Rare and Precious Things (10 page)

Her eyes lowered seductively…and then she spun on her heels and took off running for the house.

Yes!
I gave her about a two-second lead before I went after her.

Catching her w
as going to be fucking heaven.

BRYNNE
rode me with expertise, rotating her hips in a circle that made the walls of her cunt grip me so tightly I knew it wouldn’t take much longer before I was gone.

“Oh, Ethan…you’re so hard,”
she said breathlessly, “you feel so good.”

“
You make me hard, so I can fuck you like this.” I gripped her hips and angled her back slightly. I liked to see us fucking, our bodies colliding, connecting. It got me off.

But I
needed to get Brynne off first, before anything.

“Hold your tits in your hands for me.”

And like the perfect lover she was, she cradled one in each palm, like an offering up to me, as if they were a prized piece of fruit.
Perfect fuckin’ analogy there
. Brynne’s breasts had always been succulent works of art, but they were changing from her pregnancy. In a very good way. They were even more succulent now.

As she
pinched the dark pink nipples that were budded up tight and high in the center of those voluptuous beauties, she cried out. I could see the clear signs of her pleasure melding with that fine edge of pain, and made my move to bring her the rest of the way. I brought my fingers to her clit and worked the slippery nub as she continued to take the spearing of my swelling cock.

Nuclear explosion imminent, I waited for the first convulsion from inside her to suction and pull at my shaft. That’s all it would take right now. Her going off would bring me to follow her within seconds. I knew what she did to me and it was
always fucking magnificent.

“
Ooooohhh…I’m coming…” she crooned on a breathy groan.

So beautiful in all her
bare, naked glory, she found her pleasure, those wide brown eyes of hers sparking amber fire down at me.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes!” I followed my girl down the path of explosive pleasure the instant her eyes connected with mine, her
internal shudders and reflexive gripping drawing every last bit of spunk out of the tip of my cock. I kept on fucking, working it in deep. I know it was crass of me, but I wanted my cum in her. Like that way I could stay inside her even when I wasn’t.

She collapsed onto my chest, both of us heaving,
the heavy breathing that feels so good after you come. I rubbed her back and closed my eyes. We were a mess of sweat, and spunk, and her arousal. A lovely, sexed-up, dirty, fucking mess.

“That was the best birthday present a girl could get,”
she muttered, “but you’d better go before my husband finds you here.”

I
laughed and nuzzled her jaw. “Glad you liked it. And your husband should keep a better eye on you.”

“What he should do is keep a better eye on making sure I’m satisfied,” she sniffed. “
Being pregnant makes me nearly insatiable.”

“I
can take care of you, baby. Forget him. He’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Yeah, and you have a
much
bigger cock than him, too.”

“
Damn, woman, you are a feisty handful.” I tickled her until she shrieked and begged me to stop.

We laughed and settled down again, just enjoying the moment
of closeness together. This was pure happiness for me. I didn’t need a lot, but I did know that now that I’d experienced Brynne’s love, I would be lost without it. Love. A thing I’d never sought out, had caught me up, completely ensnared me…so that now I was dependent upon it for my emotional survival.

I breathed in her heavenly scent, aimlessly stroking up and down her back, when I felt a prickling
on my chest right by where she’d laid her cheek. I brushed at the spot with my fingers and met a pool of warm wetness.
What the hell?
I pulled my hand back to find my fingers dripping in blood.

My heart just fucking dropped to the floo
r. “Oh, God, Brynne, you’re bleeding!”

“WHAT?
I am?” I sat up and met Ethan’s terrified grimace with the blood on his hand suspended between us as it dripped down his skin. I lifted my hand to my nose, understanding quickly what was happening. “It’s okay, Ethan. I’m okay,” I soothed, seeing clearly how my nosebleed was freaking him out.

“That’s a lot of fucking
blood,” he barked. “I’m ringing Fred,” he said, reaching for his phone on the side table.

I tilted my head back and pinched the bridge of my nose. “It’s just a minor nosebleed, Ethan. Don’t call Freddy for this, please.” I got off him and stepped down from the bed. And it wasn’t easy when I was try
ing to keep from dripping all over the bedding.

I zipped into the bathroom and found a washcloth to use. It would be ruined now
, but I didn’t have a choice. I held it under my nose with one hand and turned on the cold water at the sink with the other.

Ethan was right behi
nd me, still panicking with eyes as wide as saucers. “Here, let me do it.” He pulled the washcloth away and checked me. “It’s still going,” he stated, his face pale.

I pressed the cloth back down on my nose. “Baby, this is nothing to get so worked up about. It’s just a nosebleed. This isn’t the first one I’ve had.”

“It isn’t?” he shouted. “When? What other times?” An angry frown had overtaken his beautiful face. Gone was my sweet teasing man from a few moments ago.

“Easy
, buster, you need to lighten up—they are nothing serious. I had one yesterday while you were at work.”

“Why didn’t you say something
?! Fuck, Brynne.” He dragged a hand through his hair raggedly, gripping the back in a tight handful.

“Okay
.” I held a hand up, starting to get pissed at his overreacting. “I want you to take a deep breath, and go look at the website and check for ‘eighteen weeks pregnant.’”

Glaring, he
shook his head at me, but he did step back and reach for his phone. The smears of blood on his hand looking gruesome, as he pulled up the site and studied the information. His eyes moved quickly as he read the “Pregnancy Symptoms” section. He lost some of the tension in his body and sat down on the side of the bed. After a moment more of silence, he read it out loud to me, his voice flat, “Increased pressure on the veins in your nose may be causing nosebleeds.” He was clearly upset.

“Are you sure it’s nothing to worry about?”
When Ethan looked up at me, the expression on his face made my heart twist. He was sad, and scared, and frustrated, and concerned, all at the same time. Poor guy was going to need tranquilizers when I went into labor. “I’m okay, really I am.” I turned to the mirror and removed the washcloth. Bleeding stopped. My lip and chin were a bloody mess, but my nose was dry now.

Ethan jumped up and came to me. “Let me do it.” I knew better than to argue with him. I stood still for him as gently cleaned away the blood, wetting the cloth and carefully washing it off bit by bit until it was all gone.

I closed my eyes and let him work, feeling very loved and cherished despite the “trauma” my poor Ethan had just endured.

“How in the goddamn hell
will I survive the birth of this baby, Brynne?”

I
held his face in my hands and made him focus. “You will. You can do it. One minute at a time, just like me.” I didn’t know what else to tell him. I was scared, too.

He drew me into his arms and just held me against him, kissing the top of my head and smoothing down my hair. We’d shower and get ourselves cleaned up for my birthday dinner wi
th his family in a little while, but right now we both needed this.

He just held me.

“SO we’ve had cake. Which was really delicious—thank you, Hannah.” Ethan gave his sister a bow of his head in appreciation. “We’ve had presents…except for one.” He snickered at everyone, looking far too smug for my liking. What in the hell was he up to? I sensed it might be something big, and that made me anxious. I didn’t need extravagant gifts from him. Didn’t really want them either. I knew myself. I was a simple girl.

“I want to see Auntie Brynne’s pr
esent,” Zara piped up. My five-year-old niece had absolutely no trouble expressing her opinions about life in general. It was safe to say that
extravagant gifts
didn’t bother Zara one iota. Ethan doted on her, and I adored her. In fact, she came over to see us quite a bit. One of her older brothers would walk her over if the weather was nice and she would run around our house and play with her Barbies. Zara was a hoot.

“Okay, let’s go see it,” Ethan said smugly. “Now, Zara, I need your help with it. Your job is to make sure Brynne doesn’t open her eyes until I say she can.” Zara stared up at him, her little neck bent flat on her spine.

“Okay,” she said, taking my hand in hers. “You can’t look, Auntie Brynne.”

“Deal,” I said. “When you say, ‘let’s go see it
,’ where is that exactly?”

Ethan laughed and the others smiled cryptically.

“To the front of the house we go.” He held out his arm and I took it, letting him lead me on one side with little Zara on the other.

Before we passed through
the front doors, I made a big show of closing my eyes and allowed them to bring me forward. I didn’t need to worry about stumbling because Ethan had me firmly, directing every step. Of course he would make sure I didn’t fall. It made a lot of sense to me as to his chosen field for his career. My man had been born to protect and serve, and those hard-wired traits were carried over in all that he did.

The crunch of gravel sounded under everyone’s feet as we walked, and I still had no earth
ly idea what sort of gift he’d gotten for me.

We stopped.

I heard whispers, and then Zara shouted in her adorable child voice, “You can look at your white car now, Auntie Brynne!”

A car?
I opened my eyes to a brand, spanking, new, white Range Rover HSE Sport. The full deal, left-handed drive and all.
Holy crap.

I spun on Ethan. “You bought me a car?!”

The grin on his face was worth having to learn to drive lefty. “I did, baby. Do you like it?”