Placing a hand on either of his pecs, Savannah gave herself over to the pleasure. The control she had was intoxicating and the burn of her pussy stretching to take him was addictive. Every downward stroke allowed her clit to nudge against his hard pelvic muscle and she wanted more – more – more.
He wanted to freeze this moment. He wanted to remember it forever – how it felt and how she looked. Savannah was losing herself in the rapture, riding him, lifting and falling – taking him deep. Patrick helped all he could, raising his hips in the same sweet rhythm. Unable to resist, he covered her tits with his hands and massaged them, feeling her body tighten around him, watching the flush of an impending orgasm rise up her chest, coloring her skin. “Cum for me, Baby. Squeeze me.” Rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, he felt her shatter. Her whole little body jerked and he felt her sheathe flutter around his cock, squeezing and caressing. There was no way he could hold it back – the sight of her, the sexy little moans and gasps she was making – the sure knowledge that he was home and married to the one woman created just for him – all of that together caused him to shatter. He felt the sudden blissful release of tension as his seed jettisoned up inside of her.
“Love you,” she sighed as he pulled her down on top of him for a kiss. Patrick was stunned by the perfect rightness of the moment. Savannah was nestled in his arms in perfect contentment. How much more blessed could they be? Both had known the ravages of pain and sorrow, now they both knew joy and the promise of tomorrow.
“I love you, Baby, more than you’ll ever know.”
Epilogue
“It’s a girl’s night out, and I’ve been working like a dog!” Cato sang completely off-key, and off-lyric, too. This was the first time Savannah had hosted a party at her home. Patrick had encouraged her and so far so good. It was just her friends – but it was special. She had prepared chicken salad and cheese dip and brownies rich enough to choke them. And three pitchers of margaritas!
“You’ve got two songs mixed up, Girlfriend.” Tammany started to explain the difference between the Beatles and the Judds, but decided it wasn’t worth it. They all lay stretched out on Savannah’s bed. It was an odd place for a party, but they had gravitated here so they could ooh and ahh over the baby clothes and items for the nursery that Savannah had bought.
“Where’s Harley?” Fresca asked. Since the wedding, all of their friends had become close. Harley and Beau had become friends with Hawke and Jayco and Revel. And Fresca and Hawke were dating. Tonight, Savannah intended to work Cato and Tammany into the mix.
“She had a phone call.”
“I can’t believe the two of you eloped,” Cato fussed. “You just deprived us of a high-heel good time.”
“We had a party when we came back from our honeymoon. That was fun.”
“Yea, I bet the honeymoon was fun. Is he as good in bed as he looks like he is?” Fresca never beat around the bush.
“Yes, he is.” Savannah answered plainly and the three girls giggled like school girls.
Harley came back in with a funny look on her face. “I have to leave.”
“What’s wrong?” Savannah rose and went to her friend.
“You won’t believe it. Last weekend we traveled to Texas to attend Aron and Libby’s wedding. They went to the Cayman Islands and Cancun on their honeymoon and while they were snorkeling – Aron disappeared.”
“Oh my God!” Tammany and Fresca sat up. They had never met the McCoys but hearing Beau and Harley talk about them had given them the all the feeling that they knew them.
“Is he dead?” Savannah couldn’t help but ask.
“No, one knows. A search was launched. The brothers all went down there. Noah is still there, but they’ve brought Libby home. She’s had health problem and she’s about to give birth. This is just terrible.” Harley looked worried.
Savannah hugged her. “What can I do?”
“Pray, I guess. Joseph and Beau are close, so we’re going back to Tebow. I’ll call you as soon as I know anything.”
The party broke up then and she walked everyone out. Patrick was driving in as the girls were leaving and she ran to him, throwing herself into his arms.
“Hey, what’s this for?”
“I love you and I missed you and I’m glad you’re home.”
“Remind me to leave more often.”
“No. I need you.” She kissed him on her favorite comfort spot – right in the middle of his chest – mainly because that’s as high as she could reach without him bending down. “Harley got a call and Beau said that Aron McCoy went missing on his honeymoon. They were snorkeling and when Libby came up – he was gone.”
“Shit!” He held her even tighter.
“I know how she feels. It hurts.” Ciara nudged in betweenthem – demanding equal time – but this time Savannah refused to budge.
“Let’s hope they have as happy of an ending to their bad situation as we did ours.” Patrick tilted up her face and kissed her. “How do you feel, Mrs. O’Rourke?”
Savannah smiled. She would pray for the McCoys, but right now she was going to give thanks and enjoy her husband. “I feel perfect.”
“Yes, you do,” he agreed as he ran his hands over her luscious little body.
“Where have you been?”
“I’ve been taking care of business.”
“What kind?” “
He knew this would make her happy. “When I went to give my final statement on Lucas, I resigned my commission.”
“Really?” Savannah jumped in his arms, sobs of joy pouring from her. “You get to
