“I love you,” she whispered and began to dance some more.
It was the first time she’d said it.
Initially, it seemed as if she was on a medication high or losing it, but then I realized, she was finding it… No, she had found it. Love. Happiness. Contentment.
I watched as my precious angel danced and talked to our baby. I watched as she let herself go until she began to weep and sink into a puddle of emotion on the floor. I raced to her side and picked her up in my arms, carrying her to my bed. Our bed.
When I laid her down, she smiled and her eyes lit up just like they had when I had laid her there the very first night.
“I felt the baby move,” she said with excitement.
She took my hand and placed it on the right side of her stomach. It was the first time she had let me touch her since she had been home from the hospital. She was now over five months along in our pregnancy. At first, I didn’t feel the movements and thought maybe she was wrong or they weren’t strong enough to feel on the outside yet. When I moved my hand toward her belly button, I noticed the ring was gone. I stared at the visible piercing scar and desperately craved to suck it. I was caught in my thoughts when my son kicked my hand.
“He kicked!” I shouted.
“Yes, you can feel it too?” She giggled.
I propped up on the headboard and pulled her between my legs. Together, we sat there with our hands on her belly and laughed and joked about names. For the first time since her accident, she seemed normal.
“Flynton Meyer Davis the V,” I proclaimed.
“Shut up. Seriously?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and up at me.
“Relax, it was only a suggestion.”
“You’re a fourth?”
“Yep and proud of it. But I promise, no ZZ Top business for me. Not my style.”
“I want to move back in here, and Carla can go. I don’t need her to babysit me anymore. All we do is play cards everyday anyway. She said I’d know when it was time.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure of a lot of things.”
“I can tell you’ve made up your mind.”
“Yes.”
I called Carla’s cell, even though she was right upstairs, and gave her the awesome news. She was thrilled and said she’d seen this day coming quickly and had already moved most of things back home. We met her in the kitchen and said our goodbyes, and when she left, I carried Chloe to our bed. Desire consumed me and then fear struck me down like a sword swung by a giant.
I’d never made love to a pregnant woman before or at least not to one I knew was pregnant. Chloe and I apparently conceived the first time without a condom, and we’d been going at it ever since. But that was different. That was before I knew my child was growing inside her.
“How do we do this?” I asked nervously.
“Do you need a lesson on the birds and the—”
“No, but you’re pregnant. I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
She slid off the bed and removed her T-shirt and yoga pants with a striptease strut. She was naked and delicately beautiful underneath. I’d never seen her more desirable. I threw my clothes on the floor and joined her on the bed.
When Chloe made up her mind, nothing stood in her way.
Chapter 10
Chloe
I’d never been pregnant before, but I knew pregnant women had sex all the time. Naked and craving Flynn, I got on all fours and backed up close to his body. He was gripping his erection in his hand with the look of fear in his eyes.
“We can call the doctor and you can ask permission if you want, but I’m more than sure this is fine,” I told him.
God, I hoped he didn’t chicken out because I was horny and needed him. Either he fucked me or I was going to take out my vibrator.
He gripped my hip with his left hand and guided the head of his shaft into my sex with the other. I was slick from excitement, and I could hear the sounds of our bodies combining and it sounded—and felt—incredible. I looked at his face over my shoulder and saw his head thrown back and his eyes closed.
He felt it.
So did I.
Need, passion, energy with both of us clinging to the verge of climax. But I craved more. More friction, more force. I was going to beg if I had to.
“Harder baby,” I asked.
He obliged.
When I came on his cock, it was an explosion like no other roaring through my body. I cried out in bliss and felt him pulse inside me, his hands gripping my hips and holding me tightly against him.
It was poetic and beautiful. Sex brought us together, had sustained us, and because of it we had created a masterpiece as one.
Slowly, he slipped from me and reclined on his back, pulling me tightly to his side.
“I love you,” I whispered again his chest.
“I love you too,” he said, rubbing my back. “Welcome home.”
We lay there together in the bed for the rest of the morning, making love again, talking and creating plans.
I wanted to go back to work, but that would be up to the partners at the clinic. After my accident, they’d hired a temporary vet to take my place—indefinitely.
“I know what set Cherokee off.”
“You do?”
“He sensed my pregnancy. He thought I had cheated on him.”
“Get real, Chloe. If I was a full owner, I’d shoot that bastard for what he did to you.”
“It’s not his fault. I think someone may have drugged him.”
“What?” He sat up on the bed and stared at me.
“He was wild and acted like he’d been doped. I was going to draw a blood test after I stitched him up, but I never go that far. Is someone doping out there?”
“I don’t know, but there’s a way to find out. I’ll get to the bottom of it.”
***
I returned to work part time, working a couple of days a week. It was good to get out and about again, even better when my keeper would let me drive the car. I loved him, but his protectiveness was extreme. I even had a few lunch dates with April and Sara, and they were helping me decorate the nursery for little Flynn.
“You’re seriously going to name him Flynn the fifth?” April asked.
“Look, how often do you get to name a child a fifth generation name?”
“Exactly. People stop the lineage of bad names for a reason.”
“Are you two gonna ever tie the knot?” Sara asked.
“He hasn’t even mentioned it. We love each other, and that’s enough for now with everything that’s happened. A wedding would be more stress than I’d want to plan.”
“I can plan it,” April suggested.
“Or both of us,” Sara chimed in.
“When the time comes, I’ll let ya know.” I hoped I simmered them down.
***
I finished up the last of my charts at work with Penelope’s help before I headed home. Penelope had had two failed adoptions while I’d been out. Apparently, the old girl just had a nervous stomach. At the office, she was completely fine, but the moment someone took her home, she would start tossing her cookies.
I’d only been home for a few minutes when I got the call from Stuttgart Farms.
“Hey Doc, can you come out to check on Samantha? She’s in labor and thrashing about.”
“I’ll be right out.”
On my drive to the farm, I thought about the horses and didn’t remember one being named Samantha. They must’ve bought a new one. Oh well, looked like the little lady needed some help bringing her baby into the world, and soon, I’d know what that was like myself.
Glenn was waiting for me at the main gate. “Leave your truck here and take the ranger down to the back stables.”
“She’s in Cherokee’s old arena?” I asked, only because they’d never learn their lesson with it attached to the feed barn. Any horse could break into it. I shook my head in disgust as I rode the ranger down through the pasture.
It was fall, and the wind had picked up, which left me glad I’d thrown my jacket in the truck.
When I got to the arena, there was no mare in sight. I looked around the stalls, and the stable was completely empty. When I walked back outside to get on the ranger, Flynn was sitting on the fence dressed in a suit with a pink shirt and holding flowers.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, very puzzled.
“I thought about the place where I first saw you. You didn’t know you’d caught my eye, and at the time, maybe I didn’t realize it, but you stole my heart too. You are my everything, heart and soul, and I want to spend forever with you.”
He got off the fence and walked to me, handing me the bouquet of gorgeous pink roses. Then he took my left hand and dropped to one knee. “Marry me?”
I searched his eyes for any doubt, and there was none to be seen. “Yes.” I wiped my tears and gasped when he pulled a ring box from his pocket.
“It was my grandmother’s, and I’d be honored if you wore it.”
Overcome with emotion and unable to find my words, I nodded. But then I started giggling through my tears when I recognized something. “Is that THE shirt?” I clamored out.
“THE one and only. I’ve been saving it for a special day, and there’s nothing more special than this.” He twirled me around in his arms and finally stood me on the ground. When his lips met mine, it felt like pure intoxication. I was drunk on love for him.
“Take me to the cabin.”
“What about the truck?”
“We’ll get it later. I want to go to the cabin with you, right now.”
“The Parkers are out of town. We have to pick up Simon.”
He left the ranger at the gate and drove us home where we packed a bag, loaded up Simon, and headed to the cabin. On the way there, he gripped my hand with unusual strength. I didn’t say anything, but it felt as if he was pulling me in, trying to keep me from leaving.
“We met in a crazy way. How ’bout we get married in a crazy way, too?” I joked.
“What do you have in mind?” He glanced at me curiously.
“Vegas.” I looked him square in the eye, and he knew I was serious.
“I’m down for that. When do you want to have this crazy wedding?”
“Next weekend soon enough?”
“Not soon enough, but I’ll manage,” he teased.
***
Simon was going nuts with excitement. He loved the cabin, and he was right at home with his bed in front of the fire that Flynn had built.
Flynn pulled me to his lap on the sofa, and our eyes danced to a silent love song.
“Whisper to me, baby, what you want.”
“I want forever with you,” I answered as he asked.
“What else?”
“I want to feel you loving me from the inside out.”
He led me to the bed and sat down in front of me and undressed me, piece by piece. When I was completely nude, he drew imaginary drawings on my body with his finger, exploring as he liked. It was tantalization unlike anything I’d known before. Flynn never disappointed with something new in the bedroom.
My body was in overdrive. Could have been the pregnancy or perhaps I had a sexual god for a future husband, but I was quite certain it was because of a pure heart full of love.
I took my turn exploring his body, all the contours of muscles and tanned skin—his strong jaw, the dimple in his chin that I hoped our baby had, the tan lines from his favorite Oakley sunglasses, and the frown line between his brows. When I made my way down his abs and traced the faint hairline, his erection pulsed in reaction to my contact.
Oral sex was never my thing—until Flynn.
With the head of his cock in close proximity to my mouth, I slowly covered it with my lips and began to massage it with my tongue. Flynn moaned in favor of my treat and threaded his fingers in my hair, assuring me he wanted the teasing to continue.
I licked and sucked at the head while my hand coaxed the shaft. His once-focused eyes rolled back in his head as I watched. I finally allowed my throat to relax enough to take all of his length and practiced a trick I’d read about—swallowing while his cock was in my mouth. Easier said than done, but after a few times, I got the hang of it, and when I finally succeeded, Flynn yelled.
“Oh, God! Who in hell showed you that?”
I stopped and answered, “A book, baby, and I’m glad to see they were right.”
“Keep going,” he commanded.
I did and it wasn’t long before he came and came hard. Too chicken to try and swallow his cum, I coaxed his climax all over my breasts. His smile said everything.
Chapter 11
After a beautiful and private ceremony at the St. Francis of Assisi Cathedral in Frisco, Flynn left nothing to chance. He booked two chartered jets to fly our wedding party to Vegas. Thrilled that April, Sara, and their husbands were joining us along with Drew, Allen, their wives and members of his family coming later, I didn’t have any question we were doing the right thing, except that we had gotten married and were getting married again for a second time that same day…on—wait for it—Halloween.
Unplanned and perfectly normal, right? Wrong. The number of people wanting to get married on Halloween in Vegas shocked me. While our beautifully elegant, private ceremony at the cathedral went off without hoopla, our Vegas outing was everything but normal.
When I suggested Vegas, I was thinking a simple wedding in the salon at The Venetian or something. But oh no, Flynn took over the plans. Dressed in a pink gown, my husband joined me, wearing his now infamous pink shirt, for a ride down the aisle. Yes, a ride. In a pink Cadillac to meet our minister, Elvis. With our friends and family joining us in celebration, we exchanged vows again for the second time that day to the craziness that had become our lives. The beautifully elegant first ceremony would’ve been enough, but Flynn insisted we do something crazy with our friends and family that everyone could enjoy. I just didn’t realize the depth the meaning of crazy could go and Vegas definitely delivered.
How many lucky girls get to marry the best thing that ever happened to them twice in one day?
***
Our wedding night was beautiful in every way. Candles, music, and the delicate touch of my husband.
“Baby, whisper to me what you want?” I asked.
“I want to love you from the inside out,” he answered.
He had already. He had filled the vacancy in my heart that I didn’t know was possible. He had shown me what it was like to really love someone in sickness and in health and trust that he was one hundred percent there for me. Flynn had given me his child when it was the last thing I would’ve thought about, and he had shown me what it was like to have crazy sex, day in and day out and never the same twice in a row. He had completed me—the pissed-off, drunken, pink-haired misfit.
When his breath reached my neck before his lips made contact, I shivered in anticipation. I felt the hardness of his erection behind me. As he touched the beaded fabric covering my breast with his left hand and slowly unzipped my gown with this right, I bit my lip. With my eyes closed, I clung to the heaviness of his breathing. I extended my hand and gripped the back of his head, filling my fingers with his dark hair.
I didn’t want him to stop. Every kiss delicious, every breath ours to share, every thrust of him inside me took me closer to the edge that I only knew with him.
Chapter 12
Little did I know at the time, but it seemed Drew and Allen had bet Flynn he wouldn’t do something crazy in regards to the wedding. It appeared my husband couldn’t resist a bet, so I decided that as soon as I could, I’d turn the tide on him. So, Drew and I had our own little discussion.
After Flynn missed a couple of the first doctor’s visits, he’d asked that each doctor and ultrasound visit be scheduled around his work schedule because he wanted to be present to see and hear his son’s heartbeat. I had reached the eighth month mark and had begun to have those false contractio
ns that my handy pregnancy bible had mentioned. Flynn was the anxious father-in-waiting and insisted I see the doctor immediately.
Dr. Stevens assured us everything was progressing normally, and we could expect a normal delivery. That was great news. With the beginning of the pregnancy being such a whirlwind, I didn’t want the ending to carry any extra excitement. Plus, I needed my husband to settle down and focus on assembling the baby furniture.
Simon had the normal animalistic instincts. After Flynn put the baby bed together, I would find him lying on the rug in front of the bed—he was taking ownership rather quickly. Golden Retrievers were a loyal breed of dogs and very kid friendly. I knew he would be a fantastic playmate for our child.
I took Simon up to the clinic to get his yearly checkup, and Penelope came to say hello to us in the exam room. Simon growled and Penelope hissed back. Since I didn’t have Simon on a leash, I held on to his collar.
“Simon, it’s okay, meet Penelope,” I tried to soothe.
About that time, Sylvia, our receptionist came into the exam room.
“Hey, Dr. Howard, you’re never gonna guess, but someone finally wants to adopt Penelope.”
“What?”
“I know, right? They’ve been in a couple of times and played with her, and she loves their little girl and lays back like a baby in her arms.”
“Yay, score for the website, even if it did take months to find the right family.” I threw my arms in the air.
For a solitary moment, I had a lapse in judgment and forgot what I was doing. Simon took the release of my hands as perfect opportunity to jump off the exam table and run after Penelope. And so the chase was on.
It took three of us running after the two of them to try and catch them both, to no avail. Just my luck that I’d had no leash on Simon, the exam door had been open, and someone opened the back door at the wrong time. With three acres to roam, the two played chase for quite a while before Simon realized Penelope was winning. She ran back into the clinic and jumped up on my desk before vaulting on top of the bookshelf. Simon stood at the bottom and barked to match each and every hiss.
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