Chapter 17

 

“I love calling you Mrs. Foster,” Patrick said gruffly, male pride filling his chest as he gazed over at his new wife in their backyard.

The last members of his SEAL team and their girlfriends had left after the barbeque, and the kids were asleep in bed. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, sending its last rays of golden light across the grass, and the slight breeze from the ocean a few blocks away filled the air with the scent of salt and sand.

His wife.

Hell.

A couple of years ago he never thought he’d want to get married again, let alone actually do it—and now he couldn’t imagine life without Rebecca at his side.

She turned to him, a blush spreading across her cheeks as waves of her soft brown hair blew gently in the breeze. Warm brown eyes met his. She was so damn beautiful, that sexy sundress she had on hugging her swollen breasts, just skimming over the burgeoning bump of his child growing inside her.

Waves of protectiveness washed over him—his.

His wife.

His baby.

Fuck, he wanted to lie her down in the backyard right now and claim her—run his hands over her soft skin, gently caress her sensitive breasts and kiss her all over while she trembled, and then fill her completely as they made love. As he left her breathless and clinging to him, crying out his name as she came.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she teased.

“Can’t I admire my wife?” he asked, stalking closer. “I’ve had to keep my hands off you all night.”

“Someone will see us,” she admonished. But her eyes lit up with arousal.

“It’s a fenced in backyard,” Patrick commented dryly. “And you know I’d never let anyone see you,” he said. “You’re all mine.”

“What if the kids wake up?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Both of them sleep like babies.”

Rebecca laughed. “You and I both know babies don’t sleep. Whoever came up with that notion clearly never had children of their own.”

He smirked, walking closer. “And we have months and months before we have our own little one. For now, I plan to fully enjoy having you all to myself.” He came to a stop in front of her. Wrapped his hands around her hips.

He towered above Rebecca’s much smaller frame—and he fucking loved it. She was so small, soft, and feminine compared to his own muscular frame. Curvy against the hard planes of his physique. Soft and welcoming everywhere he was hard. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her when no one else was around.

Couldn’t stop himself from brushing his hands over her feminine curves or pulling her into his arms. Every touch with her felt like the first night they were together—in the hotel room on the beach with waves crashing outside their balcony. They’d made love all night, and that was when he knew she’d captured a piece of his heart. She’d stolen it from the moment they’d met and hadn’t even known it.

“So we better take advantage of this time now,” he said coolly, ducking lower to brush a kiss against her full pink lips. He kissed her slowly, the way she liked, letting his tongue softly tease her.

She whimpered slightly, and he felt his cock twitch.

“Because,” he said, moving his lips down her jawline, enjoying the way she still trembled at his touch. “In six months….” He kissed the sensitive spot below her ear, inhaling her floral fragrance. Loving the catch of her breath.

“We’ll have a baby. Our baby.”

His teeth grazed her neck as she melted against him.

Full breasts pressed against his muscular chest, her nipples firm with arousal. His hard cock nudged against her stomach. Her entire body was practically melded to his.

Fuck yeah.

“And although our baby will take up our time in the best of ways, I want to enjoy my wife right now.”

He ducked down and scooped Rebecca into his arms as she squealed in surprise.

He held her closely to him as he carried her to the blanket under the tree by the patio. The air still smelled like charcoal and summer, and it was one of those damn perfect nights you never wanted to end.

“Be careful,” Rebecca said, reminding him of his injuries. There were scars on the left side of his abdomen now, but he’d been in rehab for two months and was finally cleared to return to active duty.

He had other wounds over the years, from other minor injuries.

Carrying her small frame in his arms was nothing.

“It’s healed,” Patrick said. “And nothing’s going to stop me from carrying you to bed.”

“We’re not in bed.”

He growled, gently laying her down on the blanket, hovering over her body as his arms caged her in. She was his. He stopped any further protests with a kiss and wanted to laugh at her worry. Hell. She’d noticed the stitches in his arm when they’d first met. He’d ducked from sniper fire and escaped roadside bombs before, jumped out of airplanes. Swam in choppy, dark waters.

Not that he could ever reveal all the details of his deployments to her.

The more recent scars he’d obtained from an IED had taken longer to heal from—but he was rearing to go now. Back on active duty and back to making love to his wife every night. His recovery had unintentionally aligned with her morning sickness—and now that they were both feeling better?

All bets were off.

“No one seemed surprised tonight when we told them I was pregnant,” Rebecca said, momentarily stopping their kisses. “Not everyone knew yet.”

Patrick gazed down at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m showing so early this time!”

“You look perfect,” he said.

“God, Brianna is several months further along than me, but I look so much bigger than her.”

“It’s her first baby,” Patrick said, lying beside her on the blanket, his head propped up with his hand. “You told me yourself women show earlier with subsequent pregnancies.”

“I know, I know.”

“And I already told you how perfect you are,” he said, letting his large hand rest atop her belly. He rubbed it gently, knowing it was too soon to feel any kicks, to feel anything. His gaze slid up.

“Pull down the straps on your dress,” he said gruffly.

Rebecca blushed, but slowly slid the spaghetti straps down her arms. He couldn’t wait to undress her himself, and he helped slide the straps down with calloused fingers.

He gently tugged the upper portion of her dress the rest of the way down, watching her swollen breasts spill over the top.

So fucking sexy.

Her nipples were rosy pink against the creaminess of her full breasts, like ripe strawberries just waiting for him to taste. Suck on. Lick again and again.

He ducked lower, burying his face in her breasts as she breathed in abruptly. Her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, and he had to pause for a moment, thankful he was here. Alive. He could barely even recall the explosion that had rendered him unconscious, leaving shrapnel in his side. Didn’t remember his men dragging him onto the waiting Black Hawk. But when he’d woken up in a hospital in Landstuhl? All he could think of was her.

Coming home.

Finally making her his wife.

Rebecca’s hands went to his head, holding him there. He began kissing her breasts softly, reverently, loving the little whimpers she made. He softly kissed his way around one areola, enjoying the way his wife still squirmed at his touch. Gently, he laved his tongue across her rosy nipple, knowing how sensitive she’d been lately.

She moaned and arched up on the blanket, inadvertently pushing her breasts closer.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tonguing it lightly as she bucked up off the ground. Cried out softly. Her nails bit into his shortly cropped hair.

His cock grew uncomfortably hard, but this was about her now.

He slipped one hand beneath her sundress, letting his fingers trail up an inner thigh. Listening to her gasp as he fingered her through her panties. There was something erotic at having her lying topless on the blanket in their backyard, her dress in disarray, revealing her full breasts, as he sought her pleasure.

Rebecca was a buttoned-up divorce attorney during the week, but around him, she come undone.

And he fucking loved giving her pleasure.

He slid her panties down her silken legs, stuffing the lacy confection into his pocket. Rebecca would die of embarrassment if someone found them in their backyard. And there was something sexy as fuck about holding onto his wife’s lace panties.

Hell. He should bring them with him on his next mission.

He laved attention on her other breast, licking her pebbled nibble before lightly grazing it with his teeth.

“Patrick, please!” she gasped.

He sucked the taut bud into her mouth, leaving her writhing, before moving down her body, kissing her slightly swollen stomach. He could smell her arousal and wasted no time moving to her swollen folds. She tasted even sweeter now that she was pregnant, as if that was fucking possible.

And he damn well couldn’t get enough of lapping up all of her pleasure.

He spread her thighs wide, loving the feel of her smooth, feminine skin against his calloused fingers. She was fully open to him—Pink. Wet. Impossible to resist.

He tongued her gently, licking and sucking all her tender folds. She whimpered and lightly moved against him, so eager for more of his ministrations. One long, hard lick left her clutching the blanket in her fists, and he teased her clitoris with his tongue, watching her hips buck right up off the blanket.

His thick fingers gently penetrated her, loving the way her silken walls immediately clamped down around him. She was so damn tight, already strung so high. Moving his fingers in and out slowly, he again tongued her clit, finally sucking the bud between his lips.

Rebecca exploded, screaming as her arousal flooded her sex. He leisurely licked up all of her juices, knowing she was too sensitive now with pregnancy for him to suck on her clit any more. As she lay gasping in the blanket, he unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing erection free. Gently he moved over her and pushed into her silken heat, meeting her heated gaze.

“Patrick, oh God, you feel so good—”

He growled in approval and held himself in place for a moment, gazing down at her, then lightly began to thrust. His thick erection easily slid through her arousal, and he felt her inner walls clamp down around him like a fist. Rebecca’s full breasts bounced with each thrust, her brown waves lifted slightly off the blanket in the gentle breeze, and her cheeks flushed as she gazed up at him.

He pushed her dress up slightly higher, bunching it around her hips. The fabric looked so damn fragile in his muscular hands. His gaze drifted lower, to where his aching cock penetrated her. She was so slick with need that he easily thrust in and out.

And hell.

His thick cock in her tight heat was better every damn time.

Her hands splayed across his chest as he held himself above her, and he wished he’d taken the time to undress so he could feel them on his bare flesh.

Later.

In the bedroom.

But now he needed her coming on his cock.

He bucked into her again, deeper, and she gasped as the base of his erection rubbed against her clit. He knew exactly how to give her the most pleasure, and he wasn’t above making her come again and again. All night long.

He continued pounding into her, enjoying every single gasp and cry emitted from her lips, not letting up until she was coming once more and crying out in ecstasy.

Her brown gaze found his as his balls tightened, and he exploded, spilling his seed deep inside her warm channel. Filling her completely.

She panted, breathless, on the blanket, and he rolled them onto their sides as he held her, still buried inside his wife.

Hell if he didn’t ever want to leave her again.