Page 55 of It’s Always Been You (Always #1)

“Oh, my God,” Emily squealed. “Congratulations!” The brunette’s eyes landed on Caitlin’s face, which probably looked like she was about to face the executioner. “Um, right?”

“She’s still getting used to the idea,” Travis said.

“Thanks, Travis, for reading my thoughts,” Caitlin grumbled. “And you’re not supposed to tell anyone for twelve weeks.”

“Our lips are sealed,” Em said with an accompanying “zip it” motion to her lips. Ed clapped Travis on his back.

“I’m going to get fat,” Caitlin informed her husband. “You’re up for that?”

Travis turned her in his arms, leaned in, and said, “You’re pregnant. Pregnant is not fat. Is that what this panic is all about?”

“I’m not panicking.”

“Right . . .” Travis eyed her dubiously. Then he tucked her into his side and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll figure it out, sunshine.”

The comfort of his arms did make her feel better. Her nausea started receding, and the first inkling of excitement at the prospect of motherhood started to tickle her heart.

Travis was exultant, but he tried to reel it in, even if he wanted to lift Caitlin and spin her around in pure exhilaration. His woman was in shock right now; although, it seemed she was less tense than she had originally been at the hospital.

They dropped off Emily and Ed at their home.

It was almost 3:30 a.m. when they finally pulled into their garage.

Caitlin had dozed off and was just rousing when Travis exited the car to go around her side to open her door.

The skirt she was wearing was bunched up around her hips exposing the mound between her thighs.

His cock predictably stirred. Well, her being pregnant certainly earned her a reprieve from his ire.

He’d forgive her any transgression right now.

However, her being pregnant also reminded him of the infinitely pleasurable activity of how she got that way.

He grew harder. It was that mating instinct. It had to be.

“Want me to carry you, babe?” Travis whispered .

“I’m pregnant, Travis, not an invalid,” Caitlin’s lips curved in a sleepy smile.

Watching Caitlin walk into their kitchen, into their house, which she had spent weeks turning into a home, and knowing she was carrying their baby, he couldn’t hold back his feelings any longer.

“Sunshine?” Caitlin turned and looked at him questioningly. “Come here.”

She took too long in getting to him because of those damned heels, so he held out his hand and when she took it, he yanked her into him. She stumbled into his chest with a gasp.

“I’m so fucking happy I’ve knocked you up, so you’re going to get over any uncertainty you’re having about this baby,” Travis growled at her, their lips a breath apart. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, Travis,” Caitlin sighed against his lips, and there was contentment in her voice.

“You sound happy,” Travis asked warily, not trusting her sudden acquiescence.

“I am happy. I’ve got the man; now I’m getting the family.”

“Damn right you are,” Travis muttered.

“Just took me an hour to wrap my head around it.”

“That’s not too bad.”

“I’m just wondering why my first reaction was panic,” Caitlin whispered. “And I spoiled the news for you.”

“Caitlin, don’t. Nothing could put a dampener on how happy I am right now,” Travis said firmly. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. There’s something I need to tell you.”

After taking a quick shower together, Travis had Caitlin snuggled close to him in bed. They were both too wired to fall asleep, and he felt he had to tell her why she was feeling the way she was about the whole pregnancy.

“You didn’t want to have children before,” Travis admitted. He felt Caitlin stiffen. “When we first got married, it was with my full understanding that it would simply be the two of us.”

“I’m surprised you were okay with it.”

“Babe, I love you more than anything. Was I bummed at the prospect of not having kids? Hell yeah, but that wasn’t a deal breaker for me.

I wasn’t giving you any reason to walk away.

You didn’t even want to get married, saying you were okay with just living in sin.

Fucking. Drove. Me. Nuts. I never understood why because there was no question that we were crazy about each other.

It was only when the truth came out about Project Infinity that everything made sense. ”

He glanced down at her. “Still awake, Cat?”

“Hmm . . . just thinking. So why didn’t I want kids?”

“Being abandoned as a child and enduring the foster care system didn’t exactly give you the warm fuzzies about motherhood,” Travis said. “I was hopeful if you got to experience the love and support of my family, I could change your mind. It took almost two damned years, but it worked.”

“Sneaky.”

“Cat, I still would have been fine if you never came around. I was completely happy with just the two of us. Also, I was away with the SEALs so much at that time, I didn’t want to leave a pregnant wife at home. But when we made plans of me quitting, that’s when we had the talk.”

“Hmm . . . so this could be some residual doubt trapped in my subconscious or something?”

He stroked her hair. He wanted to fill in all the blanks in her lost memory. “Very likely. First thing we’re going to do, well, in a couple of hours, is get you an appointment with your woman doctor.”

“Obstetrician. And it’s a Saturday. ”

“I’ll call Dr. Ryan for a referral anyway. We’re getting you the best, sunshine.”

“I can’t believe I got pregnant from those two times the condom broke.” Caitlin stifled some laughter.

“I’ve got determined swimmers, babe.”

“Yes, we nearly tore up your office that day. You were insatiable.”

“If I remember right, you were the one who was impatient for me to come home,” Travis said smugly.

He had been working late that Thursday and had been the lone occupant in the office when Caitlin showed up in a trench coat with nothing underneath but a lace bra and panties.

“I nailed you right against the office door that first time.”

“Yes, then you pulled out and spread me over your office table.”

“I fucked you with my mouth.” He heard her breath hitch; his dick responded.

He shifted and had her under him. “I licked every crevice of that sweet little cunt of yours.” He pulled off her nightie and started raining kisses on her body.

He rolled her nipple on his tongue, loving the feel of her arching against him, pushing her body into his.

Then he moved lower, taking his time pressing his mouth against the sensitive skin between the junction of her thigh and hip.

Her legs opened in response. He inhaled her arousal and grew harder.

He’d never get enough of her, and this was affirmed when he dipped his tongue right into that ambrosia.

Six years later

“Give me one more, babe.”

“I can’t. I can’t, just . . . ”

“Cat, you don’t give me one more, you’re not getting my cock.”

Whimper.

Travis had been alternately fucking her with his tongue and fingers.

He wore her out late last night, and she dozed off right away.

She sucked the ever loving hell out of his cock both with her mouth and pussy so he zonked out as well.

Early this morning, she snuck out of bed and took a shower.

Without him. It was a Sunday morning. They always showered together.

So now he was giving her endless orgasms. Without his cock. And she was writhing for the ultimate release, which was him moving inside her.

He withdrew his fingers and pushed her thighs apart and resumed feasting on her.

He had since laved off every trace of her floral citrus soap.

What was left was a heady musk of pure Caitlin.

Even now after six years, her feminine scent drove him insane.

He could eat her forever, except his dick wouldn’t be happy.

And right now the fucker wanted some action.

Caitlin spasmed against him and moaned, her release spurring him to growl against her pussy.

He held a palm on her lower belly and pressed down on that point he knew drew out the intensity of her orgasm.

“Travis, oh, God, oh, God . . .”

He crawled up her body, hooked her legs under his elbows and plunged inside her, pounding her into the mattress with each powerful stroke.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she continued to whimper and moan in pain or pleasure, he was beyond control now.

He briefly kissed her. “Come on, sunshine. Suck me inside you. Suck me dry, babe.” He watched her tilt her head back as she cried out again.

“Fuck . . . come around me, babe . . . Fuuuuck!” Her inner muscles clamped down on him, pulling him into the tempest of her own climax.

He wanted to roar, but he kept his voice low and growled into the curve of her shoulder instead.

He shivered, his release running the length of his spine in diminishing spasms.

He pushed up on his elbows, his breathing still heavy as he framed Caitlin’s face tenderly. “I love you, sunshine.”

“Love you, too, Travis,” she whispered back.

After all these years, he was just as crazy for her. His slowing heart rate picked up a beat as strong emotions overwhelmed him. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more each day, but I do. You fucking own me, babe.”

Her fingers reached up to trace his jaw. “As I belong to you.”

Travis turned his head to kiss her hand. “You’re damn right you do.”

Her brows furrowed. “I’m so sorry about the past few months—”

His fingers traced her lips to stop her from talking further. “Shh . . . what are you sorry about? Marriage isn’t all about sex, babe—though I’m thrilled we’re back on track. You didn’t freeze me out or anything. You were still you; you just had to stop being a superwoman. You were exhausted and—”

There was a soft knock on their door. They both froze, eyes locking with each other, before they burst into muffled laughter.