Marriage by Bargain - Book 2

Chapter Twenty-One

Zandre

I never thought myself to be a sentimental kind of guy but I'd have to be made out of stone to not be moved by the scene in front of me. I looked on in satisfaction as my wife swayed in her father's arms with a soft smile plastered to her face.

It was her.

She was the reason I was so happy, seeing her happy settled something deep within me that I hadn't even known was disturbed. She had swept in and anchored my life and for that I was forever grateful. There weren't many men that could enjoy the sight of the woman they loved so unbelievably happy, most of them would never even find a woman they wanted to spend more than a night with but I lucked out. I found an amazing lover, a good listener, a life partner, wife and in a another four months she would also be the mother of my first child. The first of many I hoped to have with her.

She had been flitting happily around from guest to guest as if she had to play hostess at her own wedding. I didn't have the heart to tell her not to, it was undeniable that she was enjoyong herself and I didn't want to be the one ruin that joy for her. Now she had slowed down and was dancing with her dad again, no doubt having exhausted herself from all the buzzing around she'd been doing. Unable to stay put any longer, I made my way onto the dance floor to claim my wife for our umpteenth dance of the night.

"May I?" I asked for the sake of politeness even though I had already swept my lovely bride into my arms.

"Hey you," she said sweetly as she looked up at me.

I leaned in and pecked her forehead, "Hey yourself, are you tired now?"

"Just a little bit, I'll be good in a second," she mumbled into my chest as she leaned heavily against me.

"You have to take it easy," I reminded her sternly, not wanting her to over do anything.

"Okay, okay..." she grumbled and I was positively sure I heard her call me a sour puss.

I laughed and tipped her head up for a kiss which she gave without complaint.

Naia was in hormonal tears as we began to bid everyone goodbye, despite the fact that she was the one who asked if we could go get started on our honeymoon. I shook my head in amusement, the woman was an absolute nut. At a signal from Lia, I moved in and peeled my silly little wife off of Kim and said my own, much briefer, goodbyes.

Soon we were settled and the car was well on its way to the airport. I turned to my bride intending to get a little pre-show of our honeymoon, only to find her all cried out and fast asleep on the seat beside me. Her lips were slightly parted, cheeks flushed and she had long since undone her fancy updo which left her dark wavy hair spilling across face as she slept. I shook my head, amazed at the unpredictable woman I had gone and gotten myself married to.

She's lucky I think she's cute, I thought to myself as I arranged her more comfortably against my body. She gave a little contented sigh before snuggling closer and all I found myself concluding was that she would be worth every bit of crazy that she came with.

I was seriously beginning to reconsider whether or not I was sure this lunatic was worth it. I was constantly having to remind myself that she was pregnant and couldn't help her behaviour. So far, Xanaia had done everything imaginable to drive me up the wall; late night expeditions to get the most ridiculous foods, random stops to get things we didn't even need but would make her feel better and not to mention the temper tantrums and tears if I ever dared to say no to any of her requests. Don't get me wrong I loved the woman but I most definitely would not be opposed to sedating her until it was time for the baby to come. It only got worst when she acknowledged that she was driving me crazy and felt guilty about it, which led to even more tears and me having to find ways to comfort her. I mean one would think that a romantic private island honeymoon would be filled with nothing but beautiful memories and lots of sex. Mind you, we did have sex quite a bit but the lack of sleep coupled with Naia's uncontrollable moodiness was really taking a toll on me.

Fortunately, today I managed to bribe her with an all day spa treatment inclusive of unlimited food. She wouldn't be home until much later and by then I hoped to have a full eight hours rest so I'd be ready to go at it with her moods again. I relaxed into the soft pillows of our cabin suite and promptly fell into a deep sleep, my first since we got here.

Naia

My heart melted a bit when I entered the bedroom and saw Zandre fast asleep.

"My poor baby," I murmured as I caressed his face.

He turned his head into my palm, even in his sleep he sought the warmth of my touch. It made me feel all the more guilty for the hard time I'd been giving him since we got to the island. I leaned forward and kissed his face, unable to stop myself from smiling at the fluttering inside my womb whenever I was really close to him. Our baby was already quite attached to her daddy, although he liked to insist that she would be a boy.

God, I loved this man.

I leaned into him again but this time kissed his lips. Our little one didn't budge, I had a feeling she sensed that my intentions had changed and this was no longer play time.

I deepened the kiss, nudging his pliant lips apart. He remained sleeping for another two minutes, allowing me to kiss his face and neck. His arms came around me suddenly the minute my tongue grazed the indent between his neck and shoulder. He was definitely awake now, or so his rigid erection led me to believe.

"Baby, what are you doing?" He asked though his voice was still rough with sleep.

"Making love to my husband," I answered between kisses, "take off your shirt." I whispered against his earlobe before nipping it lightly.

He couldn't hide the way his chest rumbled with a suppressed groan as I made contact with one of his most sensitive spots. He eased me off him gently and rose to comply with my request. I peppered tiny open mouthed kisses along his collar bone and downwards to his chest once he was lying on his back again. He pulled me into a straddling position over his body. I had a feeling that he intended to make me do all the work tonight and that was fine by me.

I flicked my tongue over his flat nipple, pleased with his surprised gasp and the way it hardened immediately. I kissed my way to his belly button, his body tensed with anticipation when he realized my intention. I looked up at him from my position between his legs.

"Take them off," I instructed.

He shifted back and shucked off both his shorts and boxers in one go. I could sense his impatience so I decided to let him win tonight and took him into my mouth without any further preamble. He gasped and hissed, unable to stop the way his hips bucked reflexively from the shock. I pressed my palm flat against his lower abs, indicating that I wanted him to stay still. He got the message and did his best to comply as I worked him from tip to base.

"Naia," his voice was strained as he tried to get my attention, but I was lost in the power I was wielding over him.

I vaguely registered being pried away from him and rolled onto my back. My next coherent memory was the feel of him filling me to the hilt in one firm thrust. My back bowed and nipples tightened almost painfully as pleasure ripped its way through my body. I reached for his face and he brought it closer so I could kiss him. We got into our rhythm and and it was hardly ten minutes before I was coming apart at the seams. It was near impossible to suppress my moans as my body convulsed around his hard length. I clutched the sheets and grinded my pelvis against his to prolong the pleasure. As my body went through the final stages of the orgasm, I felt him gently roll us so I was on top again.

"Take me there baby," he said in a gruff tone and I did, enjoying every second of watching the man I loved come apart beneath me.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble babe," I whispered sleepily as we spooned after our love making.

"It's alright sweetie, I know you can't help it," he assured me, absently stroking my belly.

Between his warmth at my back and his gentle touch which calmed the baby, I fell completely asleep in no time. I had nothing but happy dreams, filled with babies and laughter. And cake.