Chapter 5
BLADE & LAYLA
LAYLA
This scene takes place around the same time as the events in Gunnar’s book.
Grabbing the bottle of scotch I keep for him, I carry it and a glass to the table in the back that is his. Pouring a drink, I pass it to him when he reaches me.
Sliding his arm around my waist, he drops his lips to mine and kisses me before murmuring, “I’ve missed you today.”
“I was run off my feet all day. Were you too?”
He nods and then throws some scotch down his throat. “Yeah, it was a fucking mess of a day. One I’ll be glad to see the end of.”
“Is everything okay?”
“It will be.” At my frown, he adds, “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”
“I always worry about you.”
He drinks some more scotch, keeping his eyes on me. “Are you ready to go home?”
I move into him, bringing my hands to his chest. “I’m feeling nostalgic tonight. I thought we could sleep here.” In my old room above the bar.
Surprise fills his eyes. “What’s caused this?”
I smile, not ready to tell him yet. Taking his hand, I nod with my head for him to follow me. “Bring that bottle.”
He grabs the bottle and his glass, and follows me upstairs. Jess has everything under control with the bar, so I don’t give it another thought. There’s only one thing on my mind tonight and that’s my husband and the news I’m about to share with him.
When we reach my room, he closes the door behind us and reaches for me before I’ve even really made it into the room.
Gripping my waist, he turns me in his arms and pulls me close. Bringing his mouth to my throat, he trails kisses down to my chest while working the button on my jeans. “I fucking need this,” he rasps as he moves to his knees and strips me of my jeans and panties.
“Oh God,” I moan and clutch his hair.
Donovan takes hold of my ass and presses his face to my pussy as he growls, “Fuck.”
He inhales my scent, and fuck if that doesn’t shoot lust through my entire body. The need my husband has for me never fails to do that.
He flicks his tongue over my clit and then pushes it inside me. He’s fucking talented with his tongue and I’m pretty sure my legs won’t be holding me up soon.
When he roughly spreads my legs and switches his tongue for his fingers, I know for sure my legs won’t survive this.
After I lose myself in the orgasm he delivers, he stands and picks me up and takes me to the bed. Stripping, he watches me, fucking me with his eyes. No words are exchanged, but we don’t need them.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says when he positions himself above me.
I curl my fingers around his biceps. “I need you inside me.” My words come out a hot, needy mess. Something he always brings out in me.
Placing his hands either side of me on the bed, he orders, “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
I don’t need further instructions. I know how Donovan prefers to fuck me, and when he says hold on, he means hold on and don’t fucking let go. So I do.
He thrusts inside me.
If I didn’t know him like I do, I’d think he was trying to break me.
But he’s not.
Sex is how Donovan deals with his demons and I am more than happy to hold on and take everything he wants to give.
He moves slowly to begin with and then picks up the pace.
His rhythm becomes fierce, brutal, relentless as he chases his release.
My fingers dig into his skin as I come.
Donovan keeps pounding into me, his growls of satisfaction coming from deep within. It doesn’t take him long to orgasm after I do.
When he’s done, he stays inside me and drops a kiss to my shoulder.
It’s this moment I always live for. The moment right after, when he lingers.
I’m not sure why I love it so much, but I think it’s because it’s the calm after the storm.
The relief for him after he works that dark energy out of his system.
I clean up in the bathroom after he collapses to the bed, and when I come back, he’s watching me intently.
“What are you thinking?” I ask as I move next to him.
His arm comes around me and he pulls me tightly against him. “I’m wondering why you’re feeling nostalgic. You didn’t tell me.”
Angling my face up to his, I say, “I’ve been thinking about how you used to come here for a long time before we got together, and about how happy you’ve made me.”
He watches me silently for a beat. “And?”
I smile. He reads me so perfectly. Always. “And about how much you’ve wanted us to have a baby.”
His eyes search mine. Again, he’s reading me perfectly. “You’re pregnant.”
I nod. “I’m pregnant.”
He’s silent for the longest moment, but only if we’re talking about actual words, because in every other way, he’s louder than ever. Donovan doesn’t always say a lot, but his energy vibrates all around me. Some days it’s a low thrum, others it’s a roar. Today, it’s the kind of energy I live for.
He’s happy.
Like, the kind of happy I would pay all the money in the world to see him experience.
“You could have started with that,” he finally says.
“Where would the fun have been then?”
He shakes his head before sliding his fingers through my hair and pulling my face to his so he can kiss me.
“I’m going to be a father.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Fuck.”
I smile. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you lost for words.”
“Well you have now.” He kisses me again.
Donovan has wanted us to fall pregnant for a while, but I’ve made him wait while I got my bar to a more profitable state. He’s waited patiently, but I know it wasn’t easy for him. I’m not surprised he’s speechless.
“I love you, Donovan. Thank you for letting me take my time with this.”
“You know I’ll always give you what you need.”
“I know, and that’s everything to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”
He kisses me before saying, “Just so you’re aware, I’m almost certain you’re not going to like how protective I get during this pregnancy.”
“Oh, I know, and I’m ready for it.”
“As in you’re ready to tell me to back off, or you’re ready to accept it?”
I lean in close and kiss him. “As in I’m ready to accept it. You gave me time, I’ll give you this.”
“I don’t fucking deserve you, Layla, but I’m fucking keeping you and never letting go.”
“You better not let go or I’ll find ways to hunt you down and bring you back.”
He chuckles, and it’s the best damn sound. It’s not often Donovan laughs, if ever. “This is why you’re my wife and why you’ll always be my wife. You’re fucking fierce and the only woman I ever want as the mother of my children.”
I never imagined having a man love me so completely as my husband does, but I found him and I’m never letting him go either.