Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance (49 page)

Slightly less desperate.

I used my hands to toy with her, bringing her to orgasm again and again. One time I did it just by playing with her nipples. Other times I circled my fingers on her clit until she rocked against me, her body convulsing sweetly.

Around dawn I finally let loose, holding her hips steady while I drove into her again and again. I felt lightning shoot up from the base of my spine through my cock as I came. Rosie came with me, her body coaxing every last bit of orgasm from my body.

I had never known it could be like this.

I smiled as I pulled the blanket back over us, not pulling out of her for an instant.

It was almost funny, considering I had been as celibate as a monk these past few months. I was more than making up for it now. I had all kinds of plans of what we could do together. Dirty, naughty things.

Now that I had Rosie.

Rosalie

I knew it was silly, but I was embarrassed. Nico was laughing at me as I said the same thing over and over again. He kissed my cheeks, teasing me about how pink they were as we got dressed to go downstairs for breakfast.

"I wonder if they heard us. I hope they didn't hear us."

Nicholas insisted on helping me get dressed. He was fussing over me, treating me like a porcelain doll. It was ridiculous, considering I had been doing manual labor for almost two months now.

It was true though, that I was careful not to lift anything too heavy. Everyone else here looked out for me, especially now that they knew about the baby. They made it easy, gave me the lightest chores, made sure I didn't deal with the animal refuse or anything that could harm the baby. Still, I worked from sun up to sun down, just like everyone else.

Well, except when I was puking.

My cheeks were bright red as we sat down at the table.

It was silent for a minute. And then everyone broke into loud cheers and whistles.

Nick leaned down and whispered in my ear, sending spirals of pleasure through my body.

"I think they heard us."

I felt my whole body turn pink as he sat down beside me.

"I'd like to help out with the cooking, if that's alright."

Julio nodded.

"We heard you are pretty good at that. Among other things."

They all laughed. Nico seemed to take it in stride. But I felt embarrassed.

Happy, but embarrassed.

I thought about what had happened last night as we ate. I knew it had been inevitable. Everything that happened last night would have happened sooner or later. That's just the way it was between us. I had planned on making him wait a bit longer though.

I glanced at Nicholas shyly. He was so handsome. So kind. So wonderful to me. I decided it didn't matter either way.

If he wanted to be with me, and be a father to our child, I would be grateful.

"Come on, Nick. Time to start helping out."

I watched as Al and Julio pulled Nick outside. I looked at Lisa. She leaned over and whispered to me.

"I think Nick is about to get hazed."

"Oh no."

"Don't worry, they are just going to put him through his paces."

She smirked at me, sipping her coffee.

"Since he put you through yours last night."

I blushed and bent my head, forcing myself to eat some toast with fruit preserves. I knew it would probably come up again soon, but I needed food. I was feeling a bit tired come to mention it...

"So. What did you guys talk about?"

I stopped eating to look at her.

"Well, we didn't exactly talk."

Lisa grinned at me.

"Tell me everything."

I laughed.

"I never kiss and tell."

She pouted.

"Spoil sport. Oh well, at least one of us is getting laid."

I laughed and helped her clean the table. Whoever lingered last did it, girls or boys. It was another thing I loved about this place. We washed and dried the dishes quickly, having another cup of coffee before we headed out.

Well, she had coffee. I had weak tea. The whole time she gave me longing looks. I knew she wanted the gory details. But I didn't want to talk about Nico. Not yet.

"You're really not going to tell me are you?"

I shook my head, smiling apologetically. She sighed dramatically and winked.

"Come on, let's go feed the hens."

I nodded and grabbed an apron from the rack by the door.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nicholas

Squish.

I looked down at my Italian leather shoes. I had just stepped in goat shit. Again.

I smiled. Nothing was going to get me down today.

Later, I would put on a pair of more practical shoes. Right now I was doing something far more important.

Proving myself.

Establishing dominance.

Taking my place in the pecking order.

Basically, I was making sure the guys that had looked after Rosie all these weeks didn't hate me. I would hate me too if I were them. But apparently, they were the ones who had made her listen to the article.

They were really enjoying telling that story again and again.

How the magazine cover had made her face go pale. How she'd refused to read it.

How she'd vomited midway through.

That had been the baby of course. But still. If they wanted to make me feel lower than a snake, they had done it. Not that I needed any help in that department.

I bent down, heaving another shovel full of goat dung. It wasn't so bad really. They mostly ate hay. It didn't smell too bad. Well, except when it was fresh.

Once the area was clear I would make a clean pile of hay. They slept in this covered enclosure, and did everything else here too apparently. Snacked, rutted, pooped.

They pooped a lot.

I shook my head. Cute they might be. But goats were smelly.

I worked twice as fast as everyone else. They were mostly just telling me stories about Rosie. How sad she'd been when she got here. How the locals serenaded her whenever she went into town.

How she had had multiple marriage offers from the men in the village, all without speaking a word of Spanish.

I said nothing. I just bent, lifted and tossed the dung into the hole I'd already dug in the ground. Apparently, that's what they did with dung.

"Uh oh."

"What?"

I stopped, wiping my shirt sleeve over my brow.

"It's time for her morning puke. Way to go, dude."

I looked over my shoulder in time to see Rosie running for the bushes. I handed Al my shovel and took off without a word. I followed her, feeling helpless while I watched her heave.

"You okay?"

She held her hand back, waving it at me. I frowned. It seemed horrible that she went through this every day. If I had felt guilt before, now I felt actual gut wrenching shame.

"Let me get you a drink."

She leaned against the wall, wiping her mouth.

"Thanks."

She followed me back to the house and sat on the porch steps while I got her a glass of water. She took it gratefully and sipped, the color gradually coming back to her cheeks.

"Every day?"

She nodded.

"I'm lucky. I read that some women are sick all day, every day. All nine months. Hopefully this will be over soon."

I frowned.

"Should you see a doctor?"

She gave me a glance.

"I did see a doctor. Julio takes me to Granada every other week."

"I will take you next time."

She smiled at me.

"I would like that. I kind of wish you hadn't seen that though."

"What? You think I can't handle a little puke?"

She giggled. I sat down beside her.

"You look particularly beautiful while vomiting."

Now she was laughing, a bit of water dripping down her chin. I brushed her hair behind her ear.

"You're a mess."

"And you smell like goat shit."

I shrugged.

"I'm a farmer. That's how we smell sometimes. It's a manly scent."

She was giggling as I took the glass from her.

"More?"

She shook her head. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Then I let my lips wander over to her ear.

"I have an idea."

"What?"

"Let's go swimming."

Rosalie

I followed Nick through the woods along the rough path. It was originally an animal path that we widened and smoothed out. There were even rough stone steps built into a few spots where it was steep. It wasn't too muddy today thankfully. The heat dried out the ground pretty fast around here.

He smiled over his shoulder at me as he pulled me along. I stared at our hands intertwined. It felt right.

A week ago, I thought I would never see him again.

But now...

"Let's get you out of these dirty clothes."

I laughed.

"What, so I can get right back into them again later?"

He shrugged.

"I'm living in the moment."

I held my breath as he peeled his shirt off. It was sticking to his muscular frame. I licked my lips unconsciously and he grinned at me, reaching for his pants.

I felt shy suddenly, turning around. I heard a low chuckle and the sound of his clothes hitting the ground. Then I felt his hands tugging at my shirt.

His breath tickled my ear as he gave me orders in a husky voice.

"Lift your arms."

I took a deep breath and did as he asked. I felt the air hit my skin as he pulled my top up and over my head. Then he reached for the waist of my jeans. He undid them and tugged them down over my hips. Then he rolled my panties down to my ankles.

"Lift your leg."

He pulled off one of my boots, and then the other. I was totally naked. I knew without turning around that he was also.

Somehow I felt
extra
naked.

Maybe it was because we were outside. Or because we hadn't seen each other naked in the daylight in so long. Whatever it was, it was extremely erotic.

I tried to calm my breathing but I was practically hyperventilating. I had never been so nervous and excited at the same time.
 

That's when he nipped my ass, grazing my cheek with his teeth.

"I have missed this particular part of you... almost as much as your heart."

I closed my eyes as his arms closed around me.
 
His lips were on my neck, his hands were... everywhere. He tweaked my nipples, making me arch my back against him. His tongue licked my neck as he reached between my thighs. He stroked me until I was dripping. I rocked back against his erection, moaning.

He chuckled again, tasting his finger.

"Very nice. I had something else in mind today though..."

I gasped as he lifted me up, walking straight into the pool. The cool water felt so good on my sticky, hot skin. He was warm against me, providing a sharp contrast to the crystal clear water.

"Let me clean you up a bit before I take what I want."

I let him run his hands over me. He seemed particularly focused on my bottom. I wondered if that meant he wanted to do it that way...

Oh!

He slipped a finger inside me.

He definitely wanted to.

"Oh Rosie... you're so tight..."

He used one hand on my clit and the other on my bottom as I stood in the water, submerged to my shoulders. I leaned my head against his chest as he toyed with me, utterly focused.

"Hmmmm Rosie... yes, that's it...."

I was rocking my hips against him as I felt him slip another finger inside my bottom. It felt good, almost too good. Like I was going to come just from that alone.

I started to shake as it hit me, the orgasm taking me by surprise. He turned me, pressing me against a sun warmed rock at the edge of the pool. Then I felt the tip of his cock press against my ass.

He grunted as he pushed himself inside me. He penetrated me slowly, but without stopping. He didn't pause until he was fully seated in my ass. He held me firmly in place. Then he flexed his hips, working his cock inside me at the deepest level.

He was making low sounds, like an animal, his breath on the back of my neck. I was held immobile by his cock as he rocked in and out of me without pulling out more than an inch. It was so deep, so intense that I knew I was close to coming again.

It was just a matter of time.

Seconds, or minutes?

That's when his hands moved to my nipples, tweaking them. I cried out, my body rocking backwards as I came. I was aching between my thighs in need as he groaned, fucking me harder now.

His hands stayed where they were, fingering my nipples as I came endlessly.
 

"Nico... please..."

He bit my shoulder and reached down, lower. His fingers found my pussy lips and started to apply the pressure I so desperately craved. His cock seemed to lurch inside me as he started to ride me harder and faster.

My body felt like one big raw nerve, being pleasured from every direction. His hot skin against my back. The warm hard rock. His cock inside me. The cool water. The sun. His fingers, relentlessly circling my clit.

I screamed as I came this time. He groaned as his cock released inside me at the same time. He drove forward harder.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. Both of us were still shaking as he whispered against my ear.

"I love you Rosie."

I smiled, draped sleepily over the rock.
 

"And I've been wanting to do that since I heard the word 'waterfall'."

I laughed.

"If I had the strength, I would slap you. Not hard of course."

He was still inside me, his body curved over mine.

"Marry me Rosie."

I looked over my shoulder at him.

"What?"

He grinned, flexing his hips. He was hard again.

"I promise to be a good husband."

He reached down and squeezed my tits playfully.

"Very, very good."

"I- oh!"

He started fucking me again. I was in shock, from the things he was doing to my body. And what he had said. He had asked me to marry him... did he mean it?"

"Marry me."

He kept saying it as he plowed into me from behind. He said it as he brought me to the edge, again and again.