Page 34 of Time Bomb
“Fuck!” I shout as I slam in one last time, burying my dick as far as it’ll go and releasing stream after stream of my seed in her perfect little body.
Out of breath, out of my mind, and satisfied in a way I haven’t been in far too long, I slowly let go of her leg, massaging the muscles of her firm thighs before rolling to the side and cradling her in my arms.
Ophelia groans as I raise her leg up to rest across my hip, her pussy rubbing against my skin. Still soaked, still leaking my seed past her swollen lips.
Looking down at her, her eyes closed, face relaxed, and a curve to her luscious lips, she’s never appeared more beautiful to me.
Pressing my lips to her head, I whisper, “I love you so fucking much, sweetness.” I graze a hand up and down her back, and she rubs her face on my chest, purring in my hold like a content little kitten.
We have a lot to talk about, a lot to fix between us. Not only from what happened after my accident but before it as well. Nevertheless, right now, I’ll simply enjoy holding my girl in my arms again. Until she’s ready to move, I have no plans to leave this spot. Not unless absolutely necessary.
The necessary comes hours later when a window breaks downstairs and a lamp crashes as it hits the floor. Slipping from the bed, I pull the blanket up to cover Ophelia as she remains sleeping soundly.
Grabbing a pair of sweats off my dresser, I locate my phone and shoot Dorian a text to let him know there’s an intruder before putting it back on the dresser. Creeping out of the room, I quietly close the bedroom door and make my way downstairs.
Slithering along the wall, I stay in the shadows, the darkness of the night providing the cover I need. Taking a baseball bat from the hall closet, I don’t risk the sound of a shutting door. The intruder is in the living room, surveying the damage he caused, cursing under his breath, and trying to avoid stepping on any of the broken glass or busted lamp.
Hidden behind the wall, I wait for him to make his way over to me before I engage, swinging the bat at his mid-section. He bowls over, grunting before dropping to his knees.
“Who the fuck are you?” I bellow, turning the light on and revealing his face. I don’t need his answer. “Baxter fucking Cunningham.” Throwing a fist into his face, I knock him out cold before moving to unlock and open the front door before searching through the coat closet for some old rope. I tie the bastard up.
Dragging him over to the entrance of my house, I toss his ass onto the lawn, hoping not to wake Ophelia up. I’d like to let her sleep even longer. Settling on the cool cement of the front step, I wait for Dorian.
Lights illuminate the road, and I stand up and walk down the path to meet the cop as he climbs out of his car. “This him?” He nods down at Baxter as the man begins groaning as he returns to the land of the living.
“Yeah, caught the asshole in my living room after breaking in through the window.” Pointing over my shoulder, he looks over in that direction before strolling to the trunk of his car to grab his evidence bag.
“Keep an eye on him, will you?”
I confirm I will before Dorian walks off, taking pictures and collecting evidence. It’s almost an hour later before he finishes up and hauls Cunningham off to jail for the night.
Checking the time, I notice it’s only after midnight, so I head back in after boarding up the window and cleaning up the mess. Ensuring the house is locked up tight, then returning to my waiting fiancé and her nude form.
She’s kicked the blanket off and is cuddling with my pillow between her legs. Her back and ass face towards me, revealing an enticing view as I shuck my pants and crawl in behind her.
My dick is like a heat-seeking missile as it pokes around for her willing cunt. Wet and ready for me, I slip inside her, thrusting slowly until she moans and rolls back against my chest.
“Torque,” she whispers as I cup one breast in my hand, massaging the heavy globe as she reaches for me. “Where did you go?” Her sleepy voice is adorable.
“Had to take care of something. I’m here now, and I’m never leaving again.” I’ll tell her about the intrusion tomorrow. We spend the rest of the night alternating between making love and sleeping—a perfect introduction to our new life together.
Epilogue 1
OPHELIA
The Firefighter’s Ball
One Month Later.
Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be so lucky. The past month has been filled with baby cuddles from Hale and Laken’s precious nugget, fixing up my house after demolishing it so I can sell, and Torque working harder than ever to get me pregnant.
He doesn’t know it yet, but all his persistent effort has paid off. I took a test last week, saw my doctor, and she figures I’m about eight weeks along now. Which works out to the first few times Torque and I were intimate. I’m not quite sure how I plan to tell him, but I suspect he has a clue.
My breasts have been more tender than usual, and he worships them now like he appreciates what they’re preparing to do. I can’t say I’m disappointed, but I do enjoy keeping him in the dark because he still fucks me like he’s constantly trying to knock me up.
“Sweetness, you look delectable.” Speak of the devil. He comes up behind me as I’m waiting in line at the bar to get a sparkling water and his hand winds around me with just that.
“How’d you know?” I take a sip, loving how well he’s in tune with me.