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I don’t know what time it is, but it’s late. Or it could be early. All I know is that it’s dark, and I’ve just felt the mattress dip under my husband’s weight as he slides into bed behind me. I sigh when I feel his hand slip over my hip and splay on my stomach, pulling me back against his body. The press of his erection wakes up every part of me, especially the needy part between my legs which has missed him so much while he’s been away in Chicago.
“Hey Bug, are you awake?” he growls against the back of my neck, sliding the tips of his fingers under the elastic of my panties, his lips grazing the skin behind my ear.
I gasp as his fingers search through my tight curls and find me wet for him already.
“You missed me?” he asks, pinching my clit between his fingers, making me press my ass back against his hard dick. He moans and chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Oh Jake, I missed you so much,” I moan, moving my hips in time with his skilled fingers, knowing that he can get me off as quickly or as slowly as he chooses. It seems like tonight he’s going slowly—not allowing me to go too far, keeping me on the edge until I’m almost mad with desire.
“Don’t come yet, Bug,” Jake groans, taking his fingers away and sliding my panties down my thighs. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I roll onto my back as Jake positions himself on top of me, pushing my tank top up so he can take one of my hard nipples into his mouth. I gasp loudly when he bites down, and I feel him still and release my nipple with a pop.
“Bug? Did I hurt you?” he whispers, gently kissing my sensitive boob.
I run my fingers through his soft hair, which he’s let grow longer on top and take a deep breath. I wanted to tell him my news over a nice dinner but the snow in Chicago put a stop to that.
“You know when I got pregnant with the twins, my boobs were unbearable for the first few months?” I say quietly, hoping that Jake understands where I’m going with this.
“Yeah, sure. Are they giving you problems again?” he asks, stroking my face. I realize that my husband is talented in many things, but getting my subtle hints is not one of them.
“They are, but they should be okay in eight months or so,” I giggle and I feel Jake tense on top of me. He quickly reaches out and flicks on the lamp, causing me to shield my eyes from the sudden glare.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asks, his eyes wide and hopeful.
I smile up at my gorgeous husband, the man who used to get weirded out by kids but is the most natural father I’ve ever come across.
“Yes Jake, I took three tests yesterday. We’re having a baby!” I giggle, happy tears stinging my eyes as Jake jumps up on his feet and bounces on the bed, fist pumping the air in silent celebration. He’s fully aware that if he’s too loud, we’ll have two little visitors coming to check out the noise.
“Will you get back down here,” I whisper, giggling uncontrollably at the sight of his large erection bobbing up and down as he bounces between my feet. “You started something, and I damn well want you to finish it.” I let my legs flop open and run my hand suggestively down my body, stroking between my thighs.
Suddenly his look of glee turns hot and animalistic as he watches me stroke my pussy.
“Damn, Bug. I can’t wait for you to get all big with our baby again,” he growls, dropping down onto his knees and burying his face between my legs, bringing me back to the brink with his tongue and fingers.
I never thought we could be this happy, after so much pain and loss in both our lives. But here we are—lovers, partners, companions, parents to the best kids. And soon our happy little family will increase by one, or possibly two, more… and I can’t wait.
The End
Protect My Heart
by
Emily Bunney
Heart of a Wounded Hero Novella
Copyright © 2022 by Emily Bunney
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