Chasing Mrs. Knightly (Chasing 5)

For this moment, though, I simply wanted to savor the feel of my husband making love to me over and over again, as if he was a man who wanted to prove something to himself. It was comforting to see that his hunger for me was intact. For a moment there, I had truly feared I had lost this bit of him.

It was funny how we fought like we were about to kill each other then, the next day, we would wake up as if we just arrived on our honeymoon, and we couldn’t get enough of each other.

I wasn’t going to lie. The make-up part made fighting just a little sweeter, not that I was planning on anything crazy anytime soon.

Down Under

Blake

“Is your stewardess hot?” Sienna asked me through the phone just as I boarded my jet, heading towards Australia.

I smirked, thinking how irrational she could get when jealous. Best not to drive her into that direction whilst I was out of the country, thousands of miles away, to avoid the damage she could cause.

“Not as beautiful as you are, if that’s what concerns you.”

“It’s not. I trust you. I do.” She tried to emphasize that she truly did, and I believed her.

“Thank you,” I murmured as I took a seat and stretched my legs a bit. “Where are you anyway?”

She sighed. “I’m at my gynecologist. I seem to have lost my pills during my hissy rampage in the closet, so I’m here to get a refill and do a pelvic exam.”

Hissy rampage? How fitting.

“Well, try not to have one of those outbursts, will you? I can handle only one every decade, just to let you know.”

She made a laughing sound that made me smile a little.

“You spoil me too much. Once every decade? Oh, my…”

“I’d grow old and die faster the way you’re treating me. I so deserve a vacation after this trip.”

“We shall,” she whispered. “Babe, I have to go. It’s my turn now. Have a safe flight and please behave. I love you and will speak to you soon.” She made a loud kissing noise before hanging up.

Bloody Hell. This three week business trip was going to drag. I could already tell.

~

“I heard you got married. Where’s your wife?” A familiar looking woman, whose identity I couldn’t pinpoint, greeted me with a welcoming smile.

“I did,” I responded cordially as I nursed my whiskey. “She’s back in England, finishing up her last year in University.”

“That’s great.” She eyed my drink before smiling widely, showcasing her perfect whites. “It must be lonely to travel all by yourself, being married and all. It bars you from having fun.”

“I’m too busy with work; fun isn’t part of the agenda.” Women! Why couldn’t they just take the hint? When a man was married and not staring down at your arse or your bloody knockers, it was obvious you should try a different sort.

Finishing up my drink from the hotel bar, I left right after I tipped the barman and strode straight into the bank of elevators to take me to my penthouse suite.

I loved Sydney, but I was feeling all sorts of homesickness.

It had been two weeks since I had seen Sienna, and I had to admit my body craved a woman. It just so happened that the only woman I wanted was my wife. No one else could satisfy me the way she could.

It didn’t take long until I was up in my suite, dragging my feet as exhaustion took over me.

I wasn’t drunk after having three drinks, but I questioned myself when I found the very person I had just been thinking about standing in the living room, staring back at me.

“Sienna?” She seemed nervous, therefore I almost ran towards her, wondering if something was wrong. “Did something bad happen?”

“I had to Google you because I couldn’t reach your cell phone,” she wretchedly said with a pointed look. “Why did you tell me you were staying in a different hotel? Why did you lie?”

Christ. Not again. “Poppet, I’ve been all over Australia. I can’t very well tell you correctly each and every one I’ve stayed at. I apologize if I gave you the wrong one. I swear on my honor that it was a pure, honest mistake.”

She frowned. “Oh.”

“Right. You can very well apologize to me now before I spank you for it.” I was merely teasing, yet my cock twitched in response.

Hell, she had no idea how fucking lovely it was to see her. I had been ceaselessly dreaming about her, in and out of the bedroom.

She came to meet me before she fidgeted with her hands. “I’m sorry, I thought the worst—”

“Aren’t we past this?”

She sighed before stepping closer to me. “You’ve been gone too long, and I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve missed you so much that I decided to come here, even though I shouldn’t because I’d miss classes. I just needed an excuse to see you, I guess.”

Pulling her close, I cupped her cheeks as I stared deeply into her eyes. “I love you, too.”

It was absurd to be this desperate for the woman I was married to, however it was how I felt. Moreover, as embarrassing as it was to admit it even to myself, I couldn’t fight the emotions that consumed me when it came to her. For her to even think for a second that I’d find a replacement to pass the time with was beyond troubling.

Kissing her was the highlight of my Australian trip. The takeovers didn’t even come close to this kind of high.

“I’m late…” she momentarily whispered. “And I took an over the counter test.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, don’t bloody stop talking, I almost said out loud before I frustratingly asked, “And?”

“I’m pregnant,” she muttered before she started bawling. “I’m going to lose this one, too. It’ll be like the last time. I didn’t want to keep this information from you, but please don’t hate me when I prove to be right.”

Dio mio! “You’re pregnant?” I grinned like there was no tomorrow. “Really and truly pregnant?”

“Idiot!” She slapped me lightly on the chest. “There’s only one kind of pregnant. What the hell, Blake?”

I lifted her off the floor and spun her a little before I carried her towards the sofa and cradled her on my lap, loving every inch of her. My wife was pregnant. I couldn’t rejoice enough.

“How far along are you?”

“A little over four weeks.”

“Sex on the stairs worked like magic, I take it?” Happiness consumed me as I took her hand in mine and kissed her palm. “Don’t you worry about anything, love. I’m going to take care of you. I won’t be leaving your side until you’ve given birth to our baby.”