Then, "Fuck, baby…I'm coming."
She leaned over and kissed him. His groans filled her mouth as his seed spurt warmly inside her. It was one of the most wonderful, sexy feelings in the world, holding the man she loved in her arms as he gave her all that he was, trusting her to hold and keep him safe at his most vulnerable time.
As his body went totally lax under her, still connected, she snuggled her head on his damp chest, inhaling his citrus-musk scent. His harsh breathing caused her body to rise and fall on his chest; it was sort of like riding waves. She could stay like this forever.
Ren nuzzled the top of her head. He stroked her back and hips in soothing massage. "God that was…fucking wonderful."
She peeked at him and found his molten gaze on her. "I thought you might like it."
"Well, you'll fucking love this—and so will I." He shot her a wicked grin. Before she could ask what he meant, he rolled her over and had her pinned to the bed with his body. His lips took a leisurely path from her mouth, down her throat, to each nipple and finally followed a line down her torso to her soaking wet mound.
"Ren?" Her voice squeaked. "You can't mean to…”
One large hand rubbed her lower stomach in a gentle massage, holding her in place. "Oh, hell yeah, I mean to." He nuzzled the skin just above her curls. A slight frown creased his forehead. He looked up at her, his eyes concerned. "We didn't use anything, baby."
"I'm fine. So are you." She shot him a wicked grin. "I, uh, accessed your medical file."
"I wasn't worried about diseases, baby."
"Oh, that. I'm on the pill."
He smiled broadly, a sexy twinkle in his eyes. "Good." He smacked his lips. "That way I can always eat you out after I come inside you."
"Jeez-Louise, Ren, do men really…"
"Your man does." He held her down with the hand on her tummy. "Now, just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. 'Cause I'm going to eat you up."
Keely held her breath as the first swipe of his tongue made a lazy figure eight on her labia, almost sending her into orbit. Her clit was hyper-sensitive from his earlier ministrations and the grinding movement as she rode him. She shivered and her buttocks clenched. "Ren? I don't think this is a good idea. It's too…too…"
"Shh, baby, just let me use a little firmer pressure." He licked her more firmly, managing to miss her over-sensitized clit. She relaxed into the bed. "Better?" He nuzzled her inner thigh, then took a slow lick and a nip where her thigh met the outer mons.
"Yeah…uh, yeah." Her hips lifted to meet his tongue.
"Good." He resumed the firm tongue-stroking of her labia with an occasional dip into her vaginal opening. "Sweet and spicy." He took another dipping lick. "Want a taste?"
"Um…" She twisted and arched as a surge of pleasure had her gasping.
"No pressure, sweetheart. We can leave that for another time." He resumed licking her labia. His gentle tonguing reminded her—when she could actually process the sensations—of a cat grooming a kitten. He was very thorough.
She felt the impending orgasm, just out of reach. "Ren, I need…more." More what, she couldn't voice it, wasn't sure what it even was.
He murmured something into her mons and added her clit to his leisurely oral sensual torture.
She moaned, arching her back. The pressure was stronger now. This climb to orgasm was nothing like the other one he'd given her with his fingers. This one was work. She reached and reached for it, but it wouldn't come.
"Ren…it's there, but I can't…" She was frustrated, panicky.
"Shh, baby, just breathe. Trust me. I'll get you there."
And she did trust him, more than anyone she'd ever met. Letting out a sigh, she relaxed into the sensations he gave her.
He inserted a finger and stroked a spongy place inside her. Simultaneously, his teeth raked gently over her clit. "Oh my God!" Her back arched off the bed, her hips seeking the release that waited just out of her reach.
Ren lifted his head, his hand massaging her cramping stomach muscles. "Okay, baby?"
"Yes. More pressure. I need more…"
Continuing to stroke the highly sensitive spot inside her, he licked her labia and clit faster and with greater pressure. It was when his thumb or finger or whatever pressed hard on her clit that she screamed and climaxed. Her lover continued his firm tongue action and added more fingers to the one stroking the amazing spot, working her orgasm, giving her more pleasure than she'd ever known.
"Oh God that is so good…so good." She tossed her head from side-to-side and gripped Ren's hair to hold him tightly against her clit. "Ren, baby, that is soooo fricking good."
His amused snort against her sex threw her into another mini-peak. After what seemed like forever, she shuddered through one more mini-after-climax and relaxed into the mattress like a pile of over-cooked linguini.
"Keely? Sweetheart? You okay?" Ren kissed his way back up her body. He lay next to her and pulled her into his arms, surrounding her with his heat and strength.
She inhaled and sighed. She loved his smell—no, their smell. "It was perfect. Abso-frick-fracking-lutely perfect." She placed a kiss on his chest, right over his heart. "I love you. And I'm not moving for the next day or so. And you have to stay here and keep me company."
Ren chuckled. "What about the pot roast?"
She peered up at his relaxed and wholly contented gaze. "Do you think they'll deliver?"
She smiled as her lover threw his head back and laughed. This had to be the most perfect day of her life. She closed her eyes and snuggled into him and barely felt him covering them with the comforter they had kicked to the floor.
Chapter 12
Two weeks later
"TWEETIE?" Keely sat on the edge of her brother's workstation in the Bat Cave.
"Yeah?" He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over tired-looking eyes.
He looked as exhausted as she felt, and she was so tired she'd been off her food for the last several days—and that only happened when she was burning the candle at both ends. They'd been working non-stop, tracing the identities of the mercs who'd died while attacking Sanctuary two weeks ago back to who'd paid them.
"I need to visit a town bigger than Grangeville or Elk City."
"Why?" A frown creased his forehead. "Ren told us to stay on Sanctuary until we got a handle on exactly who tried to kill us."
"Duh, Trujo sent the two men who found me on the cliff and the larger group was sent by the DoD baddie. I thought we'd decided that."
"We had. Ren is still not convinced—and until he is, he isn't playing loose with your safety. He would also point out that we still have no fucking clue as to the identity of the DoD traitor. He wants that guy bad. Fuck, so do I—and so does the NSA and several other alphabet-soup agencies, not to mention the whole Walsh clan."
"I'm working on it." There was a distinctive snap in her voice. She waved a hand in the air. "Sorry, I'm not mad at you or Ren. God, I miss him. I wish we could've gone with him, to cover his ass."
Once she'd discovered information on the two men who'd attacked her on the cliff and that info tracked to a holding company in Florida owned under one of Trujo's aliases, Ren took a team and went to Miami to verify the connection. He was worried Trujo was now in the United States after they'd lost him in South America almost a month ago.
"He doesn't want Trujo on the same continent with you. That bastard wants you for spoiling his death trap and to fuck with Ren's mind. Ren would go apeshit if something happened to you." And a careless, grief-maddened Ren would be easier to kill.
"I know." Keely rotated her tired shoulders and neck then swept her unruly hair behind her ears. "Ren loves me, but I'm not a hot-house flower needing a lot of special care. I could help track Trujo's hiding place."
"You can do that here, on the computer. Plus, he has all the help he needs. Vanko, Price and Trey are with him. I'd bet on that team any day."
"Yeah, they're good. I j
ust hate waiting." She looked around the room. "I need to get out of here. I feel like a mole, beginning to look like one, too."
He eyed her. "You look fine. Although now that you mention it, you are kind of pale."
"It's the clothing. It's all sweat-suit gray and doesn't fit. I need clothes, brother dear. I need a hair trim and a facial—and I need to see a doctor."
"Doctor!" He sat up. "What's wrong, Imp?" He looked over her again. "You sick?"
"No. I need to get a new prescription for birth control pills." She blushed. Until Ren had left two days ago to chase after Trujo, he'd made love to her several times a day. Once his fear of hurting her had passed, the man was a certified sex maniac—and she loved it. She'd been truthful that first time about being on the pill; she'd just neglected to mention that the last of her prescription had run out a week before they'd made love for the first time. Then she'd had her period and figured she was safe for a bit because of timing and the residual effect of having been on birth control. She needed a new round of pills for when Ren returned. Her man would want to pick up where he'd left off. And so would she. She really liked how he made love to her, all fiery heat and gentle touches.
"Oh, well, um…” He avoided her eyes, his face flushed. Her big brother was embarrassed. How sweet. "How about going to Couer d'Alene? It's a bit closer than Boise. We could spend the night and you could do the girly things at the hotel spa. They have a small mall and a lot of shops for the tourists. Plus, Lacey goes to a doctor there for her female stuff."
"Maybe Quinn and Lacey would want to go with us?" She liked Lacey, Quinn's wife. She was a nurse and had a warm personality and a great sense of humor. She'd be fun to shop with.
"Ren left Quinn in charge, but I bet Lacey would like to go. While you two do the girly thing, I can get in some skiing."
Keely rounded the desk and kissed her brother on the cheek. "Thanks, Tweetie. I just need to get away. I love this place, but I'm going stir crazy."
"Yeah, well, we need to do this and get back before Ren finds out, or you'll see him go crazy and in a bad way."
"I'll just tell him it was this or no sex." She laughed at the darker red staining her brother's cheeks.
"Sis, I may know you're having, um, intimate relations with Ren, but please don't keep reminding me of it." He shook his head. "I still see you in footed, pink bunny pajamas, playing GI Joe and Barbie going to war."
She leaned over and kissed him again. "And you sat right down on that floor and played with me even when all the other brothers picked on you. I love you, Stuart Allen Walsh. You are the best brother in the whole universe."
"Love you, too, sis." He stroked a hand over her back. "Now go and ask Lacey. We can leave tonight. I'll get us a suite. It's too early for tourist season, so there should be rooms."
* * * *
Thirty-six hours later
"Sis? Where's Lacey? We need to hit the road and get back before the storm hits."
Distracted, Keely ignored her brother's question as she watched him load the last of the packages into the back of the Hummer they'd driven to Couer d'Alene. His skis were already strapped on top. She wondered if she'd ever wear half the clothes she'd just bought. In four months she'd need a maternity wardrobe.
She'd been shocked when the doctor informed her she was pregnant. It was routine to make sure a new patient wasn't pregnant before putting her on birth control pills. The pregnancy test showed positive. The doctor drew blood to be sure, but he wasn't betting against the results. Neither was she. Her nausea and lack of her usual hearty appetite had been early signs of her pregnancy. This morning she had full-blown morning sickness for the first time. She placed a hand over stomach where her and Ren's baby was even now growing. The doctor had given her a prescription for maternity vitamins, a book on what to expect from pregnancy, and an appointment for three months when she'd have an ultrasound.
"Yo, earth to Imp." Tweetie stood toe-to-toe, his face so close she could count the pores on his nose. "What's wrong? You've been weird since last evening after your girls'-day-out."
Keely answered his earlier question, not sure she wanted to blurt out she was pregnant to her brother. Lacey knew, since she'd gone to the doctor's office with her, but Quinn's wife had promised not to say anything to anyone. God, she wanted her mama. She needed Ren, but she was scared how he'd react.
"Lacey's coming. She went to get us all something to eat and drink for lunch on the road, so we wouldn't have to stop." She glanced at the small diner where her friend had disappeared. "She should be back any time."
"That's one answer. Now what's wrong with you? You look paler than ever, and were harder than normal to get out of bed this morning. I don't think shopping usually takes all that much out of you. You have more energy than that stupid fucking pink-battery bunny."
"I'm pregnant." Well, hell. She turned away from the shocked expression in her brother's eyes to watch Lacey cross the narrow street to the Hummer. She had several sacks and a drink carrier.
"You're what?" Tweeter grabbed her arm and turned her toward him.
"You heard me. Here's Lacey. She knows since she was with me at the doctor's. I'd like to keep it just among us until I can get the nerve to tell Ren." She blinked away the tears gathering in her eyes. "Shit, he's going to be so mad."
Tweeter pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back. "Keely, he'll be…well, I don't know what he'll be, but don't worry about it. You've got me—and the parents and the brothers, we'll help."
"I know." She blubbered into his ski jacket. "But he'll think I did it on purpose, and I didn't. How the heck did I know I was so frick-fracking fertile that a few missed days of pills and I'd get pregnant?"
"Shh, sis. I know you didn't plan this. Ren won't think it, either. And, if for some reason, he's mean about it, I'll kick his ass for you."
She snorted as she laughed. "I can kick his ass myself. I love you, Tweetie. Thanks. I'm just riding some hormonal roller coaster here. I'm already getting morning sickness. The doctor said he'd never seen the like."
"Then he hasn't met Mom. Remember what Dad said about her pregnancies? She was sick from day one and cried at the drop of a hat." Tweeter helped her into the front passenger seat. "Hey, Lacey, hand me those and hop in the back seat."
"Sure. She told you, huh?" Lacey glanced at her tear-stained face before handing Tweeter the food, which he placed on the console. He placed the drink carrier in Keely's lap then fastened her seat belt. "I'm glad she did. Ren will kick all our asses if anything happens to her. He threatened Quinn on that very topic and that was before the pregnancy."
Lacey got into the back seat and then leaned around Keely's seat. "I got you a turkey sandwich—mild and good for sensitive tummies—your Pepsi and some milk. You need to start to eat healthier for the baby. But I figured you needed the Pepsi for an emotional boost. Did you take your vitamin?"
"Yes." She looked at her brother as he settled into the driver's seat. "Tweetie, don't say anything to Ren or the guys, I need to tell him. It's bad enough I told you before him."
Before Tweeter could answer, Lacey patted her shoulder. "No, you needed to tell Tweeter. Ren would never get upset about that. He'd be more upset if you kept it a secret. Early pregnancy is full of potential problems, and we need to be ready to handle them. Thank God, we have a helicopter. Next trip to the doc we'll fly, it'll be better than the long drive. Now eat some of your food and then take a nap. Tweeter and I can handle the driving."
"Yeah, sis. You did your share on the way up. You do look whipped."
"I am. I didn't sleep much and then I was sick this morning." Really sick and that was with nothing in her stomach. She hoped she got over this fast, but after Tweeter's mention of the stories her Dad had shared about her Mom's experiences, she wasn't going to hold her breath. A call to her mama was definitely on her to-do list.
She found the packet marked turkey, removed half of the sandwich, and took a small bite, chewing it t
horoughly. It landed okay, so she took another bite. With each bite, she felt better. By the time they hit the outskirts of Coeur d'Alene, she'd eaten half the sandwich and drunk the carton of milk.
Her brother shot her a smiling glance. "That's my girl. Now recline the seat and take a nap. I turned on the seat warmer so you won't get chilled. We'll be home before you know it."
"Ren and the others are home," Lacey said from the back seat. "Quinn just texted me. Ren is stomping around like a dyspeptic bull because we're gone. Quinn said he chilled him out. Didn't say how, but knowing my hubby he probably told Ren he was acting like an ass."
Keely choked on a sip of Pepsi. Coughing, she gasped. "Quinn really wouldn't say that, would he?"
"Oh hell yeah." Lacey chuckled. "Quinn has always gotten away with more than the other men, except maybe for Trey. Ren needs someone to stand up to him and prove he isn't a god. Remember that, Keely. He'll respect you more—and won't take advantage of you. Don't let him make you feel guilty because you needed clothes and girl-time—and with the news from the doctor, he can't blame you for needing to seek medical attention."
"Yeah, sis, he'll blame me. He'll say I should've flown the doc to Sanctuary," Tweeter said around a mouthful of his sandwich.
"I won't let him pick on you, Tweetie," Keely said. "He can yell at me and then I'll probably cry and…"
Lacey laughed. “…and he'll beg your forgiveness on hands and knees, 'cause I can't see Ren handling your tears at all well. The more macho they are, the harder they fall, sweetie. Look at my Quinn. My two pregnancies had him apoplectic for nine months and he was flat on his back during my labor with empathy pains."
"I just hope Ren wants the baby." Keely shoved her trash in the empty sack. "I do, but he's used to being alone and…"
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