Chapter 65

The fresh sea air wafted through the windows and tickled his nose. His eyes fluttered and he let out a soft moan as he reached across the bed for Robin. She snuggled up against him, her hand sweeping gently across his chest. "Looking for me husband?" she asked sleepily.

"I am wife" he murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead. "This is our first morning as married people"

Robin inhaled deeply. "That's true. I was thinking I would take a shower, go shopping, maybe see if Brenda was free for breakfast."

Patrick glared jokingly at her. "Less than 24 hours as husband and wife and already the magic is gone."

Rolling on to her back, Robin stretched out showing her body to advantage as the sheet slipped from her body. "Why?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes. "Did you have something else in mind?"

Patrick's eyes darkened with lust as he drank in her sunkissed body. He trailed his fingers from her neck down her body, smiling as her body responded almost immediately to his touch. Dipping his head he moved his mouth to her breasts lavishing them in kisses before flicking her nipple into his mouth. He sucked greedily as Robin moaned, arching off the bed. Her body ached from the number of times they had made love the night before but she still could not get enough of her husband. Threading her hands through his hair, she brought his mouth to meet hers. His lips parted easily as his wife kissed him possessively, her tongue swept in to his mouth and they tangled together.

Patrick moved on top of her and she parted her legs to accommodate him. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, delighting in her moans and the way she pressed her body in to his. Her hands grazed over his back as he ground her hips against her. "I love your body" he mumbled as he worked his tongue around her earlobe causing her to shiver.

"And I love you how you make me feel" she panted.

Slipping a hand between them he cupped her sex, grazing his thumb across her sensitive nub. Robin thrashed her head from side to side as he increased the pressure and slid a finger inside her engorged folds. "You are always so wet" he said breathlessly, aware of his erection rubbing against her thigh. Patrick had always eschewed the idea that sex with feelings intensified the experience but ever since the first time he and Robin had been together he realized that it brought him levels of pleasure he did not know possible. Robin parted her legs further for him giving him greater access while she suckled on his shoulder. Her husband had a way of setting her body on fire and she always wanted more. Blindly reaching for the condoms on the bedside table, she froze in horror. Noticing the sudden tension in her body, Patrick lifted his head. "What is it baby?"

"We only have one condom left" she said pouting.

"Hmm - do you think we can order them through room service?"

Robin burst out laughing. "I doubt it baby."

"Come on" he protested, nipping at her lips. "This is a swanky hotel and they provide services. I need them to provide me with a service so I can service you over and over again."

Giggling as his breath tickled her skin, Robin pushed his hair from his face. "We could always take a break you know."

His eyes grew wide in horror. "A break? A break?" He sucked on her bottom lip. "I could never take a break from you."

Robin's eyes softened at the seriousness of his declaration. "Then I guess we better make best use of the one we have" she said as she began to stroke his length.
"Rooobin" he hissed. The feeling of her small hand wrapping around his cock nearly pushed him over the edge. His control slipping he began to thrust in her hand. "Baby, please" he pleaded.

Robin smiled as she tore open the package and sheathed him quickly. Running her hand lightly along his length she lined him up and waited for him to bury himself deep inside of her. She gasped as he filled her, her hips pushing against him. He nipped at her skin as her hands roamed his body. They moved together as two people who knew every aspect of each other's bodies. He thrust with greater intensity, their eyes locked on each other. "Not going to last..." he panted.

"I'm almost there baby" she said as she closed her mouth over his. Patrick's body began to shudder and twitch as he came hard against her. Robin swallowed down his cries of release as she climaxed right after him, her body trembling. Bodies slick with sweat, they lay tangled in each other, wrapped in a whole new happiness.

Patrick sat up with a start and grabbed his head in pain as he did so. Slowly prying his eyes open, he looked around the room and realized he was not in the honeymoon suite in Brisbane but was in fact still being held prisoner. He groaned as he flopped back against the pillows; his body and his heart ached for Robin. Closing his eyes, he tried to clear the cobwebs hoping she wasn't too worried, that she could somehow sense he was safe. He rubbed his jaw, wincing at the sizeable bruise that had formed and remembered the earlier chaos; thinking he had been asleep he realized now he had blacked out and was just coming to. Looking over to the bed beside him he saw Nathalie sitting with her knees pulled to her chest and her head resting on her knees.

"Nat?" he croaked out.

Lifting her head, she wiped away the tears that had pooled in her eyes. "Are you okay P? I've been calling to you for nearly 20 minutes."

He nodded, grimacing at the movement. "I think I have a small concussion and I defiinitely have a bruised jaw. Fuckers." As his eyes slowly adjusted to the lights he saw the angry marks left on her face. "Jesus Nathalie - what did they do to you?"

She sucked in a breath. "I'm fine."

"You're not - you have some pretty bad bruises on your face"

"So do you" she said, placing her head back on her knees.

"What happened?" he asked softly, unnerved by the way her body sagged on the bed. "Please tell me."

"I can't right now" she said, as she swallowed thickly. "I will but you just need to give me a few minutes."

Patrick felt a sense of dread wash over him. "Did they hurt you?"

"It's not anything I can't deal with. But in case you were wondering - this is about me - it's Helena who has us and is keeping me for the baby."

"Shit" he swore under his breath. Jumping up from the bed, he reached for the headboard to steady himself.

"What are you doing?" she asked in concern as he ran his hands along the wall.

"Finding a way out of here."

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Sitting next to Robin in the bed Brenda dug her spoon in to the ice cream container. "This is like old times" she said softly.

Robin smiled. "You could say that." She licked her spoon of the double chocolate ice cream. "And I fully plan on using my pregnancy as an excuse to eat."

Brenda giggled. "Eating has never been an issue with you Robs - and it just melts away on you."

Patting her belly Robin dug her spoon in again. "Let me tell you Bren that after having Rian things don't quite melt the way they used to."

Brenda snorted. "Whatever tinkerbelle."

"Just you wait - your turn will come" Robin pointed her spoon at her.

Raising her eyebrows she shook her head. "I will not be having children - ever" she said emphatically.

"Why not?"

"Robin - look at me. I am a mess - a selfish, self centered mess - no child would ever want me for a mother. Besides" she licked her spoon, "who am I going to have a child with?"

Robin shrugged. "What about Noah?"

Choking on the ice cream, she jumped from the bed and went in search of a glass of water. Returning from the bathroom she was surprised to see Robin staring at her expectantly. "What?"

"What about Noah?" she repeated with a knowing smile.

"What about him? Robin - he has a child - you're married to him, remember?"

Grinning Robin patted the space beside her on the bed. "So - maybe he'd be happy to have a child with you - he loves you."

"He has a 30 year old son, he is not going to want to start over at his age. I should not and will not be a parent Robs. I leave that to the grown ups of the world like you."

Robin rested her head on Brenda's shoulder. "Well despite what you think about yourself, I think you would be a great mom."

"Thanks." Brenda shook her head trying to force the unexpected thoughts from her head. "Are you scared?" she asked, draping her arm around her friend.

"About being pregnant?"

"No. About Patrick."

Robin inhaled deeply before blowing out her cheeks. "Scared is a strong word. I'm worried - I don't know what Helena wants with him and without knowing the why, it's hard to put any of the other pieces together. But, I trust Patrick -I trust his instincts and I know he will do whatever he needs to do to get back to me, to us. Both of them, he and Nathalie are pretty resourceful."

"You're so strong" Brenda remarked quietly.

She shook her head. "Strength is easy Bren."

"Only if you have it."

"Not at all - being strong means dealing in truths and the truth is Patrick wants to come home - he wants to be with his family, there is nothing more important to him than that and so knowing that means I have hope - his job is to stay alive and work at getting back and my job is to get him back."

"You are so sure."

"Love does that Brenda" she said simply. "Love sustains you and empowers you at the moments when you need it most. If this were Noah you would be the same."

Brenda shook her head. "I don't have the faith you do Robin - you believe in that which cannot be seen - I barely believe in what is."

Robin linked her fingers through Brenda's. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

"How can I help you Robin?" she asked changing the subject. "What can I do to see you through this?"

"You're doing it right now Bren but there is one more thing I will need from you."

"Name it."

"Hope. You cannot give up hope that they are coming home - if you can't believe that then you can't be around me."

Brenda nodded. "I believe Robs. I believe."

Robin leaned back against the pillows, the ice cream long forgotten. Closing her eyes she pictured Patrick's face - the way he looked at her as they exchanged wedding vows, the night he showed up at the Nurses Ball and declared his feelings for her, the joy on his face when she told him they were going to have a second child - and knew that her faith would be tested before all was said and done.