"Wow!" Reign spins around the room. "Is this for me?"
"Yes it is," Dex nods with a big grin. "Check out all your new toys. Look at this. It's a real train set."
"Wow," Reign repeats, sitting down in front of the tracks. "This is so cool."
Dex joins me and we watch him play with the trains, joining in some time later. We eat lunch a few hours after that. We can't seem to tear ourselves away from our son, but when he can't stop yawning after lunch, we realize he's probably still exhausted.
Reign doesn't even fight us as we put him down for a nap. He's fast asleep before I close the bedroom door.
Dex and I are now alone. I lean against the door of Reign's room, exhaling. Dex's palm lands on the door to the left of me and he grins.
"He's perfect." He cocks his head to the side, sensing that I'm nervous. "You okay, toy?"
I nod. I agree with him, I'm just overwhelmed by emotion yet again.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he says, hungrily grabbing my throat and bringing it to his mouth. He bites and sucks on my skin, making me giggle. "I want to fucking devour you, toy."
"Please," I whisper. "Shhh."
I take his hand and we run down the hallway to our bedroom. His body comes crashing against mine the moment I close the door behind us. His mouth is fast, desperate, as it latches onto mine and steals kiss after kiss from my lips. I remember the news I need to share with him, fighting the smile off my face.
"Dex, wait," I say softly. "Please."
"Why?" he snarls. "I want you naked on the bed. I want to fuck you. Now, toy."
"Wait." I take his hand.
"Why are your hands trembling?" He glares at me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I take a deep breath, guiding his palm to rest over my belly. "Just... feel..."
He stares blankly ahead until it hits him. Then, his eyes snap to mine and the smile he can't hide begins to tug his lips upward. "Are you..."
"Yes," I whisper.
As we look deep into one another's eyes, I see the boy I fought so hard. The boy who loved me even when he hated me. Dexter is a man now, but his boyish charm hasn't gone away. And I realize I'll never stop falling in love with him, over and over again.
"You're pregnant," he mutters.
"I am," I smile. "And Dex? It's twins."
He laughs out loud, shaking his head. It's the most genuine moment of happiness I've seen him have. While saving Reign made him feel like a savior, a superhero, this had made him humble, made him feel like a man. And as his eyes lock with mine, I read all that and more in the silent whisper of his lips. They move to the words, and I repeat the same - I love you.
We don't need to say it. We never had to.
The next few things happen so fast I barely get the chance to react. Dexter rips my clothes off and tosses me on the bed like I weigh nothing. I brace myself against the mattress as he climbs on top of me. His smile is devious as he tears my panties off, revealing the round globes of my ass.
"I'm not coming in your pussy tonight, toy," he warns me darkly, and my skin bristles at the possibilities.
Dex cages me beneath his lithe, muscular body. His teeth dig into my skin. He bites, sucks, licks and teases every inch of my skin, and I do my best to fight the moans escaping my lips. But we both know what he's going to escalate to.
Ever since we lost Reign, Dexter has been treating my sadness with pain.
But now that there's nothing to be sad about, I find myself still addicted to the hurt.
The searing slap of his belt against my skin. The whoosh of the whip through the air. My screams, his groans. It's what I need. What I thrive on. And I made Dexter Booth swear he'll never stop giving it to me.
My body shivers in anticipation as he parts my ass and I hear him spit. Drool dribbles down my ass, and I clench, my cheeks turning red as he begins to run the clear liquid into my hole.