Every day should have this kind of peace, but my memories wouldn’t shut off, and neither would my fears that she might be a target now.

There was a smile on her lips as she slept, one I’d put there. I wanted to see her dreams, but I was content knowing she had peace and happiness.

Anything. I’d do anything to make her happy. My lips passed over her forehead. She was my missing half.

A high-pitched squeak accompanied her body stretching against mine, her mouth open in a long yawn. I chuckled to myself, looking over her well-sexed body. It was complete with multiple bite marks to let everyone know she was taken.