The Fall - Book 2

226. ...exactly where I'm supposed to be.

JUNE 17, 2020 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — BUCKY

I watch Réa slip off her sneakers while I kneel and remove my boots; as soon as I'm done, I grab her hand and pull her to me. My hands cradle her belly, and I place my lips against the curve as I speak.

"Hi, Conall. It's me, your dad. The doctor told me and your mom that you're growing just like you should be. I'm—we're—so proud of you, buddy. You just keep on doing that, okay?"

Réa gasps, and my eyes dart to her face as she brings a hand to her mouth.

"What?" I tilt my head in question.

"He moved. Almost like he was answering you," she replies, the sheen of tears in her eyes.

"Were you answering me, buddy? Telling me and your mom that you're going to keep growing and getting stronger?"

Réa shakes her head, and though I remember from all of the reading I've done that Conall is still too small for Réa to feel every movement, I can't help the small eddy of disappointment that swirls within me...which is compounded by the same feeling coming from my wife via our mental link.

"Your mom and I love you so much, Conall, ár Mac Tíre Beag. So much." I press a gentle kiss to Réa's stomach, then stand, pulling my wife into my arms.

"We did this, Réa...we did this!" Just like when she accepted my proposal and when she told me we're having a baby, I pick her up and spin her in a circle, my arms around her waist pressing her body to mine.

"I told you he's a he," she says when I set her back on her feet, giving me a slightly sassy smirk. "A little boy, who's going to look just like you."

"Yes, dear, you were right," I playfully reply, smiling when my wife giggles in response.

I lean in to kiss her; just before my lips meet hers, her stomach rumbles.

"Hungry?" I grin.

She nods. "Mmhmm. Starving." She pauses, and her eyes rove over me, the expression in them making my blood heat. "But I don't want food."

"Ré—" I start to tell her that she needs to eat first; that there will be plenty of time for that later, but that thought evaporates as she interrupts me.

"I just want you."

Her statement sends a bolt of lust slamming into me. A growl rumbles in my chest, and I pull her into a searing, intense kiss. Her hands fist in my shirt and she softly bites my bottom lip before gliding her tongue across the same spot. I lift her, and her legs immediately wrap around my waist as my hands settle beneath her thighs; I stride toward the bedroom but stop just before the doorway when Réa trails kisses along my jaw and gently tugs my earlobe between her teeth.

Before I can fully process my reaction, I'm pinning her against the wall beside the bedroom door, my lips trailing down the column of her throat to the place where her neck and shoulder meet. I lightly nip the sensitive spot, soothing the rasp of my teeth with a swirl of my tongue.

"Bucky," she gasps.

Her hands move to my belt, unbuckling it before unzipping the fly of my jeans; she slips her right hand inside, freeing me from the confines of my boxer briefs. She strokes me several times, using just the right pressure and pace to have me thrusting into her hand.

"Fuck me," she purrs. "Right here...please, fuck me."

"Oh god," I groan, my cock twitching in her grip.

Using my body to keep hers pinned to the wall, I move my hands between us, a sound of frustration escaping me as I feel the denim of her jeans.

"Take them off...rip them if you have to. I need you," she breathlessly mewls. "Need to feel you inside me."