Blast from the Past (Men of Severn #2)

Chapter Fourteen

Four Months Later

Shane Blake

I am bone-tired when I finally get home. I spent the last ten hours working on a contract for a new client who is buying the biggest farm in the area. It doesn’t help that our son, Gibson, has been teething and awake at all hours of the night.

My shoulders and back hurt from the hours in front of my computer, and I want nothing more than to fall face-first onto my bed and sleep for the next week.

Opening the bedroom door, I take in the form of the only woman I have ever loved lying beneath just a sheet. It has slipped down her body and exposed the naked curve of her hip and her full lush ass to my gaze. I swear a minute ago I didn’t think it was possible but suddenly I have energy.

Zeus is sleeping at the end of the bed and lifts his head to glare at me. Since the shooting last month, he is never far from her. He sleeps inside now on the bed with us. He’s her hero and protector and I couldn’t be prouder.

Slowly, he climbs off the bed to lie on the big purple pillow that Mercy insisted I buy for him the day before we picked him up from the vet to bring him home. Turning on his side, he sighs loudly before going back to sleep, the rumble of his snore filling the quiet room.

Taking off my clothes, I slide into bed behind Mercy. My hands slowly brush across her silky skin, enjoying the feeling of having her beside me. In my wildest dreams, I never would have believed I would be able to come home to her.

“Shane,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy, as I tweak one of her nipples.

I really shouldn’t wake her but after the day I had I just wanted to feel her around me. Make sure she really is here, safe and sound. Hitching her leg over my hip, I press my cock against her heat, her pussy already wet for me.

Slowly, I fill her before withdrawing again. My strokes are slow and measured as I continue to play with her full breast. She moans softly, pressing her ass back into me. My other hand skirts across her hip before delving between her legs. Her clit is a hard little nub beneath my fingers as I leisurely rub circles over it.

“More,” she begs softly, and I don’t hesitate to comply, thrusting into her harder.

Her walls flutter as her orgasm crashes over her, setting off my own. It’s explosive and beautiful and I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. Afterward, she lies with her head on my chest, and I play with the ends of her dark hair. Both of us are simply at peace. This is all I’ve ever wanted. She is all I’ve ever wanted.

“I love you.” She places a kiss on my chest, right over my heart.

“And I love you.”

A moment later, a soft sound comes through the baby monitor. A sigh. And I know everything is going to be fine.

The End