Page 7 of Forever His (The Donovans: Secret Son #6)

“And dad doesn’t know what to do,” Adam added. “He won’t talk about it but I know he’s angry. I know he wants to put a stop to Roslyn Ausby.”

“It’s his guilt,” Trent said and he could so relate to that emotion. He was harboring so much guilt right now about Tia’s request for another baby, and his resistance, that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Two hours after making that statement, Trent was still feeling said guilt. That’s why he poured a second glass of wine before heading out onto the balcony with his wife.

“Hey there,” Tia said the moment Trent stepped outside. “You took longer than I thought you would.”

She was sitting in one of the black cushioned chairs, her legs crossed, wine glass in hand. Her hair was down, touching the caps of her shoulders, a few strands hanging forward to skate over the line of cleavage displayed in the silky pink nightie she was wearing.

“Yeah, Dev called just as I was leaving. He thinks he may have found a lead so we were going over what his next steps were,” Trent said.

He sat down in the chair beside her and took the hand she’d extended to him.

“I’m sorry this is happening,” she stated quietly.

“We all are,” he replied. “But thanks. Thank you for being here and for understanding.”

“You’re my husband, Trent. Bailey, your parents, Uncle Albert and Uncle Bernard, you’re all my family. Aside from my mom, you’re all the family I’ve got,” she added. “We’re in this together.”

Were they? Trent wasn’t so sure that was true.

What he was certain of was that after the day he’d had he needed her and nobody else.

That’s how it was now, she was everything good in this world to him.

Her and Trevor. He could go out and chase bad guys and deliver bad news and know that at night he was coming home to the safety of his wife’s loving arms. They had a good thing, the best thing Trent had ever been a part of and he didn’t want that to change.

He didn’t want Roslyn Ausby or the possibility of a new baby and new fears to change that. Nobody would ever believe that he, big bad Trent Donovan, was afraid, but he admitted again to himself that he definitely was.

“Come here,” he said after sitting in silence for a few moments.

Tia set her glass on the table between the two chairs and came to him just as he asked. Trent put his glass down as well and gathered her onto his lap.

“I just need to hold you,” he whispered as she nuzzled into him. He kissed the top of her head and when she lifted her face to him, he kissed her lips lightly.

“I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you, Tia,” he whispered honestly. “I just don’t.”

“I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, her arms folded tightly around his neck.

Trent sighed heavily. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said and then pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. “I love you so very much.”

There was a sheen of tears in her eyes and Trent immediately felt like an ass for all the thoughts he’d had this week about not wanting a baby with his wife.

His wife, dammit, that’s who she was and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her smile and to keep her happy and safe. Absolutely nothing.

His hands actually shook as he touched her arms, gently repositioning her so that she was now straddling him on that chair.

When she was seated once again, her warm center just inches from his rising arousal, Trent grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer.

He kissed her hungrily, his tongue dancing with quick, hot strokes over hers.

She returned the kiss, once again wrapping her arms around his neck and scooting closer so that she was now perched directly over his length.

Trent was hard and he needed her, he needed the intimacy that had become like a nutrient to his daily diet.

He’d never realized how much being with another person could bleed into a man’s soul and actually feed him until they were happy and strong emotionally. Tia had done that for him.

He was quick about undoing his pants and releasing his erection.

Pushing aside the piece of string his wife had been wearing as underwear was a simple step.

In sync as always, Tia shifted, lifting her hips and then settling down over the head of his length slowly and sweetly.

Trent groaned as he felt the familiar warmth of her walls clutching, sucking him in deeper.

He closed his eyes, letting his forehead rest against hers.

Their quick panting matched and so did the trembling of their bodies as he settled completely inside of her.

Tia moved again, this time lifting up and slamming herself down on him.

They both gasped at the instant punch of lust. She did it again and again and Trent thought he would simply fly right off the balcony it felt so damn good.

Instead of taking flight he gripped Tia’s hips, guiding her to the rhythm he needed, loving the way she let her head fall back and rode him with complete abandon.

“Everything,” he whispered. “You’re every fuckin’ thing to me, Tia. Do you hear me? Every fuckin’ thing!”

“Yes!” she yelled. “Yes!”

She was so wet and he was so hard, they felt so good together, just like always. Pleasure tingled along every nerve in his body and Trent trembled once more. He wasn’t used to that sensation and chalked it up to being outside on the balcony of his brother’s hotel while making love to his wife.

“Yes, Trent! This is it! This is it, baby!” Tia was saying, thrashing her head wildly so that her hair was flying everywhere, her breasts jostling until the point of spilling out of the negligee top.

“This is…,” she continued. “It’s time…we’re gonna make a baby. Oh, I love you so much. Thank you, Trent! Thank you! Thank you!”

He heard her words, felt her walls spasm around his dick, her release drenching him.

She was right, it was time, he felt it in the base of his spine and held on to her tighter.

Each time she moved felt like she was milking him, taking everything, taking and taking…

wait a minute, wait a minute…his mind was fuzzy, her words bursting through the haze.

We’re gonna make a baby. It’s time.

No!

His mind screamed the word while his body fought back with an emphatic yes!

He couldn’t.

Not again.

What if Roslyn burned down his house the next time? What if Tia was hurt? What if she did get pregnant but then lost the baby? What if he lost her and the baby?

No! No! No!

Trent tried to push her off him. He tried to pull his length out of her before his release exploded from its tip.

But Tia grasped his neck and slammed down on him once more, screaming his name as she did. He poured into her, everything he had, shot straight into her.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

“I love you, baby. I love you so very much,” she was saying. Over and over again she just kept saying it while Trent’s mind roared with something very different.

Damn. Damn. Damn.