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Warning: Smut (but some of you knew that was going to happen ;) )
And we didn't. Carlos got up and locked the door. He pulled off his shirt and I yanked my dress off. He pulled me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
"You look so beautiful in my old bed." He said
I moaned.
"Babe, we have to be quiet." I nodded. I didn't want his entire family and my parents to know that we were making love in here. I slid his pants down and grabbed his pulsing erection. He gasped as I stroked him and gently rolled his sac.
"Christ, what you do to me." He said. He moved my panties aside and entered me. I arched my back, trying to get closer to him, and bit my lip to contain my moan. He laced our fingers together by my head and put his forehead on mine. We were connected from head to toe.
"I love you." He said as he began to move.
"I love you." I replied.
He moved slowly at first heightening my pleasure more than ever. Carlos' eyes never moved from mine. I've only been with three men, Carlos included, but Carlos is the only man who ever put my pleasure before his own. He was the best lover I ever had.
But this time was different. We weren't just making love to make love, we were making it for the child that would change our lives, become our lives.
This was the first time since the miscarriage that we wouldn't be using condoms. He felt better than I remembered; so hot, so hard, so delicious.
It wasn't much longer after that when I felt the tingling low in my belly. Carlos wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted me closer to him. I tightened my thighs and moaned into his shoulder as I climaxed.
"God, Stephanie." Carlos choked out as he climaxed with me. He collapsed on top of me and I welcomed the weight.
A few minutes later, he slowly pulled out of me and switched our positions, putting him on top and lazily tracing my back.
"Hmmm," I purred. "I can't move."
He chuckled. "Neither can I, Babe."
I must have dozed for a minute because the next thing I knew, Ranger was getting out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
He chuckled. "To get some food to feed the beast. Your stomach has been growling for the past ten minutes."
I blushed and he chuckled some more. "I'll be right back." He said, kneeling in front of me and kissing my bare shoulder. He whispered something in Spanish and then gave my stomach a small kiss. I sighed contently and relaxed back into the mattress.
A few minutes later, Carlos returned and set the very full plate on the nightstand.
"Don't worry about your parents." He said, sliding back into bed. "My mother saw me, smacked me in the shoulder, called me my father and promised to keep them occupied."
"Why did she call you your father?" I asked, taking the bite of chicken he was offering me off the fork.
"Because we were both insatiable." He said, wolf grinning at me. "I have my own Burg Sex God in my bed."
I laughed at the name. "You couldn't come up with something more flattering?"
"I could say Jersey Devil, but they aren't very attractive with all that hair." He fingered my curls. "Of course, you do have a lot of hair…"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You don't like my hair?"
He nibbled on my ear. "It's my favorite part of you." He whispered. I shivered.
I looked down at the plate and watched him play with the food.
"Babe?" He asked, setting the plate on the table and lifting my chin to meet his eyes.
"I was wondering…and you don't have to tell me…"
"Anything I can tell you, Stephanie, I will."
I nodded. "What happened to your father?"
He sighed a small sigh. "About ten years ago, he died of a tumor on his heart. They didn't know it was there until it was too late."
"Carlos, I'm so sorry."
He gave me a small smile. "He gave me some great advice before he died."
"What?"
"Annoyance is love."
I raised my eyebrows at him and he laughed.
"He was a little doped up on morphine, but he always told me that my mother was a big pain in the ass, but he never loved a woman more.
"When you first started, I was annoyed that you thought you could do the job. When you proved you could, with some minor mishaps, I became annoyed when you wouldn't take my help. It annoyed me that you wanted to be so damn independent, but then I realized that it was your independence that made me fall in love with you.
"Don't get me wrong, I'd still love you if you weren't so independent, but the fact that you want to take care of yourself makes me love you more than anything in my life."
Aww, that was sweet…I think.
We finished our meal and decided that we should go back to the party. We would continue our baby making acrobatics at home. As soon as we reached the back yard, we were once again separated by family.
"You have a very nice family." My mother said as we drove them home an hour later.
"Thank you. My mother said the same thing about you."
My father had said barely two words the whole way home, only breaking the silence to talk to Carlos about American cars.
I was getting out of the car to follow my parents inside for cake when my father stopped me.
"I know I don't say much about your life, but I wanted you to know that I'm glad that you're marrying Carlos. He makes you happier than the Dick and Joe ever did. Combined."
I smiled at my father. "Thanks dad."
"You're welcome. Don't bother coming I for cake. You two should go home and relax."
Yeah, we probably wouldn't be getting to much relaxing done until I was pregnant, but I didn't want to tell my father that. I nodded and then hugged him. "Good night, dad."
"Night, Pumpkin." He went over to Carlos and gave him a short, manly hug, then went into the house. I got back into the car and smiled at Carlos.
He grabbed my hand and brushed his lips against my knuckles. "Let's go to the Batcave." He said.
"What about work?"
"I think this is more important than meetings Tank is more than capable of handling."
I smiled at him, and then nodded. "Let's go."
