Chapter 92 Chapter~92~Hit me with your best shot.

Chapter 92 Chapter~92~Hit me with your best shot.
Nick~

Harley is none the wiser as I slip back into the room. I'm surprised, given the screech the oak door made as I eased it closed behind me. At the end of the bed, I shed my jeans, laying them across the ornate wooden trunk.

There's still too much light in here for the Princess; I go over to the window and pull the tie-backs loose. Thick maroon blackout drapes give a swoosh as they come together.

A seashell night light on the wall comes to life in the darkness; I hadn't noticed that last night. She turns as I throw back the covers with a groan, causing me to freeze mid-air before lowering my body onto the bed.

It's only a moment before she squirms herself back into my arms, taking a deep breath. Soon, the bump will separate us, so I pull her as close to me as I can.

'Harley needs a cram session on power control before this interview, Nick.'

With a sigh, I snuggled my face into her hair. 'Agreed, Z, we at least need to know what we're up against. How's Rae doing?'

'Still re-calibrating, but my mate is as strong as yours.'

My mate stirred awake in my arms, her hazy eyes met mine, and she smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you," she runs her hands over my chest. "How long was I asleep?"

"A couple of hours. Are you up for some lunch?"

"In a bit," Harley raised her head and licked the side of my neck, "I haven't marked you properly."

"Do as you wish, Amante," I adjusted our position so that she would have better access.

She wraps her arms around my neck and sinks her canines into my flesh. Her voice is muffled as she claims me, but her reflexes are on point. Our weight shifted the mattress as she mounted me, and a moment later, she was sliding me inside her.

Placing my hands on her hips, I give in and accept my fate. Harley braces on my chest, tosses her hair out of her face, and rides on. My hands move up her body to caress her growing breasts.

Droplets of milk seep from her right nipple, and I'm unable to resist. Like a hungry pup, I pull her to me and suckle the nectar she's producing. Once I get a taste, I'm all in; note to self, pregnant women have sensitive breasts.

"Nick........oh hell yes.......suck me!"

With a mouthful of tit, I raise my knees on the bed. 'Get up on your feet.' She does. 'Now squat!'

It takes a few strokes for us to get into our rhythm, but once we're in sync, the race is on. I'm a man who believes in ladies first, so I only flip the script when she starts to quiver on top of me.

We entangle ourselves in each other once I hit the mattress. Harley rests her head on my chest and throws her leg over mine. "What does it taste like?"

"Your milk?"

"Yeah."

"It's kinda sweet," I tighten my grip on her, pulling her close. "Like the milk my Gram used to make cornbread."

"Hum, I'll have to try it," she groans in protest. "We should probably get up."

"Yeah, I'd say," I brush the hair from her cheek. "Before we meet the press, how bout we have a go at your power?"

"Oh," she shakes her head against my side, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Nick."

"Lauren said it was important that you try." I lifted her chin until our eyes met. "It will just be you and me in the backyard."

"Ok."

Before she changed her mind, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and rolled out of bed. My bare feet padded across the hardwood, and I turned the water on in the shower.

When I turn, Harley's in the doorway. Maybe it's because Harley is naked, but our baby is bumping her way right out. It won't be long before clothes won't matter either way.

She caught the tail end of my gaze, and her cheeks went red. "What are you looking at?"

"The most beautiful sight I've ever seen," I go over, scoop her up, stand her in the shower, and get in behind her.

Never would I have considered washing a woman a pleasure before Harley. Now I'm lathering poufs and applying conditioner with a smile. My favorite part is the soap pattern left on her skin by the mesh as I move it over her body.

After a rinse, it's my turn. She takes her time running the cloth over my neck, arms, and chest. Her hands roaming over my body caused a strange combo of vulnerability and raw lust to flow through me.

My eyes roll back when she moves the cloth downstairs to wash my balls. Ok, time to go, so I take the cloth from her, rinse us, and turn the water off. We're out of the tub and wrapped in towels with efficiency.

The faster she dresses, the more productive our training session will be. Harley chose a light lavender Capri suit, matching sandals, and a sun hat.

My jeans, boots, and leather take a back seat to tan khakis, blue-collar short-sleeve shirt, and loafers. Harley says they make my ass look hot, and that's good enough for me.

The house is a deserted settlement except for Sofie setting the lunch table. In the backyard, we discovered a Minnie Mouse sprinkler and two soaked loungers. Mystery solved, there's nothing like sun and water to induce an afternoon nap.

Harley settles in a dry chair and watches me as I go in and out of the kitchen door. On the last trip, I grabbed a five-gallon water cooler bottle. Sofie assists by following me out with a folding table, and we set it up at the back of the lot, in front of the privacy fence.

Though Sofie's face is a bit confused, she helps me line up the various bottles I've gathered. When we're done, I thank her, and she returns to the house.