Page 69 of The Hero
“Mussed,” he said with a grin. Then he reached between them and lined his cock up to her pussy. “You ready for me?”
“I’m always ready for you,” she said without hesitation, widening her legs, inviting him inside.
Before she could blink, he was settled deep. She sighed. He felt so good, filling her in a way no one ever had.
He closed his eyes and took a breath through his nose. When he opened them again, he said, “You’ve gained some weight since you’ve been here.”
Marlowe froze. She didn’t think he was complaining, but it was a little weird to talk about her weight in that moment. “Um ... yeah?”
“You started your period again yet?”
Licking her lips and trying to control the blush she could feel blooming across her cheeks, she shook her head.
“If you want, I can start wearing condoms ... to protect you.”
Oh!That’s why he was commenting on her weight.
Marlowe couldn’t imagine not having him bare inside her. She liked how he felt. Loved when he came deep within her body. But was he changing his mind? They’d talked about kids, but maybe now that they weren’t on the run, he’d decided that was crazy?
“I can see your mind working a mile a minute. I still want to get you pregnant,” he said bluntly. “There’s nothing I want more than to see you round and glowing with our baby. But things moved really fast with us. If you want to wait, I’m okay with that too.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Excellent,” he said.
“Although there’s no guarantee,” she warned.
“I know. But we’ll have fun trying,” he said with a grin as he began to move, slow and steady, in and out, making Marlowe gasp and moan with pleasure.
At one point, she voiced her concern about his back again. In response, he moved faster, took her harder, and any concerns she might’ve had flew from her mind.
Marlowe had thought making love with him the first time was the best she’d ever had, but she’d been wrong. Being with him now, safe and comfortable, was much more exciting and fulfilling and erotic.
He made love to her, teasing her body until she was begging him to let her come. Without making her wait another second, he held himself inside her as she flew over the edge. Just like before, he seemed to crave the feeling of her rippling around his cock.
As soon as she relaxed, he began to fuck her hard, murmuring words of love and how beautiful she was, until his orgasm overcame him and he spurted ropes of come deep inside her body.
He lowered himself on top of her for a few seconds, catching his breath, then rolled and clutched her to his chest.
Marlowe wanted to protest, tell him that he shouldn’t be bearing her weight because of the wounds on his back. But she loved this position. Lying bonelessly on top of him, with Kendric still inside her. It reminded her of the first time they’d made love in that barn. Only now she didn’t have to worry about dirty hay or being interrupted, and there were no animals eating noisily all around them.
“I love you,” she mumbled into his chest.
His arms tightened, and she felt his cock twitch inside her. “I love you too,” he returned.
Marlowe kissed his neck and sighed contentedly.
“I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he said softly.
She lifted her head. “What?”
“When you talk with Ian. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure things don’t go sideways. And that goes for life in general too. I’m going to be a pain in your butt. You’re going to think I’m overprotective, because I am. I won’t be controlling, you can be friends with whoever you want, go wherever you want. You can get whatever job you want, or no job at all. I don’t care. But I’m probably going to be texting you constantly, making sure you’re okay, asking if you need anything. And when we have kids ...?”
He shuddered slightly, then kept speaking. “I’m going to go completely overboard. We’re talking background checks on their babysitters, coaches, teachers. Nothing and no one will hurt what’s mine if I can prevent it.”
Tears ran down Marlowe’s cheeks.
Kendric looked alarmed. “Shit! Don’t cry, Punky. I’ll try to keep a lid on it, but I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, and the thought of anything happening to you makes me crazy. And kids are so vulnerable. I don’t want them ever questioning their dad’s love for them. I’m going to screw up, I know I will, and I’m terrified that I might do or say something to turn them into psychos, but I’ll still do my best to be the kind of father and husband you’ve always wanted.”
