Chapter 47
It”s justpast seven and I am home. Home.
Sitting on the sofa, the babies are kicking and Keaton”s hands are resting on my bump.
“Wow,” his eyes light up, watching as my stomach morphs and shifts.
“I know, imagine how it feels,” I smile as I watch him.
“Weird?”
“Yeah, but also comforting,” I nod, my hands resting on top of Keaton”s now.
“I really missed you,” his voice blankets me in warmth, his eyes penetrating through mine and my heart bangs against my rib cage, trying to escape and eclipse Keaton’s.
“I really missed you,” it”s not a lie. Far from it actually. Things just feel right when I am with him. He is home. My lungs burn, my throat aching with the want to tell him how much I love him. But I don”t.
I ignore it until I feel like I am suffocating.
Don”t care.
I can”t be vulnerable yet. Maybe soon. Just not yet.
Everything in my head is a mess and I need to declutter.
Reluctantly, I move. Well, try to. Keaton helps me up like the doctor showed him. A soft grip round my elbow as he gently pulls me to my feet. I give him a small smile, his eyes not leaving mine.
“I”m going to draw a bath.”
“No, I’ll go and do it. Then you can relax, and I”ll start unpacking,” he smiles at me before disappearing out of the living room and upstairs. I waddle towards the kitchen, reaching for a glass and filling it with water. I drain it, then fill it again. Shouldn”t have, because I will need to pee in about thirty seconds. Climbing the stairs slowly, I feel out of breath. The babies are still sitting high and are squashing every organ in my torso. We decided to keep the babies gender a surprise. I think boys. Keaton thinks girls. Cravings are a mix between sweet and sour. No old wives tales are leading me in any direction of which sex they could be. We agreed as long as they were healthy, that”s all that mattered.
I walk into my room and Keaton comes out of my bathroom, shirt sleeves rolled round his elbows, veiny, thick, muscly arms on show and I am weak. Hormones are killing me. I am soaked. Can feel it. He can probably see it in my light denim maternity pants. His hungry eyes rake over me and my cheeks flame. I drop my head. Can”t look at him. It”s too much. I walk past him and into the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind me and only then do I breathe easier.
Stripping my clothes from my body, my brown hair has grown longer since being pregnant and now falls past my shoulders. I let my eyes lift, looking at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. Caramel skin glowing, eyes full of hope, hair thick and glossy, boobs full and round and a cute, but large, swollen bump. I turn to the side, crinkling my nose when I see my stretch marks that bite into the skin on my hips. Love to hate feeling with them. Love them because of my twins, hate them because I miss my perfect skin. Turning away, I dip my toe into the warm water and my body relaxes in an instant. Sinking under the water, my bump pokes out and I smile as I watch for the little hands and feet that press out of my skin. This pregnancy has flown by and it”s bittersweet. I have had such an easy pregnancy since the hospital; it”s just not how I would have planned it. Wanted to be well in my thirties before I had kids. But destiny chose this for me. For us. Twenty-two and nearly a mom of twins. Wow.
Towel wrapped—just about—around my body, I rough dry my hair with a towel. I brush my teeth and cleanse and moisturize my face before padding into my room. I reach for a little two piece. It”s still cold, but I feel like a furnace. Even more so after my bath. I dress in a white ribbed cropped top and matching frilly shorts that sit under my bump. Soft cotton material and covered in cherry blossom.
I brought them because Keaton calls me Blossom.
Love the nickname. Only heard it a handful of times but it”s a favorite. My hair is dry, my skin is moisturized, and I debate going back downstairs, but just as I walk out of my room, Keaton appears on the landing with my suitcase.
“Oh, hi,” I whisper, my eyes glued to his as I watch them fall down my body. My heart. I have missed the way he looks at me. Adoration. Want. Lust. Like I am his forever.
“Wife,” his lips twitch and my skin burns.
I step back, letting him pass with my bag and watch as he bends and places it at the foot of the bed.
Slowly turning I look at him, his hands are folded into his suit pants, head tilted slightly with a boyish grin on his face. I step closer and back into my room.
“What?” my cheeks blush and I hate it. Maybe. Maybe not.
“God,” he pauses, voice low with a hint of rasp, “you”re beautiful.”
“Keat...” I trail off, dropping my face to the floor and focus on my feet before his are there too.
Two steps and he is here.
His finger and thumb find my chin, gripping and tipping my face up so I have no other choice but to let his soul burn into mine, taking me as prisoner and I didn”t care that he threw away the key. I was ready to burn for him, calming into embers before withering out into nothing but ash. Only for him. Captured and bound in the depths of his heart and I never wanted to leave. He had all of me.
I knew where this was going. It shouldn”t, but we both know that as soon as we”re together, an invisible string, an invisible force, pulls us together until we orbit eternity intwined as one.
“Keat...” I repeat, breathless, my eyes on his lips and my whole body trembles.
“Blossom,” and my heart flatlines for just a moment, arms around his neck before his lips are on mine and that”s when my heart rate picks up. Bit by bit we piece each other back together until there is nothing left but us, as one, whole.
I stand at the foot of the bed, hands enveloped into my suit pants, head slightly tilted to the right as my eyes roam over her. Pretty little pajama set. Cropped tank, frilly shorts. White, ribbed with cherry blossoms. Perfection. A grin slips onto my lips, and she catches it. Of course she does.
“What?” her cheeks pinch with that pretty pink that I love and my heart flutters, dick instantly hard. Fuck’s sake.
“God,” I pause, inhaling deeply and when I speak, my voice is low and raspy. “You”re beautiful.”
“Keat...” her voice is soft and I fucking love it. Innocent until she”s naked. Her face drops, and I miss her eyes on me. I step towards her. It took two steps if you”re wondering. My neck cranes, head dipped, and my finger and thumb grip her chin. Tipping her beautiful face up towards mine, my heart stutters in my chest at just how perfect she is. Perfect is too less of a word. Our eyes lock, souls blend and our hearts knot and wrap around each other in a matter of seconds. The undeniable force field that consumes us as soon as we”re together wrapping around us like an invisible string, pulling us together until we have nowhere else to go. Free falling into infinity, the world disappearing around us when all I can focus on is her. It”s always her. It will always be her.
“Keat...” Keat. She”s breathless, chest rising and falling, her blue eyes on my lips and I am starved of her. Desperate. Sick, so sick and she is the only antidote that will heal me.
Her. Mine. Forever.
“Blossom.” Fuck, it feels good to let that name slip from my tongue, her eyes widen for a moment before her arms are wrapped around my neck, pulling me towards her and as I gently tip forward, our lips lock, tongues entwine and dance to a song only we can hear and I know that as long as we”re together, we fix each other. Bit by bit. Piece by piece.
Hands clasp her cheeks, turning my face as our kiss deepens and I know this is wrong, but I couldn”t stop. My lips greedily trail down her jaw to her neck as I let them linger a little longer over her pulse point and smile. Grazing across her collar bone before I am on my knees.
“Keaton, we shouldn”t.”
“I know baby, but it”s too late. We shouldn”t have crossed the line all those months ago,” my hands are on her bump as I drag my lips over her warm skin, the smell of honey and vanilla engulf me from her moisturizer, and I groan. “But we crossed the line, we would have always ended up here, wife, we”re destined. Written in the stars. You know the truth; you know that this,” I fall back onto my knees, “this is everlasting, Blossom. You were made for me. It doesn”t matter how much we try, we will always find our way back to each other.” She whimpers as my long fingers slip inside her shorts, letting them glide through her lips and she is already wet.
“Keaton,” she whispers, eyes glassy and I know there are a thousand words she wants to say but she won”t. Not yet.
“I know,” my lips press at the top of her thigh, finger teasing at her opening. “I just need tonight, this moment, I need you Ari. Let me worship you, let me love you. I need to show you how much you mean to me, tonight, tomorrow, infinity.”
Her breath catches as I fill her with two of my fingers, just as my other hand skims her shorts out the way, my lips edging closer to her as my tongue flicks her clit. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she steadies herself.
“Bed,” she breathes.
Normally I would argue, but not tonight. I stand, satisfied with the small taste I have had but I need more. Desperately. Before she can stop me, I lift her into my arms and guide her to the bed, laying her down gently, hair fanned out underneath her and looking as pretty as ever.
If someone told me a year ago how soft I would be for this woman, I would tell them to go suck a dick. But here I am. Hypocrite. Always hated men that acted like this, until her.
Her.
My universe.
My constellations.
My galaxies and everything beyond. I was cocky and condescending—still am—but not with her.
Soft.
So fucking soft.
My fingers dust over her skin and I am addicted to everything about her. The way she feels beneath my fingertips, the way she melts on my tongue, the way she tastes on my lips. My eyes connect with hers as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slip them down her thighs and off her ankles. Her toes pressed against my shirt covered chest, and my thumb rubs her archway, neck craned, head dipped as I plant soft kisses on the top of her foot, across her ankle and up her calf, her knee, her thighs until I am knelt between them.
“I will never tire of you, baby.” Her eyes glisten at my words, lips parted and her tits overspilling her tight crop top. I lay over, careful not to put any weight on her bump, hands either side of her face as I kiss her softly.
She wriggles beneath me, and I smirk.
“You”re not going anywhere.”
“I feel so unattractive,” she whispers and my heart falls heavy in my chest, aching.
“Blossom,” I lick my lips, slowly pushing up but staying on my knees. “Don”t you ever feel anything but beautiful.” I kiss over her bump, and I know it must be hard for her, the way her body has changed to accommodate and grow two babies. Her skin stretched; belly swollen but she has never looked more beautiful to me than she does now.
“I will love you till the end of time, until the world is nothing but ashes, nothing but a million particles disintegrating through the infinite of galaxies. And even then, it will never be enough Arizona. I am weak for you my love, I adore you. More so now than ever.”
“Keaton,” she chokes out a sob, slowly trying to sit up but I shake my head and place her hand on my chest, so she can feel the way my heart beats for her.
“This is yours Arizona, it”ll never beat for another woman the way it beats for you.” A tear rolls down her cheek and I swipe it away with my thumb.
Lifting her hand from my chest, I place a kiss on her palm then rest it back on the duvet of the bed.
Twisting her slightly, I seek out the purple stretch marks on her hips and cover them with my lips, kissing away any worries and insecurities she may feel in this moment. I know it won”t last, but for now, it”s all I can do.
“I love you,” she whispers to me and my fucking heart leaps in my chest. My fingers dust up the inside of her parted thighs, slowly letting her roll on her back just as I slip them inside of her, her back arching, hips lifting and that’s when my mouth is on her, tongue rolling over her clit. Fingers curl in the bedsheets, her body writhing beneath me and I don”t stop until I taste her on my tongue, the way she moans my name as she comes. Eyes roll, body trembles and I feast on her until she is spent.
Crawling over her, her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. Her thumb brushes across my lips, wiping her arousal from them and I groan. Fingers fumble with my shirt and I am desperate to have her hands on my skin. She leans up slightly, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and her eyes focus on my gold chain and my heart stops for just a moment. Picking at the delicate chain, her eyes find mine and no words even have to be spoken. Her pretty blue eyes are watery, as they search for something, anything.
“Always been with me, Blossom.” And she shoves me up, panic courses, pricking at the base of my neck but there was no need to panic. She takes control, pushing me onto the bed underneath her. I fumble with my pants, she pulls them down my legs and then she”s on me. Legs either side of my body, my hands are on her hips, and I am fucking desperate to be inside of her.
Her lips are on mine, tongue dipping past my lips and I moan into her mouth. Gliding fingertips up her ribs, I tuck them under her cropped top and pull them over her head. Hands on her full tits, my lips lock and suck and my cock throbs beneath her. She”s on her knees, hands wrapped softly round my thickness and rubs the thick head of my cock over her clit then glides it through her soaked cunt.
“Fuck, please, sit on me. Let me fill you, fuck Ari, please,” I am fucking begging her. My balls tighten, my cock pulses and I won”t last long as she teases me, rocking her hips back and forth, tip pressing just inside her tight pussy and I bite the flesh on her breast, eyes rolling in the back of my head as it tips back. “I need to sink into your pretty pussy,” I choke.
She smiles down at me, wild brown hair framing her face, covering us, lips teasing over mine but hers are parted so I couldn”t even kiss her even if I wanted to. Pressing the tip of my cock into her cunt, she hovers, and slowly, ever so fucking torturously slow, lowers herself over me as I fill her to the hilt, pausing for just a moment, jaw wound tight as I fight with myself not to come now I am inside of her.
“You okay baby?” she purrs, and I want to fuck her so hard. My hand curls round the back of her head, grabbing the curls at the nape of her neck and I tug her head back, exposing her beautiful throat. My hand fits perfectly round the base of the neck like a pretty necklace, and my lips dust up the column on her throat, bobbing as I make contact.
“Don”t tease me Ari,” I smile against her warm skin and that”s when her hips roll over me, hands pressed against my chest and her fingers play with her wedding ring that hangs from my neck. She lifts herself up and down and I help her, curling the hand that was once at her throat round her hip.
“You feel so good,” she moans, her tits bouncing, pussy tightening around me.
“It”s all you baby,” I whisper against her skin. It’s the truth.
“I need more,” she begs slowing her hips, “fuck me from behind,” and my eyes light up, cock thickening inside of her.
Lifting her off me, I gently roll her onto all fours and kneel up behind her. Giving myself a moment to just appreciate the delectable sight in front of me, I line myself up at her cunt and pound into her with one, hard, thrust.
And I give her what she wants.
More.
I fuck her hard and fast from behind until our moans are mixed with the scent of us as we come together.
I let her catch her breath before I fuck her two more times before she passes out, head on my chest and curled up at my side.
Just where she has always belonged.
Listening to the way my heart beats to a rhythm that only she knows.