Knocking on Helen’s Door by Eve Langlais
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“Sure. Where should we go?”Julio totally endorsed the idea of leaving. He still couldn’t believe they’d manage to spring Helen. Especially since his plan had been more about drawing eyes on him while the real scheme happened in the background. A scheme that had failed to produce as expected.
Instead, he was saved by his pregnant wife.
Fuck him. She was carrying his child.
“I don’t know,” Helen mused aloud. “It sounds strange to say, yet I didn’t mind Hell. Although the food and television are better on Earth.”
“My place, then?” he said to clarify as he began drawing the magic for the portal home.
She kissed his chin as she whispered, “My place is wherever you are.”
So why not somewhere tropical? Julio adjusted his target location and stepped through with Helen.
The employees at the hotel in the Bahamas didn’t bat an eye as they checked in, having arrived seemingly on foot with no luggage. His crimson credit card, registered with Hell’s Only Bank, afforded them a villa on the ocean.
Helen’s eyes widened with appreciation as he showed her true luxury. “This is so nice.”
“Only the best for you, Curls.” He closed the door and watched as she explored, suddenly not meeting his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Are you upset about how things happened?” He’d worried she might not want to return, that her love for him would have been erased.
“No.” She whirled and finally faced him. “I didn’t want to leave. Theodore stole me, and then once they got me to Heaven, they tried to make me forget you.”
He brushed a hand down her cheek. “I never stopped looking.” The pearly gates tended to move around and, even if found, only opened for angels or acceptable souls.
Julio was neither. He’d spent many days stalking the entrance, trying to find a weakness.
She put her hand on his chest. “You came for me.”
“Always, Curls. I’d die again for you. ’Cause I love you.” He kissed her, and his world finally felt right again as she kissed him back.
The bed was wide enough for them to lie side by side, both their hands touching. Stripping clothes. Stroking.
He slid a finger into her and found her wet. Ready.
She sighed as he thrust into her. Then cried out as he kept grinding and fucking her until she damn well came hard and then pounded faster until she came again, milking him with the intensity of her orgasm.
He collapsed beside her but kept her tucked against his skin. Nuzzled her hair. And placed a hand on her belly. She lay hers atop.
“Does our child really grow in there?” she asked as if uncertain.
He couldn’t speak, just nod, overwhelmed at the feel of the little person inside her.
“I love you,” she said softly.
He made love to her again, gently, and yet it was powerful. Soul shaking.
As they lay together after, their bodies cooling, a shiver went through them, as if existence itself were shaken.
Helen gasped.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Our Father, who was angry in Heaven, has escaped.”
