31. Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

J esse took a shower and slipped on a T-shirt and panties. She and Cannon had both been to the doctor today. She was thirty-three weeks pregnant, and Cannon was seven weeks post-op. Her doctor said full term for twins was considered thirty-seven weeks, but they could come earlier. Jesse had really hoped that Cannon would be out of his casts before the birth. His doctor had said he'd move Cannon to a smaller walking cast and a brace for his arm next week. Cannon couldn't wait to get them off. With the heat of August upon them, he'd gone through the can of stuff to keep him from itching inside his cast immediately. Flick had rolled his eyes when Cannon asked where he could order more.

Cannon had shared more each week after every session. Some of them were the happy times he remembered with his grandma. Others were the ones where he broke her heart. She understood his personality so much better now and why he seemed to need to control things. He'd been out of control his whole childhood. Since he was stationary, he'd been reading books about babies and child-rearing. She was positive Cannon would be a kind and loving father, nothing like his own.

Now, if only they could be close. Having him in the house wearing cut-off gray sweatpants was killing her. Half the time, he didn't wear a shirt because even with the air conditioner running, he was hot with the casts. Add in his ball cap on backwards when he was reading and oh my.

Then, when she wasn't seeing him, she was lying beside him each night, hormones rolling through her with no end in sight to the torture. If she could have figured out a way to get Cannon out of the house, then she would have. At this point, she was desperate and trying to figure out how she could find some alone time to get herself off.

She walked into the bedroom and enjoyed the look of Cannon in bed. Even with the casts and not being able to work out these last weeks, he was delicious. His uninjured arm had muscles and the Bluff Creek logo on it. His shoulder above his cast had the skulls he had inked. She'd asked him last week why the skulls. She'd been expecting because they looked cool or something like that. He'd revealed more hidden depths to his character. He'd gone with the older symbolism of skulls as symbols of courage, strength, and overcoming the odds. He'd had the skulls inked when he graduated the police academy and finally believed he'd made something of himself. He was a little concerned that when he saw the surgical scars, his tattoos would be ruined. Roam had promised, although he might not be able to make it look the same, that he could figure something out.

His chest with the red wound from the chest tube had continued to fade. Not that it subtracted from his chest and abs that Jesse imagined running her hands, then mouth and fingers across. She squeezed her legs together because this wasn't helping. At least Cannon was already lying flat, so the covers hid from view his enticing happy trail.

"Lose the panties," Cannon's deep voice said.

Jesse worked to control a shiver but couldn't stop her breasts from tightening at his words.

"Umm, what?" she asked.

"Lose the panties. Now. I was reading today that pregnancy hormones ramp up a woman's sex drive."

Jesse swallowed and held onto the dresser for balance as she tugged her panties down until they dropped to the floor. She was horny and if Cannon was willing to deliver, she wasn't saying no.

"I'd love to have you take off the T-shirt so I can see your belly and breasts, but I've noticed you're a little self-conscious. You can leave it on if you want."

Jesse walked toward the bed and Cannon pulled the pillow out from under his head, then tossed the cover back.

"Now crawl up here and sit on my face. I'm going to make sure you're satisfied and able to sleep."

Jesse stared at Cannon lying in the bed. Their talking already had his cock hard.

"What about you?" she asked.

"This is all for my woman who is growing our girls. Now crawl up here, with or without your T-shirt. I thought you could use the handle you hung for me if you need it for balance."

Jesse wasn't sure she could take off the shirt. Cannon had seen her when she'd changed clothes a couple of times, but she'd be right above him. She was already worried she'd smother the man anyway. Wouldn't that be a call she didn't want to make?

"Jesse, have you not done this before?"

Jesse crawled across the bed.

"I've never sat on someone's face. I've, umm, had someone, oh you don't really want to hear this."

"Honey, usually I wouldn't want to hear what some other guy did or didn't do, but I want you to enjoy this. Has anyone ever gone down on you? If so, did you enjoy it?"

Jesse sat up with her butt on her heels to answer Cannon. His warm, slightly rough hand caressed her knee, then started drawing patterns on the inside of her thigh.

"I have experience but not a lot of good. One of the guys did go down there and it felt good. For the few seconds it was happening."

Cannon chuckled, and Jesse blushed a little.

"Oh, honey, then you're in for a treat. I'm going to feast until you're satisfied multiple times. I don't consider it a job to taste my honey. Now swing your leg over me until you're straddling my chest. Then you should be able to move up to my face. Hold the bar if you need to."

Jesse followed Cannon's directions and shuddered at her core dragging along his abdomen and chest as she moved higher. When she hesitated about moving over his face, he grasped her thigh with his good hand and used it to slide down underneath her. With her big belly in the way, she couldn't even see the top of his head.

"Closer, honey. I can guarantee you won't hurt me," he said, then blew a warm breath against her. She shivered, then held the bar, sliding her legs out to lower herself. She paused, waiting to see if he'd say anything else.

She didn't have long to wait because the touch of his tongue had her nipples hardening and her head leaning back. Cannon used his lips, tongue, and fingers to dive in. Each touch had new sensations rolling through her. His fingers sliding inside her had her clenching and shaking as wave after wave rolled through her.

Cannon gave her a few seconds, then he kissed her clit.

"That was perfect. Now let's see if we can help you relax a little more tonight, honey."

His voice calling her honey, his tongue and lips worshipping her, had her awash with sensations she hadn't experienced before. After the third one, she stopped counting and just held on to the bar and let Cannon continue worshipping her.

When he thrust three of his fingers inside her and sucked her clit, she came so hard she was positive the universe exploded because of the lights she saw.

"Stop," she whispered. He kissed her pussy and then helped her lie down beside him. He grabbed a washcloth he'd had on the bedside table, wiped off his face and then gently cleaned between her legs. Rolling it into a ball, he tossed it into their bathroom.

"Grab your pillows, honey, then cuddle up beside me. You and our daughters need sleep."

Jesse followed his directions and then clicked off the bedside light, shrouding the room in only the moonlight coming through the blinds.

"What about you?" Jesse asked, her hand sliding over to his hard cock.

Cannon's hand picked up her hand and placed it on his chest.

"This was for you. He'll calm down and wait his turn. And from now on, when you feel horny, you come tell me. I don't want you suffering."

Jesse smiled, then giggled. "I don't believe I've ever heard of horniness described as suffering. Has anyone died from horniness?"

Cannon's chest vibrated as he laughed at her. "No, I'm sure not, but I can't make this pregnancy easier for you. Your body is nourishing our girls. I can take care of the horniness though, so please let me."

"Okay," Jesse agreed.

Jesse laid there for a little bit, holding back sleep. In the dark of the night was when Cannon shared about his life growing up, and she didn't want to miss it if he wanted to talk. She waited, but he didn't say anything, just laid there beside her breathing deeply.

She believed they'd made strides toward moving their relationship forward, but she wondered how it would be when they had the girls here and had to go back to the real world. She was relaxed, but if he wasn't going to bring something up, she was. In bed at night was one of the few times they could guarantee they'd be alone.

"Have you thought about names for the girls yet?" Jesse said softly.

Cannon's body moved a little under her hand.

"I guess but not actual names, more I wonder what we should call them since we can't call them Sparky one and two."

Jesse chuckled and then leaned up a little to brush a kiss against Cannon's jaw. His beard wasn't quite as bristly since he wasn't trimming it close.

"I like this side of your personality."

"Have you thought of names yet?" Cannon asked.

"I know Clara has become very special to you and your grandmother was too. What if we did variations of their names? Maybe for Clara, we do Clarissa? Or with your grandmother's name Virginia, there's a lot of variations. I'm kind of partial to Ginny."

Cannon was quiet for a little bit, and Jesse let him think. The closer they became, the better she knew him, and he knew her. Sometimes Cannon needed time to think things through.

"I love that idea, but what about your mom? I know she was special to you."

Jesse patted Cannon's chest and closed her eyes. She loved that he was thinking about her feelings.

"We could always give them Kathryn as a middle name. Or we don't have to. I even thought about Franks as a middle name but couldn't make it sound right."

Cannon's hand grasped hers and held on tight. "I want to thank you for forgiving me." Cannon's voice broke, and Jesse could hear the tears in his voice. If she could find his dad, she'd teach him something.

"I thought I'd never have this. I never dreamed of kids because who would want my kids? I didn't believe anyone would ever want my brokenness. You could have kicked me out after everything I said, but instead, you let me in."

Jesse leaned up and wiped the tears off his face.

"Everyone is a little broken and bruised and needs to be given a little grace. Of course, I would forgive you. I love you, and you are genuinely sorry. And the more I know about you, the more I can understand why you did what you did. I'm on our side. We're a team."

She leaned over to brush a kiss against his face again, but Cannon turned, and his lips met hers. It wasn't the blazing passion from the night they'd been together. It was a slow, sweet claiming wrapped in the promise of their future. Each touch reminding her of his love. He pulled away and rubbed his nose against hers.

"Jesse Franks, I've arrived at that place where I can't imagine life without you."

"Ditto, Cannon."

He chuckled, then placed a quick kiss against her lips then laid back. For some reason, having Sarah check on his father was a thought that wouldn't leave her mind. She needed someone to dig into the girls' homelife anyway. She'd send a text in the morning.