Page 61 of A Burning Rage

I chuckle at his impatience. “Mom’s getting you a glass.”

He winks at me. “I want yours.” He licks the rim of my glass, and then he leans down to kiss me, his lips cold from the icy drink.

Shane has been insatiable lately when it comes to sex. It’s perfectly fine with me because my hormones are through the roof right now, and I can’t get enough of him. If I weren’t already pregnant, then I would be soon.

Mom comes out carrying a tray with three glasses of lemonade. She hands one to each of the boys, and then she gives one to Shane. He hands me his fresh glass and takes mine instead, quickly finishing it off.

“Mama!” We can hear Ava through the open bedroom window. “Mama, uppie!”

“Sounds like naptime is over,” Shane says. “I’ll get her,” He sets his empty glass on the tray and heads to the door. As he passes me, he pats my baby bump.

As I watch Shane disappear into the house, a knot forms in my throat as it always does when I think back to the shooting and remember how close we came to losing him.

I honestly don’t know how I would have survived if that had happened.

* * *

That night, after the kids are in bed, Shane and I retire to our room for some quality alone time. We’ve been having a lot of that lately, and you won’t hear any complaints from me on that score.

I think the trauma we recently endured has heightened our sense of need for each other, both physically and emotionally, and of course that often translates into sex.

As I come out of our bathroom, I’m not even wearing pajamas. There’s no point in it.

Shane is sitting naked on the side of the bed, watching me as I approach. He holds out his hands, and as I walk up to him, he cups my abdomen.

“How’s my baby?” he asks before he leans forward to kiss the baby bump.

“He, or she, is doing fine,” I say as I thread my fingers through his hair. “I felt my first fluttering today.”

“I can’t wait for the ultrasound tomorrow,” he says.

“Speaking of that…”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to know the baby’s gender this time. I’d like it to be a surprise. Would you be okay with that?”

His initial reaction is to frown, but he mulls it over. “Well, okay, if you want to wait.”

“I do.” I kiss him. “I want it to be a surprise this time.”

“Sure.” He nods. “I’m okay with that.”

He stands and grips my hips so he can maneuver me onto the bed, on my hands and knees so that my ass is practically hanging off the edge of the bed.

Now that I’m showing, he’s worried about crushing me, so we’re doing it doggystyle most times. Either that, or lying on our sides, usually if I’m overly tired or just waking up.

Yeah, we’ve been having lots of morning sex lately.

Shane kneels down beside the bed and opens me gently with his fingers. I feel his warm breath on me a moment before I feel his tongue.

The instant I feel his touch, I groan loudly and lower my face to the mattress. I fist the bedding as he proceeds to torture me with his mouth. He flicks my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He flutters his tongue against my sensitive bud until I’m shaking. The high-pitched sounds coming out of me are embarrassing, but he loves them. When I’m close, on the edge, wet and aching, he slides his index finger inside me and strokes my sweet spot until an orgasm rips through me, and I’m left gasping.

A moment later, I feel the head of his erection circling my soft opening, dipping into the wetness there. Slowly, he sinks into me, an inch at a time.

I groan as he fills me, stretching me so perfectly. “Oh, God! Shane!”

He grips my hips firmly and holds me in place as he pushes deeper inside. Once he’s fully seated, he leans forward, covering my back, and presses kisses to my back and neck. Shivers skate along my nerve endings, rippling down my spine to my heated core, intensifying the delicious tingles and aches.