Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [68]
“I didn’t think it would work,” Netherland whispered, feeling the fullness of him buried deep inside of her.
He smiled down at her. “I told you it would. Now I will give you my sons.”
“Sons?”
His lips tilted into a smile. “Yes, three of them. You’re going to have triplets, Netherland.”
Not waiting for her reaction to his announcement, he took her mouth in his the moment his body began moving inside of her, slowly, carefully easing in and out. His nostrils flared as the musky scent of their mating began filling the air. A low, strangled groan caught in Ashton’s throat when Netherland wrapped her legs around him, drawing him even deeper into her body. He picked up the pace of their mating, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth with the same rhythm as his body was pumping in and out of her. He swallowed her groan when he felt her body begin climaxing beneath him. A guttural groan was ripped from his chest as the pleasure that racked her body filtered to his, making his body explode with the violent force of his release that spilled forth like a tidal wave, a flash flood, deep within her womb, stripping the very essence of his soul. For him nothing had ever felt so complete, so right and so perfect.
The heaving beating of Ashton’s heart matched Netherland’s, and the sheer magic of what they had just shared made contentment settle over her as the last ripple of passion overtook them. Dazed, she looked up into his eyes and whispered the one Cherokee word he had taught her that day.
“Wa-Do.” Which meant thank you.
Chapter 19
Over and over, all through the night and the morning after, Ashton made love to Netherland, releasing all the love and desire that had been building between them from the first time they met.
And still he wanted more.
It was as if once he had tasted the essence of her passion, he couldn’t get enough. It was close to noon, and they still hadn’t gotten out of bed. She lay pinned beneath him as he moved his body in and out of hers, increasing the tempo with each and every soft moan she made. Locking her hands over her head, he rode her to sweet oblivion with every ounce of energy he owned while animalistic growls of pleasure rose in his chest and were ripped from his throat.
Netherland wrapped her legs around Ashton, tight, sealing their bodies, binding them as one. Jagged streaks of pleasure washed over her as they mated over and over, nearly driving her to the brink of insanity as he continued to withdraw and plunge deeper and deeper inside of her.
And then it happened, for the umpteenth time, they climaxed together, spilling into each other. Instinctively she spread her legs wide in response, lifted her hips to receive all he was giving, drawing him farther into her body and the very essence of her being. She opened her eyes and looked up at him and saw the taut lines etched on his face as they both spun out of control while he flooded her womb with his seed.
Finally, without caring that they hadn’t eaten a meal since the evening before, they fell into an exhausted sleep, warm, comfortable and satiated in each other’s arms.
Netherland, whose body still hummed with the aftershocks of their marathon lovemaking, suddenly came awake when she remembered something. She rose up on her elbow to look down at Ashton. “Triplets? You were teasing last night, weren’t you?”
Ashton slowly opened his eyes and gazed up at her. “No, I wasn’t teasing. You will have triplets.”
“But—but that’s not possible.”
Ashton smiled lazily. “Anything is possible, Netherland.”
Pushing one hand through her hair, Netherland lay back in bed as she absorbed Ashton’s words. She then looked at the man lying beside her. “Sons? So they will be boys?”
“Yes.”
“And you saw this in one of your visions?”
“Yes.” Rolling to the side, Ashton grabbed a pillow and jammed it beneath his head. “Does giving birth to more than one