Read Until Death Do We Part (Sex and Vows #1) Online
Authors: Fiona Davenport
Tags: #romantic suspense, #alpha male romance
“Good,” I sighed.
“That’s not even the best part, though,” he continued. “Special Operations wants you to stay on with the agency as an instructor.”
“They do?” I breathed, afraid to get my hopes up. It was practically unheard of for a burned operative to be allowed anywhere near the agency, let alone to be offered a position. “How did you manage that?”
He grinned sheepishly. “It wasn’t too hard to convince them to make it a condition of my accepting the promotion. My superiors didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to have the infamous Scarlett training the newbies. I think I just gave them the perfect excuse to make it happen.”
A giggle slipped past my lips, surprising me considering the situation. “I guess we’ll start on a new phase of our lives together when they spring me from here then.”
“More than you realize,” he mumbled under his breath. His Adam’s apple shifted as he gulped, making me incredibly nervous.
“What haven’t you told me yet? Are my injuries really bad?” My voice rose, and I wiggled my toes to make sure I wasn’t paralyzed.
“Shhh, baby. You need to calm down.”
“I’ll calm the fuck down when you tell me what the other shoe is that’s about to drop on me!” I shrieked.
Ouch! Fuck!
I needed to remember there was a crack in my skull.
“Damn, Evie,” he sighed, freaking me out even more until he placed his hand over my belly again, and I remembered what I’d heard when I was struggling to wake up.
“Baby,” I gasped. “Am I imagining things or did you tell the nurse I needed a warm blanket because the cold wasn’t good for me or the baby.”
“You’re not imagining things,” he confirmed arrogantly. “You never stood a chance against my swimmers. I knocked you up that first night, just like I said I did.”
“So damn cocky,” I sputtered.
“I’ve got more reason to be than I ever have before, with you carrying my baby.”
My left arm, the one not attached to the shoulder where I’d been shot, moved down and I rested my hand over his. “I’m really pregnant?” It was almost impossible to believe. I’d thought my entire life had changed when Alex told me I’d been burned, but it paled in comparison to this news.
The shit eating grin on his face was answer enough, but he gave me the words anyway. “You’re really pregnant.”
“And the baby’s okay?”
“The baby is fine. They did an internal sonogram and found the sac holding our baby exactly as it should be this early in the pregnancy.”
I heaved a deep sigh of relief, horrified at what we could have lost because of my actions. “I swear to you, I never would have done it if I thought I was pregnant. I saw the gun aimed your way, knew he was going to shoot, and didn’t even think of anything other than you dying right in front of me.”
“You couldn’t have known, Evie,” he reassured me. “The doctor even told me it was too early for us to have known.”
“I’ll do my best to make it up to our baby,” I promised. “I won’t take the job. I’ll stay home with him instead. Bake cookies. Help with homework. Whatever it is that stay-at-home moms do.”
“No, Evie,” he barked. “There’s been enough pretending in our marriage. No more. You’re going to do whatever makes you happy. If you decide it’s staying home after the baby is born, then I’ll support your decision one hundred percent. But I love you for who you are. All of you, Scarlett and Evie. You don’t need to change for me, and you don’t have anything to make up to our child.”
“I love you, too,” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks as he carefully cradled me in his arms. “And I want to go home.”
“Not until you’re back to fighting form, baby.”
***
I
t took another three weeks before Alex agreed to take me home. Three long weeks of him watching me like a hawk. The doctors had given me the okay two weeks earlier, but Alex didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I had a simple linear fracture to my skull but was neurologically intact. The second they told him I would need medical attention if I became symptomatic, my hopes for going home flew out the window. That, combined with the gunshot wound to my shoulder and my pregnancy were enough ammunition for him to convince my medical team that they needed to keep me longer.
As the car Alex had hired pulled in front of the private jet which we’d take for our first leg home, I found my thoughts turning to how strange and wonderful the world could be. I’d played many roles in my life, some of them planned and others unexpected blessings or curses.
Genevieve Parker, beloved daughter.
Evie Parker, bereaved college student.
Scarlett, notorious assassin.
Evie Shaw, adored wife.
As I stepped onto the plane with my hand clenched tightly in Alex’s, I found myself filled with excitement for the most important role I’d ever fill—Mommy.
I
hit the button to lower the garage door and stepped inside the kitchen.
“Evie, baby, I’m—”
Thunk.
My briefcase hit the floor and my jacket soon joined it.
Holy fuck. Evie was standing at the counter in an apron that said Kiss the Cook, what looked like white lingerie on underneath, and fuck me heels. I was happy to oblige. I had a weird sense of déjà vu, but I was too focused on burying myself deep inside my wife’s hot little pussy to dwell on it.
My shoes were kicked off next and I began unbuttoning my shirt, letting it drop to the floor as I stalked toward my wife. Her blatant stare of appreciation hardened my already painfully erect cock. I swiftly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered the zipper. I stopped about a foot away and raked my gaze over her luscious body. Ever since giving birth to our baby girl, Amelia, a year ago, Evie had gained the most delicious, womanly curves. Her body was my own personal wonderland and it was about to be thoroughly fucked.
“Welcome home, stud.”
I closed the gap between us, my body flush against hers as I untied the apron and let it drop to the floor. I filled my hands with her perfect tits and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Pulling back a fraction, my eyes darted around, “Emmy?” I asked.
“With Martin and Kelly,” she panted.
Growling with desire, I lifted Evie and placed her on the kitchen counter, before dropping to my knees. I brought my nose to her pussy and inhaled. She smelled so fucking good, sweeter than ever. There was something familiar, something that wasn’t always in her scent and it had my body humming with desire.
She moaned and I moved a finger to pull her panties aside, when I noticed an opening down the middle. Crotchless panties?
Fuck, yeah.
I had the perfect wife, I thought, before leaning in and running the tip of my tongue through the slit, flavor filling my senses. Evie shivered, and I grunted in satisfaction. Licking again, I noticed once more, something was different and yet familiar.
Impatient to have her fully in my mouth, I used two fingers to split open the fabric, ripping it wide so I had complete access to her pussy. She squeaked in surprise but the shudder that rolled through her, and the glistening of her pussy lips, betrayed how hot she thought it was.
“Look at you, baby. Always so ready, so wet for me.”
I dragged the flat of my tongue up her sex, circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth. She came with a rush of liquid which I greedily drank every drop of. Evie had always been incredibly responsive to me, but for her to blow apart so quickly and easily was unusual.
Standing, I took out my cock, then grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the granite slab. I kissed her hard as I plunged inside, sheathing myself completely. I groaned at the exquisite pleasure as she cried out. My hips began to pump wildly, my grip on her tight, my tongue mimicking the movement, fucking her mouth.
Each powerful thrust had her screams escalating and my cock growing impossibly bigger. Tearing my lips from hers, I dragged down the cups of her bustier and wrapped them around one pointed nipple, biting down lightly and to my shock, Evie exploded into another earth shattering orgasm. It took everything I had not to go with her, fighting the way her pussy was milking my cock. “Fuck, baby. You’re so sensitive tonight.” She moaned in response. I continued to play with her nipples, enjoying the way her body lit up with yearning and the beautiful blush spreading over her skin.
I licked my lips, her essence still lingering. “I swear, you taste different, baby. It’s so fucking delicious. Have you been raiding the cookie jar with Emmy?”
She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me even closer so my cock was bottoming out with every drive inside her.
“I didn’t do anything,” she breathed. “You knocked me up again, stud.”
I stilled, earning a mewling of protest and her hands clenching my ass, her nails digging in.
Suddenly, it hit me. We’d been here before. Two years ago, Evie had met me at the door, just like this and told me she was ready to have a baby. This time, she was already pregnant. With my baby. Color burst into my vision, the world turning hazy with the coating of happiness.
I shouted with excitement and held Evie tight as I twirled her around. The movement shifted my angle and I buried myself even deeper. We both groaned, and I swiftly walked to the nearest bare wall, supporting her up against it, pulling out and slamming back inside. No wonder she was so fucking sensitive. I pounded into her, my elation fueling my energy.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you scream. There’s nobody but me here and I’ve missed the sound of it,” I growled. “Your pussy is so tight, fuck! Squeeze me hard, Evie. Clench that pussy around me—oh, fuck! Just like that!”
“Alex! Oh, Yes! Yes!” she screamed, and her body began to convulse with another powerful orgasm.
“Seeing you come is the sexiest thing, baby.” One, two more thrusts and I let go, coming so hard I felt the world tilt. I poured out my come inside her and rode us both through our orgasms with shallow thrusts, determined to drag them out as long as possible.
As the world righted itself, I lazily licked her nipples, then her shoulder, before brushing my tongue along the seam of her lips. Our mouths danced with each other to the gorgeous music only we could create together.
“I love you,” I murmured against her lips.
I pulled back and felt warm all over at the happy glow in her chocolate brown eyes. Her bee-stung lips curled up in a blinding smile.
“I love you too, stud. Now, take me to bed or lose me forever!”
I grinned, “Seriously, babe? I’m way more a Maverick than a Goose.”
Evie rolled her eyes and then swiveled her hips, then leaned in close. “Okay. How about this? Take me to bed, stud, and fuck the hell out of me.”
I wasted no time heading for the bedroom, but only ended up making it halfway down the hall, falling into a burning heap and fucking wildly on the floor.
She wrapped herself around me as I got up, my cock still half hard and snug inside her channel. We finally made it to the bedroom, where I spent the night worshipping her body from head to toe. She was so damn beautiful. My every dream come true, even the ones I didn’t know were lurking in my heart.
She was my light, my life, my everything, my Evie.
“If I weren’t already pregnant, I do believe we would have accomplished the task tonight,” she giggled breathlessly.
I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me and settling her astride, with her head tucked under my chin. I trailed my fingers in circles over her back, my mood thoughtful and quiet.
We’d both settled into our new jobs pretty smoothly. Scarlett was the best instructor they’d had for decades. Her recruits scored incredibly high in both cognitive and weapons training. I ran ops from D.C. most of the time, but I’d had to go into the field a few times. Evie hadn’t liked it, but she’d supported me every single time. She was amazing.
Then our little Amelia had come along and she was the best of both of us. A little spitfire, smart as a whip, and she had her daddy securely wrapped around her cute little finger. I fucking loved that kid. She and her mom were both sides of my heart. And now, I’d be sharing it with three and I couldn’t fucking wait. Maybe it was from growing up without a family, but I wanted a home full of kids, laughter, and utter chaos. Lucky for me, family was every bit as important to Evie and she had happily informed me that she had the same visions for the future.
“Hey,” she called softly. “What’s on your mind?”
“You,” I answered. “I love you, my Evie. Until death do we part. And forever after.”
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