Babymoon

by Abby Knox

  “Well, that’s their problem, not mine. And I do know what I’m doing. You don’t even know what was happening back there. That guy was sent here by my father to talk me out of artificial insemination. Trust me, I didn’t do anything to get his attention, and he’s not going to be bothering us anymore.”

  This news throws him. “He was? Do you want me to get rid of him?”

  Still mad as a wet hen, I bluster, “I can take care of myself!”

  Austin points aggressively at the beach. “Guys like that are not going to do anything unholy toward you out in the open on the beach. They’re going to wait until they get you alone, at night or in a private spot, weasel their way into your room, and then they take advantage of you. Overpower you.”

  “You’re reaching,” I say.

  Austin scrapes the tips of his fingers of both hands through his hair and blurts out an odd, guttural-sounding growl.

  “You’re not getting it.”

  “This place is crawling with security. I’m pretty certain there are cameras everywhere.”

  “That’s not my primary concern.”

  I flail my arms in exasperation. “Then what is your major concern, Captain Fisher?”

  “That I can’t stand it when you’re clueless, and another jerkoff is flirting with you.”

  My eyes flash at Austin's face, which looks ferocious. “You’re jealous.”

  “Damn right,” he growls.

  We stare at each other for half a minute, neither of us saying anything. Enormous flower bushes surround the little copse of trees; the sand feels cool under my feet.

  I turn and look, but I can’t see the beach from here. The boardwalk is about thirty feet away.

  A cool ocean breeze rushes through, sending a palm leaf brushing against my body. My nipples react at the unexpected light touch. Austin’s gaze falls, and he sees it. My nipples are probably high beams at the moment. How pathetic that I’m so hard up that foliage arouses me.

  “I’m going back out there for a swim,” I say, unable to hide my smirk. I just want to see what Austin might do. The untamed look in his eye is turning me on, and I want to see how far I can push.

  He grips me under my upper arm. “Not in that, you’re not.”

  “Stop me, then. I dare you.” I can feel my lips pulsating with blood, and my hands itch to touch that chest in front of me.

  The next thing I know, I’m backed up against a palm tree, Austin’s hands in my hair and his mouth pressed against mine in a searing kiss. If I wondered how jealous he was, now I know. He’s so jealous he’s angry. Oh, he’s not hurting me, but he’s kissing me so hard that my nearly bare back feels every bump on the trunk of this tree, and his chest is flat against mine. Guess I got my wish. I run my hands up Austin’s sides, stroking his back and coming around to the sides of his chest. He kisses like a man on fire, his tongue darting into my mouth insistently.

  He pulls back and still has that wild look in his eye. Austin keeps his hands locked in my hair and drags wet, sultry kisses down my neck. I feel overcome by his sheer urgency. If I had any doubt I was an object of his desire, those doubts are banished.

  He tastes like the salty sea, and he crashes into me so thoroughly I want to drown in his touch, his taste, his hunger, his demanding mouth.

  “Sierra.” Just hearing him say my name sends sparks rushing everywhere through my body.

  “Captain.”

  He smiles down at me wickedly, grinding his pelvis against me. “I like it when you call me that.”

  “Captain, are you gonna let me go back to the beach?”

  “Not until I split you open so good that there won’t be a man or woman on this island that won’t smell me all over you and know you’re fuckin’ mine. Mine. Now, let’s go to your room.”

  I bite my lip, thinking.

  “What’s on your mind, sweet Sierra?”

  “I said I wanted to get crazy on my Babymoon.”

  When I say the word “baby,” I feel the long, thick rod jerk against my pelvis.

  He rumbles, “Here? Outside?”

  “No one can see us.”

  “They can hear us.”

  “Well, Captain, you’re just going to have to control yourself when I make you shout my name.”

  He looks down at me, eyes hooded, as a low growl vibrates in his chest. “Fuck me,” he says.

  In response, I slide my leg up the outside of his thigh. Captain Fisher has my legs wrapped around his hips and claims my mouth once again without another word.

  Both breathless, he pulls back far enough to reach between us and tug my bikini bottoms to the side. “Fuck, this is no more than a string.” He strums it like a guitar string, and the touch of his rough fingers against my sensitive skin sends a rush of slickness all over my folds.

  I pout. “Don’t you like it?”

  Austin Fisher is a filthy, dirty, jealous man, and I wouldn’t want him any other way. He holds my gaze as his hands explore, fingers probing, his thumb circling my clit. I gasp every time he hits that tight, aching spot that’s only grown needier with our grappling. I don’t look down but stay focused on his eyes; I hear him unzip. And then sigh as he pulls out his cock. I lick my lips; his part with arousal. His arm moves and flexes, and I know what he’s doing. I’m insanely jealous of that stroking hand.

  “How dare you be jealous of men chatting with me when that greedy hand is gripping you instead of me.”

  With a grunt of effort, I find myself fully seated on his cock without another warning. I’m filled, shocked, and aroused beyond reason. I barely register the scrape of the tree bark against my back There’s no one and nothing but us. Austin and me. Urgent. Fast. Rough, but also sweet.

  One thrust up reminds me I’m against a tree. I try not to wince at the scratchiness, but Austin sees it and immediately goes into caretaker mode. “Baby, are you okay?”

  Breathless, I tell him I’m fine. But he doesn’t believe me, and now we’re switched. He’s up against the tree, and I’m riding him still. How is this possible? How does this man have the kind of upper body strength…

  Oh, but another thrust into me, and I forget all my logical questions. I don’t know how Austin's going to thrust while I am balancing on him like a howler monkey, but somehow he manages. “Reach up and grab onto the tree.”

  “Aye aye, Captain.”

  “You need to kiss me with that smart mouth.”

  What choice do I have when those lips of his make me weak?

  It feels strange to look down at Austin from this angle. He’s unbelievably strong.

  His chest and arm muscles strain under the effort, but I couldn’t convince him to put me down if I tried. And I don’t want to.

  The friction is intense. So much so that I can feel myself getting closer to coming with every slide. I grip his shaft as we move together, and he grinds out a curse,

  I squeeze his middle with my thighs. His hands fondle my round cheeks, holding me in place.

  My hard button rubs against his groin again and again. When Austin nudges the fabric of my bikini top aside with his face, he locks his mouth over one nipple. All it takes is one quick tease of his tongue combined with our shared friction, and I come apart in his arms. “Oh my god, holy shit, yes!” The release almost makes me forget to hang on, but Austin’s a trooper.

  The walls of my sex tighten around him, and I see in his eyes he’s about to come.

  Ever the gentleman, Austin warns me.

  He’s about to pull out, his face a question mark. It’s true; we’ve not finished that conversation yet. But I give him my answer by clasping my legs tight, letting him know that I am not messing around. He can stay inside me. Release inside me. Put a baby in me, as he likes to say.

  A grunt escapes his throat, and I see the exact moment it hits. He looks as if his memory has been wiped clean, his eyes slightly vacant for half a second. As his warm seed splashes into my core, I remind him where he is with an owning kiss. I drink in the low rumble of pleasure
as my pussy milks every last drop from him.

  “Sierra. Baby.” And he’s back.

  I smile, kissing his face all over, whispering. “Captain. Where’d you go?”

  As I kiss and kiss some more, he gently lifts me off him and sets me on the ground, helping me adjust my swimsuit to cover the essential bits.

  He hugs me close. “I got lost for a moment there. You made me lose control of myself, Sierra.”

  I sigh and rest my head against his chest. “That was the first time I ever did it outside. Or standing up against a tree.”

  “I hope this Babymoon is full of firsts for you, Sierra.”

  “That was my first time without a condom.”

  “Me too. Feels different.”

  “Feels amazing.”

  “Buddy, I have a long list of firsts you can help me tick off.”

  “The Captain is at your service.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Austin

  To nobody’s surprise, neither of us join Jax and Brooks on their foraging tour that afternoon.

  We’re already sweaty and too tangled up in the sheets to go anywhere.

  The heated encounter at the palm tree continued into Sierra’s hotel bed, where we followed that up with another round against the hotel room door and then in the bed until we both passed out from exhaustion.

  My arm is asleep, and I’m dying of thirst, but I don’t want to move. Once again, I am watching her sleep. This time, less fitfully. She still looks like an angel to me, but one with absolutely nothing troubling her mind.

  In her sleep, she sighs contentedly and nestles back into me, her cute little butt pressing against my pelvis. I shouldn’t wake her up, but my cock has other ideas. It stirs to life, hardens against her skin, and she feels it.

  “Hmm. I’m surprised you’re still able to do that,” Sierra drawls in her sexy, sleepy voice.

  Kissing down the back of her neck, Sierra shivers against me. I curl one arm around her waist and pull her right against me.

  “I’m naked in bed with the mother of my future child. He’s happy to get so much attention.”

  She giggles, and the vibration further eggs me on. I thrust against her, slide my hand down and cup her between her legs. Sierra sucks in a breath.

  I whisper in her ear. “I have a secret.”

  “Oh, I don’t like secrets.”

  “This is a nice one. I’ve been looking up online the most effective positions for getting pregnant. And you’ll never guess.”

  “What?”

  “It’s one we haven’t tried yet.”

  She sighs and rolls over to face me. “Look. I don’t have the energy for reverse cowgirl right now or whatever it may be—”

  I silence her with my kiss, communicating with my touches and lips that she’ll not have to do a damn thing.

  “Just lie back and let me handle it.”

  For me to be so hard after pleasing her just a short time ago is almost unthinkable. Yet with Sierra, my body only wants to worship her every moment of the day. A few short days ago, she was my drug, and I couldn’t get enough. Now she’s my sustenance. My everything.

  I drag my hand up from her center to cup her face, administering sweet kisses over her face. Then, cupping her breasts, I slowly suckle at each nipple, thrilling at the sight of them going tight and needy for more. My mind pictures them full and rounded for the feeding of our child.

  I slide my fingertips down her soft tummy to cup the juncture between her thighs once again, marveling at Sierra’s wetness. It’s like we were made for each other. I roll over on top of her and cage her in with my arms, nestling between her legs.

  “Ooh, missionary. You’re a freak,” she giggles.

  She’s joking, but I am a freak. She has no idea how long or how often I can get it in and keep it in.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sierra

  I know this isn’t just any regular ole missionary position as soon as Austin pins my wrists down above my head on the mattress. His gaze locks onto mine as he slides the tip in. Up until now, we’ve been fucking. Up against the tree, against the door, me mounting him and riding his cock like a freaking rodeo. But this is making love.

  Once again, he enters me, but I know this time it’s different. There’s something different in his eyes this time. The frantic beast has calmed down, and now all I see is the real man inside—the firmness to my softness, the adventurer to my caution, the guardian of my heart.

  Bit by bit, Austin reminds me of where I belong.

  I arch upward to take it more, but he’s giving it to me so slowly I’m forming tears in my eyes.

  “Whose are you? Whose girl are you?”

  “Yours,” I whisper.

  “Who are you making a baby with? Who’s the daddy?”

  My body aches for more. “You’re the daddy. Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Captain. Please, Captain.”

  He finally pushes in to the hilt, and though this is hardly our first time, I gasp at the sensation.

  It’s so good. Austin's so good. And not just good sex. He knows how to touch and tease and kiss. His body speaks to me and knows what I want. But more than that, I feel safe. Cared for. Cherished. Safe and protected.

  I expect him to begin the delicious movements, but at first, he stays put, just letting me feel full of him. Austin nuzzles my neck. “Sierra. I…”

  He trails off, and then I see why. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows.

  “Don’t bottle it up. Say what you need to say.”

  For a moment, I brace myself because I’m waiting for bad news. I’m preparing myself for him to tell me, even as he’s seated inside me, that he’s going to miss me. That this has been fun, this has been real, but…really? The son of a bitch is going to tell me goodbye while he’s in the middle of a dicking?

  His eyes are sad. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  He’s so choked up with feelings that I can’t even be mad that he’s trying to let me down gently. I can’t be angry because, of course, this thing is going to run its course.

  He has a life here. I have a life in the States. Our baby will be ours, and he will know his child, somehow. But really, this relationship can’t continue like this.

  I smile sadly back at him. “I wish I could stay in paradise forever.”

  “Do it. Stay with me.”

  I gasp. “Austin.”

  “Sierra, I love you. I don’t want this to end. Not now, not a month from now, not when the baby comes. Never. I want you, and that’s the end of the story. I love you, and I want to be with you, and I want to raise a baby with you. I want to put five more in you.”

  “Austin!” I giggle. “Five?”

  He smiles and says breathlessly, “if that’s what you want.”

  Tears flow out of my eyes and down to my temples. “But how do we…how do I … just how?”

  Austin frees my wrists and cups my face, kissing my lips deeply, earnestly, then kisses away my tears.

  “We figure it out. Together. Do you trust me?”

  I nod my head.

  He begins to move inside me, and I’ve never felt a close connection to anyone. Our gazes remain locked together. Austin covers my arms in his, and the weight of them, feeling him everywhere like a blanket, reassures me. Everything is going to be okay—more than okay. Everything is going to be extraordinary.

  “It’s not going to be easy,” I say.

  Austin doesn’t seem to hear me as he pulls out slightly and drives back in, firmly, lovingly.

  “As for me,” he whispers, “I’m going to make it all as easy as possible. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

  “I’ve heard that somewhere before,” I remark.

  Our shared movements take on the familiar sensual rhythm, and all talking stops, replaced with moans, purrs, and pants.

  Somewhere my phone rings, but I don’t answer it. I know it’s not Jax; she’s with Brooks, and I can honestly
say I feel good knowing she’s spending time with him. Who knew my glamorous friend would fall for a shy naturalist who knows more about bugs than he knows about women? I’m relieved, actually.

  As for me, all questions about how logical this plan is to stay on vacation forever, with Austin, fade into the background. All there is in this moment is him and me.

  “It’s the island way, sweetheart.”

  Epilogue

  Sierra

  Six months later

  So, yeah. I stayed at The Pearl Crescent islands.

  My slight baby bump and I have moved into Austin’s house on Pearl Island to be close to a doctor.

  I was perfectly fine with the idea of settling down on one of the smaller islands and hiring a midwife from one of the small mountain villages to help me deliver the baby, but Austin would not hear of it.

  With everything that happened to Jax, I’m more than happy to take her and Brooks to the most remote section of The Pearl Crescent to live out our days. I shudder to think what would have happened to them if I had not, eventually, answered my phone when she had needed me most. While Austin and I were tangled up in bed, getting to know each other, I’d assumed that Jax and Brooks were falling in love in the jungle. Little did I know the dangers closing in on them.

  To this day I still have to remind myself: “Everyone is fine. We’re all safe now.”

  Jax and Brooks both side with Austin that I should deliver this baby on the big island. And I can’t argue with that. Austin is a doting boyfriend and wants to protect me. Jax and Brooks are as good as family, and I know they’ll be here to support us in whatever comes our way.

  I’ve had to apply for permanent residence here. Because Austin wasn’t born here, it’s a whole process, but he’s done an excellent job helping me navigate the system. And our child will have dual citizenship.

  While my parents have threatened to cut me off, it doesn’t much matter because the trust left to me by my grandparents will cover anything this baby needs. I offer to find a job, but Austin won’t hear of it, at least not until I find something I like. What I want to do is volunteer.