“You need to sleep.” I stand up to help her out of bed; I’ve noticed over the past few days that she’s starting to struggle a little, not that she’d ever admit it.
“Actually…” She raises her eyes to me nervously, taking my hand and placing it back where it was. “I was thinking about maybe sleeping in here tonight.”
“With me?” I check I’ve heard her correctly. Ever since the night we got married, it’s been a firm boundary for her. Slowly, she nods her head, looking up at me through her lashes, with the same needy look she has when she’s craving my cock.
“That way you can feel him move whenever you want,” she adds, being all cute and coy about the fact that this is whatsheneeds from me, too.
I can’t let it give me hope; I’ve read enough on pregnancy to know that it can mess with a woman's emotions. Right now, all her maternal instincts are telling her she needs my comfort and support, and I am fully prepared to embrace that.
“I’d really like that.” I reach over her so I can turn off the lamp, while she turns on her side and backs her ass up against me.
“It’s more comfortable for me to lie like this these days,” she explains, looking slightly ashamed as she glances back over her shoulder at me.
“Is this okay?” I slide my arm around her waist and pull her a little closer, then, resting my hand on her tummy, I snuggle my face into her hair and breathe her in.
“It’s perfect.” She sighs contentedly, and I swear, it’s the most wholesome thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
“I’d have come and slept in here sooner if I thought this was how you were going to wake me up every morning.” She rolls on her back to allow me better access while I stir her awake with my finger, stroking her clit.
“Morning.” I kiss her, sliding that finger deep into her pussy and enjoying the sound of pleasure she makes
“What time is it?” she asks.
“Eight thirty,” I answer as I kiss my way down her neck, over her round tits, and suck her nipple into my mouth, just how she likes it.
“Jack.” She soaks my fingers, gripping the back of my head and holding me tight against her, ensuring I don’t stop.
I hear a vibration coming from the bedside table, but I ignore it; whoever it is can wait until I’ve finished making my wife come.
“Oh, my god,” she squeals, making me panic that I’ve somehow hurt her.
“It’sPolly!Polly’s calling me!” She looks as shocked as she is excited, staring at the phone now in her hand.
“She hasn’t spoken to me since… I…I have to get this.” She drags herself away from me, getting out of bed and placing the phone to her ear.
“Polly! You have no idea how good it is to… What?” All the excitement drains from her face, and suddenly she looks petrified.
“No, he can’t be…his hearing’s not for months.” She starts pacing the floor, her hand stroking her bump as her fear escalates.
“Well, do we know where he is now? Surely, Selena can hack the court files and find out his parole conditions?” She starts breathing faster, her skin turning pale, and I quickly stand up, so I can be beside her in case she passes out.
“Sit down,” I order, trying to move her back towards the bed, but she shakes her head and pushes me away.
“They can’t have justreleasedhim, not after all the evidence I gave!”
Tears brim in her eyes as her head shakes helplessly.
“What do we do now?” She hangs up the phone and stares forward, like she’s in a trance. I give her a chance to take in everything she’s just heard, steering her to sit so she’s off her feet.
“They let him go,” she whispers weakly. “Despite everything I told them, they released him. He’s out there.” Her voice trembles as she explains.
“Gracie, you're safe here; your friends are safe at the apartment. Jonah can’t hurt you.” I try to get her to hear me, but she’s checked out completely; nothing I say is going to get through to her. “Gracie, listen to me, none of this is good for you. I promise you. I won’t let him hurt you, I won’t let him hurtanyof you.” I quickly rush to get my phone and dial my head of security.
“Steve, I need more men at the Mayfair building,” I explain as soon as he answers. “Round the clock; two on the front door, two on the apartment door, and one inside with the girls, at all times.” I bark out his orders and hang up without waiting for a response.
“He’s going to come for me.” Gracie looks at me, her eyes sunken and weary, and all that pretty, pregnant glow drained from her skin
“There's nothing you can do, Jack. He’ll find me, and he’ll kill me. You should never have asked me to do this.” Her hands clutch her stomach protectively, and I grab her face firmly in my hands, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
