Crap. Trisha nodded, sexually frustrated, as Slade suddenly moved his legs and forced her thighs open wider. Her body ached with the need to cl**ax but she tried to ignore it until she watched Slade grab the baby lotion again. He poured it on his fingers a second time before they dipped under the water. Trisha moaned when he teased her clit.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he ordered softly. “I am still really swollen.”

She didn’t care. The pleasure became too overpowering from what his fingers were doing to her as he played with her swollen bud, rubbing circles and coaxing moans from her. Slade moved inside her gently, not withdrawing far, and just f**ked her deep. The pressure she experienced from his swelling and the feeling of his fingers manipulating her sex had her shouting his name when she threw her head back against him. Sheer rapture tore through her as the cl**ax gripped her. Slade growled.

“Forget me hurting you.” He gripped her hips, holding her very still. “You’re killing me, sweet thing. God, you clamp around me so hard it hurts. That will teach me to let you come first.”

“Sorry.” She didn’t mean it in the least.

He chuckled. “It’s a good way to go.” His lips brushed her neck. “Relax, Doc.”

She elbowed him. “You’re inside. What’s the rule?”

“Ouch. Sorry, Trisha.”

“Stop calling me Doc.”

“But it’s what you are.”

Trisha turned enough to see his face and clenched her muscles. Slade winced.

“I give. I’ll stop calling you Doc. You’re squeezing me to death. Swelling, remember?”

She smiled and relaxed against Slade. “Now you get to hold me. I really love that whole swelling thing.”

“So did I until you nearly squeezed me to death.”

Trisha grinned and reached for the washcloth. “I’ll make it up to you.”

* * * * *

Trisha couldn’t look away from a smiling Slade as she grinned back. Brass sighed loudly.

“Is this how it’s going to be until that baby arrives? You two will make me lose this fine turkey sandwich dinner. I know you keep rubbing her thigh under the table, Slade.”

Trisha turned her gaze on Brass. “It is a great sandwich. Thank you for making them. I love the bacon you added.”

“Yes,” Slade chuckled. “We’re going to be having lots of sex until and after the baby arrives. I love to touch her and I plan on doing it often.”

The phone rang. Slade winked at Trisha and rose to retrieve the phone. He turned his back to the table, talking quietly.

“Are you feeling better now? No more sickness?” Brass gave her a concerned stare.

“I’m good.” She took a bite of her sandwich. “I mostly feel sick in the afternoons.”

“I thought it was morning sickness.”

She shrugged. “Tell it to the baby.”

Brass laughed. “It won’t listen.”

“Exactly my point.”

Slade hung up and sighed as he returned to the table. Trisha’s smile died at the irritated expression he wore.

“What is it?”

Slade sat. “There are just more problems to deal with. I can’t wait until we can close Reservation to workmen and actually secure it.”

“More troubles?” Brass stopped eating. “Something else has happened?”

“You could say that.” Slade stood again and left the dining room to enter the kitchen. Seconds later he returned with a soda. He popped the top and took a sip as he retook his seat. “The three attackers who survived yesterday are claiming to be part of a new branch of a human hate group who’ve sworn to make us sell the land and leave the area. They are boasting that yesterday just marked the beginning of the trouble we will endure if we stay. We still have a lot of construction to finish and we need the workers to complete it. Any of them could be members of this new group.”

“Was their intent yesterday to kill a few of us or did they have bigger plans than attacking the cabin?” Brass growled the words.

“Their objective, according to one of them, was to destroy any remote structures and kill any of our kind they came across. They knew they’d be attacked if they targeted the bigger structures such as the hotel with all of our security in place. We know they succeeded with the cabin. One of the human males knew the old woman who used to live in Valiant’s house. I guess since Valiant never removed all the woman’s belongs, when they reached the second floor, he decided the woman must still live there and they left. Otherwise they were going to torch the place. They were stopped before they could find more homes to attack.”

“That Victorian is such a beautiful house.” Trisha shook her head. “What jerks.”

“I’m more pissed about their attack on you.” Slade looked grim. “They could have killed you. Every hour I had some of our men do a head check on the humans but now we have to do it every half hour. They had over twenty minutes to cause trouble before we noticed they were gone. I’m also going to have to put tracking systems on all vehicles that enter Reservation and have them monitored. They smuggled guns past our security, which alarms me too. We see a lot of vehicles coming in with building supplies and tools. That’s going to slow things down since we have to check every inch of anything coming through the gates now. Our people are already exhausted.”

“Tell Justice you need more men.” It sounded simple enough to Trisha.