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"Hi!" she smiled, pressing her ear to my belly.
"If you listen hard enough, you'll hear him saying 'let me out! '" Ryker teased her, picking her up and hauling her up onto his shoulders.
I thought Matteo might die when Ryker put her on the pony for a ride.
I watched, grinning at Ivory as she fiddled with the impossibly beautiful cake she'd made, and feeling Royce kick my belly.
Once, my life had been black and white.
Ryker lit it up in vibrant color. And I'd never go back.
These were the moments that made a home.
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The bath soothed my aching feet. The only trouble was that I couldn't get out on my own. That and the fact that Ryker was a stickler about making sure the water wasn't too hot, so it got cold too quickly. But by the time Ryker had tucked the kids in, I was ready to come out.
He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, and stared at me with nothing but love in his gaze. All the frustration, the anger that had once been there was gone. We had a good life with our kids, and even though life was difficult, and I knew it took its toll on his sanity, he did everything he could not to bring it home.
Even on the days when his soul looked battered, when I knew he was freshly showered and it had been a bloody day.
Stepping forward when I held out my arms, he lifted me from the tub gently and set me to my feet so he could towel me off.
I didn't remember being this horny with Axel and Ines, but that was probably in large part due to the marriage I was in. Ryker had always driven me crazy, always made me want him, but since getting pregnant it had been nonstop.
It was inconvenient, considering I'd stopped working at the studio five months ago and Ines stayed home with me during the day. Not that Ryker was around during the day anyway, and I didn't imagine he'd be easily available to stop home for a quickie while they waged war on Murphy.
When he guided me to t
he bedroom, he lay out on the bed like the meal he was and raised a brow at my scowl. "Oh, so you didn't want to ride me?" he chuckled. I pursed my lips, but refrained from answering as I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.
I both loved and hated riding him. The sight of my enormous belly hanging free and my boobs that were too fucking big made me feel insecure, but there was no mistaking that Ryker loved them. His hands ran over the tight skin of my stomach, touching where I swelled with his child. If my size was any indication, Royce would be as big as his father. But being in control meant I could find the sweet spot that seemed even more elusive and somehow even more sensitive.
I couldn't handle Ryker's mouth on my pussy, and it drove him crazy. It was too much, too intense.
Grinding my hips down on him, I let him slide against me. When I finally slid him inside me, it was to the feeling of his hands on my ass, guiding me into position as he growled beneath me. Even wet from the friction of him between my thighs, it took some time for me to work him most of the way inside before his hands shifted to my hips and he stilled me.
"Easy," he murmured, ever cautious with his pregnant wife. He wouldn't take me too hard, wouldn't give me everything out of fear of hurting the baby. I appreciated it on some levels.
But on others it made me murderous.
With every rock of my hips he prevented me from taking that last bit of him, but he gave in other ways. His eyes held mine, raging like a cold storm that communicated just how desperately he wanted me. The same way I wanted him.
So I rocked my hips over him, taking him in slow pulses I felt inside all of my body. And when I finally found my orgasm, Ryker flipped me to my back and took his with my legs spread wide and him staring down at me splayed out in front of him.
Our love was suffocating. It was too intense and too much, often, but it was also the kind of love where I could feel him wrapped around my heart, where he made me feel alive in a way I'd never had.
It was unbearable. It was perfect.
It was life in color.
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