Begrudgingly, I remove my hand from between her legs and smile against her throat when I hear her guttural groan. Wrapping my hand around her hip, I align her center perfectly against the head of my length.
“Slowly,” I rasp.
She understands my words as she slowly, so achingly slowly, sinks down along my length until she’s taken all of me inside of her. Birdie lets out a whimper, then a sigh as her hands release their strong grip against my shoulders.
Releasing my lips from her throat, I loosen my grip on her hair and lean back slightly. “I want your eyes, darlin’.”
Her eyes flutter open and she looks directly at me, but she’s not looking at me at all, she is looking inside of me. Birdie not only hears more than she should, she somehow sees it too. I don’t know why or how, but this woman sees more of me than anyone ever has.
“What do you see?” I chance asking.
I could play it off, pretend that she doesn’t see anything. I could pound into her body and take what I desire every night, then go about my days, as if I’m not falling deeply into her. I could do all of that, but it wouldn’t be true to how I feel inside.
Her hips begin to roll ever so slightly and I don’t stop her, but my hand in her hair tightens again. She lets out a shaky breath, her gaze focused on mine as she begins to move, riding me as only she can.
“Don’t fear the future, Colt. The gods did not bring us together only to tear us apart. They have written the fates and we must continue on together. Fighting what grows between us, what grows inside of me, it cannot happen.”
Her words don’t sound as her own, but I cannot deny their truth. She is right. We must work together, we must allow our relationship to flourish and I must stop pushing her away.
Sliding my hand from her hip, I press my hand flat against the middle of her back and pull her a bit closer toward me. I want to feel her warm, soft body pressing against mine. She lets out a sigh, her face nuzzling against my neck as her hips begin to move faster, grinding against my pelvis with each buck.
I growl as she whimpers and it isn’t long before she cries out against my skin and I feel her cunt squeeze me, milking my own release from my body. We’re both breathless as I release my grip on her hair, wrapping both of my arms around her and just hold her against me, enjoying the quiet moment of just the two of us.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
BIRDIE
I wake up with two strong arms wrapped around me and when I open my eyes I see the warm sunshine peeking in. Pushing back against Colt, I hum as I allow the warmth to fill me, but it isn’t the warmth of the sun, or even from his body, it’s the warmth of love.
I love him and he loves me as well.
I have a feeling that he’ll never be the man who professes it constantly, but instead he’s going to show me and I am quite alright with that. His hand moves from its place on my hip and he presses his palm against my belly.
“Our child grows.”
Smiling to myself, I turn my head to look back at him. He dips his chin, his eyes finding mine almost immediately.
“Do you care if it’s a boy or a girl?” I chance to ask. I can’t help but think about his daughter and wonder if he’d never want another.
He hums, touching his mouth to mine. “It doesn’t matter, just that the babe and you are healthy.”
“And me?” I ask.
He snorts. “Of course. I know I haven’t been the nicest, but I care for you, deeply.”
Turning around in his arms, I tip my head back and smile up at him. “You care for me deeply?” I prod.
He chuckles. “You know that I love you, Birdie. It is the truth, not just sanctioned by the gods, but me, the man that I am, loves the woman that you are.”
Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t allow them to fall. Instead, I give him a shaky, watery smile. I open my mouth to say something when there is a knock on the bedroom door. Colt frowns before he throws the covers back and stomps toward the door.
Quickly, I pull the bedding over my naked body and sit up, my hair undoubtedly a complete mess and watch my naked husband yank open the bedroom door. I blink, then blink again as a young, beautiful woman stands in front of him. A woman that I’ve never seen before.
She glances down at his nude body, then glides her gaze back up to meet his, not an embarrassed bone in her entire body. Narrowing my gaze at her, I press my lips together and watch them.
“May I help you?” Colt asks, his back stiffening.
She turns her head to the side slightly in an attempt to appear demure and shy, when I can already tell that she is no such way. She bats her lashes at him before she clears her throat.
“Breakfast is ready, Colton. I was hoping that you could take me into town today. I left some things at the Blue Bird Theatre that I need to gather.”
There is a long moment of silence and I don’t know what I expect, but it certainly isn’t Colt’s willingness to take this woman to the whorehouse. Maybe he thinks that I don’t know the name of it, but I have that shit memorized.
He tells her that we’ll be down in a moment, then closes the door and turns to face
