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“How risky?”

“Well, if you were using the rhythm method based on the timing of when the progestin would have run out, from three days from now, the twelfth for a week any sex you have it’s almost guaranteed you’ll get pregnant.”

“Okay, thanks for the call.”

“Wait, don’t you want to make an appointment to come in?”

“I’m actually going to wait. I’ll call when I’m ready.”

I’m holding Simone’s hand. I hate not being able to pick her up yet, but the stitches were too sensitive to be bothered for another day or two. Chris sets down the bag of sushi, kissing my temple as he greets his daughter. She smiles to see him, wiggling in happiness.

“What’s that look on your face about?” God, he could read from another room.

I slide into his lap, an eyebrow goes up as his arm goes around my middle to hold me close. “I got a phone call from my doctor’s office. They made a slight mistake. The implant wore off. I’m no longer protected. If I want to be I need to run my ass to their office to have another implant put in.” His eyes darken, and he shakes his head. “Or a shot, it’s only good for three months.” He shakes his head again. “I could go on the pill.” He shakes his head again. “Because if you fuck me you’ll knock me up.”

Oh damn, his kiss is fire, burning hot enough to turn my bones to dust. “It’s long past time. I’m going to fuck a baby into you and watch you get big with our love.”

“Yes, please.”

***

Chris

When Amelia tells me about the call from her doctor’s office my cock gets so hard it fucking hurts. The cause isn’t the call, it’s the brilliant green

shining up at me. She’s ready, she wants it, she wants us, forever. I tell myself to pull back, to restrain myself. I can’t. I love the way she doesn’t want me to either, giving up everything to me.

Every fear I had is gone. For months she’s been present in every single day. Hell, I think I’ve read more than she has. Being a baseball wife has ratcheted up her interest in the game. Unwilling to get caught out not knowing who Ernie Banks or Billy Williams is, she took her research seriously, asking me a dozen questions as she watched old games. She has been at nearly every game, only twice not able to travel because of cases she was handling for the legal clinic, then this latest trip because of Holly’s baby due any day.

During this whole crazy last week, she’s been so fucking strong she amazed the hell out of me. A part of me feels guilt for ever doubting her. For ever being afraid she didn’t have what it took to be strong enough to bend, but not break when things got hard. She’s it, my whole life. No more waiting.

***

Amelia

Two days feels like an eternity as Chris and I are slowly dying for the need to find a quiet place to mate like wild animals. Seriously, why the hell is that so fucking hot? We don’t even make it home from the hospital. Ethan calls us as we are getting Simone strapped into the car to tell me Holly is in labor.

Seven hours later I get to hold my nephew for the first time. John Alexander Bishop is kind of perfect. I agree with Holly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby boy so beautiful. Ethan rolls his eyes as he hides a smile. When it’s time to leave, I can’t stop smiling at the way Ethan is on the bed holding Holly, looking down at his son in happy amazement.

Chris hugs me to him, and I melt into him, I hadn’t even realized he had come back from the game. He’d left hours ago with a kiss I barely noticed. “Sugar, tears are the last thing you should be shedding right now.”

“I know. I’m happy for them both. Ethan was miserable for so long, he just never realized it. Holly was everything he didn’t know he needed.”

“Trust me, he knew he needed her, he just didn’t know how the hell to let go and trust in it.”

“You had a hard time trusting in us.” I’d felt it. I tried not to resent him for it. I understood, in our beginning I didn’t do a very good job of showing him he could.

He nods as he settles Simone into her seat. “I wanted to. Then I figured we both needed some time to become us, a couple in new roles we never had before. We did need time, but I know not trusting in you made it harder for you and I to become we, us. I’m sorry.”

“I understand. We’re both all in now and that’s all that matters. Now take me home and make love to me.”

We make it home in record time. He takes the stairs two at a time. I’m in awe of how quickly he changes Simone, then has her dressed again and in her crib. He grabs me by the wrist and drags me into our room. Clothes melt away as he kisses me hot, deep, thoroughly. I’m on my back in bed without our lips ever separating.

He lifts his head, and my fingers tangle in his hair, holding on to the only solid thing in my world. Soft, gentle kisses press into my cheek as they travel to my ear. Every special spot is licked, sucked, and kissed as he whispers in my ear all the dirty things he plans to do with me, pulling a moan from deep inside of me, begging for him to make good on his promises. His mouth is hot on my neck, where my shoulder meets it. As he did so many months ago, he sucks long and hard, then bites the tender flesh. The sparks of pain have me answering him back as I drag my nails down his back.

Oh, I rub my sensitive breasts against his chest, loving the feel of his silky hair teasing me. Chris hums his approval as he moves down my body. Cupping a breast, his eyes darken as he studies it before suckling deep, harder and harder while the velvet of his tongue plays over the nipple. I can’t take it anymore. I’m begging for him to stop. Gasping in relief when he does, I groan as he begins the same slow torture on my other breast. Twice more, he drives me crazy before with a last soft kiss he licks his way down my body.

I need him badly. I’m begging him. “Fuck me, please fuck me. I need your cock now. You promised, you need to fuck your baby inside me.”


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