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Climbing out I dry myself off as fast as humanly possible. Walking into the room completely naked and unashamed, I see Lana waiting on my bed with a bottle of oil.
“The royal treatment, my King,” she purrs, tempting me, making me grow hard.
“Royal treatments end with happy endings, my Queen. You sure you want to do that, since we’re waiting to have sex and all,” I banter, lying flat on the bed beside her.
“I’m trying to be a good girl, but you have a way of making me bad. So we will see Mr. Donovan.” I bite my lip and groan, wielding my cock to stay down.
“Massage woman, or I will break our little non-sex standoff and fuck you sore and raw.”
“I won’t mind, but let me rub your muscles first.”
“Ahh hah! Is that you giving in?”
“You know damn good and well Kingston that you and I can’t stop fucking for more than a week.”
“It’s been too long and I will never go an entire week again. Well, except after the baby comes. Princeton.” I push up on my elbows and extend my neck to kiss her round belly. “You are the world’s best, most handsomest, I’m sure, cock block.”
“Kingston.” She pushes me back down then straddles my ass.
“Your butt is so comfy,” she says, bouncing a little and I reach my hand back to squeeze her ass.
“So is yours, mama.”
“No touching the masseuse! Hands to yourself.” She squeezes down hard and I laugh, removing my hand in surrender.
“Alright. Get to lovin on me then.” The sound of the open window and rain beating down plays perfectly along with the kneading of her small delicate hands. We don’t say much at first, almost like we’re both thinking something.
“Do you think it’s weird that Joel stopped sending things?” She speaks first, making me wish I had. I don’t want to talk about him, but she’s communicating, telling me about what she’s feeling and one thing I learned while loving Lana is that when she talks, you listen, because her feelings are something she rarely shares.
“No, I think the detective made him realize that he will be locked up for longer if he does anything to violate his order.”
“True, but doesn’t this all seem way too good to be true?”
“What?” I flip over, wanting to face her. She catches on and lifts off me a bit then seats herself back down, this time on my hips, her hand automatically going to my tatted chest and rubbing.
“Us. I mean, I let you in so fast, opened up to you in ways I thought would take me forever. Then bam, we get pregnant and we’re together. It feels like everything has happened without a hitch, not one hiccup.”
“Baby, this relationship has been a continuous strain of hiccups,” I remind her. She starts to get fidgety and gawks down at me.
“Sorry it’s been miserable,” she huffs.
“Stop that.” I grab her wrist to stop her hands on me. “That’s not what I meant, Lana, let me finish.” Watching her, I wait for her to nod. When she does I let go of her wrist and starts to play with my abs, drawing little patterns.
“We’ve been in love with each other since we were kids. Before Joel, before Seattle and before the baby. But we’ve faced hell during those days. Loving you and not being able to save you was torture. Then being able to have you and you not let me was insanity. Then when you finally, after years, baby, let me in, we had to work fucking hard. Your dad nearly choked me out. Then the letters, the attempts to scare you again from Joel—all that and we’re finally here in a place where I so badly wanted to fucking be. The boot dropped a thousand times and we got through it.”
“You’re right. You’re so right.” She brings my hand to her lips and kisses it gently. Giving each knuckle a sweet little love bite. I bring my free hand to her growing belly, running my hands over the smooth silk material of her black nighty.
“Look at us now, we deserve this Lana. You here with me, our son growing healthy and us together, just being whole. We deserve it. Stop worrying about the unknown, because I will always save you.”
“Kings..” Tears fall, landing on my chest, sinking into the skin. Like ink I catch those tears and let them mark me. Those are tears worth catching, because those are the tears of a survivor.
“Don’t speak, just feel, just forgive, just let him go.” With this I hope in some way my words make enough impact that they can reach into her soul, stitch her back together and heal her back to who she was before him.
“The only thing I wanna feel is you, forever my King.” Her words do what I wanted mine to, they heal me after all the years of regret for not saving her sooner. They sew my soul together with hers and we become one.
“I’m forever in here. Never to part, never to leave.” I place my hand right above her heart and I swear we both feel that surge of electricity come through me and shoot into her, like lightening in a bottle striking the same place twice.
Just like that, I make love all night to my pregnant Queen heavy with our child, full with my love and completely carefree.
