He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. “Let me go lock the door.”
He started to leave, but she caught his hand. “Hey.” He turned. “I know this has been a lot for you,” she said. “A lot of change in a really short time. Some of it uncomfortable.”
Ken leaned in and kissed her. “Considering you’re the one who’s pregnant, I think I got the better end of the deal.” He smiled.
“Go lock that door, and you can getlucky,” she teased.
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Excellent. I’ll be right back.”
And he was, just seconds later.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around him, looking into his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
Love you, too, Dewi. So damned much.”
“I guess we need to figure out what her name’s going to be, don’t we?” He’d said he wanted the final choice to be hers, but she couldn’t decide.
“Eventually, we should, yeah. But we still have plenty of time.”
She smiled and started unfastening his shorts.
“Wait,” he said. “Guns.” He removed his from the holster in his back waistband and set it on the bedside table while Dewi did the same.
Thus disarmed, she focused on him once more. She loved how he buried his fingers in her hair as she freed his cock from his briefs and went down on him.
His deep, needy groan felt like it rolled through her, calling to primal forces within her soul and building her hunger for him. She took her time, teasing him and savoring him, laving her tongue over the head of his cock and enjoying the way his hips rocked in time with her movements.
He pulled his shirt off and dropped it onto the floor, reaching out and pulling her shirt off of her, too. She paused what she was doing long enough to let him, then went back to licking and sucking him.
He cupped her head in his hands as he slowly fucked her mouth, his fingers threaded through her hair.
This was one of the best parts of their mate bond—feeling his emotions, having no doubts about his love for her and knowing he could feel that from her, too.
May our children know this kind of happiness.
Before long they were both naked and Ken had rolled her on top of him in a sixty-nine so he could reciprocate. As Dewi lost herself in what she was doing, and in what he was doing to her, the pleasure building between them, she realized maybethiswas what true happiness felt like.
Not just the sex, duh.
The trust.
The love.
The feeling that her soul was complete, and dreams were within her grasp.
She came first, pleasure spiraling through her, winding and twisting until it snapped free and every nerve ending echoed with her climax. He rolled her over and changed positions, turning, smiling down at her as he entered her.
“My turn,” he said, his voice tinged with that deep, sexy rumble she’d learned meant he was tapping into that dominant thread within him.
She shivered with pleasure, moving with him, thrusting her hips in time with his. Ken took his time, a very patient man, obviously wanting to make her come again before he finally got his.
It didn’t take her long, her body squeezing his cock as he sped up, pounding into her and filling her, finally falling still and kissing her.
She inhaled, deeply. Licking his shoulder, she could taste the hints of salt spray from their walk, and to her soul, it tasted like perfection.
For tonight, she shoved her paranoia and worries to the side and opted to bask in the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, itwouldbe possible for her to have it all.
Chapter Eleven
