Page 106 of The Rejected Wife

"Not until Serene is discharged. When she wakes up, she’ll want to see her mother." A determined look comes into her eyes when she says that. Her throat moves as she swallows. Her eyes glisten.

"Oh, baby, come here." I gather her close. And when she sinks into me, the world feels right again. I lift her onto my lap. She makes a protesting noise, but when I lay back with her and encourage her to stretch out next to me, she sighs. I turn her on her side away from me. Then I begin to massage her shoulders.

"That feels so good," she moans.

My cock instantly stands to attention. Given her sweet curves are pressed against mine, I’m not surprised. I squeeze the tense muscles of her back, dragging my knuckles down her spine.

She groans, and the sound is so fucking erotic. I’m aware the tent in my crotch is making itself known to her, but I ignore it. I continue to dig my fingers into the knotted muscles, and when they unwind, she sighs. Her body relaxes against mine. "Thank you," she mumbles, then yawns widely.

"Take a nap," I coax her.

"But, Serene?—"

"Will be fine. There are nurses monitoring her. If anything changes, they’ll find us."

That seems to satisfy her. She closes her eyes. Her body twitches, and I know she’s already asleep. I tuck her head under my chin and breathe deeply of her scent. As always, it soothes me. Some of the tension drains out of me. I’m tempted to sleep but shove that aside. All of that training in the Royal Marines means I can school myself to go days without shut-eye.

I allow my mind to mull over the revelations which have come to light. What does it mean for us? Once my wife has had a chance to digest the news, how will she feel about it? It’s a good thing, right? I married her without being aware she's the mother of my child, but I could sense their bond right away. This simply means, she’s also Serene’s biological mother. What does it mean for Serene? When do we tell her?

Likely, it won’t make a difference to her now, as she’s too small to understand the nuances. But we can add more details to her life storybook as she grows older, and share her past with her in an age-appropriate fashion.

As for Lauren? Well, that’s something I need to discuss with my wife when she’s awake.

As if she senses my thoughts, Cilla's eyelids flutter open. "How long was I asleep?" she asks in between yawns.

I check my watch. "Almost an hour." I’m surprised so much time has passed.

She turns in my arms, then lifts those gorgeous eyes to mine. Her eyes are still tired, but clearer than before.

"I should get you something to eat." I begin to rise but she puts her arm on my chest.

"Stay a little longer."

I sink back, then urge her upward until we’re almost nose to nose. I gaze into her eyes, marveling at the golden sparks within them. "You’re beautiful," I whisper.

Her lips curve.

I lean in and kiss them. "And so sweet." I deepen the kiss.

She whimpers, sliding in closer. I hook my arm about her waist, drawing her in until we’re plastered from chest to thigh. I slide my thigh between her legs until the warmth of her core sinks through my clothes and into my skin. I continue to kiss her and, with my hands on her hips, urge her to ride me. I grind up and into her center, swallowing her sharp exhale. I slide my palm down her back to squeeze her ample butt. She shudders. I continue to raise and lower her against the hard muscle of my thigh, while massaging her butt and thrusting my tongue inside her mouth. I dance it over hers, and she jolts. I continue to kiss her, looking deeply into her eyes. Pulling her dress up, I slip my hand inside her panties to squeeze her backside.

Her gaze widens, and when I increase the pace of my movements, her entire body hums. She begins to vibrate and, with a soft sigh which I swallow, she falls apart. I hold her as she shivers and climaxes, the scent of her orgasm seeping into the air and turning my cock to a column of concrete; it feels just as heavy, too. I hold her and continue to dry fuck her through her orgasm. When she finally slumps, I tear my mouth from hers, pull her close and hold her. Her eyelids flutter down, and while she naps, I put her clothes to right. I hold her for a few minutes, until she rouses herself. She looks up at me from under her eyelashes, "That was—incredible."

"Feel better now?"

She nods slowly.

"Your headache?—"

"—is gone." The smile starts in her eyes and reaches her mouth. "Thank you. I feel almost human now."

I kiss her hard. Then roll off the bed and rise to my feet. I hold out my hand. "Let’s get you something to eat."

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"This is not what I expected a hospital canteen to be." She looks around and shakes her head. "But then, the hospital itself is quite luxurious."

We checked with the nurses, who assured us that they’d watch over Serene. Then, I brought my wife to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat.

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