it's like rain in the air. I can smell it before it comes.
*
Rose
Noose lays his head against my swollen belly.
“That's a roller!” he yells. Then he quickly covers the baby's elbow, leg, or whatever body part shifts underneath my naked skin.
“I can touch him,” he says, voice filled with wonder.
I nod. It's a miracle.
I know I became pregnant that first time we made love. “You made an honest woman out of me, Noose,” I say, loving him for marrying me. Just loving him.
He shakes his head. His dark-blond hair slithers over my body, and the sensation causes a long sigh to slide out of me. “You were always honest, Rose.”
Our eyes lock while heat swirls between us like fragrant steam. “Am I too far along for what I think you want?”
“And you don't want it?”
I laugh. “Arrogant bastard.” I smack him, and he grabs my hand, adds it to my other, and presses my wrists behind me.
“Your parents have Sir Charles…” His eyebrows give a suggestive tilt.
I laugh harder. “You can't get away with calling him that. It's only Dad who's allowed.”
“Hmmm.” He gently scoops me up and turns me over.
I automatically position myself on my hands and knees as his hand runs from my nape to my bare butt. My pussy grows wet.
“You're so hot, all pregnant and shit. With my kid in there.” His breath is warm on my back. His finger presses deep, and I move my hips back against him. Noose kisses each bone along my spine then lays his face on the small of my back. The stubble along his jaw is erotic abrasion, and I shift, loving the coarseness as his fingers move inside me.
“Love you, Rose. Glad you saw reason and we tied the knot.”
I hear the smile in his voice, right before he slowly and expertly pushes inside my wetness.
“Noose,” I whisper as he rides me gently.
“Don't want to hurt the munchkin.” His voice is tight. His prick is a hard long weight inside my body. I clench my muscles around him, and he picks up speed, not pounding but using deep strokes to stretch me.
Delicious weight builds, and his finger moves to my clit. “That's it, baby, come for me.”
Sure strokes and an expert finger have me yelling my orgasm, spasming around his length. Noose thrusts a final time, checking himself at the last moment as deep throbbing jets fill me and we come together, this man who sheltered me from the storm of my life and brought me a new one.
We're safe, Charlie and me, safe from the evil that almost ruined us. Noose made sure of it.
He finally withdraws, and his fingers trail down my side. With an arm, he guides me into the shadow of his body, and we lie together. Not speaking, just being.
Noose's hand finishes its journey, and like he can't help it, he splays his fingers over my distended belly. Then both his hands mound my breasts. He kisses first one, then the other.
“This is the best part about you being pregnant, babe.”
“Please!” I say, mock punching him. “I thought you said it was that I couldn't get pregnant? Or how about this one—”
Noose puts a finger over my mouth. “I just love you. Love your tits, love my kid in your belly, love that you're mine. Think it's hot as fuck that you're knocked up with my kid.” He smile is gentle.
Noose is more tender than when I found him.
But still fierce.
It's on his face—his desire to protect me. Protect his unborn child. To protect Charlie.
“I was so scared,” I confess, momentarily shattering the peaceful moment.
Noose doesn't get angry that easily, but his brows come together in irritation. “We got off. That's what's important.”
“The police held you. What if they get charges to stick eventually?”
He kisses my hand in reassurance—his new favorite thing—right above the ring he gave me. Noose sometimes stares at the sparkler when he thinks I don't notice.
I notice.
The perfect princess diamond glitters from a nest of smaller, channel-set ones. A simple narrow platinum band makes up the wedding
*
Rose
Noose lays his head against my swollen belly.
“That's a roller!” he yells. Then he quickly covers the baby's elbow, leg, or whatever body part shifts underneath my naked skin.
“I can touch him,” he says, voice filled with wonder.
I nod. It's a miracle.
I know I became pregnant that first time we made love. “You made an honest woman out of me, Noose,” I say, loving him for marrying me. Just loving him.
He shakes his head. His dark-blond hair slithers over my body, and the sensation causes a long sigh to slide out of me. “You were always honest, Rose.”
Our eyes lock while heat swirls between us like fragrant steam. “Am I too far along for what I think you want?”
“And you don't want it?”
I laugh. “Arrogant bastard.” I smack him, and he grabs my hand, adds it to my other, and presses my wrists behind me.
“Your parents have Sir Charles…” His eyebrows give a suggestive tilt.
I laugh harder. “You can't get away with calling him that. It's only Dad who's allowed.”
“Hmmm.” He gently scoops me up and turns me over.
I automatically position myself on my hands and knees as his hand runs from my nape to my bare butt. My pussy grows wet.
“You're so hot, all pregnant and shit. With my kid in there.” His breath is warm on my back. His finger presses deep, and I move my hips back against him. Noose kisses each bone along my spine then lays his face on the small of my back. The stubble along his jaw is erotic abrasion, and I shift, loving the coarseness as his fingers move inside me.
“Love you, Rose. Glad you saw reason and we tied the knot.”
I hear the smile in his voice, right before he slowly and expertly pushes inside my wetness.
“Noose,” I whisper as he rides me gently.
“Don't want to hurt the munchkin.” His voice is tight. His prick is a hard long weight inside my body. I clench my muscles around him, and he picks up speed, not pounding but using deep strokes to stretch me.
Delicious weight builds, and his finger moves to my clit. “That's it, baby, come for me.”
Sure strokes and an expert finger have me yelling my orgasm, spasming around his length. Noose thrusts a final time, checking himself at the last moment as deep throbbing jets fill me and we come together, this man who sheltered me from the storm of my life and brought me a new one.
We're safe, Charlie and me, safe from the evil that almost ruined us. Noose made sure of it.
He finally withdraws, and his fingers trail down my side. With an arm, he guides me into the shadow of his body, and we lie together. Not speaking, just being.
Noose's hand finishes its journey, and like he can't help it, he splays his fingers over my distended belly. Then both his hands mound my breasts. He kisses first one, then the other.
“This is the best part about you being pregnant, babe.”
“Please!” I say, mock punching him. “I thought you said it was that I couldn't get pregnant? Or how about this one—”
Noose puts a finger over my mouth. “I just love you. Love your tits, love my kid in your belly, love that you're mine. Think it's hot as fuck that you're knocked up with my kid.” He smile is gentle.
Noose is more tender than when I found him.
But still fierce.
It's on his face—his desire to protect me. Protect his unborn child. To protect Charlie.
“I was so scared,” I confess, momentarily shattering the peaceful moment.
Noose doesn't get angry that easily, but his brows come together in irritation. “We got off. That's what's important.”
“The police held you. What if they get charges to stick eventually?”
He kisses my hand in reassurance—his new favorite thing—right above the ring he gave me. Noose sometimes stares at the sparkler when he thinks I don't notice.
I notice.
The perfect princess diamond glitters from a nest of smaller, channel-set ones. A simple narrow platinum band makes up the wedding
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