Page 135 of Reins

With a flick of my wrist, I pop the leather strap to smack behind her knee.

Her moan and wiggle of her hips is instant, even as I drag my fingers over the fresh pink blemish.

“I’m going to have to spank you harder if you keep enjoying this,” I growl. My free hand drops to my cock, stroking myself while watching her grind against the bedding.

As if to instigate me, she raises her throaty groan.

“Naughty girl.” Snapping the tip again makes a pop, punctuated by her gasp and the sound of her nails scraping the wood.

I’m just about to raise the handle again when her arm moves away from its spot.

“Ros? Too much?” My voice cracks as I reach to rub the newest mark.

Her giggle surprises me. “I’m fine. There’s just one of these pillows wedged against my belly and your son does not like it.” When she rolls on her side, she exposes her extended abdomen that was nested between the downy padding. She shoves one further under her hips, then reassumes her position with both sets of fingers pressing the headboard.

My laughter makes her grin over her shoulder at me, despite the bright red marks I’ve sprinkled across her thighs and ass.

“I’m ready to be punished.” She pokes her butt higher into the air, muffling more giggles into the mattress.

“If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d put a baby in you for that one.” I can’t take it anymore and crawl onto the bed, straddling one of her knees. Gripping her other leg, I turn her until her ankle rests against my neck.

I can’t resist flattening my palm over her swollen belly. I didn’t know I’d love her being heavy with my baby as much as I do.

It does something in me at a visceral level. And maybe I’m not like other men but the stretch lines add another level of beauty to her dappled skin.

Marks of our love that mute and dilute the scars of her past.

“My gorgeous wife,” I grunt as I push into her.

Her back arches with a gasp as her nails leave the headboard to rake along my chest, adding her own brand to the patterns there.

Every stripe, every pucker is a testament to the hell we crawled through to find each other. The torture we both endured, that should have broken us, has taught us to appreciate even more the happiness that we’ve found.

Together.

Ep Oliver

Fuck this shoulder. I groan as I rotate my arm, reaching to rub the tense muscle near my neck.

“Let me help.” Sophia’s soft hands smooth over my scarred skin, then she squeezes me hard enough it makes my leg twitch.

“Too much?” She follows the torture with the sweetest kiss on the back of my neck that almost fixes the need for me to pee myself when she clamps down again.

“Jesus, baby. You hurt me so good.” I have to force myself to relax under her ministrations. I know I’ll feel better afterwards…but shit.

When I struggled to lift our boy on that side, I knew I needed to start working it to try and build some strength up where the shrapnel tore it up.

Especially now that baby number two is on the way. How will I hold them both?

“I have an idea.” She dives into a knot with her thumbs that makes my fingers go numb.

“Anything,” I squeak, gripping my knee until I feel like my nails are going to bleed.

She giggles and placates me with a nip to the side of my throat. “I was thinking about all that land that Rosalyn gave to us to use, well the ranch. What if I talked to Sawyer about putting our herds up there? It would take a bit to get all the fences fixed and ready. I mean, we might as well use it.” Her arms rise and fall with a shrug.

“You know I’ll support whatever decision you make.” Please stop hurting me. “It isn’t my ground though. Is that a Cade question since they technically own the rights?” Don’t stop. I lied, it feels better.

Pain.