Chapter 18

"Won't you tell me anything?" I'm dying for an explanation of all I just saw, but most of all, I need to know who was on the phone. It could be some kind of voice distortion device being used, but I don't think so. It was too clear, too human. Just too young.

"Why is there a kid involved in all this? Who…?"

"Come on, Mata Hari, that's enough for the day."

"But what happened? Why did the room go dark?" He ignored my questions and lifted me in his arms. I unceremoniously wrapped my arms and legs around him, suddenly turned on for no apparent reason.

"Hmm!"

"What, hmm? What does that mean?" He just smiled and kept walking until we ended up in our bedroom. I was very aware that the staff was still moving around downstairs getting dinner ready. But my senses were very heightened either by what I had just witnessed or my husband's strange behavior.

For this reason, I didn't complain when he let me down on my feet next to our bed or when he wordlessly unzipped and then lifted my dress off over my head. I stood still as he unhooked and removed my bra, and my pulse hastened when, instead of stripping me of my panties, he cupped my heat through them while lowering his mouth to mine.

My heart tripped and rolled in my chest as his tongue tangled with mine. The hand he placed behind my head to hold me in place only made me want to get closer. There is something revitalizing about making love when there are others around going about their business. What makes it even more so is that it's with my husband, who seems to have found a new passion for me.

I can't explain the craziness that has been my life these last few weeks. The highs and lows from first believing that my husband might be cheating to learning that that was not the case and then everything else that followed. It was as if my life had taken an unexpected turn, and there was nothing but excitement around every corner.

I can't remember the last time we made love while the rest of the house was alive like this, and for some reason, that thought made me hotter than hell. So, I did something I have always been too shy to do, even with my newfound daring.

I ripped his shirt off, sending all the buttons flying, and then bit his chest hard. His chuckle only inflamed me more, and he had to help get his pants off as if he was afraid I would hurt his cock. There was a slight chance of getting it caught in the zipper because it was a bit unruly.

Since he was acting as if he knew me so well, I had to up my game. So, he wasn't expecting the sly smile I gave him or for me to get to my knees in front of him and suck his cock into my mouth in one fell swoop.

I got my reward by his hand fisting in my hair. And the sounds he made as he fucked in and out of my mouth. Even my thoughts had become wanton as I imagined the pleasure I was giving him. Something teased at the edges of my mind, and it was as if my senses were heightened. And for a split second I was sure I was feeling what he was feeling, as if our minds had connected on another plane. It was a very profound feeling.

I sucked him to complete hardness before he dragged me up by my hair, threw me onto the bed, and drove into me. My wild scream was cut short by his lips covering mine. I was fever-hot and out of control, wanting more, needing more of him in me.

He teasingly held himself back and bit my lip when I raked my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. Our hips moved in unison, hard, fast, out of control, but it still wasn't enough. "More, more, more." I started chanting until he pushed the hair back from my face and looked into my eyes.

"No, I don't want to hurt you and them."

That stopped me in my tracks. "Them? What them?" He didn't answer, just gave me another one of his smiles, but when he put his hand between us and touched my tummy ever so gently my eyes widened with understanding. "Them?" I mouthed the word and he nodded, still with that smile on his face.

Before I could voice an opinion either way, he was moving again and I forgot all about how or why he would know that. It hadn't been that long since we started having sex without protection, but somehow the thought that I might be pregnant again after so long didn't fill me with dread but a kind of excitement that made me even more ravenous for his cock.

He was being extremely tender, which only made the fire of lust burn brighter within me, but no matter how I pushed and prodded, he wouldn't give in to my demands to go harder, faster, deeper.

It was a beautiful dance, like a horizontal ballet to the music in our heads and the magic in our eyes as they gazed lovingly into each other. I felt beautiful, wanted, and loved by the look in his eyes.

My breath hitched in my lungs when he ran the tip of his thumb along my lip. What is it about a man's stare as he's fixated on your mouth? There was a sudden, intense wave of feeling as everything around me became still. Everything that is, but his hard length as it probed my depths. I was never more aware of his eleven inches than I was then.

For a split second I saw myself through his eyes, saw the way we looked and felt to each other. His cock seemed to grow in length and width inside me, prodded on by what he saw in my mind. And in the next second, there was something warm, a kind of light, that glowed from his chest into mine and I felt love so strong it brought tears to my eyes.

"How many?" I whispered the question at a pivotal moment. When I felt his cock jerk inside of me as his body tensed. That was the precursor to him cumming. "Four!" His answer came just at the moment he exploded inside me.

He had the nerve to go back to life as usual after dropping that bombshell in my lap. I was in shock for at least the whole night. So much so that I had all but forgotten about Jessica and that whole ordeal. The shock didn't stop my greed for him, though, and now I had the added bonus of being sore on top of everything else.

Thoughts of that soreness brought to mind the way he had tried to ease the pain by spending more than an hour between my thighs, eating me out until I screamed myself hoarse. He'd gone downstairs to bring up our dinner that had been left warming, and we sat in the middle of our bed feeding each other with our fingers, something we hadn't done since the early days of our marriage.

Once we were done eating, I'd found myself splayed out on my back, and he was coming into me again, that same hunger burning brightly in his eyes. That had set off another few hours of loving before I was too sore and too tired to move. This time, I fell asleep with his tongue inside me, his way of apologizing for making me sore again.

This morning, I woke up with only one question on my mind. "You were teasing me last night, right? About being pregnant, I mean." He'd had the chef bring our breakfast upstairs, and we were having it out on the balcony in the early morning. It had been a while since we'd sat down to breakfast like this together.

I had grown into the habit of grabbing a cup of coffee in the morning and not eating anything until lunch, but Mark has decided that from now on, I will be having breakfast every day. That's one of the things that convinced me that he wasn't playing around. Now, he put down the knife he had been using to butter my toast.

"No, I wasn't. You're pregnant, about three weeks." My hand went to my tummy in shock, and I just kept looking at him in shock. Each time I started to speak, I lost my train of thought and had to start all over again. Then, it hit me that I had no idea how he felt about the idea.

"How do you feel? I know we thought we were done; the kids are already in college…"

"Do you remember how young and inexperienced we were with the triplets? And then when Junior came, we were barely any better because he was less than a year younger than the girls?"

"All the trial and error before things eased out and we could finally breathe again?"

"Yeah!" Why am I so nervous? Where is he going with this?

"Wouldn't it be fun to do it all over again, knowing what we know now?"

My excitement started to build, and then he covered my hand with his and smiled, and all my worry and angst just dissipated. "So, you're not mad."

"Why would I be mad about sharing that with you again? I'm looking forward to it. I can't wait to see you be a mother to babies again. I remember some very fond moments from the past.

No doubt he was thinking of his penchant for suckling my breasts and his taste for breast milk. It's not something I have ever shared with anyone else because I found it a bit taboo. But I have to admit that it was one of my fondest memories of that time as well.

"But four at once?"

"Not much different from having the girls and Junior less than a year apart. Forget all of that for now, though; I want to know that you realize this means an end to your spy days."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want you to stay away from this situation. If you put you or my children in danger, I'll punish you and not in the way that you like." Oh dear. He doesn't hand out threats that often, but when he does there's always a guarantee that he would carry them out.

"But I still don't know what happened."

"Nothing happened. She's gone, not dead, just gone from this town. Jack will be taken care of soon."

"What was that name she said there at the end?"

"The name of her boss, or who she knows to be her boss."

"What do you mean?" He wiped his mouth with his napkin and poured me more water, waiting until I took the first sip to carry on. "I mean that these low-level drones hardly ever know the real head of their organization. There are layers and layers to this thing, with factions spread all over the world."

"Their true leaders could be well hidden and never heard of before, or they could be moving among us every day. They're like Lernaean Hydra. You cut off one head, and another appears. The name she gave checks out, but we're certain he's just one level above him, and there are others higher up in the organization."

I was very pleased that he was actually taking the time to explain things to me and not brushing me off. I was still having a hard time believing that he was able to hide this other side of himself from me for so long. It was a noble thing, to be sure, but I guess I can see why he kept it as well hidden as he had.

I would have probably lived my life on the edge had I known about any of it. I now have a better understanding of his capabilities, something he had downplayed in the past, and that, too I guess I can understand.

I have no issue with his sixth sense or the fact that it is more powerful than he let on before, and I'm sure when he says that he doesn't abuse his abilities in our relationship, that he respects my privacy and my right to close myself off from him if I choose to that he's being absolutely honest with me.

I feel closer to him somehow because he can see certain aspects of me and still love me the way he does, which is a huge compliment. Now, his warmth and ease in the face of this new situation with the pregnancy are helping me overcome any doubts and fears I might have. But I'm not so sure about stepping back from the case. Maybe my new friends on the island can help me get around him.

"Don't even think about it." Well damn!