Page 35 of Shadow’s Protection (Hurricane Heat MC #1)

“I want this every day,” I tell her. “Not just the fucking, but I’ll take as much of this body as you’ll give me. I want this. Being together. Being there for each other. Sickness, health. Fear, pain. I’m in this, Violet. I’m in this with you.”

Her lips part and she licks them. “I believe you. And I want the same thing. All of us.” She pats her belly.

“It doesn’t feel real yet since all I feel is sick.

” She cocks her head and gives me a sideways smile as she thinks about it.

“And maybe a little more sensitive, which I’ll take—thank you very much, hormones.

But I want all of what we can be. No matter how hard it gets.

I want to try with you, Shadow. Every day in every way. ”

We kiss again, but this time, it’s without tongues, without desperate hunger that only the other person can satisfy. This kiss is a promise. A vow we make to each other. To the tiny little soul inside her that only happened because of what we share, who we are, and who we will become together.

She breaks the kiss. “Your turn,” she reminds me. “Let’s do this while my body is cooperating.” She covers her mouth and makes a fake gagging sound. “You just said in sickness and in health. I’ve got the sickness part down .”

She rolls onto her stomach and holds her ass high in the air. “This,” she says. “I have had a thousand fantasies about this since I left the compound.”

I’m more than happy to make that fantasy a reality. She’s still wet when I fist my cock and slide it against her pussy lips, but I want to coax another climax out of her. And since I can go in bare, I want to savor as much as she can take.

I rub the head of my cock along her wet seam, making sure to hit her clit with each stroke. She wiggles her ass, and I clamp my fingers against her plush cheeks. “I wanna smack this ass so bad,” I grit. “I don’t want to hurt you, though.”

“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop, Shadow. Spank me, baby.”

So, I do, palming her ass before I lift my hand and bring it down against her skin.

She immediately cries out in pleasure, her pleas for more causing my cock to weep precome.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I use her hips for leverage, letting my cock slide between those wet lips until I’m as deep as I can go.

She pushes her ass back against me, making little banging movements in time with my thrusts.

“Shadow, you feel…” Her words are muffled by her arms, but I get the gist. “You feel…” She moans with pleasure, rocking and rolling as I power my body into hers.

The tightness of her, the slick smack of my thighs against hers.

This is like nothing I’ve had before because Violet is nothing like anyone I’ve known before.

“You too, sweetheart,” I say, grinding deeper and harder with each thrust. I’m a slave to the power of my desire for her, arousal driving me forward with a force greater than gravity.

My jaw starts to lock up, I’m grinding my teeth so hard trying to make this last, but without a barrier between us, this just feels too damned good. I release on a moan, bellowing into the silent room, not giving a fuck who hears us. She won’t be here for long anyway. Neighbors be damned.

As I’m blowing my load inside her, she starts to quiver, to shudder against me, and suddenly, I feel her walls tighten.

“Fuck,” I hiss as a second climax rocks her body.

I hold her hips, rocketing into her, and then collapse on the bed, spent and sweaty and satisfied—for now.

She’s panting, a light mist of perspiration on her breasts. “I think we found a cure for morning sickness,” she says.

“Definitely prefer this. I’ll frickin’ puke if I have to eat any more soup.”

“Let’s try for real food again tonight.” She yawns and cuddles up beside me. “Maybe not straight for tacos and pizza, but I can try to cook us a burger. Maybe if it’s less greasy and delicious, I’ll manage it.”

I mumble against her hair, but I can’t form any words. I’m too…something.

Happy.

At peace.

I’m holding the woman I love, a baby I put inside her growing in her belly.

There’s nothing more to say.

This is it.

The start of our future.

I close my eyes and drift into the deepest, most peaceful sleep of my life.

The next morning, we wake up still naked, somehow rested after multiple rounds of fucking and sleeping that kept us at it all night.

Whether sex can cure her morning sickness or she’s just getting better with time, it doesn’t matter.

We have a big weekend ahead of us, so at the first sign of the sun, I quietly climb out of bed and head into the kitchen.

I’m standing naked on that strawberry kitchen rug, making Violet tea while I wait for my coffee to brew. I’m so lost in thought, I don’t hear her come down the hallway.

Violet’s hair is messy, and she’s wearing the T-shirt I threw on the floor last night.

“You feelin’ okay?” I head over to her, a mug of ginger tea in my hand.

She takes it gratefully and lifts up on her toes to give me a kiss. “Yeah,” she says. “I slept great. I feel great.”

“Good,” I tell her. “We’ve got a big day today.”

It’s Saturday, so my plan is to get Violet moved in with me, at least as a start.

“When’s your lease up?” I ask. “You here a year?”

That would complicate things some, but I figure if I make a visit to the landlord and offer to buy out the lease, they might let her out.

She blows on the steaming mug of tea, sits on a strawberry pillow at the table, and shakes her head.

“I’m month-to-month. When the condo wasn’t ready when it was promised to me, I told the landlord that I would have to find another place to go.

They offered me all kinds of incentives to stay, but I told them the only way I’d move in was if they let me go month-to-month.

I pay a little bit more, but I only need to give them thirty days’ notice to leave.

I can be out of here pretty quick. Why?”

She cocks her head at me, and I explain. “I’ve got some shit to do today, but I want you with me. I’m not going to leave you alone every morning and every night through this. You’re sick, I wanna know. I wanna be there.”

She nods slowly. “I want that too. Do you want to stay here? I will get rid of the strawberry rug.”

I chuckle. “Nah. No point in you paying rent. I want you to be able to quit that job if you want to. Find a better one if you like. But there’s no reason for you to put up with puking on Zoom if you don’t have to.”

She rests her face in her hands. “The things we do for our kids.”

Kids. Plural. I can see a day when our life is filled with little ones. We’ll see how we do with the one already on the way.

I grab my phone and send a few texts, then I kiss Violet’s head. “I’m hitting the shower. How soon till you can be ready?”

“Ready for what?” she asks.

I cup her bare breast through the thin fabric of my shirt. “Sweetheart, I told you. I’m taking you home.”

Two hours later, we pull Violet’s sedan down a gravel access road. “Where are we?” she asks.

I drive for about five minutes down a path that winds through dense trees. Thankfully, the area was relatively untouched by the tropical storm. Any damage that was done has long been cleaned up. But if we do have another storm, we’ll always have shelter at the compound.

Once the trees clear, I steer her car down a long driveway that leads to a garage. A sleek black car is parked out front.

“I normally don’t keep her here, but if you’ll be here most of the time, she’ll be safe. I have a one-car garage that fits her and the bike, but I’m going to look into adding a carport so we at least have a shelter for your car. I’ll leave my truck at the compound, so I’ll always have wheels.”

Violet turns to me, looking adorable in the passenger seat of her own car. She’s sucking on a ginger candy, and I smell its spicy sweetness as she asks, “Is this your place?”

I get out of the car, go around to the passenger side, open the door for her, and take her hand as she steps out.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “Now, our home.”

I lead her past the GTO, which she pats hello and greets with a little giggle. Instead of walking her to the front door, I lead her through the grass around back.

When she sees it, she gasps. “Oh, Shadow. Oh my God.”

That’s the same reaction I have every time I’m here.

The house I bought about six years ago is right on the shore of a fairly clear, shallow river.

Houses have been built for miles in either direction, but the dense trees and small boat slips that most of us have afford a lot of privacy.

The river itself isn’t very deep, so we don’t get the show boaters and water skiers.

Mostly, older guys fish off their small private piers, and the younger crowd swims, catches frogs, or kayaks quietly down the ten-mile stretch that leads from the spring where it starts to the Gulf of Mexico.

“She’s spring-fed, so the water tends to be too clear for gators, but we’ll get the occasional one out here. I’ll teach you what to look for and how to protect yourself.”

The water is surprisingly clear, and even though the day is overcast, Violet walks to the shore, kicks off her shoes, and puts her bare toes in the water.

“You’re kidding me,” she says, turning to face me. “This is yours? I thought you lived in the compound.”

“I stay there a lot, and I don’t have a ton of storage here, so I keep the books and shit that I don’t use that often in my room at the compound. But I can sleep here every night and keep my room. Perks of being a VP. That plaque on the door means it’s mine for as long as I hold the office.”

“So, you’ll stay here with me?” she asks, her voice sounding hopeful. “And then what, just go to the compound when they need you?”

“The Club is my job, Violet. I’ll go every morning like other guys go to work. But I’ll be home for dinner most nights. If I can’t, you can come to me, with or without the baby.”