I barely had time to hold a thought before he was turning me this way and that. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I was soaking the floor beneath me. When he started biting into my flesh that’s when I finally screamed.
“I love you, look at me.” He held my hair back and looked into my eyes, eyes that I could hardly keep open because of sensory overload. “I love everything about you, you’re perfect.” I tried to climb his dick after that because hey, action speaks louder than words, but sometimes the words can be sweet too.
We finally made it to the bed and we had yet to say two words to each other. Other than grunts, moans, squeals, and the slapping sound our bodies made when he pounded into me, not a peep. Every once in a while he’d call my name like I was leaving for a year, but other than that, it was all action. It was as though he had a point to prove, what that point was I wasn’t entirely sure but I was enjoying the hell out of it.
When he’d off loaded in me for the third time we just laid there with his body pressing mine into the mattress and his face buried in my neck. When he started kissing me again I thought he’d lost his mind and was going back for more but he slipped out of me as we shared the softest kiss. “I’m so sorry baby.”
Isn’t it weird? This is exactly what I wanted, for him to grovel at my feet for being a clueless shit for so long. But somehow the victory felt a little hollow because I realized that she’d hurt him too. He really had no idea. I think some secret part of me had wondered if he’d known and just not cared. Or if maybe he’d been of the mind that his mother was always right and that as his wife I should just go along. It was still left to be seen what tomorrow will bring. I know that barnacle wouldn’t give up that easy. But for now this was good, this had hit the spot.
We didn’t talk it to death but he wanted to know everything that she’d ever done to me. I told him every word and watched his face turn purple with rage. The good thing was, not once did he accuse me of making it up or question whether or not I’d misunderstood. The best part was when I told him about overhearing her with his ex. I thought he would lose his shit for sure then.
That night my husband held me like he thought I would disappear in the night. It was sweet, it was even sweeter when he rolled me to my back in the predawn hours and made sweet love to me. I was a little sore from the night before but I’m a smart girl. Never turn down a Damien Spencer slow ride.
I still hadn’t told him about the baby. I was waiting on two things, one to be absolutely sure, and two for the dust to settle. I was enough of a princess to want the news of my impending motherhood to be received with much fanfare. Then again this might just be the kind of news he needs now after learning his mother was the serpent from hell.
Chapter 8
“You sure you’re gonna be okay here by yourself?”
“Huh?” What the hell?
“Well I know your parents left early this morning and…just don’t answer the door to anyone okay baby.”
Oh shit, he was trying to protect me from Genghis Khan. That was so sweet.
“Stop worrying honey I’m fine.” He was so cute I almost shared my news. His phone rang with her tone just as he was going out the door and my stomach started to hurt. He closed the door and I ran to the window to look out. He looked at his phone, shook his head and turned it off. Hot damn.
I did a happy dance as I made my way up to the master suite to take my bath. I needed to soak some of the knots out. Now what to do with myself? I’m a trained interior designer but since moving from New York a couple years ago I’ve just been taking jobs here and there as the mood strikes. Damien was one of those ‘I don’t want my woman working outside the home types’. Another thing his monster hated. She thinks he coddles me and has said as much on more than one occasion.
With her out of my life and not having to be her errand girl, my days were once again entirely mine. What in the world was I going to do with myself? I had a great idea as I climbed out of the tub. I felt excitement bubble up inside. Just because I wasn’t ready to share my news didn’t mean I couldn’t do stuff for the baby. It would be fun to just go look. I could do it on line but the weather was so nice for a fall day in the south and I could do with some fresh air.