Page 150 of Unbreakable Thread

Our honeymoon, for now, is not a getaway trip, as Sol is so close and uncomfortable all the time. It wouldn’t be a good idea. I wanted to do something that didn’t require travel, a staycation. I guess that’s what they call it. “Wow, Max…” She spins side to side, taking it all in. “It’s two stories…so luxurious.” Casinos have extravagant penthouses for about five grand a night.

I’ll admit, I’m impressed. The penthouse has floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the glittering city skyline like a living painting. A plush leather white sectional is scattered with jewel-toned pillows that catch the afternoon light. Adjacent stands a dining table of polished walnut that could seat twelve, its surface reflecting the crystal chandelier above. Behind us, a sleek marble-topped bar gleams with bottles of amber and clear spirits.

Down a marble hall lie three rooms. The first is a game room: a sectional faces a screen that takes up most of the wall, and a pool table sits centered under a low-hanging light. The second room holds a massage table dressed in white linen, a jetted spa sunk into the floor, and a treadmill pushed against the far window. The third opens into a kitchen—wide and bright, every appliance flush and stainless, the pantry stocked floor to ceiling.

“Oh my gosh,” Sol whispers. “A massage sounds good right now.”

“Then it will be first on the list.”

Her head bobs in disbelief at the sheer scale of the place, and we haven’t even seen the second floor. Our footsteps echo as we ascend.

“This is crazy,” I say, taking in the view of the bedroom, the sprawling king-size bed heaped with plump pillows, the vanity that catches light like diamonds, the elegant sofa positioned nearby, with an adjoining vast bathroom with another spa-like tub.

The other bedroom is identical to the one we walked into.

Sol lies on the bed, taking a long breath. “Why are hotel beds so soft?”

I lie beside her. “It is soft. The ones I’ve stayed at were cheap hotels that were as hard as a rock and were probably pissed on several times.”

Sol gives me a soft smile, staring up at the ceiling. I wonder if she’s thinking of all those times she stayed at luxury hotels with her adoptive parents. “I’ve never stayed in an expensive penthouse that’s five thousand a night, that’s for sure. Thank you, Max.” She leans in to kiss me on the lips. “Especially with my husband.”

Just the sound of her calling me her husband makes me hard as fuck. My gaze licks over every curve of her body. I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t say my wife’s breasts look and feel amazing while she’s pregnant. She’s always had great tits, but pregnant—an entirely different category. I pull the fabric to the side, and with ease, her breast pops out. The pad of my thumb brushes along her pebbled nipples. “You’re welcome…wife. We have a whole week to ourselves. I intended to have you in every area of this place.”

Since Leo’s passing, we haven’t been intimate. Losing my best friend was the hardest thing I’ve been through in a very long time.

Sol moans as my teeth nip at her swollen nipples.

“You seem uncomfortable with all those clothes on. Let me help you out of it.”

She smiles up at me. “Mmm, you would like that, wouldn’t you? But you’re in luck because at this moment I hate clothes.” She leans to the side so I can unzip it.

“No underwear?” I raise a brow at her.

“God, no. This week is going to be great because I’m not wearing clothes. It’s gotten to a point in my pregnancy where clothes are uncomfortable. Just giving you a warning.”

“I don’t mind at all. I’ll definitely enjoy the view.” My fingers brush between her already parted thighs. “Have I told you that pregnancy looks good on you?” She struggles to put on underwear, socks, and pants. I’m always happy to help her.

Small, breathy sounds escape at the pressure of my fingers curling in her. “Yes…every day.”

“I’ll keep reminding you, tesoro.” She’s had days when she doesn’t feel beautiful. I remind her it’s temporary, and regardless, she’s beautiful to me.

I press my mouth against her inner thigh, dragging my tongue upward until I reach her core. I lick a slow, deliberate stroke through her folds, feeling her hips buck against my face. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking it in quick, tight strokes, then pulling it between my lips and sucking gently. Her thighs clench around my head, her fingers dig into my hair, and the slick heat of her arousal spreads against my chin. Then I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them. She arches and cries of pleasure fill the room. I keep going until her breathing turns ragged and her hips are grinding against my face in a steady, desperate rhythm, her body flushed and trembling and slippery with want. Pulling back, I yank the buttons off my shirt in a rush. I shove my jeans and boxers down together, stepping out of them and kicking them aside so they land in a heap next to her wedding dress.

I gently bring my wife forward to the edge of the bed. I’ve been inside Sol countless times, and today should be no different, but it is. It’s a beginning of something new. I always knew I’d have her as my forever, and I know she’s always felt the same. A beginning to truths. No more lies. No more secrets. She’s Sol. My Sol. My wife. A slow, breathless moan escapes her with just the tip inside her. She’s always been a sunshine illuminating my soul. It might sound cheesy, and some might not understand that I needed the light even if it was only an ounce of it. Something was better than living in a world where only darkness presented itself.

“Max, oh god, Max.” Her cries fill the room.

I don’t want to harm her…them. I thrust slowly, painfully slow. Damn, I just want to screw her hard until she’s a beautiful mess.

“Go faster, Max.” She grits her teeth.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not, dammit,” she moans. “Deeper.”

“Fuck.” I pick up speed.

“Harder,” she orders, the word dissolving into a raw moan that echoes off the bedroom walls. Her fingers claw the comforter. Something about the pregnancy has unleashed this new boldness in her—mouthy. A change I welcome.