“Go to sleep, baby.”
I was in the middle of a hot as hell dream featuring Avery when something woke me. I cracked my eyes open to find her staring at me with a mischievous grin on her face. And the next second, I realized why.
I reached down and grabbed her hand that was rubbing my dick. “Avery, what are you doing?”
“If you have to ask, I’m clearly not doing it right.”
I moved her hand up and down my hard length. “Oh, you were doing it right. But we’re not doing this. Not while you’re sick.”
She dropped her head and mumbled something against my chest. “What was that?”
“My vagina isn’t sick,” she said more clearly.
I threw my head back and laughed until I felt her body start to tremble. “Fuck,” I cursed and rolled to my side so I could see her face. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’d feel like a complete asshole.”
“I don’t care. I’ll just lay here. Please don’t make me beg.”
“Come here,” I said and slid my hand around to the back of her neck to gently pull her to me. I cupped her cheek with my other hand and kissed her softly. I had no intention of doing anything other than kissing her, but things became heated rather quickly, as they tended to do between the two of us.
Before my rational mind could stop me, we were both naked and she was guiding me into her. She groaned loudly. “Oh, Savior, you feel so fucking good.”
I paused and said something I’d wanted to say to her since I found out she was pregnant. “I want you to call me Kellan.”
She locked eyes with me and nodded. “I want to call you Kellan.”
“Okay,” I said with a smile and started to move. It was probably the strangest sexual experience of my life. On one hand, I was terrified of causing her some kind of harm; but, on the other hand, I was enjoying every second of having her body wrapped around mine.
“Kellan,” she gasped. “More. I need more.”
“Not giving you more, baby,” I said and dropped my mouth to her breasts to lavish her sensitive nipples.
She wiggled and writhed beneath me, and then she was coming with my name on her lips. With a contented sigh, she gripped my hair and tugged my mouth to hers, kissing me through my own release.
“You okay?” I asked while I smoothed the hair from her face.
“Much better,” she smiled.
“Good. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll help you wash your hair before I go pick up your medicine,” I said.
She tightened her arms around my shoulder. “You really are a good man.”
I dropped my head and swallowed past the emotion trying to clog my throat. “I try to be.” My parents and my grandfather had raised me to be a good man and I tried to live up to their expectations every day of my life.
With that, I went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth for her. Once we were both dressed, we went downstairs and I helped her onto the kitchen counter.
“Where’d you learn how to do this?” she asked.
“I remember seeing my dad do it for my mom when she was sick. She said no matter how bad she felt, having her hair washed always made her feel better.”
“Was she sick often?”
I shook my head. “No, she wasn’t. But somehow, she ended up getting the flu every year.”
“Can I ask what happened to your parents?” she asked carefully.
I nodded and focused on rinsing the shampoo from her hair. I didn’t like talking about it, but I’d gotten to the point where I could say what happened to them and be okay. “They died in a boating accident.”
“Oh, Kellan, I’m so sorry. Were you with them?”
