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              She took control after that, the heat in her raging out of control. She told him to undress, then pushed him down on the bed; he was more than willing, and happy to let her have her way with him. He smiled his crooked smile as she stepped out of her dress and panties, then climbed on top of him, his eyes held hers as she felt his cock pressing into her, splitting her open. She still wore her bra and he pushed the lacy cups down so that her breasts were bare and thrust forward, bound in the fabric. His palms on her nipples were rough and once again she felt the delicious bite of pain rip through her.

              She spoke calmly to him, “when I cum I want you to control yourself, do you understand? Don’t finish until I say you can.” An orgasm ripped through her then and he was very still, his chest heaving as he held himself in check. “Ah, that was
so
good!” she leaned forward, her pussy gripping his cock so tightly he had to fight the urge not to cum right then. She kissed his beautiful mouth and bit his bottom lip lightly, then licked his neck as she moved her mouth to his ear, “you’ve tormented me all night and paybacks are hell! Now you’ll make me cum two more times, then you can join me in my pleasure, and it is
so pleasurable
to cum on your amazing cock.”

              She ground into him then, as he kissed her mouth, her neck, her chest, his cock aching for release as he felt her incredible pussy begin to seize and clinch and drench him in wetness. She lifted herself off him and lay panting, face down on the bed, fighting to recover.

              “Now it’s my turn, my greedy love,” he said and lifted her hips off the bed, pulling her little ass against him. He thrust his throbbing cock into her while she still pulsed and she turned her face into the pillow, feeling his cock pounding against the very end of her. He held her hips steady and punished her sweet little pussy for torturing him so, and as she begin to quake and moan he let himself empty into her and they fell together, exhausted, and slept.

CHAPTER SIX

              The first week in January, at the obstetrics clinic in Guilford, Charlotte lay on the exam table with her ever expanding belly exposed. Jude planned to drive up for the day to be with them, but he had a baby to deliver and couldn’t get away. It was their big day, time for the sonogram that would let them take a peek into their child’s watery world.

              “Alright then,” Dr. Hollon said, “let’s have a look and see how this little one is getting along.”

              Charlotte’s blouse was pushed up and the front of her jeans pushed down, as gel was squirted onto her belly. Finn held her hand and they were both excited and apprehensive. Like all new parents, they wanted to count ten fingers and ten toes; they wanted their baby to be healthy and perfect.

              “Excellent, there’s the spine and you can see that’s a hand just there, and there’s the heartbeat! Beautiful, it’s nice and strong,” Dr. Hollon said as he moved the wand, “perfect, perfect, here’s the head and we’re in luck he’s looking this way. Look at that little face, this will make a fine first portrait for Mummy and Daddy, now let’s just get some measurements quickly.” He typed away on an electronic pad and numerous dots and lines appeared on the screen framing the baby’s head.

              Finn stood next to Charlotte and squeezed her hand as he stared in awe, his child, he thought, he’d never let himself hope he would have a family of his own. Now it was real and the proof was on the screen, he and Charlotte had created this little being, it had a pumping heart and he had seen the tiny face as it floated like an astronaut in space. He smoothed Charlotte’s hair and she smiled up at him, the look of wonder on her face melted his heart, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “We made that, my love, isn’t it amazing?”

              “Got it, let’s see now if I can just figure out this measuring part,” Dr. Hollon said loudly, he was older than Charlotte and Finn expected and a bit odd, but he was well respected, “We have you listed at seventeen weeks gestation but I believe you might be a bit further along. Yes, let’s just say closer to nineteen weeks. One last look then, I’m sure you want to count the fingers and toes, am I right?”

              The wand moved over and around her abdomen and various parts of the child flashed onto the screen, a tiny torso with arms that moved and hands that seemed to wave as the doctor and parents watched. The legs were pulled up against the body and then one leg kicked with its tiny foot and Charlotte began to cry.

              “I felt it!” she smiled through her tears, “I felt that kick!”

              Finn leaned to kiss her and rested his cheek against hers; the doctor smiled and let them have their quiet moment.

              “Ah yes, a very accommodating baby indeed,” Dr. Hollon said finally, “Would you like to know the sex? I don’t like to say before twenty weeks normally, but I’d be willing to go out on a limb if you like.”

              “No!” Charlotte and Finn in unison and then laughed as the doctor moved the wand away and switched off the computer screen. “Everything is quite well my dear, I believe we’ll be expecting this little one a bit sooner, let’s reset your due date to the middle of May, the fifteenth, how does that sound? Now let’s just clean you up and you’ll have some lovely pictures to take home.” 

              Jude arrived for the weekend after he finished at the hospital, and he couldn’t wait to see the sonogram images.

              Finn sat on the sofa showing him the pictures and voiced some concern that the doctor was a bit of an old eccentric.

              “The baby’s perfect, Finn absolutely perfect. Tell me the exact due date and I won’t schedule anything that week. I’ll be right there in the room if I’m needed and I’ll see to it that nothing goes wrong.”

              Charlotte had gone upstairs to take a nap and Finn made a fire to warm the bedroom for her, then sat in the living room with Jude watching the Manchester United game on TV.

              “I’ve looked at countless sonogram images,” Jude said, “none quite as heartwarming as seeing my own niece or nephew.”

              “I hope I’ll be a good dad, we didn’t have the best role model, after all,” Finn said quietly.

              “Dad got sober toward the end, and he hated himself for what he’d been. Mum’s forgiveness meant everything to him but he regretted that the two of you never worked things out,” Jude said, being careful with his words.

              “Yeah well, regret’s a real bitch isn’t it?” Finn said, as he watched the game, “I suppose Mum’s heart is softer than mine or maybe being beaten by him wasn’t as bad for her as it was for the son who had to stand by and watch it happen.”

              “Finn, I didn’t know how bad it was after I left home, when I was growing up he yelled and broke dishes or furniture, I never saw him hit her.”

              “Well I tried to tell you once or twice didn’t I? I’m sure the bright lights of London and all the diversions of medical school and fucking nurses nonstop was much more interesting than the terrors at home,” Finn said, and the venom in his voice made Jude look away.

              “I should have paid more attention, I shouldn’t have been so wrapped up in my own life that I never came home again, is that what you want me to say?” Jude asked.

              “I want you to care about turning your back on your family. I want you to fucking give a shit that I finally had to beat our drunken father within an inch of his life before Mum got up the courage to leave him. I want to know why you took that sorry bastard in and forgot about your own mother and why that fucking drunken wife beater meant so much to you.”

              “Alcoholism is a disease, Finn, and he was still our father, I had to try and help him. I swear I didn’t know he was beating Mum; you were seventeen when you nearly killed him, why didn’t you ever call me before it came to that? Don’t you remember any of the good times? He wasn’t always a drunk, when you were little you worshipped him and we had a decent family life. I’m ten years older than you, his drinking got worse but I’d already left home and I suppose I didn’t care to know what was happening, so I stayed away,” Jude rested his head in his hands, he had a pounding headache.

              Finn stood and stalked around the living room, his mind wouldn’t be still so he started to pour a drink of whiskey then he stopped and put it away.

              “Pour myself a glass of whiskey and bitch about my drunken father fucking up my life, that makes sense,” he said, he was agitated as he sat and faced Jude. “I don’t know why I didn’t call you when things got bad, I was struggling to keep the girls out of his way and not let them see what was happening. I put myself between Dad and Mum, to let him hit me instead of her. Finally I was stronger than he was and I lost control,” he let out a long sigh, having at last given voice to his demons.

              “I hid behind healing the sick in London and although you went with Mum to America you hid, too. You killed for a living, Finn. Yes, they were deranged psychopaths, terrorists and murderers of women and children, but it must take a lot of rage to do that kind of work, don’t you think?” Jude asked, hoping he wasn’t pushing too far.

              “I’ve considered that, but no, I don’t believe that’s the final reason I did what I did. I was incredibly good at my job, as terrible as that might seem. I joined the Navy so I could go to college and when I finished SEAL training I was number one on my team, I’m excellent at being deadly accurate as a sniper and stealthy and… tough. For me it’s unfucking-believable to jump out of an aircraft, swim a dozen miles and take out a target. I get really calm under pressure and lose all fear and I don’t believe in backing down. I left official government service and became an ‘unknown’ operative, I was hired and paid well to rid the world of a few of the countless radically cruel thugs who use murder, rape and torture as a means of control and care nothing for any human life. Maybe I am crazy, but I’m one of the reasons you live a comfortable life and sleep soundly at night, you’d be shocked to know how many men like me exist and everything we do is to make the world a little safer.” Finn leaned back against the sofa then; he rubbed his eyes and was weary from the entire conversation. “How about we try to be friends, Jude? I can’t tell you how much I idolized you when we were kids, my brilliant big brother; you always looked out for me and let me tag along with you. It sort of broke my heart when you left and then it all went so wrong after that.”

              “Mum’s coming to stay this summer; we’ve talked every week since Thanksgiving. Can you imagine, Mum coming back to the U.K. after being away for ten years? We’re both excited; of course she’s really coming so she can spoil your new baby, but I think it’s great.” Jude’s eyes were merry as he told Finn his bit of good news.

              “Really? That is great; I can’t believe you two have been talking! You definitely have to share her with us, the both of you are welcome to stay at the cottage as often as you like. We’ll work out the sleeping arrangements and Charlotte’s panicking a bit, she’s never handled an infant, and honestly, neither have I. Mum can show us ropes… but I’m not trying to hi-jack your guest or anything,” Finn said, smiling a true-blue smile.

              “No, no it’s all good, we’ll work it out… and Finn, I
do
sleep better knowing my ‘not so little brother’ has made the world a safer place.”

*

              Winter was a very cold, snowy affair turning into a very cold, rainy spring, then finally clearing up by the first of May.

              Henrietta had been invaluable at helping Charlotte and Finn pull the nursery together. She drove with Charlotte to all the shops and helped assemble the necessities as Charlotte stood oohing and aahing over one tiny outfit at a time. They bought whisper soft nighties and blankets and nappies (as diapers were called in England) and all the requisite baby furniture. Henrietta knew a woman who painted murals and she did the entire room with scenes from Peter Rabbit. The two women stepped back to admire the adorable nursery and just then there was the sound of bumping on the stairs, they turned to look and Finn stood holding a big wooden rocking chair. 

              “It’s from my coworkers in the law office, they asked what we needed and it was the only thing that came to mind.” He said and Charlotte and Henrietta couldn’t say a word, “Do you like it, my love, I hope you do, I imagine babies need cuddling.”

              When he placed it in the nursery, Charlotte wrapped herself around him as best she could with her very pregnant belly between them. After a few minutes they heard the front door close and Henrietta was gone.

              “It’s perfect, I didn’t think of a rocking chair, but it’s my
most favorite
thing in the nursery.”

              She led him to their bedroom and she slowly removed her clothes as they went, then she climbed into their big bed. She lay back and watched him undress, something she never grew tired of. His hair had grown much longer in the last nine months, and the glossy waves spilled over his shirt collar. She knew he’d never do it, but she thought he’d be truly beautiful if he let his hair grow as long as Jude’s. He had such masculine features, the longer hair suited him, she’d noticed women giving him increasingly appreciative glances and it was obvious they couldn’t help but stare. She didn’t blame them, they’d been married for nine months and they were friends long before that, yet she felt she would never have her fill of looking at him.

              “I know I need a haircut desperately, it’s getting a bit shaggy and doesn’t fit well with the business suit,” he said, tucking a strand behind his ear. He stood naked, admiring his wife stretched out across the bed. His heart beat wildly at the sight of her, she was glowing, and he thought it must be a mixture of happiness and hormones causing her to look like an earthbound angel. He lay down beside her, his hands and wonderful lips caressing her belly, he marveled at the perfect smooth roundness of it. The child moved within her and he thought it was the most astonishing miracle that his baby was alive and safe inside the woman he loved more than his own life.