Maya Banks - Colters’ Wife

Her hands curled trustingly around his neck. The baby kicked and rolled against his chest, and his grip tightened around her as a surge of emotion swept through him.

Careful not to jostle her, he set her down on the bed. He reached for the covers and pulled them down, working them around her body. When he was finished, he crawled in beside her and pulled the comforter back over them.

He held her close to him, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, baby,” he murmured. “I don’t want you to think the wrong thing about why I wouldn’t make love to you.”

She grimaced and then her lips turned up into a rueful smile.

“You’re way too overprotective, but I love you dearly,” she said. “And I understand why. I don’t agree, but I’m not taking it personally.”

“Good. Because, baby, if I wanted you any more, I’d spontaneously combust. But if I hurt you… I’d never forgive myself.”

She smoothed her hand across his cheek and cupped his jaw in her palm. “Stop torturing yourself. Just hold me. I need you so much.”

His heart turned over, and he felt such a strong rush of love at her words. “I need you too. You’ll never know just how much. I’d do anything for you. I hope you know that.”

She rose up to kiss him. “If I promise not to try and rape you anymore, would you stop avoiding me?”

He burst out laughing. He held her close, his chest shaking them both as he chuckled. “I’ll make you a deal. Just as soon as you have our baby and have sufficient time to heal, I’ll let you rape me all you want.”

Holly moved around the kitchen, humming softly to herself. As she put the last of the dishes away, she checked her watch. The guys were out exercising the horses and would be gone for a little while yet.

She felt up for some fresh air and a short walk. Her back had been nagging at her all morning, and maybe if she could get out and stretch, she’d feel better.

She exited the house and set out on the path beyond the barn. She loved exploring the land surrounding their cabin. There was always a spectacular view to be had, no matter which direction she went.

Today, she circled behind the barn and headed into the trees up a gentle incline. She knew once she reached the top of the slope she’d be able to look out over a small valley and the river that cut through it.

She paused at varying intervals as the stitch in her side increased in intensity. God, she’d become such a wimp since becoming pregnant. She leaned against a tree for support as she heaved for breath.

She looked up and gauged the remaining distance. Not too far and then she’d sit on her favorite rock and enjoy the view.

When she reached the top, she paused a moment, putting a hand to her back while she stared down at the running river. She turned her head to locate the bolder she usually sat on when a cramp rippled through her abdomen, knocking her off balance.

She panicked as her foot slipped over the edge. She wobbled precariously, fighting for balance. For a moment, she seemed suspended in midair. Then she fell backwards.

Her fingers grasped at the ground, knocking against rocks and roots and she landed with a thud and slid rapidly down the incline toward the river below.

Pain shot up her leg when her foot caught between two rocks and her ankle twisted. But it stopped her downward progress and she came to a jarring halt.

When she was sure she wouldn’t plunge down any further, she curled her arms around her belly, feeling for the baby’s movements. Mentally, she took stock of where she hurt.

Her ankle throbbed, and she looked down to see her foot still solidly stuck between two large rocks. When she tried to reach down with her hand to shove at the stones, her shoulder protested vehemently.

Damn it.

She was okay. She was reasonably sure nothing was broken. Her shoulder hurt like the devil, probably just pulled, and her ankle had received a good wrenching. If she could wrest her foot free, she could crawl back up the incline.

Another tremor began low in her back and spread around to the front of her belly, tightening uncomfortably. She rubbed with her free hand and tried to keep her right shoulder motionless.

Well, this was a fine mess. But she knew she didn’t have to worry. She might have to hang out here for a bit, but the guys would find her. They’d return from riding and probably freak when they couldn’t find her.

A twinge of guilt nagged at her. She shouldn’t have gone walking until they returned, but she hadn’t imagined falling, not when she’d walked this path so many times before without incident.

They’d be worried until they found her, but find her they would. Of that she was confident. Until then, she’d just have to try to relax. Maybe even take a little nap to get her mind off her aching back and her throbbing ankle.

Her abdomen tightened again, and she soothed her hand over her belly, trying to work away the discomfort. Then she closed her eyes and willed herself to be patient.

* * *

Holly opened her eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She shivered as the cool evening air blew over her skin.

Raw, aching pain centered in her stomach and gathered in her groin. Her back felt as though someone was stabbing a fire poker in it.

She shifted, trying to sit up but quickly fell back when her body protested.

The sun had sunk in the sky and dusk wasn’t far off. For the first time, fear prickled down her spine. Why hadn’t they found her yet? She had no desire to be here after dark. Damn it, she wanted to go home and spend the night in the arms of the men she loved.

A sound had her turning her head upward. She strained to hear. Had she heard her name?

The harsh shout grew closer.

She struggled to try and free her foot to no avail. Knowing she had no choice but to hope they would hear her, she threw back her head and yelled as loudly as she could.

A few seconds later, dirt and rock rained down on her head.

“Holly?”

“Ryan! I’m down here!” she shouted hoarsely.

A few seconds later, Ryan slid down the incline. Before she could utter a sound, he pulled her into his arms. “Oh my God, Holly, are you all right? What happened?”

His hands shook as he stroked over her body, touching her, reassuring himself that she was okay. He reached down and fumbled with the radio clipped to his hip.

“Adam, Ethan, I’ve found her. She fell down the incline behind the barn. Up where she likes to sit.”

He tossed the radio to the side even as the others responded that they were on their way.

“Are you hurt?” he asked anxiously. “What happened?”

“My foot is caught,” she said. “I twisted my ankle. I couldn’t get it free. And I think I pulled my shoulder out, but I can move it so I don’t think it’s bad.”

Ryan bent over her trapped foot and gently pried it loose. He ran his fingers over the tender areas. “I don’t think it’s broken,” he said, relief evident in his voice. “It’s swollen, but it looks to just be a sprain.”

Her breath caught as her belly tightened again, this time much more painful than before. “Oh!”

Ryan yanked his gaze to her, worry creasing his brow. “What’s wrong?”

A sudden gush of wetness surged between her legs. Followed by yet another spasm low in her belly. Oh God, she was so stupid. She was in labor. Wasn’t it supposed to hurt more than this? All she’d felt was a mild discomfort. Minor tightening, but the problem was she’d been feeling it all day. Had she been in labor that long?

“Ryan, I think my water just broke.” She tried to keep the anxiety out of her voice but knew she failed miserably. “And it hurts. I think I’m in labor.”

Ryan paled. “How long?”

“All day, I think.”

He cursed long and hard. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he demanded. “Why did you come out here?”

Tears filled her eyes as another contraction left her breathless. “I didn’t know,” she gasped out as a tear spilled over onto her cheek. “I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

He gathered her in his arms and rocked back and forth. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was just so scared. God, we couldn’t find you anywhere. I was so afraid of losing you.” He raised his head and looked around. “God damn it, where are they?”

She stiffened in his arms again and moaned softly as another contraction struck.

Ryan’s hand shook as he checked his watch. “That wasn’t even two minutes from the last.”

“Ryan!”

Holly and Ryan both looked upward as Adam shouted down to them.

“Down here! I’ll need help getting her back up,” Ryan called. He looked at Holly and squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you.”

She squeezed back. “I know you will.”

Adam slid down a few seconds later and knelt beside Holly, deep concern etched in his face. “Are you okay, baby?”

She nodded.

“She’s in labor, Adam.”

Adam jerked around to Ryan. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Holly said dryly.

“Fuck,” Adam swore. “We’ve got to get her the hell out of her and down the mountain.”

She raised a hand and gently cupped his cheek. “There isn’t time.”

“What do you mean there isn’t time?” Adam demanded.

“Her contractions are too close together,” Ryan said grimly. “I think she’s close.”

Adam’s face drained of color and panic flared in his eyes. Ethan shouted from the top, and Adam hollered back, “Stay there. We’re bringing her up.”

Adam bent and gently scooped Holly into his arms. He nodded toward Ryan. “Climb up, we’ll have to relay her up. I don’t want to take a chance on falling with her.”

Ryan scrambled up the slope, stopping several feet up. He dug his feet into the soil and reached down for Holly. Adam carefully moved upward until he reached Ryan. Then he eased Holly into his brother’s arms before scrambling ahead of him.

When they reached the top, Ethan reached down for her, hugging her tightly against his chest. His breaths came ragged and his heart pounded against her cheek.

“Thank God you’re all right,” Ethan whispered as he kissed her forehead.

“She’s in labor,” Adam said shortly as he and Ryan climbed up beside Ethan.

Ethan’s grip tightened around her. “Go get her things. I’ll take her to the Rover.”

“There’s no time.”

“What do you mean there’s no time?” Ethan demanded.

“It’ll have to be here,” Adam said quietly. “Her contractions are coming too close. We don’t have time to get her into town.”

Holly moaned as another contraction, this one much stronger than the last, ripped across her belly.

Ethan swore and took off across the ground at a fast pace. Adam and Ryan hurried ahead toward the cabin.

“Ethan, I’m okay,” she gasped out. “You don’t need to worry.”

He pressed another kiss to her forehead as they neared the cabin. “I’ll always worry about you, doll.”

When they entered the house, Adam and Ryan rushed into the bedroom. “Put her here,” Adam directed, motioning toward the bed. “We need to assess the situation. Ryan, you get on the phone and see if we can’t get the midwife up here pronto.”

Ethan set her down on the bed as another contraction gripped her. She closed her eyes, clenching her teeth. For something that hadn’t been painful throughout the day, it sure was making up for lost time now.

Adam smoothed worried hands over her face, pushing her disheveled hair from her eyes. “I’m going to strip you down, baby. I need to see what’s going on.”

She nodded and sucked in another breath as another pain followed closely on the heels of the last.

Adam peeled away her clothing, taking care with her injuries. Ethan hovered by the bed, his face a study in panic.

“Oh God, Adam, I feel like I need to push!”

Adam tossed her pants aside and took stock of the wide, panicked eyes that stared up at him. His own gut was clenched with so much anxiety he couldn’t even think straight. But he knew he had to be calm for Holly and try to make her as much at ease as possible.

“Listen to me, baby. I need you to try and calm down and breathe deep. Don’t push yet if you can keep from it.”

Ryan strode back in. “She’s on her way, but it’s going to be a while.”

“We don’t have a while,” Adam muttered.

“What are we going to do?” Ethan asked as he walked over to join his brothers. “I don’t have a clue about delivering babies!”