Part 19 (1/2)
Quentin reared back on his haunches, hooked his arms beneath her knees and drove deep, pounding relentlessly into her, lifting her hips from the bed with his powerful thrusts.
”Yes!” she cried out, and writhed beneath him, her channel convulsing around his shaft.
Quentin shouted and his hot, liquid release poured into her.
As the last spasms of her o.r.g.a.s.m milked him, Darcy reached for him again. ”Hold me.”
Easing downward, he covered her, once again holding his weight above her on his elbows. He rested his forehead on hers while he gasped for breath.
Darcy soothed him with her hands, caressing his moist, sweaty back. ”Will it always be like this for us?”
”Always. I promise.”
”Even when I grow older?”
He lifted his head and searched her gaze. ”I'll love you when you're old and wrinkled and frail. And I'll always think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever held.”
Darcy sighed and settled her hands in the small of his back. ”I have a child to rear. School and PTA meetings. I'll need to be with him during the day until he's old enough not to need me.”
”Do you think my love is so shallow that I won't wait?”
”I'll grow older. My body will change.” She wrinkled her nose, trying to inject a little levity into the most important conversation they would ever have. ”My b.o.o.bs will droop. People will wonder what a handsome thing like you is doing with a soccer mom.”
Quentin's hand caressed her breast tenderly. ”These little gems will remain perky into your dotage, madam.”
Her heart twisted, and her throat dried. She had to tell him. ”I may choose never to turn. What if I want to grow old and be a grandmother?”
Quentin's eyes misted. ”I'll hold you every night and love you gently until the day you die, and then I'll watch over our child and her children. I won't ever stop loving you, Darcy.”
Tears streaked down the side of her face, and she sobbed, clutching at his shoulders. When the storm pa.s.sed, she sniffed and gave little laugh. ”Look at us, blubbering like babies.”
He smiled tenderly and smoothed the tears from her cheeks with his fingertips.
”You know, I have the oddest craving for Cookies N' Cream.”
Quentin closed his eyes, a look of intense euphoria on his face. ”Yes, with liver chasers.”
Darcy's face stretched into a grin. ”Was that what you were hiding in the kitchen? Sympathy cravings?”
His frown didn't dim her mirth. ”It's not funny. I'm afraid what other indignities the next nine months will hold.”
Darcy laughed. ”I can see you in the delivery room. We'll need two beds.”
His wide-eyed expression held horror. ”Do you think so? b.u.g.g.e.r me!”
She grew serious again. ”What about Joe?” she asked. ”Can you share our child with him?”
”I'm resigned that he'll be a part of our lives, if he wants it. But I will not share a wife.”
Wife? Blood pounded in her ears. Afraid she might start crying again, she said, ”Are you asking me to marry you?”
”No. I'm telling you what will be.”
Warmth suffused her cheeks. ”I like it when you get all mastery.”
His eyebrow rose.
The smirk she loved tipped the corners of his mouth.
”Oh, I can give you mastery, love. Shall I show you?” He loomed over her.
Her palm against his shoulder, she held him back. ”One more question first.”
He waited, his expression alert.
”Will our son be born in Vero, or in Seattle?”
The smirk deepened. ”Seeing as we both work for the SU, I think that question is already answered.”
She narrowed her eyes. ”You and Captain Springer have been doing a lot of talking while I was out.”
”We're like this,” he said, crossing his fingers. ”Besides, did I ever tell you how much I detest the cold?”
”Some team members won't be very happy about a vampire joining the team permanently.”
”Three vampires, love. And Max will just have to get over it.”
”Three?” Her thoughts went to the new arrivals.
”Emmy's determined to be a doting aunt. And Dylan and I have a mind to inst.i.tute a governing council of vampires to help keep the peace.”
”So, I'm marrying a politician?”
”You're marrying a Master. Think you can handle it?”
Her hand crept around his c.o.c.k. ”I already am.”
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