Somebody's Wife: The Jackson Brothers, Book 3 by Jennifer Skully & Jasmine Haynes

Author:Jennifer Skully & Jasmine Haynes [Skully, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Jasmine Haynes
Published: 2013-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

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He lay between her legs, his weight pinning her to the bed. Mitch rolled to the side.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

Connie’s chest rose, dragging in the air he’d denied her.

“Are your wrists all right?” He glanced at her restraints. She’d fought them, hard. Hopefully the fuzzy blue material saved her from slicing flesh on the metal.

She turned her head, slowly, as if returning from a long distance. Closing her eyes, she rested a moment, filled herself with another deep breath, then gazed at him. “I can’t feel them. I can’t feel anything. I think I died and went to heaven.”

“Me, too, baby.”

“Mitchie, that was the best.”

She called him that in extreme moments. Or when she wanted to piss him off. It was a testament to how profound the loving had been. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember a moment better than when he’d flooded her with his essence, his soul.

Powerful and elemental enough to make a baby. Part of him soared, praying he’d given her that in the most spectacular moment of their marriage.

Another part trembled with fear. Jesus, what had he done?

He slid off the bed, unable to face her, unable to let her see the panic in his eyes or the tension suddenly riding his face.

“I better undo you. Are you sure I didn’t pull too hard on your arms or legs?”

“You were right. That was better than if I tied you down.”

The moment she came would live in his body, a tactile memory, for the rest of his days. No matter what happened. Her pleasure had brought him to the edge of reason. He could have done nothing beyond burying himself inside her. He couldn’t have fought the need if he’d tried.

It was only now that his gut began its relentless trembling, when he realized what he might have done to their lives. Another baby, another mouth, another responsibility he couldn’t face.

Four depending on him.

Had she taken her pill today? He’d checked this morning, but he couldn’t remember the count. He had the overwhelming urge to check again, to assure himself. Would she remember tomorrow? Or the next day? Could he take care of them all?

His head spun. From heaven to hell in sixty seconds.

He undid the handcuffs, kissing each slightly reddened spot, then reverently setting her limbs upon the bed.

“I love you, Mitch. We’re going to be fine. Aren’t we?”

“Yeah, Connie, we are.” But he couldn’t look at her. He felt lower than low. He didn’t know how the hell he would keep her and the kids safe. For now, he concentrated on her body, caressing her skin. “I do love you.” Despite his fears, he’d never questioned that.

She sighed, a heavy, exhausted sound. “Cuddle me to sleep?”

It wasn’t long past nine, but he was bone weary. Bodily sated. He pulled back the sheet, helped her crawl beneath, then climbed in and pulled her flush against his body. She was warm, pliable, and scented with loving.

“Thank you, honey.” She said the words on no more than a sigh, then her breathing slowed and her body relaxed into his.

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