Page 57 of The Virgin's Dance
Pilot stopped and drew her close. “Boh, it’s a wonderful idea. It really is, and I thank you for thinking that way—especially when we’re talking about Eugenie’s daughter too.”
“She gave up the right to call herself a mother after doing what she did.”
He kissed her, and she savored the softness of his lips. “Are you okay, baby?”
“I am. I really am. I mean, it hurts like hell, I’m not going to deny it, but you were right. I needed to begin the process.”
Boh smiled at him. “It doesn’t have to all happen right now … but we’ve begun. I’m hopeful.”
“Me too, baby. Now,” He smiled down at her. “let’s go back to the villa. I’m feeling the need to be even closer to you.”
Boh grinned. “Insatiable fiend.”
“You know it.”
His cock was so hard, he had no trouble plunging into her wet warmth and Boh sighed happily as they began to make love. “Sweetie, let’s make a deal.”
Pilot grinned down at her as her thighs clamped around his hips. “I think I’d agree to just about anything right now.”
Boh laughed. “Let’s never take this, our time together as a couple, for granted. Even with the kids. They’re just going to have to put up with us being mushy.”
“I hear you. Agreed. Now, quiet, while I give you my best moves, woman.”
Boh giggled and they began to make love faster, more urgently as they both become more aroused.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she whispered, and Pilot grinned.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room in this villa, pretty girl, so hard, so deep, that you won’t walk properly in the morning.”
“You better keep that promise.”
They made love into the night, laughing and joking around. Pilot fucked her as she bent over the breakfast bar, up against the French windows, on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. They finally fell into bed around three a.m., sated and exhausted.
Pilot felt her shake him. “Pilot. Pilot. Wake up.”
He opened his eyes to see Boh, her eyes wide with fear. He sat up immediately. “What is it, baby?”
Her voice cracked as she said the two words which made his heart constrict. “I’m bleeding.”
For hours at the hospital, the French-speaking doctors worked to save both Boh and the baby and finally, nearly twelve hours after she began bleeding, they came to tell him that both his wife and baby were out of danger. Pilot sat with Boh as she slept, looking at the tubes coming from her arms and wondering that she had had the strength to sit with him for the months he had been recovering from being stabbed by Eugenie.
Pilot shook his head—Boh had strengths he hadn’t appreciated until now. Even knowing she and the baby were safe now, he still felt helpless to do anything. He went through everything in his head—had their marathon sex brought this on? He knew it hadn’t, but it didn’t make him feel any better.
Boh opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Hey, handsome.”
Pilot leaned over and kissed her mouth gently. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good, considering. Docs say the bean is fine. Just one of those things.”
Pilot chuckled, bemused. “How are you so calm about what happened?”
“Because pregnancy is always a risk.Lifeis a risk; we know that better than most.” She touched his face. “We’ll go through these things, Pilot, and we’ll come out the other side.”
She shifted in the bed and patted it. “Now, get in here, soldier, and hold me.”
Pilot relaxed finally and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, big guy. Everything’s going to be okay now.”
