The Fall - Book 2

254. Why is that so hot?

DECEMBER 19, 2020 — THE BARNES HOUSE — BUCKY

Réa shifting in my arms wakes me.

"No, don't go. Stay here," I sleepily mumble, holding her closer.

"I'll be back...I need to pump again. I'm lucky I didn't spring a leak."

I immediately relax my hold, feeling her rise from the bed. I open my eyes to watch as she pads into the closet. When she emerges, clad in an ankle-length, teal robe, she blows me a kiss, then slips out of our bedroom; I listen to her footsteps fade as she moves down the hall to the nursery.

I stretch, glancing at the clock on my bedside table, seeing that it's just past two-thirty in the morning. I slide out of bed and grab my jeans from the floor, removing the belt from the loops before pulling them on. I zip them, leaving the button undone, then head downstairs to the kitchen.

I grab one of Réa's tumblers, filling it with water and a few cubes of ice, then adding the matching lid and straw. Once that's done, I fill a second cup, gulping down the cool liquid; I place my cup in the dishwasher and carry Réa's upstairs.

"Here, sweetheart," I hold up the cup as I enter the nursery. "Brought you some water."

"Thank you," Réa says, giving me a sweet smile.

I cross the room, placing the tumbler on the small table beside the glider. I lift my wife's feet from the ottoman and take a seat on the stool before settling her feet in my lap. I wrap my hands around her left foot, pressing my thumbs into the heel then sliding them up the arch to the ball.

She lets out a quiet hum of pleasure, and flexes her toes. "You spoil me."

"And I love doing it," I grin, repeating the motion with slightly more pressure.

"Well, I really apprecia—oh, gods," her statement fades into a soft moan that has heat flaring in my veins.

'Not now,' I tell myself.

"No...but once I'm finished with this...if you want," she remarks through our link.

"Are you sure?" I ask aloud.

"Yes."

Her response hangs in the air, the single syllable full of carnal promise. I swallow audibly, then turn my attention to her other foot, feeling the muscles relax beneath my fingers. Eventually, Réa finishes pumping, and I gather the bottles and the pump parts.

"What are you—"

"I've got it, doll. Be right back."

I head downstairs, storing the milk in the fridge then washing the pump parts. I take the now-dry parts from earlier back upstairs to the nursery, depositing them in their storage container that resides in one of the dresser drawers. With that done, I make my way back down the hall; I step into our bedroom, and stop in my tracks.

Réa is sitting at the foot of the bed, completely bare except for a pair of skimpy, powder blue, satin underwear that...

"Holy hell," I rasp. "Do those tie on?"

She nods slowly. "They do."

I kick the door shut and I start toward the bed, my eyes locked on my wife.

"God, you're gorgeous," I say before I lean down and crush my mouth to hers.

The kiss is potent and heady; her arms twine around my neck and she pulls me closer as her tongue tangles with mine. I lightly nip her bottom lip, and the heat in my veins intensifies at the little gasp that slips from her. Wanting—needing—to hear more sounds like that, I trail my lips over the line of her jaw and down her neck to the place where it meets her shoulder. I lightly graze my teeth over the spot before soothing their rasp with my tongue. Réa's head tilts to the side, allowing me more access, and when I brush my lips over the sensitive spot behind her ear, she gives a small shiver before pulling my lips back to hers.