by Ella Miles
Her face brightens at my reaction, and she walks over to me, trying to find a way to sit next to me on the small bench next to my giant ass.
“I don’t want you to get too excited. I haven’t taken a test, and I haven’t had a doctor confirm it yet either. So I might not be—but it’s just a very educated guess after knowing my body so well,” she says.
Calm down, I tell myself. Don’t get too excited. Not until it’s confirmed by a dozen doctors. Not until she’s gotten through the first trimester. But there is no stopping my excitement.
I grab Siren and jerk her onto my lap.
“Zeke! No, I’ll hurt you.”
“Not possible, not after that incredible news.”
“So, you’re happy?”
“I’m ecstatic!” I grab her lips, capturing them with my own, trying to get them to stop grinning long enough to give her a proper kiss. Instead, we both just end up laughing and smiling like idiots against each other’s lips.
“I was nervous you didn’t want kids. I wasn’t even sure I wanted kids, but then I saw Kai and Enzo’s twins and—“
“And everything changed. The impossible became possible. If they can do it and keep their kids safe, then so can we,” I finish her sentence.
She nods, leaning her head against my chest, her hand going to her still flat stomach. I put my hand on top of hers.
“I’ve never felt this happy. I never thought I’d be married. Never thought I’d have kids. Never thought I’d be happy. I thought I’d die one day protecting Enzo’s ass.”
Our smiles stop at that. This changes everything. I mean, sure, the getting married part changed a lot, but the having a kid confirmed it. There is no going back. Our family comes first—the three of us.
“I can’t protect them anymore, can I?” I ask.
Siren frowns. “I don’t know. We have to put each other first. Which means we won’t be doing as good of a job at protecting our employers, our friends. I don’t think Enzo and Kai are just going to let you stop working for them. Not because they are cruel, but because they love you and want you in their life.”
I brush my hand through her wet hair, lost in thought.
“I love you, Zeke. Everything else we will just have to figure out,” she says, pressing a tender kiss against the hardness of my neck.
I stare down at her white bikini and see her nipples harden as she leans against my bare chest.
“Let’s head back and stop thinking about our future. At least, what this means for our future in this world. Let’s just think about the three of us and enjoy our wedding night,” I say.
“Agreed,” Siren says. She moves to get off my lap to start the boat up, but I can’t let her go. I don’t know if I can ever let her go again.
Instead, I’m able to lean back enough to start the engine and steer us back to the yacht.
We tie up at the aft, and then Siren climbs off my lap with a towel draped over her shoulders. Enzo is waiting on the yacht’s platform, ready to help me out of the boat and probably to try and tuck me back in my bed.
“I love you, Enzo, like a brother, but I’m naked, and it’s my wedding night, so if you’d like to be able to look at your kids in the morning without a black eye, I suggest you go back to bed,” I say.
Enzo raises an eyebrow. “As if you could beat me up in your state.”
I grab onto the railing and pull myself onto the yacht. The towel around me drops to the floor, and I’m naked standing on the yacht.
“I beat you up in the hospital no problem,” I say.
Enzo rolls his eyes and then looks to Siren. “You okay dealing with this ogre tonight, or do you need help?”
“I got this,” Siren smiles brightly.
Enzo nods. “I’ll keep the happy news from Kai until morning, but expect some extravagant over-the-top celebration in the morning. The twins get up at six. I’ll see you at seven.”
And then Enzo is gone.
“Bastard,” I curse. I pull Siren into my arms. “There is no way I’m going to be done with you by seven.”
Siren giggles as I try to scoop her up in my arms and fail.
“Dammit, this isn’t very romantic, is it? I can’t even lift you up and carry you over the threshold like I want to,” I say.
She gets a twinkle in her eye.
“Whatever you are thinking, no,” I grumble.
But before I can protest, she’s scooped me up in her arms and is carrying me down the stairs to our bedroom.
“This is really emasculating; you know that, right?”
“I do, and I don’t care. We are equals in this marriage. Most men don’t get the pleasure of having their wives carry them over the threshold, but how lucky are you?” She kicks the door open and plops us down on the bed.
“You’re incredible; you know that? The strongest, most badass woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I never thought I’d get married, but if I had to imagine the perfect woman, she wouldn’t even come close to comparing to you. I thought I wanted a woman who would drag me out of this world, not one who could fire a gun and throw a punch as easily as I can. But I was so wrong.”
“You didn’t live up to the guy I pictured as the man I wanted to marry,” she says.
I frown.
She grins. “Kidding—of course, you’re better, hubby.”
“Better than your first hubby?”
She makes a disgusting face. “I was only married to him on paper. It wasn’t real.”
“And us?”
“We aren’t legal on paper, but we are real in all the ways that matter. And tomorrow, I’m going to shout to the world that we’re married.”
My eyes heat, and I lick my lips in anticipation of tonight. I roll her over onto her back as I prop myself up on my elbow next to her. I don’t have the strength to give her an entire night of making love to her body like I want, but I have enough to make her feel good on her wedding night. To give us memories we can keep when things get hard.
“What are you doing?” she giggles, but her voice falls serious when I throw the towel lying lazily on her body to the floor.
“I’m making love to my wife.”
“Zeke, I love you, but I don’t think this is the best id—” her voice stops when I kiss her neck just above her collarbone. It’s tender and sweet, and she makes gasping noises when I do it. Her body curls, her back arches, her hips shift. She can say this isn’t a good idea all she wants, but it’s the best idea.
“You have to tell me if I do anything that…” I can’t finish my sentence. I’m too scared that if I even mention what Julian did right now, it will be enough to ruin the moment.
She looks up at me with hooded lids and a soft expression on her face, like she already came and we are about to begin round two, instead of just starting.
“All I’m thinking about is you, Zeke.”
I take a deep breath, realizing I’m the one who’s terrified. My biceps are shaking, not from the fatigue of holding myself up, but because if I touch her wrong, she’ll be back in that moment with Julian, that moment I couldn’t save her.
“Make love to me, Zeke. Put your mouth all over my body.”
That’s all I need. I kiss her neck again, loving how it makes her squirm. I wonder if I could make her come if I stayed at it long enough. But I’m not patient enough to try, and I want to explore her entire body.
I pull on the string at her neck that releases her bikini top, and then I shove the thin white fabric away. I kiss over the upper curve of her breast before finding her nipple, so ready to be devoured.
I take my time, enjoying every sound. I’ve been selfish when I fucked her before—teased her to get her excited for when my cock finally entered her. But tonight isn’t about me. Tonight is all about her.
I’m going to memorize every sound, every whimper. I’m going to know which spots on her body are her favorites, and which cause her toes to curl.
I take her nipple, licking a slow circle around it before
biting it gently with my teeth. I won’t be rough with her tonight. Not for a second. I don’t want to induce any bad memories.
The gasp followed by the torturous whimpering tell me I could definitely make her come by just stimulating her nipples, but it’s not what I want. I want all of her body.
I give both of her nipples ample attention, until they’re so hard they could cut through ice. Then I kiss down her scarred stomach. I kiss each scar, and wonder at the thought that there is most likely a baby in there. Tomorrow, we will find out for sure. There are doctors on board. I’m sure they can run a simple pregnancy test.
Siren strokes my hair as I take my time kissing her stomach. It’s not turning her on like when I was torturing her nipples, but I need a moment to gather myself so I don’t end up crying like a virgin bride on her wedding night.
All it takes is spotting how soaked her white bikini bottoms are to remind me of my mission.
“Remove these, and then ride my face,” I say in a deep, commanding voice. I feel my body shaking, even kissing over her body is taxing right now. But I can lay on my back and fuck her pussy. My tongue has plenty of stamina for that.
I lay back on the bed, not covering my own nakedness even though I don’t want Siren to see me as her injured anchor. I want her to see me as her knight in shining armor. I want her to know that from now on, I’ll move mountains, change the flow of rivers, and jump across oceans to protect her and our baby.
I look over at Siren, now a naked goddess coming out of the water, much like she was the first day I met her. Her hair is still soaked and parted. Her entire body glows from the saltwater, still sticking to her skin combined with my kisses, bringing her blood to the surface of her skin.
“I should have called you goddess, not Siren,” I say. “Although, it was your fault I call you Siren.”
She grins. “Siren fits better.” She carefully parts her legs over my face, not lowering herself yet, but damn, do I have a good view. Her drenched pussy. Her flat stomach. Her gorgeous breasts. “If you thought of me as a goddess, you wouldn’t remember that I can lure you to your death as easily as I can save you.”
I grab her hips. “Oh, I know my Siren. I know. That’s one of the many reasons I love you.” And then I yank her down onto my face. I taste how sweet she is, mixed with the saltiness of the ocean.
“Jesus, Zeke. Keep that up, and I’m going to come in like five seconds,” Siren purrs as she grabs the headboard above my head as she rocks her hips back and forth, increasing the friction. I circle my tongue over her clit, knowing she likes the unexpected. I switch my technique up again, from fast to torturously slow. The adorable cry of a whimper tells me I’m doing it right.
I smile. “I need to feel you pulsing around me when you come.”
I slip a finger between her folds and into her depth. I feel how wet, warm, and perfect she is. She pulls me in deeper, deeper, deeper. So deep I never want to leave. And I never will.
I hear her scream my name, but it seems like she’s in another room shouting my name. It’s distant, not right above me.
Everything feels isolated for a moment.
Not because I don’t hear and feel everything she’s feeling, but because I’m hyper-focused on my own body for a second. I can definitely be a selfish, cocky bastard.
But this isn’t just about me. It’s about our future.
Taking my wife like this, bringing her so much pleasure, hearing her come apart above me has done something to my body. I feel a stirring I never thought I’d feel again—a warmth between my legs, a hardening.
Just like that, I have hope for our future again.
17
Siren
“How am I sore, and you didn’t even fuck me with your cock?” I ask, stretching as Zeke kisses my neck, trying to get me all hot and bothered for the fourth time since we became man and wife.
He grins. “Because my hands can stretch you as well as my cock can.”
“Ahh,” I moan as his fingers slip between my legs again.
He’s made me come three times already, which may not be our high score for a night, but it was exactly what we needed last night. Each time would end with me coming and then snuggling up in Zeke’s arms as we drifted off to sleep with the smell of me on his breath.
Each time he made me come, I’d sneak a peek at him. I’d study him, trying to read all the signs he’s not telling me.
I’d notice how his voice changed.
How his nipples would harden, along with all the muscles on his chest.
How his face would flush.
Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I know his cock started to harden and lengthen that last time. We need to talk to a doctor to understand his injuries and his road of recovery. But it sparked hope—hope that he can heal. That nothing was taken from him. And that not only are we going to be blessed with a baby, but we are going to be a fully functioning family.
“We need to get you a pregnancy test. I’m dying to know for sure,” Zeke says, still moving his fingers over my clit before dipping them inside me.
“Mmmm,” is all I can manage to get out. I’m sure he’s right, whatever he’s talking about. I would agree to anything he says right now.
He laughs, realizing now is not the time to have an important conversation.
Two seconds later, I’m coming and screaming, lost to my own pleasure. I really want Zeke to heal so I can fuck his cock again. But if for some reason that’s not possible, I won’t be missing out on the pleasures of the world. He makes sure of it. I will just have to figure out how to make him feel this good while we are waiting for him to heal.
There is a loud knocking, and we both growl at the door grumpily.
“Wake up, sleepyheads! Although, I know you’re already awake. I heard Siren moaning,” Kai says from our bedroom door.
“I thought the room was soundproof?” I ask Zeke.
“It is! Well, mostly, but there are security cameras everywhere, and I might have checked it out this morning just to see if you were awake before I came down,” Kai says, opening the door.
“Privacy. Boundaries,” Zeke hisses at her.
She shrugs. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m just so excited to have a sister!”
Zeke looks from the crazy woman invading our room to me. “You aren’t sisters.”
“Sure, we are. You’re married. And you and Enzo are practically brothers. And you and I are like brother and sister. Either way, it makes her my sister-in-law now!”
Zeke narrows his eyes at Kai like he’s going to murder her. “What’s happened to you? You are never this bubbly. That’s why you and I get along so well.”
“Sorry, I had an extra shot in my coffee this morning. Enzo has me drinking cappuccinos now, and I get a little too excited sometimes. But I’m just really, really happy! I have my family back!” Kai comes around to my side of the bed and hugs Zeke, then leans over him to hug me.
I try not to blush as we are both naked and smell like sex, but I guess Kai watched us on the security camera too, so I shouldn’t be embarrassed about the smell.
“The first thing I’m doing when I get out of this bed is disabling the security cameras in this room and changing the lock so you can’t get in,” Zeke grumbles.
“I didn’t watch anything, you perv,” Kai says, winking at me. She definitely watched something.
“Now, get up and get dressed. I want to hear all the details about your wedding and plan something where we can celebrate all our marriages. Enzo and I didn’t get to have a wedding with all our friends either. But now you’re here, and we can.”
“You do realize there is a mad man after us, right? You shouldn’t be this happy,” Zeke says, but he has a smile on his face now. He’s happy for his friend.
“Just get up and get dressed, you oaf. I’m tired of looking at your ugly ass. I’ve been dealing with unmarried, single guys who only want to talk sports and guns. I’m ready to talk girly stuff, so get up so that Siren and I can becom
e bestest friends.”
I smile at that. “You are going to have to fight Nora on that one.”
“Oh, I know. I haven’t told her that you got married yet because I know she’s going to want to be your maid of honor when you do a redo, but I get to be best man, right? You’re not going to make it Enzo or Langston?”
“Get out! Or you’re going to see more of my naked ass than you’ve ever wanted to,” Zeke growls.
Kai leaves, and Zeke stares at me. “Sorry about her.”
I grin. “She just loves you and is excited for you. If you think she’s bad, just wait until Nora finds out. She’s going to want a re-enactment of the wedding and last night’s activities.”
He frowns. “I think we should just barricade ourselves in this room and never leave.”
My stomach growls.
He presses his hand to my stomach. “I guess we should feed the little guy.”
I smile and press my hand over his. “Probably.”
“Any chance we can sneak away and find a doctor to administer a pregnancy test without everyone on board speculating or knowing you might be pregnant?”
“Well, we need to get you checked over too, so after breakfast, we’ll go see one of the docs on board, and hope they have a pregnancy test. If they don’t, we may have to tell Kai or Enzo to stop the yacht somewhere to pick one up.”
“Those doctors better hope they have a pregnancy test, or I’m throwing them overboard.”
“Says the man who can’t even lift me.”
“That’s it! You’re going to get it!” He grabs me and starts tickling me, and I’ve never been happier that he’s able to overpower me. It means he’s feeling better and getting some of his strength back.
When we can’t laugh anymore, we both get dressed. We both want to shower but decide we don’t want to piss off Kai and Nora for making them wait, so we just put on clothes. Zeke struggles to put on his jeans, but I know he’s determined to not let his injuries affect him in any way. So if he wants to wear jeans, then dammit, I’m going to support him wearing jeans.
We hold hands as we walk upstairs and into the kitchen, following voices. All eyes fall on us, and the room goes quiet as Kai, Enzo, the twins, Nora, and Beckett all stare at us.
