Love Unbound (9 page)

Her sex-starved body
sprung to life, her nipples hardened, and her sex flooded with cream. Brendon’s
hand speared through her hair, cupping the back of her skull, keeping her
captive, while his other hand slid down her back and gripped her ass, tugging
her against his erection. He tugged back her head to kiss and nip at her
throat.

“Come home and submit
to me, blue jay. You want me to tie you up and ravish you, over and over. We
both know you belong to me.”

She groaned, his words
making her sex clench, demanding to be filled. It took all her strength to
struggle in his arms, to pull away.

“Maybe I’m selfish and
greedy, but I want more than just sex and submission. I want it all, Brendon. I
want love unbound, and I won’t settle for anything less.”

He said nothing, his
brow creased in a frown.

“Love unbound?”

“Yes. Good night,
Brendon.” She lifted her head, turned and walked away.

****

Love unbound, where
had he heard that before? Brendon searched his mind, while watching Jay walk
away.

Ah, yes, the night of
Ryan’s surprise gift of Jay. He smiled at the memory of that night. How he
loved the way they had both gone to so much effort to please him.

Brendon glanced down
at Ryan’s grave. “What do you think? Should I give her what she wants?”

As the weight of grief
began to lift from his soul, he chuckled, his mind focusing on a new pursuit.
“Cheeky sub, you knew along, didn’t you? You knew I would fall in love with
her?”

He knelt down and
placed his hand to his lips, before transferring the kiss to the cool, polished
granite. “I miss you, my love. I never did thank you for giving me a hope of a
new future. I’m sorry I broke my promise, but I’ll make a new one now. I’ll win
Jay back, no matter what it takes. How does that sound?”

Only nighttime
crickets, chirping in the distance, answered, but in his heart, he knew it was
right and knew Ryan would approve.

Two days later, it was
late afternoon in the library. Emma nudged Jay’s shoulder. “Jay, there is the
sexiest guy I’ve ever seen standing at the counter.”

Jay sighed and
shrugged, not bothering to turn around from her computer, inputting ISBN
numbers from books into the computer, labeling and cataloging the library’s new
purchases. “Go
chat
him up, then.”

“I would, but he’s
asked for you, and he’s got flowers.”

Jay frowned and turned
slightly to glance over her shoulder. Brendon leaned against the library’s front
counter. Dressed in a dark suit and red tie, he sure knew how to fill out a
suit to make any woman drool. Her eyes fell to the bunch of long stemmed red
roses nestled in the crook of his arm.

“Is he junior’s
daddy?” Emma asked, pointing to her extended belly, her green eyes flicking
curiously from Jay to Brendon.

“Yes.”

“Damn girl, where did
you find him, and does he have a brother?”

Jay ignored Emma’s
comment, while standing up, brushing down her skirt and walking out of the
office.

Brendon straightened,
his lips curling up into a devastatingly, sexy smile, as she approached. Her
heart fluttered, her skin tingling with awareness. What he could do to her with
a simple look, a smile and a kiss. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“Hello, Brendon. I doubt
you’re here to borrow a book.” She was proud of the way she kept her tone
professional.

“Well, I don’t know.
Do you have any books about getting someone you love to forgive you?”

Jay felt her eyes
widen. He couldn’t be serious. “These are for you.” He extended his arms, so
she was forced to take the roses into hers. Her mouth dropped open in stunned
disbelief. What was going on? What was he up to? Where was the control freak
Dom she was used to?

“
Th
…
Thank you, they’re beautiful.”

With his arms now free,
he strode around the end of the counter into her personal space, forcing her
head to tilt back to look up at him.

“I know I messed up,
big time, and sorry means little, without a way to prove it. I’m a fool to have
pushed you out of my life, and not because of the baby. I love you, Jay Becket;
I think I have for a while.”

“Y… you love me?” she
stammered, a lump tightening her throat as tears pricked at the back of her
eyes.

“Yes, I love you. I
was just too blinded by grief and pain to see it. I want what you want, you,
the baby, everything.”

She couldn’t tear her
gaze away from his beautiful, chocolate eyes gazing back at her with the love
he proclaimed. He suddenly lifted his hand, opening his fingers. In his palm
sat a little, black box.

“Can you forgive my
foolishness; give us a chance at happiness and marry me?” He opened the box
with a flick of his fingers, revealing a beautiful, inset diamond ring,
sparkling in the overhead library lights.

Jay gasped, as her
heart dropped into her belly and shock rolled through her; this was the last
thing she ever expected Brendon to do.

“Oh, my god, that’s so
romantic.”

Jay heard the awe in
Emma’s tone.

Jay glanced around to
see they had quite a few spectators. Brendon leaned in closer, his lips by her
ear, bringing her focus back to him, his hot breath and fresh sandalwood scent
hitting her senses. “I want to own you from head to toe. Be my sub, my wife,
my everything
. In return, I pledge my heart and soul to you,
forever. It is what Ryan wanted, and more than anything, it is what I want.”

Overcome, she threw
her arms around him, crushing the roses between their bodies. Jay didn’t care.

“Yes,” she whispered.
“Oh yes, I love you, too.” Brendon’s mouth covered hers in a deep, passionate,
controlling kiss. A round of applause and cheers broke out around them. Brendon
pulled back and grinned.

“Think you could get
the rest of the day off? I need to show you just how much I love you, tied
naked to my bed.”

Jay giggled and felt
heat creep into her cheeks, as the image of her naked, tied up at her master’s
mercy flashed through her mind. “Well, when you put it that way, I’m sure they
will allow me the rest of the day off.”

“I’ve missed you and
I’ve got a lot to make up for.”

She gazed into his
eyes. “Yes, you do.”

Four
months later…

“What have I told you
about carrying heavy things?” Brendon growled when he saw Jay carting a box
into the house. He walked down the hall, relieving her of her burden.

“Ryan’s mom gave me
his things, from when he was a baby. I can’t believe she kept all this stuff.”

Brendon set the box on
the living room table, opening it. Jay smiled, lifting a stars and moon cot
mobile from the box.

“Are you sure you want
to use this?” She could hear the emotion in Brendon’s voice.

“I think he would want
us to.” She set the mobile down, turning to wrap her arms around her husband’s
waist.

Leaning in to nuzzle
at his neck, she knew how to divert his attention from sad thoughts. “Master,”
she purred, low and throaty.

His breathing hitched
and his arms came about her. “Little blue jay, are you sure you’re up to
playing?”

“I’m hot and horny for
my Master. I need you to love me.”

Brendon
caught hold of her ponytail, dragging her head back
for a
kiss.
His mouth was hot and sweet, tasting like heaven. Full fledged desire boiled
through her, the instant she felt the welcome thrust of his tongue between her
lips, tasting him on her tongue. She had hungered for the feel and taste of him
forever, never getting enough, always needing more.

She
kissed him back with
fervor
, loving the feel of his
body, stroking his silky hair and his shoulders. He met her feverish need with
an eagerness matching or surpassing hers, waltzing her backwards into the
kitchen, until he had pushed her against the wall and pressed his body into hers.

He
broke the kiss, pulling away from her to glance down at the wriggling mound
beneath her shirt. Doubt flickered through his expression, when he gazed up at
her again.

“Are
you sure? I know how close you are, now.”

“Please,
Master, don’t stop,” she said pleadingly.

Scooping
her up, he carried her into the bedroom and settled her on the bed, watching
her as she wiggled out of her dress. He leaned toward her and traced a path of
light kisses over the mound. “My baby is so beautiful,” he murmured, when he
lifted his head to look at her face.

Jay
smiled a little uncertainly. “You haven’t seen him, yet.”

Amusement
danced in his eyes, as he shifted up the bed and pressed the tip of his nose to
hers. “I meant you,” he murmured huskily, covering her mouth again. In a matter
of moments, Jay felt the rush of need she’d felt before, felt desperation move
through her. She didn’t want to wait. She didn’t want to be teased. She wanted
him, now.

She
yearned for his touch, his possession of her body. Slipping her hands downward,
she struggled to undo his belt, flick open the top button and tug his zipper
down. He was hot and hard and ready for her, and the realization sent her
senses reeling. She closed her hand around his cock, massaging the turgid
flesh. He broke the kiss, pulling away long enough to discard his trousers and
shirt.

“Ride
me, my blue jay.”

He
pulled her up, rolling onto his back and guiding her onto her knees. Any other
time, she might have felt self-conscious at being so plainly displayed, but
Brendon made her feel desired, sexy even, with her advanced pregnancy. She
loved to please him, but she was so horny, her mind was solely focused on
sheathing him within her body. Closing her eyes, she bore down, feeling heat
and tension coil more and more tightly inside of her, feeling the stroke of his
cock along her passage. When she had taken him inside of her completely, she
lifted and bore down again. Keenly pleasurable sensation coiled inside her, but
so, too, did a painful ache. Ignoring the discomfort with an effort, she
focused on the pleasure, struggling to achieve a pace which would carry her to
completion.

Taking
control, he grasped her hips, helping her, until she began to pant for breath.
Tipping her onto her back again, he pushed himself up on his arms, increasing
the tempo, watching her face carefully. For many moments, she felt herself
hanging suspended, struggling against the growing discomfort to reach climax.
Abruptly, her body began to quake. She cried out, feeling the first tremors
arching to meet him, whimpering and groaning.

Brendon,
gasping hoarsely, shaking with his own needs, stopped. “Please, Master, don’t
stop,” she pleaded, gasping breathlessly.

He
lifted his head to look at her, his face contorted with his painful need.
Abruptly, he shuddered, pressed deeply inside of her and held himself there for
a long moment. Uttering a breathless groan, he thrust into her, until his body
ceased to shudder and he finally exhaled a long, drawn out sigh of relief.
Easing from her, he dropped weakly to the bed, beside her and dragged her up
against him. Content, Jay rolled onto her side and threw an arm across his
chest, caressing him. “
Mmmm
, thank you, Master,” she
murmured, after a moment.

His
fingers traced the silver and studded diamond collar he’d give her as a wedding
present, when they married at the Melbourne Registry two months ago. It had a
special clasp, which only Brendon could remove, not that she ever wanted him to.
She loved being Brendon’s submissive, as much as she loved being his wife.

“Do
you ever regret any of it?” he asked, his hand lazily moving down her throat to
toy with her milk engorged breasts.

“Which part?” She glanced up, under her
lashes, smiling cheekily. He pinched one of her nipples, making her gasp and
her sex flood with more juices.

“Your gift to me?”

“Not
Ryan, not the baby and not you. If you think about it, through Ryan, we’ve
always been in a relationship.”

He
chuckled. “I can’t argue with that.”

The
pleasurable contractions from their lovemaking hadn’t actually stopped. It
became a different sort of contraction, and there was nothing at all
pleasurable about the discomfort she felt now. “Master, I’m not trying to scare
you, but I think I’m in
labor
.”

Brendon
leapt out of the bed, as if he’d been pitched out, uttering a string of
profanity. “I knew I shouldn’t have … done anything!”

Jay
was caught halfway between laughing and groaning. She’d known the possibility
was strong that having sex could bring on her
labor
.
She wanted Brendon, desperately, but she couldn’t deny, to herself at least,
that she’d also hoped the activity would make the baby come—finally. “He’s past
due anyway.” She struggled up with an effort. “I really do think he’s coming,”
she said a little uneasily.