“Well,” Bea begins, “we’re both due around Halloween, within days of each other.”
In my whole life, Carver’s intense nature has never lessened, but when he approaches us today, his raw emotions are on display as he pulls Saint and me in for a tight hug. “Proud of you two,” he says as he releases us into my mom’s hold. Dad stands back a bit, fighting back his own happiness.
“Another baby!” Mom smiles into my cheek as she kisses me. “I’m so happy for you both, sweethearts.” Raising her other hand, she places it on Saint’s scruffy cheek. “A baby,” she sighs, radiating joy.
Meadow makes her way over, unable to hold back her own tears as her arms wrap around her son. “I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad!” She cups his cheeks and draws him down to kiss each one. “You’re both going to be amazing parents!”
The afternoon goes on like that until both mothers have stuffed Bea and me so full that we beg for mercy. Ariella is thrilled that not only will she be a big sister but also have another cousin.
By the time we walk in our door, I’m so exhausted I could fall asleep on my feet. Saint has other plans, however. “Head up to bed, strip down, and I’ll be right there.”
Biting my lip, I follow orders. Removing my clothes and tossing them in the hamper before flopping back in bed and closing my eyes. I don’t need to worry about what Saint is doing because he has my complete trust. He always has.
Floating in and out of awareness, I hum when I hear him enter the room. His grumbly chuckle makes my body stir while my mind rests. The rustling of clothes tells me he’s stripping off his clothes, and a minute later, the bed dips before his hands grab me and pull me up the bed.
“I knew something was different,” he whispers against my belly, flicking his tongue out and laying kisses all around. “You know how much I love you.”
Humming my answer, I feel him shake his head in amusement as he travels lower, spreading my legs and burying his face in my pussy.
If there’s one thing this man loves almost as much as me, it’s inducing orgasms with his mouth on my tender flesh. “I want three,” he grunts, nuzzling against my exposed bundle of nerves, enjoying making me squirm first.
“I want five,” I counter, my eyes still closed, voice tinged by sleep.
“Anything you want,” he responds right before wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking until I wiggle around in his hold as a sharp orgasm bites at me, and I cry out. “There’s one.” Readjusting his position, Saint slips two fingers in my pussy and begins massaging that spot that makes me scream, taking me to the edge and back until I gush for him. He covers me with his mouth, licking and sucking me down until nothing is left but me panting and wondering if I can handle five. “That’s two.”
I groan, a little afraid of what’s next.
Turning my body to my side, Saint lifts my leg over his shoulder and attacks my hole with his tongue, licking and flicking inside of me. “Saint, please,” I beg, feeling the buzzing in my toes, causing me to writhe until he pins me in place and bites down on my clit again, lashing it with his tongue.
I curl into myself as the pleasure intensifies, yet I’m somehow shocked when another orgasm rushes through my veins like fire, blacking out my vision as my body floats on air.
“Three was beautiful, sweet haven.” Saint drops my leg and kisses along the side of my body while covering me with his, tickling my sensitive skin with his chest hair. “Now for the real show.” His rumbly voice makes me shiver while he positions me again on my knees for him. “Love your ass from this view.”
Stretching out and arching my back, his brawny hands grip each cheek as he holds me still, flexing his fingers and squeezing me while slipping his dick into my soaked, waiting pussy.
As he sinks in, we both groan. Me because I’m so damn sensitive, and him because it’s where he loves to be most. “You always feel so good,” I whisper back to him, turning my head to meet his heated stare. The emotions in his eyes take my breath away.
Fisting my hair in one hand, he gently tugs until my back and his front are plastered together, and he sinks deeper inside of me. “Thank you for giving me the world.”
Tears pinch the corners of my eyes when he cups my belly and begins slowly sliding in and out, stealing any rational thought I might have as a fourth orgasm steams through me. Too fast, but that’s what he does to me. Everything is so easy with Saint.
Gasping from the impact, I say, “I was thinking, if it’s a girl, I like the name Seren.”
Burying his face in my neck, one hand slinks down my body while the other glides upwards. “Beautiful.” His lips softly brush my ear while his fingers pinch and play with my clit and nipples.
The pleasure turns painful now, and I know when I go off again, it’ll be powerful.
“I love you, Saint. Thank you for never giving up on me.” Twisting my head, our lips meet, and his hips thrust with more power, hitting every spot that’ll make me shoot off like a rocket.
He doesn’t release me until I start screaming, and he joins me. Groaning loudly in my ear until I hear him say, “That’s a perfect number five.”
Epilogue One
SAINT
For months, I’ve watched my sweet wife grow into a strong, capable woman. I’ve helped her through the painful memories, the flashbacks, and occasionally, the nightmares. But nothing prepared me for what she’s going through now.
We’ve done the classes, watched the videos, but not once did I realize just how excruciating birth would be for Lake. She’s taking it like a champ, however. She’s breathing, humming, moving, rocking. Lake is doing everything, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
