Chapter 53

The final articles of clothing were removed, and he climbed over her on the bed, his face full of desire. His lips moved from hers down to her breasts. She gasped and held his face against her as he sucked one tight nipple.

Their hips moved now, too, a rhythm developing that accompanied the movements of his tongue. Mike's hand ran the entire length of her, from breast to thigh, and as it moved back up, it veered inward, over the muscle and to the moist warmth between her legs.

Her breath hitched as she felt his fingers against her sensitive skin. Carolyns hands pressed hard, rubbing against the back of his shoulders. He let go her nipple and she pulled him into a deep and hungry kiss.

"Oh, God, I want you!" She said.

Mike smiled against her lips. His wet fingers slipped against her waist as he propped himself up on his hands. "You're beautiful," he said again, before he pushed her legs up, her thighs pressing against her breasts.

They sighed together as he slipped inside her, and her legs relaxed, slipping open, allowing him to press his chest against hers with every slow but powerful thrust.

As they moved faster, she chanted his name, over and over. Her voice strained and squeaked and tears slipped down her cheeks. At last, he moved so fast she couldn't keep up. She held on with all her might as he cried out with pleasure. Every muscle in his arms were tense as he came. She admired his strength, slid her hands against the rock-hard muscle.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking down at her. Lifting one hand to her cheek, he stroked her wet face. "You're crying." His voice was soothing and tender.

She chuckled. "It's good, good crying," she said. He lowered his body down and they shared a wet kiss.


"Promise me, Alex." Bobby had a determined look on his face.

Alex studied him carefully. That look, she dare not cross. "You're smothering, Bobby."

"And you're….prickly."
His choice of words tickled her, and she smiled. "I'm prickly?"

"I could say anything, tell you the sun is shining, and you would prickle, say something sharp to start an argument."

"I'm not that bad."

The look on his face said she was.

Alex sat down heavily on the couch and scratched her itchy sides. "I guess I am."

Bobby sat down beside her, his eyes searching.

"You have to work. We don't have time for this." She said, resigning to wait until later to have the conversation.

"We have time," he said. Again, the determined look.

Tear fell as she spoke. "I'm just… so ready to have this baby, and then I think, God, then we're parents and then nothing will be the same and then I don't want to, and if I'm not working that's all I can think about all day long!"

Bobby rubbed his hand against hers, and against her forearm. He nodded. "Th-that's natural. You're uncomfortable…. Being this pregnant… you just want your body back." He didn't address her fears. He couldn't process that yet. He had assumed she didn't have any.

"Oh, Bobby, hold me!" she cried.

He scooted in closer and took her in his arms as she cried. He remembered a night not too long ago when she had consoled him. "W-we've got each other. We'll figure it out. Together." His lips pressed against the crown of her head.

Alex's sobs quieted. "You'll be late for work," she said, her hand against his tie.

There were tear-spots on his shirt, but he pulled his jacket and it mostly covered them. As Bobby stood, he looked her in the eyes again. "Your promise," he prodded.

Alex nodded.

"I'll call you later." Bobby kissed her and left, winter coat draped over the hand that held his binder.


"So how we gonna do this thing?" Mike asked, one arm under her head and the other resting on his chest.

Carolyn pulled the sheet up a little higher. "What thing?"

"Get married."

"Oh THAT thing." She turned to her side so she could look at him while she spoke, resting her head against the palm of his hand. "My family will want a church wedding."

"Oh."

"You okay with that?"

"I get to marry you. I'm okay with anything." He grinned. "I guess I better go to confession."

She laughed, and rolled on top of him. She teased him with a lustful kiss. "You and me both."

Mike grew serious again. "It takes a lot of planning, a big church wedding."

"I'll take care of it."

"Hey, isn't this my wedding too?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You want to help me plan it?"

"No, but I don't want to end up… wearing some ridiculous outfit or having to dance to some old beer-bellied 80's band that can't get a gig anywhere else."

She rolled back to his side and straightened the sheet. "I was thinking maybe overalls and a bluegrass band."

"Very funny."

"Okay, so I'll plan it, but I'll run everything by you before making any final decisions."

"Fair enough."

"But," she emphasized the word, and he made eye contact, "You have to be my errand boy. I can't do everything."

"Deal."

Carolyn looked at the clock, then rolled out of bed. "How about a shower? We're running a little late, anyway."

Grinning, Mike followed her to the bathroom.