Chapter 16 #2
She relinquished all control to him while he kept her orgasm spinning, rolling, so strong she barely remained upright.
That’s when he released his bite. Before she could turn, he grabbed her by the back of the neck with one hand and shoved her forward.
When she reached out to brace herself against the shower wall, he notched his cock against her and slid deep inside with one thrust.
That set off another round of delicious flutters through her, and there was no way she could hold back her happy moan as he clamped both hands on her hips and began plowing her.
Eyes closed against the spray, she threw her head back and fought the urge to howl with delight. She didn’t want this perfect interlude interrupted by waking the baby. Not when Ken had so obviously found his stride and had completely kicked her brain out of command and control mode.
Thankfully.
She sensed Ken had desperately needed this. Damn, she’d needed this. She just hadn’t realized how badly until this very moment.
Just…being.
Sex with Beck and her previous partners had been fun, sure. But never…
Never satisfying on a cellular level, the way it was with Ken. The way their souls completely connected, the way it felt like they could practically merge into one being.
She’d never wanted that with anyone before Ken, and now she couldn’t imagine life without this.
Without him.
Goddess, please never let me find out. Please take me first.
Ken
He didn’t have time to think about what he was doing.
He’d learned from experience it was best not to think during times like this.
To simply follow Dewi’s lead and let go in the moment.
Because she enjoyed it when he did. Hell, he enjoyed it, too. More than he ever would have been comfortable admitting before.
She was more than capable enough to stop him if he went too far. It frustrated her when he held back, so he’d learned to trust.
Truth be told…
It felt right.
This primal, raw sex, burying himself inside her over and over again, wishing it was because he was trying to breed her, fill her with another baby, to be able to run his hands over—
He blinked, his orgasm catching him off-guard not only with the timing but the strength.
Explosions that made the Bikini Atoll test look like a cherry bomb sent his mind sailing out into a sweet, black void where all he could do was focus on them, on his pleasure, on the purring, sated sounds Dewi was already making as he finally fell still, slumping against the shower wall and pulling her to him as his vision cleared.
She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, her hands settling over his. “Wow,” she whispered, sounding awed.
His eyes dropped closed, the feel of his chin resting on her shoulder grounding and centering him. “Yeah,” he whispered back.
They stood like that for long moments, their breaths syncing, slowing, their hearts even seeming to beat in nearly the same rhythm.
“Maybe this fall,” she said.
It took him a moment to process that she’d spoken, much less absorb the content. “Huh?”
“This fall.” She turned in his arms, draping hers over his shoulders and staring up into his eyes. “Start trying again this fall.”
The last wisps of his orgasmic bliss faded while staring into her eyes. Drops of water speckled her face, catching in her eyebrows and hair, coalescing, trickling down her forehead and cheeks.
This moment felt…imprinted, somehow. Like he should take a mental snapshot of it and clutch it deep and close in his soul with an iron grasp.
“You sure?”
She smiled, nodding, while her fingers trailed up and down the nape of his neck.
“Yeah. Everyone’s right—I need to live. I spent too many years of my childhood running from living to keep my mental monsters at bay, and thinking I turned into one myself in the process.
That I would never find a mate because I wasn’t worthy of one. I just need…”
He didn’t interrupt as she searched for the words because this was a rare and precious moment for her. Vulnerability she didn’t offer up easily, even to him.
“Can you be patient with me when I’m grouchy?” she softly asked.
“As long as you let me buy a cast-iron cup to protect myself.”
She giggled. “Stainless steel. So it won’t rust.”
Laughing felt…damned good.
Like he’d never laughed before.
Maybe they’d had semi-parallel childhoods. Him losing his father and growing up in a house with an abusive step-father and asshole step-brother, and her losing her parents and feeling she needed to fill shoes no one ever expected her to even own, much less step into.
Maybe they both needed to learn how to live.
“There you go, being all logical,” he teased, kissing her once more before releasing her and turning so he could step under the water. “We should hurry. I think the hot water’s almost gone.”
They quickly finished, dried off, checked on the baby—still asleep, thankfully—and headed to bed.
Dewi dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
Ken thought he was close behind her when echoes of past conversations with Peyton charged through his mind, and he remembered that, across the backyard, his brother-in-law was likely not having nearly as pleasant an evening as he and Dewi just enjoyed.
Good luck, dude. In all the ways.