When the last shudder faded away, his long, hard body grounding me to the present, he lifted his dark head, tipped my chin to capture my eyes, and vowed, “You always will.”
20
Nightmares
Deacon
I lay in my bed with one arm folded behind my head, the other wrapped around the woman curled against my side with her head on my chest.
I’d never felt such peace.
My family was a mess.
I had no idea what I was going to do for a living.
And I could get ousted from my home at any moment.
Yet I was the happiest I’d ever been.
She stretched and arched her back, pressing her breasts into my ribs and her ass into my hand, and my cock sprang to attention.
“I guess we should have had the safe sex talk,” she murmured.
Surprised, I asked, “You think I’d ever put you in any kind of danger?”
It never occurred to me she’d doubt that, but it should have.
I hesitated, knowing it was a sore spot, but wanted to reassure her.“I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce, and I’ve been tested.’
“What about pregnancy?”she challenged.
I hadn’t thought about it, but now that she mentioned it, I imagined her swollen with my child.Riding my cock with that beautiful belly, her tits heavy and full.
I grinned.“I’m ready if you are.”
“Are you?”Her eyebrows rose.“You’re ready right now?The way things are?”
My face softened.“I wouldn’t be even a little bit upset.”
She stiffened against me.
“Hey,” I called softly.“There’s no rush, sweetheart.And it’s not a dealbreaker.”I huffed out a laugh and rolled her underneath me.
Looking down into those soft, sleep-hazy, satiated blue eyes, her black hair spread out over my pillow like a river of silk, I knew one thing for certain.“There are no dealbreakers.”
Her eyebrows quirked, her eyes flitting away from mine.
With my knee, I spread her thighs and tested her readiness before driving myself home.“Not one, Jenny.Not even one.”
The next two weeks were nothing short of blissful other than the fact St.Michael’s was in shutdown until its residents got past the cold virus that plagued them.
Apparently, it happened almost every spring, though it didn’t stop Jenny from fretting.
Blissful was not a word normally in my vocabulary, but being with Jenny, laughing and talking and cooking and taking her to my bed, pushing her a little further each time, coaxing her to fully give herself over to me, was pure joy.
This bliss in Jenny’s company did not surprise me; I’d experienced it before.
But there was also hope, the kind that comes with the appearance of that first, brave bud after a long, cold winter.
