A Love For Always (31 page)

“—so no need to bring your pills,” he said as if reading her mind.

“Shouldn’t this be up for discussion?”

Of course, Nate turned on that killer grin that was guaranteed to melt her panties. Every. Single. Time.

She felt her knees go weak as he occupied her personal space. Lowering his head, he murmured in her ears. “What’s to discuss? I don’t think you have any complaints with how I intend to knock you up.”

 
There was muffled laughter from the doorway. Sally, one of her waitstaff, had walked in on them. “You guys make me believe in happily ever afters. Still so sweet after all these years.”

“Just need to find the right man,” Sylvie said, leaning slightly away to stare up at her husband. His eyes reflected her own all-consuming love.

“Pru and the admiral just arrived with Nana. Shall I get the table ready, or should I give you guys a few minutes? I can take Charly if you want?” There was a merry glint in Sally’s eyes.

“Not a bad idea,” Nate muttered.

“No,” Sylvie stated firmly, glaring at her husband.
 

More suppressed laughter from Sally.

“Yes, get the table ready. We’ll be out in a few.”

“I thought there were no reservations in this restaurant,” Nate teased when Sally left.

“I’m the boss,” Sylvie quipped. “Rules don’t apply to me.”

Charly cooed and reached her arms toward Nate who readily scooped their daughter back in his arms.

Spoiled Daddy’s girl.

He slung his free arm over Sylvie’s shoulder and planted a kiss on her cheek before sliding his mouth to her ear. “Just remember who’s the boss in the bedroom.”

*****

Three days later

“I’m glad Charly is doing well without us.”

“They’re adaptable at that age,” her mom replied. “It’s not like she’s not used to me and Ben, and it’s not the first time she’s stayed with us whenever you and Nate took a quick vacation. Stop worrying.”

“Okay, Mom.” Sylvie knew she was overreacting. Her daughter had stayed with Mom plenty of times, especially since Pru was the self-proclaimed designated babysitter. It was almost as if all those years her mom missed with Sylvie, she was making up for it through Charly.
 

Sylvie tried to swat Nate away as he pressed maddening kisses up her naked back. He chuckled and turned to his side, propping up on an elbow and resumed a long-suffering expression while he waited for her to get off the phone. They were on a two-week vacation to Bora-Bora, which had come highly recommended by her mom. She had recently returned from the beautiful South Pacific islands with the admiral. Nana had come up from Richmond to stay with the admiral and her mom for a week so she could spend time with her great granddaughter.

Nana was going strong. She had relented and took two more GDE shots and had no liver problems ever since. It was one of those idiopathic diseases wherein the doctors had no idea what had caused it in the first place.

Sylvie maintained cordial communications with her father who expressed his wish to see his granddaughter one day. Nate was against the idea; she didn’t blame him. She had no desire to be embroiled her in father’s world ever again.
 

As for her mom and the admiral . . .

“So how’s Ben?”
 

Her mom gave a sigh of contentment. “He’s so wonderful, Sylvie. He asked me again a couple of weeks ago when we were in Bora-Bora.”

“Oh, Mom, don’t tell me you said no again.”

“I didn’t say no. I said maybe someday soon.”

“Aha, he’s wearing you down, isn’t he?”

Her mom uttered a noncommittal sound. “I told him when we got together I’m not the marrying kind, because I value my independence too much. He was okay with that.”

Sylvie laughed. “Sneak attack.”
These men
. Ben and her mother got together soon after Nate was released from the hospital. Nine months after that, the admiral asked her to marry him. She turned him down, and he was prepared for that, but he told Pru he intended to ask her over and over and over. The admiral had retired from the CIA last year and now functioned as an adviser for BSI. Maybe he realized as long as he had a job that kept secrets from Mom, she would never agree to marry him.
 

“Although Ben’s been very patient, sometimes I feel like a prey, and he’s just the predator waiting for me to let my guard down before he pounces.”

“Huh, sounds familiar.” She glanced over at Nate who raised a brow at her in question. “I better let you go, Mom. Say hi to Nana. Sorry we missed her and Charly.”

“Have fun, Sylvie.”

Sylvie hung up and laid on her back. “Ben asked Mom to marry him again.”

“Poor guy,” Nate muttered. “Pru could test the patience of a saint, that’s for sure.”

“I think it’s a very mature way to go about it,” Sylvie said. “They’re both at a point in their life where they know what they want. Mom said when you’re used to being alone for so long, it’s scary to give up that freedom. The admiral understands that, given he’s led a solitary life for so long as well.”

Nate suddenly loomed above her, pinning her with a predatory gaze that warned of a hard fucking to follow. Her female bits were still sore from this morning’s bout of sex, but she squeezed her thighs to still the throbbing between her legs.

“If you’d turned me down the first time, Sylvs,” Nate said softly, “you know what I would do?”

 
“What would you do?” Her voice was already breathless.

“This.”

He flipped her over.

*****

Sylvie was naked, save for the sleeping shorts, which Nate quickly discarded. He got into these moods often. The desperate need to be joined to her was a need that never ebbed. After he flipped her over, he dragged her shorts down her legs, and yanked her hips toward him. His cock hurt to drive inside her, but the scent of her arousal hit him. His nostrils flared.
 

Her shallow pants told him she was wired in anticipation. He admired the curve of her back, trailing his fingers down the ladder of her spine before kissing the indent right above the curve of her ass.

“Nate, please.”

“Ask for it.”

Her needy whimper further hardened his heavy erection, pre-cum already beading the head of his cock. He bit the cheek of her ass, feeling her rear into him in response while offering him an unfettered view of her pussy. The tender flesh, pink and swollen and flushed with her slick juices was simply too appetizing to neglect. He clamped his arms around her thighs and buried his face between them. His tongue burrowed straight to the source of all that slickness, tunneling into her channel to grab more of that addictive liquid heat. Savoring its taste, the sensation of her spasming against his voracious hunger spurred him to tongue fuck her until he drove her wild. When he latched onto her clit and sucked, a renewed gush hit his lips. She was in a frenzy now, sobbing his name, trying to get away from him. She was gone, lost in her orgasm, and he intended to feel every spasm on his cock.

Releasing her clit with a growl, his hands grabbed her hips as he drove inside her.
 
She was tiny, her knees were off the bed, and her thighs had to grip the outside of his so he could pound into her over and over. Her fingers clawed the bedsheets as she pulsed around him.

Fuck he was close. Each contraction around his cock brought him to the edge. As much as he wanted to prolong this feeling inside her, he had to remind himself they had a lifetime of fucking. She was his. His to take. To fuck. To cherish. To love.

It was always this way. A primal fuck turning into an emotional union. Always something
more
. He pulled out. Sylvie protested, but not for long.

He flipped her again, spread her wide, and slammed inside her once more.
 

“I love you,” Nate growled. “So fucking much.” He powered into her again and again, until finally, his own climax claimed him as he spilled into her. His grunt ended in a groan as the exquisite pleasure of her squeezing every drop of his cum rippled through every fiber of his being. After collapsing on her, he quickly rolled them, not wanting to crush his wife before he gave in to the total surrender of his release.

His cock continued to pulse inside her as she straddled him, but her upper body was sprawled on his chest. Sylvie’s left cheek lay right on top where his heart was.
 

“I love listening to the beating of your heart,” she murmured. “Right after you come inside me, it races so fast.”

Nate grinned. “That’s because you wear me out, firecracker.”

She glanced up at him. Her tangled hair, damp from the sweaty exertion of their coupling, made her so devastatingly sexy, he wanted to fuck her again. Except this last one really took it out of him. He was content and happy, though, just having her in his arms. With Sylvie, he understood what “people in love” meant when they spoke about that afterglow. Dammit, was that sappy or what?

“What are you thinking about?” Sylvie asked. “Your eyes glazed over there for a moment.”

Nate sighed. “I’m becoming a sappy old fool.”

She smiled sweetly. “Well, you’re my sappy fool. And you’re not old.”

“I’ll get there eventually.”

She crawled up his body. Nate groaned at the loss of her warm sheathe, but her next words heated him right back.

“We’ll get there together.” She lovingly traced his lips with her fingers. “You and I . . . old and gray. Are you prepared for that?”

“Oh, babe,” he whispered, hugging her tightly. “Always.”