“Oh God. Yes!” She pushes up into me, rising off the bed onto her hands and knees.
I keep stroking her clit as I twist my thumb in her ass, plunging it in and out, just barely breaching her opening. She whimpers and twists her hips, another plea falling from her lips. “Please fuck me.”
“Okay, but you have to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“No screaming like a wildcat. The baby’s sleeping.”
She groans, then nods. “I’ll do my best.”
The warm rush of elation that floods me is indescribable. I’ve never felt so in tune with a woman, so sure I want her in my life. When I line my dick up with her slick opening, the buzz of certainty gets stronger.
I widen my knees between hers and push in slowly, leaving my thumb pressed just beyond her tight opening. She shudders beneath me, her shoulders flexing as she clutches the pillow, letting out a low, muffled moan into its softness. Then I start to move. I go slowly at first so I can acclimate to how fucking amazing she feels, then speed up, twisting my thumb and fucking it in and out of her ass as I plunge harder and faster into her pussy.
She rocks back against me, keeping the same rhythm until our bodies smack together and her moans start to rise in volume despite her face being pressed into the pillow. Her back arches, her oiled skin glistening in the dim light, then she freezes and throws her head back, grabbing at the headboard. I’m too far gone to care whether she makes a sound, but she manages to bite her lip, then gasp as she grinds back against me.
Her channel spasms around my cock, and I lose it with a groan I’m sure is loud enough to wake the dead, but it’s too late to hold back. I grab both her hips and pull her back against me, holding tight while she milks me dry.
“What was that about keeping quiet?” she says in a low voice, looking over her shoulder at me.
I dart a look at the baby monitor, but there’s no change in the dull whoosh-whoosh coming from Zoe’s nursery. Then I drop my head again and look down between us as I pull out and enjoy the mess spilling out of her.
She just watches me with that gorgeous smile, remaining on her hands and knees until I’m done admiring my creation. She doesn’t lie down again until I collapse on my side next to her and haul her close.
“I fucking missed you this week,” I say.
“Same here.” She traces her fingertips over my stubble, studying my face as if it’s been months since we saw one another, not a few days. She leans in and kisses me slowly, lips and tongue teasing sweetly against my mouth before she pulls away with a sigh and turns onto her other side.
I curl my arm around her and pull the covers over us. I could easily drift off just like this with her in my arms, but there’s something pensive in her demeanor tonight, and I’m a little afraid to ask.
“Looks like you’ve settled in,” she says before I can find the courage to say anything about her mood. She glances around the room. It’s only the second time she’s been here, but when she stopped by earlier in the week, this space was still filled with remnants of my baby brother’s high-school days.
“It’s getting there. Would you believe Mad, Marco, and I all fit into this one room for seven years without killing each other?”
She laughs. “No way! I’m amazed you and your brothers are so close. You’d think the opposite would happen.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s funny what having a common enemy will do for people. We were too busy worrying about Dad to give a shit about the lack of privacy. It definitely smells a hundred times better than it did back then, though.”
“Smells like baby oil now. You’re never going to get rid of this scent, you know.”
“I don’t really care right now.”
I squeeze her a little tighter. She goes silent for several seconds, and the only way I can tell she hasn’t fallen asleep is her nervous plucking at one corner of the pillowcase.
“What’s on your mind, Doc?” I ask, gripping her hand to still it.
A heavy sigh escapes her, but her body tenses so much I lift up on one arm and look down at her. “Baby, what is it?”
Her brows dip down and wetness gathers at the edges of her eyelids, then she clenches her eyes shut and shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I think it’s just that this is the first moment I’ve had to stop since we got back. I haven’t really had time to process everything, and so much still isn’t settled. Except right now, tonight, it all felt like it could be perfect for once, even though I know it isn’t.”
I raise my eyebrows. “This feels pretty damn perfect to me.”
She rolls onto her back and looks up at me, her face softening into that sweet expression she always gets when she looks at me. “It is, but I don’t feel like I can enjoy it until I know what happened to Chris.”
I inhale slowly and nod. “Right. Well, your mom and the powers that be have the intel. There was a lot for them to dig through, so it might take time before they find anything definitive. I’m sure we’ll hear one way or the other before too long.”
I hold back the fact that I kept a copy of it all for myself, but haven’t yet decided what to do with it, or had time to work my way through more than a couple years’ worth of the files. I feel a pang of guilt for not telling her, but I plan to the second I find anything relevant.
“You’re right. I need to be patient.”
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