Climbing up onto the bed next to me, he drags me to the center of the bed so we can lie together. He wraps his arms around me, engulfing me in his strong warmth.
Kissing my ear and stroking my hair, he says, “I know you’re not a huge fan of change, but I’ve been more than patient. I never want to spend another night away from you. I’m willing to split my time between this cabin and your ranch, but I refuse to sleep away from you again. Are you okay with that?”
Nothing has ever felt so right to me, and I realize home is wherever he is. “I’m more than okay with it. There’s no place I feel safer than in your arms, Travis.”
Chapter Seventeen
TRAVIS
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
“What are you staring at, sugar?” I ask, looking over my black-framed glasses at Faith. We’re lying in bed together, reading books about baby stuff.
She’s got one about the first year, but I’m still back on labor and delivery. It gives me an intimate appreciation for all she’s going through and will go through to give us a baby.
“Your glasses again.”
“They make me look like a nerd,” I grumble in reply, going back to reading.
“I think nerds are hot, husband,” she counters in low tones. We’ve been married for seven months now, but I still get a thrill out of hearing her call me that.
We had a simple elopement at the courthouse in Ophir City, but despite the modesty of the ceremony, I’ll always count it as one of the best days of my life. Along with the night at the hot springs and the day Faith told me she was carrying our child.
I finger the gold band on her dainty hand with a grin, teasing drily, “Guess that explains Chuck Winters.”
Her jaw drops. “Old Chuck. I forgot about him.”
“Good thing.”
“You know, he’s more in the geek category than the hot nerd category like you. And besides, he never stood a chance with you coming around to bale my hay and stir my oats.”
“Anytime you want a good baling or stirring, I’m ready. I’ll even fuck you with the glasses on if you like,” I answer with a wink.
She sets her book down, snuggling closer to me, and my balls tingle, preparing for what I know is coming next. But I’ve got something on my mind. Something I read a moment ago that I need to discuss with her before I bury my head in that delicious pussy of hers. My brows knit together as I find the passage again.
“What’s wrong, babe?” she asks, sitting up.
“It says here that when a man can’t be with his woman during labor, it’s something she never gets over. Even if she doesn’t mean to, she’ll always hold it against him.” I set the book in my lap, staring at her for a moment. My right hand comes up to cup her cheek. “You know I’ll move mountains, do whatever it takes to get back to you when it’s time for Ryder to be born. But if I’m called away and can’t make it in time, I need you to promise you’ll find a way to forgive me.”
I turn towards her, resting my left hand on her gorgeous full tummy where our little boy finishes growing. He kicks under my hand, and I grin. The feeling will never get less miraculous to me. “Can you promise me that?” I ask earnestly.
“Of course,” she replies, licking her sexy pink lips in that way I find irresistible. “After all, it’s not like you’ll be drinking at a bar or carousing with the guys. You’ll be risking your life to save homes and lives. Honestly, I’d rather have you stay with me, but I know firefighting’s in your blood.That you take your responsibilities with the Rough & Ready Hotshots seriously and would never do anything to let them down. The same goes for me and Ryder.”
“You two are my whole world now,” I declare as I do pretty much every day. “I’ll always be the man you need, no matter how you need me. You’ve only got to ask.”
“All I have to do is ask?” She giggles, taking another look at my glasses. “In that case, let’s get back to that fucking with your glasses on talk. I like the sound of it.”
The longer we’re together, the more her language relaxes. At least, in the bedroom. She knows how much I like dirty talk, and I can tell she does, too, by the way her eyes dilate, and her jaw goes slack when I whisper things I’m going to do to her in her ear.
“Well, I’m going to start by eating the honey out of your pussy. We’ll see how long it takes to fog up these glasses, and then I’m going to let you lick my cock like a lollipop, so you get it nice and stiff. Then, I’m going to bend you over the bed and take you from behind. Give you the pounding you deserve, you naughty little girl.”
Her eyes go two shades darker as she lets out a breathy “yes.” She’s so far along now that doggy style is her preferred position, and that’s fine by me. One of the sexiest views on the entire planet is her round ass and ample hips with her legs spread and pink pussy begging to suck me in.
Before I can put my words into action, my cell phone vibrates on the nightstand, and both of our faces drop. She’s been through enough of this fire season with me to know what this likely means.
“Fuck.” I let out a sharp exhale as I stare at my phone screen.
She looks at me, a question on her face, and I answer with a nod, “I’ve got to go, sugar.”
