A Bundle of Joy 2: The Baby Proposal (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Roxy Wilson

breath. “I was behind them on rear protection duty.” He gulped again. “Saw a trash can against a mud wall. Tried to get their attention, but…they didn’t hear me.” He took a moment to compose himself. “Before I could get to them, it blew up…I…I couldn’t save them.”
    Selene winced, not because she hadn’t heard it before, but because he’d actually experienced the harrowing ordeal. It was real, not a figment of his imagination. Four of his friends died in that incident. Another lost a leg. Triston had escaped unscathed but he lived with those dark, bloody memories that plagued him almost every night.
    “You couldn’t do anything.”
    “That’s what the therapist tells me.” He sighed as he turned to face her. His dark eyes were filled with pain and regret. “But if I’d seen that trash can a few seconds before…if I’d…” Triston scooted backwards until his back rested on the teak headboard
    Selene reached over and straddled his hips. “If is a dirty word,” she said. “All of you were trained to look out for these things.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “And I’m so sorry you all missed the clues that something wasn’t quite right.” She rubbed her forehead against his. “If anyone’s to be blamed, it’s the people who make such wars necessary. Not you, not your friends who sacrificed everything.”
    Triston rubbed the spot on her belly where the baby had kicked. His mind was clearly els ewhere. She wished she could take away his pain, but it was a slow, healing process. It would take time .
    In the meantime, she could do something else to distract him. As she lowered her head towards his, he pulled her in and kissed her, his lips hungry as they moved over hers. Selene pressed herself against his lean body, her skin on fire. Her fingers trailed from his shoulders, right down his chest, to his six-pack abs, enjoying the sensation of his warm skin under her finger pads. He was so fit, hard, and lean.
    His hand s moved to her buttocks, and he squeezed them. His fingers brushed against her opening, making her squirm as a lance of desire shot through her. Pregnancy did that to her, she found herself getting aroused more quickly than ever before. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. Heat and desire settled in her core as her fingers traced his lips.
    When Triston slid his length inside her already wet center it was like she’d only taken a sip of one of the finest wines, which only whet her appetite, making her crave another taste. Triston groaned. His hands cupped her heavy breasts, eased down to her round belly, and settled on her hips. Selene moved up and down, enjoying the sweet, tingling sensations that began to build inside her. A ball of heat lodged in the pit of her stomach, making her insides turn into liquid jelly as she picked up the rhythm.
    A whirlpool of excitement twisted through her veins, and her breasts heaved with the breath that was hitched in her throat. Selene leaned towards him, so that her nipples could brush against his smooth chest, again and again. His scent, sweet and spicy, hit her nostrils, making her more aroused. She nipped his bottom lip. His breath came out in a sharp gasp, which she captured with her mouth. His hands squeezed her butt, urging her to move faster and faster. Ready, hovering on the edge of mindless passion, Selene straightened and then bored down ruthlessly. She wanted him to be consumed by her. Her body erupted with the ferocity of the climax that rippled through every fiber of her being.
    Even as she trembled in its aftermath, Triston set a pace that once again carried her over the crest. She moaned as hot, slick need slithered inside her. Once more, pressure began to form, inducing a sea of flaming, sizzling, sensations in her belly. Twirling curls of desire coiled around her in their tantalizing grip.
    And then he came inside her, a hot geyser of sin washing over her womb, and triggering a second orgasm, not as intense as