Suddenly, she screams and bucks, and I fucking see stars. I pull out, turn her onto her hands and knees and plunge while her inner muscles clench around me.
She pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust. My mind becomes one with hers as she makes me climb higher and fucking higher. There is no control here, just primal need.
Knowing she’s carrying my child is gasoline on my already raging fire. When she reaches a second orgasm, I go over the top with her and find this sweet heaven. After, I rest us on our sides, still connected with her back to my chest.
“I love you.” She turns her head when I nuzzle her neck.
“I love you, too. Never doubt it.”
“I won’t. I know. Hormones make a woman brain-dead. It’s a wonder the species survives. Still, I wish I could stay in DC.”
“I know luv, but I don’t want you here, not with all the shit going down. I’ll be back in New York for good by the first of the year. Besides, you’ve clients to see, right?”
She sighs heavily. “’Tis the season for many people to get depressed over the holidays. I’ve got so much work, I can’t keep up.”
I pull out of her and turn her so I can read her face. “What about you? Are you depressed?”
“No, no. I just wish we could do Thanksgiving together. It doesn’t seem right how we’re going to miss our very first.”
I don’t see how one day matters all that much but don’t say so. “What’s important is we have each other.”
I make love to her again, this time slower and we wake up again, in the middle of the night. I wonder if lack of sleep might hurt the baby so I let her snooze. When she wakes, she’s so fucking beautiful with her blond hair haloing her face on the pillow, I lose it and make love again.
It’s hard to believe six months ago I was a confirmed bachelor. Being a bodyguard is not a profession geared for family life so I never figured on having one.
I thank God for the life-changing night in a compound in Utah. Without the cult and that fucked-up leader, I never would’ve met Blakely or made a baby with her.
The next two days go too fast and when I put her on the plane, I wish to hell I could tell her to stay but don’t. I got a feeling. Whatever is going on with the senator is going to get worse before it gets better.
