My memory comes flooding back. The shots… The fire… My father is dead. He can’t hurt me ever again. He can’t hurt any member of my new family either.
I start crying, but my tears are from a place of relief. I will not grieve that man. I won’t. He was so mean for so long.
“It’s okay to feel sad,” Adam whispers.
Sitting taller in his lap, I meet his gaze. “I don’t feel sad. I’m angry, and I’m glad he’s dead.”
“No matter what he did, he was still your father. It’s natural to feel the loss. I bet he was a pretty good guy when your mom was alive.”
I shake my head. “He was never a good guy. He simply controlled himself better when my mother ran interference. It’s his fault she died. If she’d gone to the hospital…” My voice trails off. I can’t think about the past. Mama is gone. I’ll never get her back.
Adam’s mother is also gone. Now neither of us has any parents. That fact makes me sadder.
Adam threads his fingers in my hair and gives a tug, pulling my head back. “We’re together, Rebekah. Nothing will stop us. We’re a team. You and me. Forever and always.”
I take a deep inhale and chase away the bad thoughts. I won’t let them ruin my new life. Swiping away the last of my tears, I twist around in my husband’s lap until I’m straddling him.
We’re both naked. He insisted we sleep this way even after everything that happened in the night. He even made a production out of putting one of his T-shirts and a pair of boxers on a chair next to his side of the bed, telling me that would be our plan from now on. At least in an emergency, I can pull on his shirt and he can shrug into his shorts.
I’m glad we slept naked now because my husband’s cock is pressed against my slit, and I take the opportunity to rub against him, needing the friction more than my next breath.
When his hands come to my breasts so he can cup them reverently, I shiver. He’s so good to me.
“Can I really give birth in a hospital?” I ask, still baffled by this idea.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll make it happen. It’s safe. Not that there’s anything wrong with home births if that’s what a woman prefers, but I’ll feel much less worried if you’re someplace where you can get medical intervention if necessary. Sometimes babies face the wrong direction. Sometimes, they need to come out through the mother’s stomach instead of her vagina. That can only happen in a hospital.”
“A C-section, you mean? My mother told me about those. I don’t quite understand it. Sounds scary.”
“I’m sure it is scary, but the doctors know what they’re doing. Women have C-sections all the time.”
I keep rubbing my clit against his thick shaft. It’s hard to focus, but the conversation we’re having emboldens me. I’m not nearly as worried about giving birth now that I know professionals will be present to keep me and the baby from dying.
His intense expression and words are sexy. He cares about me. He doesn’t want anything to happen to me. It warms my soul and makes me want him to fill me again with his seed.
He brings his lips to mine and whispers against my mouth, “Do you want my cock inside you, firecracker?”
“Yes, please.”
“Feel like trying another position, sweetheart?”
I shiver as he makes that suggestion. “Yes,” I breathe out. I’ll never turn him down. How many positions are there? I had no idea people had sex any other way than with the woman on her back and the man thrusting into her from above.
Adam taught me differently when I straddled him and rode him like a stallion. What next?
Adam lifts me off his lap and settles me on my knees next to him. “Hands and knees, little firecracker. Let’s see how you like being taken from behind.”
I suck in a breath, confused, while he crawls behind me and grabs my hips.
“Spread your knees, Rebekah. I’m going to line my cock up with your entrance and thrust into you. Try to stay on your hands and not shift too far forward. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
Is he serious? I would do anything he asked of me, especially when we’re in bed. Maybe not out in public or in front of his brothers, but in our bedroom, I will obey him because it makes arousal leak out of my pussy. Everything he does feels so good that I’ll never doubt him.
“If you need to drop to your elbows at any time, that’s fine. Do whatever feels most comfortable.” He holds my hips and manages to line his shaft up with my entrance without guiding it. It’s as if his cock knows where it belongs and doesn’t need any help getting there.
Suddenly, he thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt.
I gasp. It’s hard not to move. The pressure takes me by surprise every time. Will it ever grow old? I hope not.
