Chapter 7 - part 2 chapter 3

By the time they got home, she was already asleep. Her head slumped against the seat, he opened the passenger door and rubbed her belly to wake her. "Love" he kissed her forehead.

"Mmm" she groaned in response. "We're home, let's get you inside" He helped her up and out of the truck, his hands guiding her to the door and into the house.

She slumped onto the bed, her belly up, her feet barely touching the floor. "I feel like a beached whale right now" she mumbled.

"Looks who's here to rescue you then" he laughed in response. He peeled her out of her jeans, one leg at a time. He groaned, her belly smothering his hands between her thighs. He pushed her thighs apart, her belly slipping downward, and pushed himself between them. His posture bent as he lifted her shirt and began kissing her belly, a handful of it in his hands.

"No no, not tonight baby" she pressed a hand against his head. "I'm exhausted. I just wanna sleep". He laid his head down just below her breasts, "Dammit Bella".

"Please.." she purred at him, her hands fingering his dark brown hair.

"What am I suppose to say? No? Force you? Whatever." he pulled out from her and walked to the dresser, pulling out one of his large T-Shirts and throwing it at her, it landed on her stomach.

"Wow, thank you so much, you're such a gentleman when you don't have your way!" she said sarcastically.

His back to her, he didn't say anything in reply, but instead pulled the shirt he had on over his head. His muscles flexed back and forth; faded scars of his childhood traced his body, the larger ones on his back, some of them on his arms and chest. He unbuckled his pants, coming out of them and threw his outfit into the dirty clothes basket.

He walked back to the bed and while avoiding her sexually, pulled the shirt she had on off, released her bra, and switched it for his T-Shirt. She rolled over, getting on all fours, her belly dropping onto the bed and crawled to her side of the bed, laying down. "Are you coming to bed?"

"So I can not touch you?" No thank you." he said coldly.

"Really Ezra? You're acting like a little boy right now, and the last time I checked, we were both grown ass people!" she snapped.

He rushed and grabbed a fitsful of the bedsheets beside her, "You're pushing my ***ing buttons woman" he threatened, his face inches away from hers. He stared at her wildly, seeing red, until he seemed to catch himself, pulling back immediately.

"I..." he fumbled with what to say. She wouldn't look at him, her eyes down.

"Goodnight" she said meekly, turning her body away from him and curling up.

He stood there, staring at her, her back turned to him. Emotions flooded him as held his breath and he walked out the room, closing the door behind him.