Chapter 38
BLADE
Nine months later
Her sweat glides through the valley of her breasts, and I watch the trail moving slower, disappearing under her close-cropped top. Her soft grunts dispel the silence, and her breathing is erratic, tortured even.
My muscles are tense, locked in place, her ass suspended in mid-air. She moves within an inch of my mouth, our lips colliding, no communication other than physicality.
I taste the salt of the sweat on her tongue, biting her lower lip between my teeth, a soft groan my reward.
My cock is as hard as my muscles right now, rivaling their strength.
She moves away, disappointment clouding her eyes, a low hiss escaping as the air leaves her lungs.
It’s effortless; she is as light as a feather; despite the extra pounds she’s gaining.
I am literally holding my life in my hands, and it is fucking amazing to reach this place at all.
“I need to pee.”
Her anguished glare breaks a smile on my face, and I lower her gently to the floor, her breath evening out as she drags in the oxygen.
She winks as she rolls over to her side, and I waste no time in jumping to my feet, extending my hand toward hers. As she grips it, I pull her up, and she stumbles against me, her body flush with mine.
Her palms lay flat against my chest, desire heavy in her eyes.
“I really do need to pee, honey.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“I can’t move.”
My arm is snaked around her waist, holding her flush against me, her tits pressed hard against my muscles, her pheromones messing with my mind.
She huffs in frustration.
“Really, Blade, I’m not even kidding.”
With a low chuckle, I release her and love how she holds herself as she races to the bathroom, desperation trailing after her from my gaze alone.
I flex my muscles, crack my neck, and chug down some water, relishing the cool liquid dousing the flames that will inevitably flare up once she returns.
Nine months of pure bliss.
We returned here from the church, and to my knowledge, Aspen has never looked back. Her parents were not forgiven, nor even heard. They cease to exist in her life because that is what she wants.
Aspen Costello blended into the shadows and hasn’t been seen again in society. It’s how we live at The Rubicon. Protected inside our bubble of family, away from humanity.
We married shortly afterward, and even though she escaped society, she didn’t escape testifying against her former husband on the witness stand.
My muscles flex as I attempt to ease the tension because it appears that snakes are slippery little fuckers and when you’re the head serpent, it’s inevitable you can slither out of anything.
I flick the set and settle down on the couch, our workout apparently over for today. Well, not all of them.
I love lifting weights, and Aspen has become the most pleasurable one of all, and we work out most days, as I lift her high above me, nature increasing the load month by month.
She’s due next month.
We already know it’s a boy. No twins this time; it appears that Bonnie and Snake have the edge on that one.
Their two little miracles are thriving well, and I have never seen their parents as happy as they are when they dote on their kids.
When Aspen became my old lady, the Reapers commissioned our new home, and we spend most of our time locked away in here together. I can’t get enough of my wife, and luckily, she shares my obsession.
“Blade.” She pouts as she drops beside me.
“I could really use some fried chicken right now.”
I slide my hand around her shoulders and pull her head down onto mine. “Your wish is my command, darlin’. Just need to check the headlines.”
She stiffens as the news channel cuts to the courthouse, and she sits up straight.
“What’s happening?”
Gideon’s arrogant face fills the screen as the newsreader delivers the verdict.
Breaking news. Gideon Fox has walked free from the trial lasting nine months to the day. The jury was unanimous and found him not guilty on the charges of rape, false imprisonment and attempted murder.
The camera cuts to his lawyer, who addresses the cameras.
“Justice has prevailed today on the false charges against my client. He has always professed his innocence, and we remained confident of the outcome. He would like to thank the upstanding members of the jury who saw through the lies and is looking forward to rebuilding his life and reputation out of the glare of the spotlight.”
The lawyer holds up his hand for no further questions, and someone in the crowd yells, “Justice for women! This is a fucking joke.”
The cops hold back a wall of protestors who are incensed at the outcome of the trial.
Aspen shakes her head.
“As we expected.”
She sighs, her gaze troubled.
“We knew this was coming, but I’m not gonna lie, it’s a bitter taste.”
My fingers tangle in her hair, and I pull the tie from her messy ponytail, loving how it filters through my fingers like silken strands.
“Loopholes.”
I shrug, pulling her to straddle me, and I roll up her top and suck one of those tempting nipples into my mouth.
They are swollen already, and I am delirious with lust for my wife.
It’s a feeling that never diminishes, no matter how many times I slide inside her, salivate over her body, or hear her sweet voice.
“Blade.”
Her agonized use of my name causes me to chuckle as she grinds against my cock, desperate for release. With a huff she shifts off my lap, tearing off her gym leggings before returning to my lap.
As she slides my cock home, she bites hard on her lower lip, pleasure creasing her expression as she groans out loud.
“Fuck.”
My hand reaches behind her head, and I bunch my fist in her hair, thrusting up gently; no need to interfere with the baby.
“Oh, fuck.”
She hisses as her clit drags against my shaft and my thumb presses down on it, her breath catching as I push in deeper, manipulating her like a freaking rag doll.
I take what I need, careful not to hurt her, and as she clenches on my cock and rains her honey down, I shoot hard inside her, my heart beating like a freaking bass drum.
Her primal scream is enough to revive my throbbing cock for round number two, as my phone vibrates on the table beside the couch, causing me to groan inside. Already!
She falls, limp, all the strength deserting her, and I shift, my arms locking around her as I carefully lift her into my arms.
“Time to sleep, baby.”
I kiss her soft lips and carry her upstairs, taking the short walk to our bedroom, placing her carefully on the pristinely made-up bed.
She curls into a ball and her breathing is even, and as I drape the cover over my wife, my mood darkens.
It’s time to go to work.