Chapter 138

"It's been two weeks…" I murmured, looking out at the moon from my room's open window. It was a round and shiny thing that bathed us in its light.

The hand that was rubbing my hardened and naked belly stopped for a second before resuming its moves. Due to the shape of my body, the belly did not show until I was well into my third month. There was finally a bump showing!

"He'll come. We've been notified where he might be. And, if he's injured then traveling might not be easy for him." Ethan assured me, kissing the back of my head.

Days after Aaron and the group of soldiers did their search, the teen returned to let us know the people who had rescued Lucas were soldiers. According to military protocol, they had to take him back to their base, make a file, and then let him go. 

So, we had been waiting for him for two weeks since that day.

I hummed. I knew I had to be patient, but it was almost a month since I last saw Lucas. I missed him so much. Unlike the time Joseph went away for months due to work, Lucas disappeared without rhyme or reason. That was why I felt his absence much more.

"Should I distract you?" He purred as he nosed my ear. 

I wanted to reject him as we had already gone at it once. He had encouraged me to ride him like the first time we did it. I liked being on top, but it was tiring, especially with the imperceptible-but-still-there added weight. 

However, before I could voice out any words of rejection, my mouth let out an involuntary moan when his fingers brushed against my clit. 

"Or should I not?" He teased as his hand moved up again and innocently rested on the bump.

The sad thing was that, although I was not riled up, I wanted him to continue. I grabbed his mischievous hand, moved it up to my sensible breasts, and made him play with my nipples.

"Like it this way or harder?" He lovingly whispered, pinching and rubbing my nipples in a very soft and teasing way.

"…like that…" I sighed, enjoying the way his thumb circled the hard nub. I could already feel my intimate place getting wet.

"You wet already?" He bit the shell of my ear and he continued talking in that soft and purring tone. It made my stomach knot in pleasure.

"Mhm.. nn…" To not break the atmosphere, I tried my best to moan softly. I had to bite my lips, only let out whimpers when his leg got in between my legs and inspected how wet I was.

"Such a good girl. You earned a reward." I could picture his salacious grin. Since he was behind, my imagination ran wild.

He adjusted his position. I no longer felt his erection on my tailbone but lower. The hand that had been fondling my breasts lowered to guide his cock in between my folds.

Like that, he started to thrust. 

"How's it feel?" The arm I had been using as a pillow hooked around my neck, earning access to my abandoned breasts. 

"Feels good…" I tightly clenched on the sheets when he used his fingers to press the head against my clit. 

"Want me to continue…?" He trailed off as he once again rubbed my clit with the head of his leaking cock. "…or you want it in?" I gasped as he guided the head and almost breached my entrance.

He did the same over and over while I tried to coherently think on what I wanted. I opened my eyes and looked up at the moon. It watched attentively to what we were doing. 

"In…ah… I want it in…" I whimpered. I tightly closed my eyes as his cock stretched me in its way in. His huffs and puffs blew in ear. 

"So good… so hot." He praised as he nipped the back of my neck. When he moved his hips to adjust the angle, he touched a good spot, making me sharply moan. "Shh… it's late, Isabelle. We've to be quiet."

I frowned, displeased at his comment. How could I be quiet when he teased so much? 

"Move!" I hissed at him. He was the one who had to wake up early and he was taking so long!

His pace was torturously slow and his thrusts shallow. That allowed me to tighten my pussy from time to time to pleasure him. 

By the sound of his low groaning, he truly appreciated the effort. He liked it so much that he started pinching my clit over the hair-covered lips. I had to swallow several loud moans to the stimulation.

"… you close, Belle?" He breathlessly asked.

To my mild mortification, I really was close to my orgasm. Somehow, he noticed I liked it better when most of his cock was inside me while thrusting. 

Yeah, I loved Ethan's shallow and sharp pumping.

Same as I loved Joseph's gyrating hips.

As I loved Lucas' bruising grip on my hips. 

"…comin'… I'm coming…" I whimpered to his slow pace. I could feel everything inside… sending several shivers down my spine.

"Clamp on me… Tightly…" He pleaded. His fingers drawing big circles on my clit.

With a choked moan, my body became taut before convulsing to the pleasure of my orgasm. I initially and consciously tightened around his cock, and then I let the natural pulsing of my satisfied pussy do its job.

"Shit…" Ethan's pace became a bit erratic before also lowly groaning as his cum hotly shot inside me.

We laid there, panting and sharing limited caresses due to our position. Finally, when our heartbeats calmed and our breathing evened out, he tightly hugged me.

"Love you." He said, kissing my shoulder.

"Love you, too." I groggily returned. 

Neither wanted to move to clean ourselves, so we fell asleep joined like that.

We regretted our laziness the following morning when the crusted fluids pulled on some hairs. We hissed in pain, but otherwise laughed at our short pinch. 

Despite our late exercising, I was quite refreshed early in the morning. With such high energies, I tackled on breakfast. It had been a while since I last cooked, and I felt the lack of habit when the smoke of the burning wood choked me a bit.

Ethan, who had been helping me, shooed me out of the kitchen the moment I started coughing. So, he did the rest of the cooking while I cleaned the table.

"Morning, Belle!" Felix greeted me with great enthusiasm as he stepped out of the other room. He pecked my lips and rushed to do his morning ablutions. Since he started working at the store, he had become even more active.

One week ago, I went to the store as Felix told me Mrs. Attile had returned. 

First, she scolded me for 'lazing around'. I had not taken any sewing order since the matter with Lucas. Then, she profusely thanked me for not leaving Ginna alone. She had also been worried about leaving her alone when she went to Silver City.

Felix's help was the same as giving water to a dying man. 

Ginna was not dying, but she truly had it easier with someone – who was not pregnant like me – helping around. In the end, she was only left in charge of getting the money from the clients.

The reason for Mrs. Attile going to Silver City was that her cousin had sold my other dress. Meaning, even without working, I was still earning money. It was a rather convenient way to get some income. 

Of course, I first had to break my back sewing as many wedding dresses as possible.

Which, I was asked to do. 

Mrs. Attile's cousin had asked for a wedding dress for her oldest daughter who had become engaged recently. The cousin had even sent a painting of the teen for me to better design a dress. The wedding was supposed to be the following year, when the teen became a 'young woman' at sixteen.

It all smelled of a marriage of convenience.

However, I was no one to judge, so I only accepted the job.

I startled when I felt a pair of lips leave a wet kiss on my neck. I glared at the culprit who had no remorse on his face. "Good morning, Isabelle." He greeted with his hoarse voice from having just woken up.

My stomach tingled at the sound.

"Stop bothering our wife and go wash your face." Ethan saved me from the hooligan.

"Can't help it when she looks delectable while dazed." Joseph winked at me but otherwise did as told.

"Be careful, it's still hot." Ethan cautioned while serving the food. Sweet porridge with milk. 

We had to be very careful when we stored milk as it easily spoiled. Usually, we used it the same day we bought it. Cheese was more durable but we still used the same storing method as milk so it could last longer.

The matter with milk made us think it would be best if we had our own milking cow. However, we could not buy one because no one had time to take care of it. Joseph had his plate full with checking on the crops, the rabbits, the chickens and Sunset. We could not ask him to do more.

Everybody felt Lucas' absence when the matter of raising animals always came up.

We could not wait for his return anymore.

Just when that thought crossed my mind, there was a hard knock on the entrance gate.