Chapter 21
Solace barely came awake and frowned into the semi-darkness of Duncan’s bedroom.
Almost two months had passed since he’d brought her here to finish her recovery, and she still hadn’t been able to bring herself to refer to it as their bedroom—their home—no matter how much Duncan had insisted otherwise.
It still didn’t seem real to her. That’s probably why she hadn’t completely moved all her things here or made the move to sell her condo.
Just in case.
Duncan’s muscled arms wrapped around her barely flexed, while his proprietary hand over her distended belly went lower, like he was cradling their son—protecting him.
Something had obviously awoken him. But not just that.
From his posture at her back, he’d gone on alert.
That’s what had pulled her from her deep, satisfying sleep.
As Marines, the team had been completely attuned to any shifts in each other’s awareness of their surroundings.
That’s why they’d worked so well together—still did.
They’d had to, to survive. Now, with the level of intimacy she and Duncan shared, that connection was even deeper.
So, she held her breath—remaining perfectly still…
Quiet…
After spending so many nights in this house, she’d come to recognize the normal sounds of Duncan’s home. But despite at least a minute of hard listening, no sounds broke the silence, save the faint, five gongs coming from the grandfather clock at the front entry.
“Nothing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, while his hold tightened even more.
“Mmm… What did you think it was?” she murmured, snuggling her bare ass into his naked cock.
She was now fully awake. And from Duncan’s hardening length nudging her ass cheeks, so was he.
It wouldn’t take much repositioning on her part for him to slide into her from behind.
She held in a slight laugh. He never failed to be up for it.
His barely-there, “Hmm, nothing, I guess,” sounded close to her ear as he settled his head back onto the pillow they shared and his body relaxed. And there it was…
A slight grin touched her lips when he nuzzled his nose into her hair and breathed her in. It was something he did a lot. That, along with his comforting heat at her back and roughened fingers tracing up from her belly to play over a sensitive nipple, sent a pang of want through her body.
“On your back.” Her need-roughened whisper stilled his fingers at her now tingling and stiffened nipple.
He might as well have had his fingers at her clit.
It had somehow throbbed in time with each tweak and gentle—and sometimes, not so gentle—twist he’d given it.
If he did happen to burrow his talented fingers lower, he’d find her soaking and ready.
Oh, how well he plays my body.
“Why, angel?” he murmured into her hair. “What is it you want?”
She slightly pulled from him and awkwardly turned in his now loosened hold—pregnancy belly wasn’t easy to reposition at times—until they were face to face.
Through the faint, early morning light that had begun filtering into the room, she stared into his pale blue eyes, their steamy depths full of a calculated certainty.
Oh, he believes he knows…
“What do you think I want?”
A secret smile threatened to break out as she pushed on his heaving chest to encourage him to roll onto his back. Not that he needed much encouragement. And she might have helped him a little, since she had to use that solid, scruffy chest as leverage to get her pregnant self onto her knees.
“You sure you aren’t too tired?”
The concern in his voice was unmistakable. He might want her, but he wasn’t going to do anything to cause her any physical distress. She’d found him to be a little overprotective on that front.
Oh, hell, on every front.
Her gaze traveled lower, then remained fixed on the edge of the lightweight sheet sitting low on his waist. She held her breath when it pulled even lower the more the impressive tent just below it grew. It had to go. So, she grabbed the end and threw it toward the footboard, revealing…
She swallowed hard, while her mouth watered for a taste of the pearly drop forming at the slit. Entranced, she took hold of his rock-hard flesh at the base, then squeezed and stroked upward, releasing more of his essence.
“How could I be too tired,” she murmured, while she slowly lowered her head until she was just close enough her mouth hovered over the head. “When there’s this?”
His breath hitched, before a low groan rumbled in his chest and his fingers twisted in the sheet beneath him. She raised her gaze to find his. It was her turn for her breath to hitch at the look of pure want filling his unwavering stare.
“Angel…”
A flush bloomed across his jaw, while his nostrils flared and a sizzling heat blazed down when she swiped her tongue across the head.
“Mmm…” Salt and something else she’d come to know as all Duncan danced across her tongue. The temptation proved to be too much when his body bucked and his cock passed through her lips. So, she took him in.
“Yessss,” he hissed, snapping his eyes shut and throwing his head back onto the pillow, while his hips left the bed and he surged deep into her mouth. “Angel…”
She worked the sides of his cock, lapping over all those wonderful throbbing veins, while her lips remained tight as she slid her mouth up and down—suctioning as she went.
She smiled around his delicious flesh, not just at how his body strained, but how he continued twisting the sheet.
It took a lot to make him lose control, but she almost had him there—right on the edge.
Was she tormenting him on purpose?
Of course. Turnabout was fair play, after all. Lord knew he’d had her all twisted up in the sheets more times than she could count.
I’m such a lucky girl.
But she didn’t have much more time. Knowing his need for control, he wouldn’t want to come until he was sure she had found her release. It meant she had to work harder if she wanted him to lose that lauded restraint of his before he took over.
And she knew just the way to do it. She started with fluttering her tongue at the underside of his cock-head—a move she’d found from past experience drove him insane.
She grinned—at least the best she could with her mouth full—at how his body trembled.
A little added vibrating hum over his cock, and he surged into her mouth. She?—
“Enough.” He let loose of the sheets and ran his fingers through her hair, then gripped her scalp. A slight sting forced her eyes to his where she met his narrowed gaze. “I don’t want to come like this.”
“Mmp-mmm.”
As far as denials went, it wasn’t very effective. Not with Duncan’s cock still firmly secured in her mouth and her head held in place. That’s when he took over—guiding her head and rolling his hips. She’d truly lost control of the fucking, as he sent his cock on leisurely forays between her lips.
“That’s right, angel,” he murmured, his chest heaving as he held her head exactly where he wanted it. “Take me… Take it all.”
Her fluttering eyes met his, just as her throat relaxed, allowing him to go deep enough her watering eyes widened on him.
“Mmm…”
She couldn’t hold back her low moan of pleasure.
“Dammit,” he grunted, pushing at her shoulders and pulling free from her mouth, leaving his cock to drag over her lips currently begging her to chase after it. But he was having none of it as he scooted back.
“Duncan,” she complained, sitting back onto her calves, then licking her puffy lips. “You hardly ever let me finish you like this.”
“Oh, you’ll finish me,” he growled, taking hold of her hand and urging her to straddle him. “But like this.”
Solace eagerly took his lead, as he gripped her hips. She rose above him, staring down at him over her full breasts and rounded belly. This had become their favorite position the last few weeks when too much of her had gotten in the way.
She held Duncan’s gaze as she positioned herself over him, then paused when his eyes traced lower and jaw clenched.
“Don’t,” she said, bracing her one hand on his chest and reaching down with the other to touch his chin and tilt his head back. Beneath her palm, his heart beat harder.
“What have I ever done to deserve a woman like you?” His hand lifted and traced over her scar.
“Duncan…”
He raised his eyes toward hers, his gaze ceding his power to her as she lowered herself down his length.
“Ahhh… So tight… So wet…”
His gaze fell from hers, to the point where his body pierced hers lowering onto him. She couldn’t see for herself. But the look on his face as he intently watched her bare pussy slowly taking in his hard cock? It was an erotic view that nearly set her on fire.
Solace let out a low, quivering sigh and just let herself feel—her hands flattening on his clenching abdomen, her fingers digging into his flesh, his hips flexing, driving his cock deeper, her clit throbbing harder when she ground herself on him, his body shaking when her internal walls clamped and released on his cock with each stroke. It was…
Bliss.
Nothing could compare to it. But there was a downside to bliss, because once she reached it, she…
“Duncan…”
Her body bowed, while a low, whimpering keen escaped her parted lips and heat flushed her body as she writhed through her climax.
Duncan’s body remained tense, while his fingers dug into her hips, until her breathing slowed and she basically collapsed over him. Only then did he gently rolled her beneath him, her body giving a little, uncontrollable shimmy when he withdrew while doing it.
But he didn’t let their connection stay last for long. She let out a long, relieved sigh when he slid into her again, his arms braced on either side of her body to keep his weight from her stomach.
I never want to let him go.
“I love this,” she murmured, eyes still closed, while winding her arms around his neck and lifting her hips into his strokes.
“I love it too,” he murmured, before a slight press to her belly came with his lips passing over hers. It wasn’t passionate at all. But soft. Tender. So tender, it pierced her heart. “I love you.”
“Mmm… Love you too,” she said, the words drowsy and low. As limp as she was, she hoped she didn’t fall asleep on him.
“Marry me.”