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“I want you.” Then he turns away, brushing back his long hair with one hand. “Christ, I’m a selfish asshole. You’ve been drugged, kidnapped, scared. You’re—”

Three little words I’ve longed to hear over the past few months. It’s been so long since I had my husband inside me. Nothing sounds better to me.

I’m smiling again as I look up and interrupt, “Pregnant women have needs, Eli. Especially those who haven’t had their husband in so long. And especially those who’ve been kidnapped and want their man.”

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“You will be, if you don’t open that door and take me to bed.”

With a hand that’s not one hundred percent steady, Eli at last fits the key to the familiar lock and turns it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Eli…

Home.

I paused on the threshold assailed by emotion, mainly about the rightness of this, about to step inside the house that I had designed with my wife. If I read Wizard right, the handing over of the keys together with the words he’d said were symbolic. I might not know what the rest of my life will look like, but at least I know it will be centred here, in the home where I, and my family, can once again live.

Being back like this, as the last vestiges of adrenaline fade, I wonder why the fuck I ever left. Why didn’t I cry out for help? Why was my answer to everything doing it all by myself? So many people would have been there to pick me up when I fell, yet low as I’d become, I never once expected them to hold out a hand. So disgusted with myself, I expected to see that also reflected on all the faces around me.

Instead, as I now know, I wouldn’t have seen expressions of ridicule and disappointment, I’d have gotten understanding instead. If I had reached out, my brothers would have helped take the load off until I was ready to pick it up again.

Whatever she says, the woman I’m ushering in through the door has suffered due to my selfish actions and nearly paid the ultimate price. It’s that knowledge that has me leading her straight upstairs to the bedroom, wanting to be as near to her as I physically can, or as close as her advanced state of pregnancy allows. My body wants her, but it will be enough just to hold her if that’s all she wants.

Apart from the promised bed, the house is empty and our footsteps echo as we climb the stairs. But tonight, a bed is my only requirement, it’s more than enough. Tomorrow we’ll start the process of bringing the rest of our furniture back. I can’t wait to see everything returned to its normal place, here in the home we both love.

Liv is clearly as eager as I as she starts to undress immediately as we reach our bedroom. I stand, transfixed, watching her disrobe, her belly looking so large and impossibly hard, as though she’s about to burst. That’s my baby. Almost fully grown. For the first time I realise I’m ready, impatient, to meet him at last.

Then I worry. I place my hand on her arm when she’s down to just bra and panties. “Should we?” I wave at her stomach, suddenly guilty. “Liv, I don’t want to hurt the baby. Perhaps we should wait until after you get checked out.”

“I feel fine,” she reassures me, confidently. “You heard what Amy said. Getting checked is just a precaution. As for harming the baby, you won’t. Though we’ll need to get inventive.” Her eyes narrow, but her mouth curves as she adds, “No backing out on me now. I’ve been waiting months for this. Months to have you hold me like a woman again.”

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” Apologising is all I seem to be doing tonight.

“You couldn’t help it, Eli. You’ve been, are, still ill.” She moves closer, or as close as she can, and her hand finds my cock still restrained by my jeans. “Sure I worried you’d lost interest in me, but now,” she glances up with an impudent wink, “seems I’ve no concerns in that direction, or not tonight.”

I cover her hand with mine, not to remove it, but as I roll back my head, I know it’s to cherish the feeling of the only woman I ever wanted feeling up my rock-hard cock. “I didn’t mean it,” I tell her quickly. “There’s never been, and never will be, anyone else. It was me, not you, the entire time, babe. I couldn’t control the thoughts running through my head.”

“I didn’t either, Eli.” She squeezes her fingers, applying just the right pressure, not too firm which would make me go off, but just enough to make me breathe in sharply, my breath whistling through my teeth. “Perhaps it was good that we had a chance to evaluate our feelings, now we’ve both circled back around and know it’s only each other we want. But hell, I’ve missed you, missed this.”

“Fuck, Liv,” I manage to get out, her touch now starting to send me wild. “I couldn’t, then. But now?” Now I can’t remember why her touch, fuck, just her being in my range of sight hadn’t turned me on. The shit going on in my head could have caused me to lose her. It had almost sent her into another man’s arms. It hadn’t been lost on me while it had been Archangel working to his plan, Liv’s Gabe could actually have been someone who’d found my wife attractive in her own right and worn her down, eventually stealing her away. “You’re mine,” I remind her, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Mine,” I repeat in a growl.

“And you’re mine,” she insists, as her fingers squeeze my cock. “All mine.”

I gasp again, and this time do pull her hand away. “Liv, you’re going to have to stop.” I have to move her before I come like an overeager teenager. I’d had enough experience of that when we’d been little more than kids, experimenting in places her father wouldn’t catch us.

“You’re overdressed,” she replies, her eyes glowing expectantly.

As she takes a step backward, I rectify that omission fast. I can feel her eyes watching so intently it’s almost like a brand burning into my flesh. Her possessive eyes showing me, like she’d said, I’m all hers.

Naked, my cock juts out proudly, the veins red and pronounced, the head purplish as it strains to contain all the blood that’s rushed down into it. I’m surprised I don’t feel dizzy or weak. In fact, I feel on top of the world, the best I have for months. I know my problems aren’t all behind me, but tonight is showing at least one is.

“Get on the bed,” I instruct, my voice uneven as I suddenly choke up. Only hours ago I’d had to contend with the thought I’d lost her forever. Now I need to be as close to her as it’s possible for a man to be with a woman.

I want to touch her, taste her, breathe her in. I want to gaze on those parts no one other than me and her doctors have ever seen. I might never have seen or touched another pussy, except for glimpses of those of the sweet butts in the clubhouse, but I really have no need. Perhaps if my father had met Sam when he was in his teens, he’d have settled down earlier. Instead of envying, or thinking I should emulate him, now I feel sorry for him instead. He’d had to wait until half his life had passed before finding the woman of his dreams, while mine had always been there for me.

She lies, first on her back, then quickly grimaces and turns on her side. I reach for her bra and unsnap it, then remove it, revealing breasts which are plump, full and ripe. For a second I just stare in reverence, they’re so much bigger than when I’d last seen.

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