Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
TREVOR
“Are you sure?” Don’t ask that, you idiot. Don’t call yourself an idiot.
Paige nods, tapping her hands against her thighs. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I know it’s what’s best for our family.”
I take a step closer and lift my hand to her cheek. “Is it what’s best for you, Paige?” She swallows and jerks her head in a nod.
“Yes. I know what I want. I want my family, and you are my family.”
Don’t fucking cry. “I would love that.”
“You can take the guest room on the other side of Bethany.” She turns away from me and strides back into the kitchen. I follow slowly in her wake, reeling with the news. “You can turn it into a nursery while you’re in there. Start on things.”
“The one I’m staying in?”
“Yeah. It’s a great size and further from Jacob’s room, so if they wake up crying, it won’t be too hard on him.”
“I agree. I was thinking the same thing.”
She turns around and leans against the counter, inadvertently putting her sweet curves on display for me. Her small hand reaches for me, and I step quickly to oblige. “Don’t make me regret this, Trevor.”
I shake my head. “Never. I won’t. I can’t.”
Paige cups my cheek in her small hand and then slides it to the back of my head, using it to pull me closer until I’m a breath away from her lips.
Her other hand lands on my chest and drifts down until she curves her fingers into the waist of my jeans.
I swallow a groan and lock myself down, even as my body reacts swiftly to her touch.
“I miss you, Trevor.” She tugs me forward until I’m towering over her.
I brace my hands on either side of her on the counter, and I can’t stop the groan this time.
“I miss you.” I rasp, making her smile. Then she brushes her hand against where I’m aching for her. “Oh, God, yes.” Wait. “You’re playing with fire, wife.”
She bites my lip and palms my cock at the same time, and I press my body firmly against hers. “Trevor.” Her voice is breathy, needy, making my heart race in my chest.
I press against her palm and realize that I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager. Unless—
Her laughing shriek fills the air as I gather her soft, familiar curves into my arms. “Put me down!” Paige wriggles, but rather than trying to get out of my hold, the vixen wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, pulling herself tighter against me.
Her beautiful face is inches from mine, her body molded against me.
I can’t remember the last time she willingly came into my arms.
She feels like home.
Panic, not passion, consumes me at the thought. She is my home. I’ve been drifting, floating for weeks, months. Existing for the briefest contact with her, my son, or my sister, only to be set adrift again and again.
I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her again. “Paige.” Her name is ripped from my lips. A current of hot need collides with a wave of hopelessness and the painful, all-consuming fear of losing her, even as she squeezes me tightly in her arms.
I’m horrified when my vision begins to blur. No, not right now.
“Oh, honey.” Her hands release from around my neck, and I seize up, preparing my heart for the agony of having her pull away from me again.
But rather than the cold of her distance, warmth caresses my cheeks, and a soft press of her lips slides against my own.
She leans back but remains close enough for her lips to move against mine.
“Shh. I’m right here.” She presses closer, drifting her lips back and forth across mine again, and again. “It’s alright. I want you to touch me.”
My chest is tight. I’m wound up, ready to break at any hint of her leaving.
I’m playing a dangerous game. “I love you. I love you so—so fucking much. I—God, Paige. My soul. While I’m with you?
” I kiss her this time, the first time in so long.
Too long. I pull her tongue into my mouth, sucking in rhythmic pulses.
She moans, and fuck me. She’s the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen, ever felt, ever wanted.
I palm her ass and swallow her sigh as I pull her tighter against me, grinding her center against me.
She feels like heaven, and I’ve been living in my own personal hell.
I rest my forehead against hers, and our hard panting fills the quiet.
“While I’m with you, my soul lights up. I’m brighter, better, and I burn for you.
” Paige stares at my lips, licking hers. Is she tasting me? I want to taste her.
“I need you.”
I answer her with a groan and by tasting what’s mine. Her body writhes against me as I fumble my way to our—her room. I’m half blinded, but I know our home, despite the haze of being so close to my woman while she moans about needing me inside of her.
I maintain enough sanity not to slam the door closed or shove her hard against a wall, but we stumble directly to the bed. I toss her onto it, and while she bounces, I leap over her and pull myself up to the top, my back against the headboard.
Her curls are everywhere when she looks up at me. “What the hell?” Paige fixes her hair and scowls over at me, only to freeze and watch as I undo the top button of my jeans. Her tongue darts out again, and I shudder at what might be happening in her wicked mind.
My voice is a dark rasp when I’m able to swallow my groan. “I need you to listen to me carefully. Can you do that for me, love?” She nods, a single, entranced motion. “Good girl. Now, you need to take off your fuck hot, tight little pants you’ve been teasing me in all day. Got it?”
She nods again, then searches my face as she stands and slowly peels the fabric from her body.
What’s left is a scrap of material, not the type of underwear I expected my pregnant wife to wear.
“Oh, shit.” I ease the zipper down to pull out my hard cock.
I bite back a groan and pump it once. Paige loves to watch me touch myself.
“Did you wear those for me?” Her eyes, locked on my dick, drift to mine, dazed and hooded.
She nods, and her hands drift to her tiny thong.
“No, wait. Leave them on for now.” She freezes and waits.
Fuck, I love when she does this. “Take off your shirt.”
Her hands move quickly to the hem of her shirt, but she pauses with her fingers there. “I’m not—you know I’m pregnant, and—”
“My mouth is watering just at the sight of your pregnant body, so yeah. I’m aware.” I have to squeeze the head of my cock to calm the fuck down as she slowly lifts her shirt, baring her rounded belly and massive fucking tits. “Yesssss.”
The shirt lands, and Paige glides her hands to the hem of her sports bra. “And this?” She teases, snapping it rather than lifting it. Her nipples are enticing hard nubs poking underneath the fabric.
“Yes. And that.” Fuck. Yes. I give up all semblance of control and stroke my aching cock.
All my blood is centered there, but I’m able to move slowly and deliberately.
She pulls the fabric over her head, and her sweet, pink nipples are bigger and dark and hard as fuck.
I need them in my mouth. I jerk my hips up with the jolt of pleasure that runs through me. “Pinch your nipples.”
Paige takes her fingers and thumb and squeezes, throwing her head back and moaning. “They’re sensitive.”
Shit. I stop stroking. “Does it hurt?”
She meets my eyes, and rubbing her thighs together, she says, “It hurts so good, baby.”
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, fuckity shit. I have to squeeze my balls to keep myself grounded at the need saturating her voice. “Show me. Show me how hot you are for it.”
Paige bites her lip, watching me closely for something, some kind of clue.
She dips her hand down her belly and past the fabric that barely covers her pussy.
Her other hand continues to massage and pluck at her breast, and we need to move things along quickly.
When she pulls her hand out, her fingers are covered in her sweetness.
I nearly die. “Give it to me.” My voice is a rumble, and my wife smirks.
She walks to the edge of the bed, then crawls up to where I’m sitting back. I’m mesmerized by the sway of her breasts, the dip in her back, the swell of her hips, her round ass, and her swelling belly. She’s a feast for my eyes.
With one hand, she reaches out to touch my waving cock, but I hiss in a breath. “Wait.”
Paige snatches her hand back, her face falling, “I thought—”
“Oh, fuck. No, baby. I’ll come immediately if you put your pretty hands on me.
” I release my cock and grasp her hand in mine.
“First, I need to taste you.” I pull that hand to my lips, and fuck, she tastes so good.
I suck her fingers and roll my tongue over each digit before popping them back out.
“Just as sweet as I remembered. Now I want you to take a seat.” I scoot down until I’m lying flat on my back.
Her eyes drift down to where my cock is lying on my stomach.
“No, not there.” I pat my lips with her hand, then tug her toward me.
“I need to eat your pussy, and I want you to ride my face.” Without much effort, I’m able to lift and maneuver her until she’s straddling my chest.
“You’re still dressed.” She’s panting and squirming on top of me.
“And you’re gloriously naked.” I pull at the soaked triangle. “Well, nearly. Now give me that pussy.”
She tentatively scoots forward, then freezes. “I haven’t really been tending to things—”
“Couldn’t give less of a shit. Now grab the headboard, and sit.
” I latch onto her ass and pull her up toward my mouth.
“On.” Fucking hell. She’s glistening for me.
“My.” I bury my face between her legs and take a long, leisurely lick up her parted, wet pussy lips, nosing her underwear to the side to give me total access to exactly what I want.
“Face.” Her entire body shudders when I whisper the word against her swollen clit, and I’m praying she listens to me.
My neck is cramping where I’m having to tilt forward to flutter my tongue against her, but I’ll happily book a massage when she’s satiated.
When she bucks her hips in my hold and bumps my face with her pussy, I moan. “Yes, just like that.” She gasps, then finally—finally—sits on my face. I hold her by her curvy thighs, then run my hands up her hips and cup her generous breasts. Literally my dream woman.
“Oh, yes. God, yes.” Paige starts moving when I shove my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while I use my nose on her clit.
My cock is leaking, and I think I’m going to come already.
“Right.” She bucks her hips again, riding my tongue, my nose, my whole fucking face.
“There. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.
” Her movements begin to falter, so I grasp her hips again and move her over my face, keeping the rhythm she had before.
She begins to moan, a low keening sound filling the room.
I erupt as her flavor fills my mouth, unable to hold back my own pleasure at the undeniable proof of hers.
She slows down, then stills, panting above me.
“Oh my God. That was … Holy cow, Trevor.” She lifts off me, to my eternal disappointment.
I’d walk around with her straddling my face every day.
“Oh.” I open my eyes to see she’s looking at the mess I made. “Did you—because I—”
I’m sprawled out on the bed, peace and exhaustion filling every part of my body. “Mmhmm.” I fling my hand to the side, latch onto her arm, and pull her into me. “Be a good girl and tuck my cock away, then come here.”
“Trevor.” Her tone is admonishing, but she follows my directions beautifully.
I tense when she doesn’t immediately tuck herself back into my side.
I close my eyes and wait for her rejection—the words she’ll use to tell me this means nothing.
The pain I can expect to feel next, but instead, my world snags the blanket rumpled in the corner and covers both of us, snuggling into my side with a contented sigh.
“We can take a short nap, but then we need to finish cleaning up after dinner.” She leans up and kisses my cheek, then settles fully into my hold. I don’t even care that I’m still dressed. I don’t care that I’m covered in both of our releases. There’s only one thing left I want, desperately.
“Paige?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I—can I hold our babies?”
She bolts up and stares at me, bewilderment followed quickly by shock.
“Oh, Trevor. You haven’t—not since—” She nods her head and twists in my hold until her back is nestled against my front.
Gripping my hands, she places them on her belly and sighs at the contact.
The firm, rounded belly beneath my hands is equally strange and familiar.
The tension and fear and every negative emotion flies from my body as the warmth of holding my woman and our babies overtakes me.
I’m soaring, and nothing can bring me down.