The Fall - Book 2

224. I could spend hours like this...

JUNE 4, 2020 — LOUGHGALL, IRELAND — BUCKY

I carry Réa into the cottage, setting her down before closing and locking the front door. I start to close the distance between us, but she takes a small step back.

"Just...give me ten minutes, then meet me in the room?" she asks

I nod. "Ten minutes."

She hands me the photo album. "Put this somewhere safe, please," she says before heading to the bedroom we're using.

I move into the den, placing the album on the coffee table, my gaze lingering on the book. It was nice of Maeve to loan it to Réa; I'm sure that, later this afternoon, she's going to spend plenty of time poring over the pages. I hope she'll let me join her—I'm fairly certain she will—but if she wants to do so alone, I'll understand.

I don't dwell on that too long; the ten minutes is almost up...and I can't wait to see what Réa has up her sleeve.

I return to the front door, unlacing my boots and leaving them on the mat, then start toward our bedroom.

"You were right," Réa says as I open the door and step into the room. "I am starting to get a bump." She pauses. "It's hard to tell in this robe, though...it's a bit more obvious like this."

I watch her untie the robe and let it slide down her arms to pool on the floor, leaving her in some aqua lingerie that's all straps and lace. My pulse spikes and I immediately harden, my length straining against the fly of my jeans.

Réa turns to the side, and my eyes move to her lower stomach, taking in the sight of the small curve...where my—our—child is growing.

Emotions swirling through me, I immediately close the distance between us, turning her to face me. I give her a tender kiss, then kneel before her, gliding my hands over her stomach and pressing gentle kisses to her very tiny bump.

"Hi, little one. It's your dad. I'm so proud of you; you're growing so well. I love you so much," I murmur. A giant smile forms on my face, and I look up at my wife, my hands cradling her belly. "God, Réa...."

I stand and cup her face before crushing my lips to hers. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and her hands fist in the front of my shirt, trying to pull me closer. I move my hands over her body, brushing over the sides of her breasts and the dip of her waist before settling on the curve of her hips. I lift her into my arms, my hands sliding to her thighs as she wraps her legs around me.

I carry her to the bed, and we tumble onto the mattress. My hands grip her hips; I grind against her, and a beautiful moan slips from her. In response, I gently nip her bottom lip before sweeping my tongue over the spot. She pulls at my shirt, her movements nearly frantic; I sit up just enough to pull it over my head before my lips are back on hers.

I glide my right hand from her hip to the apex of her thighs, and she lets out another moan as I brush my fingers over her.

"Oh, fuck me," I growl as my hand meets her slick folds. "Doll, this is crotchless."

I see her open her mouth to reply, but I'm already diving between her legs, my tongue flicking over her clit. She tastes divine—like raspberries, salted honey, vanilla, and Réa—and I devour her, licking and sucking like a man starved, my shoulders keeping her thighs spread wide. Her hips tilt into me, and though I revel in her reaction, I once more grip them to hold her in place, wanting her to stay right here; to be surrounded by her taste and her scent, listening to her moan and sigh and scream my name.

"I could spend hours like this...actually, I'm going to," I say through the link that Réa left open. "The question is, do I let you cum, over and over...or do I get you right there and then stop, building you up until you're begging me to let you cum?"