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Cillian

I smile as I look down at Bia asleep with her head in my lap. We are on our plane headed to Scottland.

Bia is six months pregnant with our son, and we decided to name him Brayden. It means brave and wise, which is what we both want him to be.

I also need to find out more about this Abraham fucker that I know is messing with Kayleigh’s head. She goes there for a week and is all googly eyes, lovey-dovey, then, two months later is depressed and now seeing this other fucker who I know is up to no good.

I try to ask her if something is wrong, but she brushes me off. That may have worked before Bia, but I’m not the same idiot I was before.

If she won't tell me, then I will have to go to this asshole. But, for the next two weeks, I’m not going to worry about that.

I get to spend the next two weeks exploring nature, away from all the Mafia madness, and alone with my wife.

Two weeks alone with Bia.

I smile as I feel Brayden kick my hand. I gently rub my fingers where he kicked me.

“Would you stop encouraging him to kick?”

Bia grumbles.

“Sorry,”

I tell her.

“No, you're not,”

she glares up at me and snuggles her head back in my lap. I run my fingers through her hair while she falls back asleep.

My sweet little lamb becomes quite cranky if her sleep is disturbed since becoming pregnant.

Keenan learned the hard way my sweet wife set mouse traps by our door since he would come bug her when she would take her midday nap. And let's just say, after getting his foot caught in a trap, he learned his lesson and to leave her alone.

I did offer to shoot him, but she said she had a plan. And, well, her plan worked.

A few hours later, a sleepy Bia leans her head on my shoulder as we walk in the resort we are staying at.

“It’s beautiful,”

Bia says as we step inside. The resort is an old castle that was transformed into a resort. I spent months finding the best place to take Bia. My little lamb is going to be spoiled.

“It is, but nowhere as beautiful as you my little lamb.”

“Cheesy,”

she says, shaking her head.

I walk us inside the bedroom.

“Do you want to take a nap? I’m sure you’re tired.”

Bia sits on the bed but shakes her head as she reaches out for my hand. I give it to her and brace my hands on either side of her hips as she pulls me to her.

“I want you,”

she says against my lips before she presses those delectable lips against mine. I push my tongue between her lips and rub my tongue against hers. I slowly lower myself over her, and we wrap ourselves around each other.

Bia rolls herself on top of me and pulls her dress over her head.

“Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous,”

I say, as I sit up and kiss her lips again and my hands roam all over her back. Fuck. Pregnant Bia is so fucking sexy. She always wants me, and I’m definitely not one to complain, and I fucking love the curves she has developed since becoming pregnant.

I unhook her bra, and my mouth waters at the sight of her nipples already hard, calling for my attention.

I grab both of her boobs and push them together. I put both of her nipples in my mouth and start to suck on them.

“Yes, Cillian. Yes,”

she chants as she grinds her hips against me. I keep sucking on them; she moans louder when I use my free hand and push her hips down harder on my cock as I thrust up.

I feel her legs shake on either side of me, and I suck harder on her nipples.

“Oh...Cillian…Cillian…CILLIAN!”

I feel my pants get wet as she soaks both of us. I slowly let go of her nipples and stare at her flushed face.

She grabs my pants and starts to undo them. I chuckle and move her hands aside and finish what she started. I quickly shed my clothes and climb into the bed with her.

She pulls me on top of her. I brace my hands on either side of her face.

“Are you sure?”

I ask her.

“Please.”

She nods, and I gently push my lips against hers. Her hands wander up my chest and to my shoulders. I move my lips away from hers and keep my eyes locked on hers as I slowly inch myself inside of her.

I watch for any fear or that she is about to have a panic attack. She has not been able to handle me being on top of her and I won’t push her past her comfort level.

She starts to close her eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me. I need your eyes.”

Her eyes lock with mine as I thrust in and out of her. Bia wraps her legs around me, pushing her heels into my lower back. Fuck the way she is squeezing me, needing me closer to her, feels like fucking heaven.

I intertwine our fingers together and raise them above her head. I lean my body forward; we are nose to nose as I keep my pace.

“I love you so fucking much,”

I whisper to her.

“I love you too,”

she says back at me. We hold onto each other as we make love. This is more than that though, this is her overcoming one of her demons. Fuck, I couldn’t be prouder of her.

I circle my hips, making sure my groin rubs against her clit, which earns me one of her sexy moans.

With each movement she squeezes me tighter, I can feel the pressure tingling at the base of my spine.

Her nails dig into the top of my hand as her legs tighten around me before she cries out her release. Her release triggers mine.

I rest my forehead on hers while I catch my breath. I feel Bia’s breath change tempo. I pull my forehead off hers and look down at her. I see tears on her cheeks.

I cup them with my hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, I finally did it,”

she says with a watery smile.

I lean down and kiss the tears off her cheeks. “You did.”

I pull her into my arms and roll us so we are laying on our sides with her head on my chest. I run my hand over her belly.

She wiggles, which makes my cock twitch inside of her.

“You better quit wiggling around unless you want round two.”

She gives me that smile that I know means she is horny as she squeezes my cock again.

“Such a naughty little lamb,”

I say before I move my body over hers and slip my tongue in between her lips.