and she began to rock against him. Ryker groaned, using his free hand to tilt her head back and deliver a searing kiss. The angle was awkward but Max didn’t care. She was just getting prepared for the mammoth task of rolling over when Sunshine chose that moment to punch her right in the vag. At least, that’s what it felt like to Max. Like an internal uppercut. Max gasped and began swearing, the lingering heaviness between her legs that always accompanied such jabs making her want to sit up. Ryker, of course, let go of her like she was a hot potato. But he did help her sit up straighter.
“Uh, sorry. I got a little carried away,” Ryker said, looking sheepish and gorgeous with his dark eyes and rumpled hair. He was now standing beside the bed, rubbing her shoulders.
Max licked her lips, eyes darting to the erection outlined in his boxer briefs. “Not carried away enough.”
Ryker pointed a finger at her. “No. Stop it, you minx. No orgasms for you.”
“How about an orgasm for you then?” Max suggested, before reaching out and cupping her man’s heavy dick. She got away with a few strokes over the fabric of his underwear before he stepped back, breathing hard.
“Max …” Ryker warned, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly with his quick breaths.
Max pouted. “You and your stupid rules.” When they had stopped having intercourse, Ryker had also banned all orgasms of all sorts. Even for himself. Something about solidarity and not asking Max to do anything he wasn’t willing to do himself. Thinking about it now, Max decided it was the most romantic thing he had ever done for her. The thought made her laugh and shake her head. She held up her hands in surrender. “Fine. You win.”
“You’re still the most beautiful vision I have ever seen in my life. I love you very much,” Ryker told her, the sunlight at his back making him look like a hero from mythology.
Max felt her eyes tear up – she was far more emotional than she used to be. “I love you very much too.”
Ryker bent down, kissing away the two tears that escaped before nibbling on her lips, coaxing them open. Max opened willingly and allowed the sensual kiss to spin out, creating tension but also satisfaction. So that when Ryker finally pulled back with a final kiss to her forehead, Max didn’t feel horny. She felt cherished. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked.
Ryker winked at her, “Ask me that again a couple of months after Sunshine is born.”
Max grinned. “Deal.”
After waddling her way to the bathroom and peeing an embarrassingly small amount considering how full her bladder felt, she felt the Order link flare up. The voices were muffled, which meant someone was talking to Ryker. Max could have easily listened in, but she always respected the privacy of her friends. She may be their liege, but sometimes what they had to say was for Ryker only. Ryker didn’t look concerned as he absently scratched at his wriggling coat of arms, so Max continued to get dressed. Sure, a lazy Sunday was planned. But she was up and moving now, so she may as well put pants on. She had taken to sleeping in Ryker’s t-shirts, which even at eight months pregnant, were still roomy on her. They were fast moving into spring and although most days were clear and sunny, the air was still sometimes cool. As such, she dressed in maternity leggings, a maternity singlet that had a built-in self-bra, and left an unbuttoned light flannel shirt on over the top. She hadn’t been able to wear a bra with underwire since she was fourteen weeks along and it had been an adjustment to wear wireless maternity bras. With her breast size, she just didn’t feel supported without wire. But that wasn’t really an issue now because her baby bump did a pretty good job of acting as a ledge for her tits.
Moving out of the walk-in, she found Ryker pulling on cargo pants and a t-shirt. She watched him cover up that amazing chest of his with a small sigh. He really was amazing to look at. And he was all hers. Sometimes she could still hardly believe it. Moving closer to him, she saw a small frown on his face. Thinking of her Order, she asked, “Problem?”
Ryker shook his head, “No. I don’t think so. That was Darius, your mother and