by Tara Brent
“I do,” I replied, with a cheeky smile, “but I’m going to enjoy a little payback,” I promised, before closing my mouth on him again.
I sucked him hard and slow, rubbing my tongue along the underside of his length and I felt a swell of pride as I heard him gasp and he thrust up into my mouth. Luckily, I was expecting it and I pulled back in time as not to choke with a little laugh.
I loved this. I loved every minute. It felt easy. As if no time had passed at all between us. As if we had just picked up where we had left off. It was casual, it was fun and it was everything that I enjoyed about Rick. I loved I could be silly with him. I loved that we could laugh while we were having sex and still joke with one another.
It felt like everything was going back to normal. As if things were falling back into place and to how they were meant to be.
I teased him until I was pretty sure that he wanted to kill me, and then when I’d had my revenge, I gave him a cheeky smile before swinging my leg over his thigh and hovering above him. I held his cock in place as I lined it up and gently pressed it against where I needed it the most.
It was bliss.
“Ohh, ohh, Rick, fuckkk,” I cursed, concentrating on breathing and moving slowly as not to hurt myself.
The feeling of his pressing against me and stretching me so perfectly was everything. I braced my hands on his strong chest as I tried to get used to the size of him inside me. But it only took a few moments and a few breaths before I couldn’t keep still for any longer. How could I when he felt so good?
I lifted my hips, rocking up before letting myself drop back down and I couldn’t stop myself from doing it again and again as I felt pleasure punched into my gut. He was touching all the right places inside of me and I cried out. I couldn’t keep quiet and I was so glad to be at home and not in a hotel where I could be overheard.
“Rick, you feel so amazing,” I moaned, praising him as he gripped at my thighs and thrust up, meeting me halfway as I began to bounce on him.
I should have felt self-conscious, the light was on, my tits were bouncing and I was impossibly wet but it did nothing but make me want to come more. I wanted to show Rick how much I loved him and how he was so perfect for me.
He moaned and the sound was like music to my ears as I knew he was beginning to get lost in the feel of my body.
“Does it feel good?” I asked him. I wanted to hear him tell me how much he loved me, about how good I could make him feel. A part of me wanted to be better than any other woman he’d ever had. I wanted to be the best. To be irreplaceable and unforgettable.
He groaned, his hands gripping me tightly as he thrust particularly hard up into me. I cried out in delight.
“Yeah, you feel so good, Sam, so good.”
I couldn’t help it as I selfishly bounced on his cock, my nails digging into his chest as I tipped over the edge again. I could feel myself come around his cock, soaking him.
Suddenly he was pulling out and flipping me over. I found myself pinned face-first into the mattress. I squeaked for a second and giggled but it soon turned into a moan as he pushed inside me from behind. I screamed into the pillow, pushing my ass back against him as he started to ram into me from behind.
I was so sensitive, my pussy dripping and I had lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had. I could do nothing but cry out into the pillow and beg for more. Rick had given me a taste and now I felt like I was insatiable. I lay there and let him fuck me however he pleased and it was completely satisfying in every way.
By the time I felt him come, I couldn’t take anymore. I panted and gasped for air, my lungs aching from screaming and gasping and moaning.
I collapsed, exhausted and for a moment, the two of us just lay there and tried to catch our breath. We turned and looked at each other at the same time.
“I know this is going to sound weird, but it felt like we needed that,” Rick said, grinning at me.
Oddly enough, I had to agree. A lot of the tension was gone between us and I felt good. I felt better than I had in a really long time. “Yeah, I... I feel a bit lighter.”
The two of us separated from each other and sat up and suddenly, I felt starved again.
“Is there any of that pizza left?” I asked Rick, and he nodded.
I stood on wobbly legs and burst out laughing as I felt myself almost fall to the floor. Thankfully, Rick was there and he grabbed me, pulling me into an embrace and then kissing my face.
“I just realized,” he said, trailing off.
“What?” I asked him, worried for a second.
“I never actually asked you to be my girlfriend,” he told me.
I growled at him, frustrated. “I thought you were going to tell me something really important then!” I complained.
Rick laughed, “What? Being my girlfriend isn’t important?” he asked jokingly.
I scoffed. “You know that’s not true. It’s just obvious that’s all. Of course, I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Well, that’s good, because I would kind of love that,” he rebutted.
“Good,” I replied.
“Good.”
The two of us laughed again and then collapsed back on the bed, dreaming of the pizza downstairs.
“Hey, I just realized something else,” he said and this time I turned and shot him look. “We’re going to have to explain this is everyone.”
We both exchanged a look and then groaned. Well, no matter what happened we both knew that it would all be fine in the end. We finally had each other and that was all that mattered.
Epilogue
3 Years Later
“BENNY! BENNY!” I yelled up the stairs for the umpteenth time. “We need to go, you’re going to be late to go to Uncle Andrew’s!”
The only response that I received was what sounded like him falling off his bed. I rolled my eyes. He was exactly like his father – he took forever to get ready.
I turned to face the golden floor length mirror which was at the bottom of the staircase while I was waiting. I checked my make-up again, wanting to make sure that I looked my best. Tonight, I was wearing a beautiful blue eyeshadow which matched my dress and my cute little patent dolly shoes. Long gone were the days of having nothing to wear, or not knowing how to do my makeup, now I felt confident in my own skin and I thought I looked great.
I turned as I heard movement at the top of the stairs. For a moment I thought it was Benny, but the smiling face of my husband greeted me as he let out a wolf whistle. I felt myself blush.
“Mrs. Carson, you look edible this evening,” he said, wrapping his hands around me and then holding me close, locking his eyes with mine in the mirror.
“You have to say that, you married me,” I rebutted, but still, I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. I turned in his embrace and pouted at him. “I look like I’ve shoved a watermelon up my dress,” I complained to him.
“It’s a beautiful watermelon,” he told me, rubbing his hands over the large expanse of my swollen stomach and then giving me a kiss on my forehead. He then bent to kiss my protruding stomach and I felt the baby turn, as if she knew her daddy loved her so much.
“Daddy, yuck, you guys are being gross again,” Benny greeted us as he finally made an appearance. He was holding a suitcase as if he was going to Josh and Andrew’s for the week and not just for a sleepover. “And my name is Ben,” he insisted, “I’m not a baby anymore, I’m a big boy.”
Rick and I exchanged a look before Rick replied, “Of course you are, little man.”
“No, no. I’m big.”
“Okay, sorry big man.” Rick grinned the entire time and his love for Benny showed on his face.
I had made the best decision in the world when I had come clean to him about what had happened all those years ago. Now it was just a distant memory and a funny story which we liked to tease each other about. It made our family truly unique.
It had been three beautiful years and we were both blessed to live in a house that w
as both of ours, no longer Rick’s too-big penthouse, which was just not suitable for children, or my too-small, two-bed. Now the house we lived in was just perfect, and it should be, since Rick designed it and had it built especially for us.
“Come on, honey, are you ready?” I asked, and Benny nodded.
The three of us made our way outside and into our family SUV which Rick had insisted on buying since I’d finally become pregnant. I sat in the passenger seat, no longer at the point where I felt safe to drive since I was just past thirty-six weeks pregnant. I felt like I was about to pop at any time (plus, I was secretly hoping that I would tonight because that would be great, I was getting quite uncomfortable having little feet in my ribcage).
We drove over to Josh’s and as soon as we pulled up outside, Andrew opened the front door. With no hesitation, Benny was already out of the door, dragging his suitcase and running to his uncle without even saying goodbye.
“We love you!” Rick yelled out the window embarrassingly but the young boy just rolled his eyes and shut the door. Andrew and Josh laughed at his antics.
“So, where are we going tonight?” I asked, turning towards my husband as he drove off again and turned around, heading back to the other side of town.
“It’s a surprise,” he teased me.
At that moment, I felt a dull ache bloom at the bottom of my stomach. I frowned and adjusted how I was sitting, wondering if the baby was doing something weird. Except... it turned into a pain rather than the odd pressure of Braxton Hicks.
“I have a bigger surprise,” I said as I felt it shoot into my back and down my legs.
This was a familiar feeling – the exact thing that I had been expecting and I found myself undeniably excited. I was in labor and it felt like it was moving fast, way faster than it had with Benny. I gripped the door handle and tried to think about the breathing exercises I had learned.
“Oh, really, I don’t think you do,” he told me, grinning to himself. “I managed to get us tickets for—”
I took a really deep breath as an odd sensation like a wave ran through my stomach and then a second later there was an audible pop. Rick turned to me horrified at the sound and my sudden heavy breathing.
He pulled over at the side of the road and put the overhead light on. “Are you okay?” he asked me, dragging his eyes over me to check me over.
“Surprise!” I told him as I clenched my jaw, my beautiful dress ruined and now soaking wet from my water breaking. My shoes and stockings were all wet. Thank God for leather seats.
“Oh my God,” he exclaimed, looking horrified despite the number of maternity classes we had attended together. He should have known by now what to expect, but to his surprise, he panicked. “What do we do?” he asked. “Can I do anything? Do you need anything? Ice chips?”
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. “Ice chips?” I laughed.
Once he had realized I was okay since I was laughing, he began to laugh too. “Okay, okay, I don’t think we’re there yet. Sorry, I’m worrying for nothing.”
“Yes, you are, but it’s okay because I know it’s because you’re excited.” I could tell by the look on his face, he’d turned a little white, but he looked like he was buzzing with excitement.
“I know, I just... I missed Benny being born. I don’t want to miss this,” he told me, sounding a little vulnerable and he reached forward and gripped my hand.
“You won’t,” I promised him and we both knew it was true. Neither of us would ever do something like that ever again. We loved each other and we loved our little family. We were eager to watch it grow and to nourish it together and there was nothing that we wouldn’t do for each other.
Rick started the car again, this time, heading back home to collect our hospital bag instead of going to the theatre as he had planned. He showed me the tickets and if I was honest, I was tempted to tell him to just take us anyway so we could at least catch some of the show, but our little girl had another idea as I felt another painful contraction. She was clearly very eager to come into the world and to meet her mommy and daddy for the first time.
Baby Tiffany Carson was born that very night, at 11:10 pm, with a little gas and air and a lot of hard work. Rick held my hand through every second, supporting me, loving me, and cheering me on. He was my rock. I thought I’d loved him before, but this... seeing him support me wholly through the experience made me fall in love with him all over again.
He happily accepted the small bundle, tears in his eyes as he looked at her. She was so beautiful. Healthy and strong and very calm as she was held.
“Hello, little Tiffany,” he said, gently rocking her. “She’s so small. Look at her hands,” he said in amazement and he sat on the edge of the bed, showing me our precious daughter.
“She is, but she’s perfect.”
I watched him fondly as he fell in love with being a father all over again, except this time, he got to start his adventure at the beginning instead of midway through childhood.
“Sorry for ruining your surprise,” I told him, of all the things to think about after giving birth, for some reason my mind went to the tickets and wondering how much they cost and if it had been a big waste – not that it mattered anyway.
Rick just smiled at me. “No, you were right, your surprise was much better. Happy Anniversary.”
He leaned forward and kissed me, Tiffany cuddled between us.
I smiled. Truly happy. “Happy Anniversary.”
Book 2 - The Billionaire’s Secret Heir
Chapter 1
Tiffany, Mom, Callum, and Dora
As I sit in the hard leather seat of my 1998 VW Beetle, my hands grip the steering wheel. Letting out a long sigh, I'm relieved to have another day at work over and done with. My name tag reflects the word “Tiffany” at me, backward. I’m not particularly looking forward to the drive home. I'm one of those people who can’t wait for the self-driving cars to finally become a reality for everyone. Then I won’t have to look at the grey bags under my eyes, in the rear view mirror while I’m driving. It’s a case of, I want to get home as fast as possible after a long shift at the hospital, but I wish someone else would drive me. Not that I’m insulting, my Dora the little Explora. Hah! Yeah. I named my car after a kid's TV program, how sad is that?
Dora and I have been together for a few years now. She’s my means of independence and freedom. Well, I drive from home to work and then back again at the end of my shift if you can call that freedom. Anyway, it’s better than getting the subway. She keeps me safe and warm and she’s always waiting for me when I walk out the door.
It’s been a busy night and I’m completely exhausted. Still, I do have a wonderfully satisfying job. My last delivery was the sweetest little girl you ever did see. Curly locks and a button nose. Then she spoiled all that cuteness and blasted out her lungs at me. I thought she’d blow the hospital roof off! Now there’s a girl that’s going to make her mark in this world.
Okay, Dora. Time to set off and hit the early morning traffic. Turning the key in the ignition, Dora starts the first time. She's my ever-reliable little car. A quick glance in the mirror and I see some guy parked right behind me. He's blocking me and I can't reverse to get out of my parking spot. Where’d he come from? I'm sure he wasn’t there when I got in the car. I’d lower the window to ask him to move, but Dora’s electrics are a wee bit temperamental. She only works when she feels like it. I do love you Dora but I wish you were fully functional. Still, I don’t give her too much of a hard time. It can’t be too much fun hanging around in this parking-lot while she waits for me to finish my shifts. Sitting among all the big classy cars owned by those well-paid doctors. Right now she was parked in-between two big SUVs that dwarfed her little frame. Being a petite car isn’t easy, especially when you’re bright yellow.
After sitting in a daydream for minute or two, I take a glance in the mirror. The car blocking me has gone so I reverse out and head for home. As we get into the busy moving traffic,
I switch on the radio and Ed Sheeran croons out of the door speakers. Hmm, bliss, music keeps me awake as I drive home. This drive in the morning is often tedious. By some weird coincidence, the traffic signals are always on red. We turn onto Jackson Road and arrive at my first set of lights. Sure enough, they turn red as we get there.
I sit with great patience awaiting the traffic signals to change while contemplating upon my life. I have a good job that I love. A nice home, though it is my mom's house. Plus, of course, my beautiful son, Callum, and he's all mine. Being a single mom isn’t a bad thing because that little guy fills my heart with joy. Yet, why does it feel as if there’s a big hole in my life?
So busy in my own thoughts, I miss the light change and the car behind me is honking his horn as if there's no tomorrow. The racket jolts me back to reality.
As we continue our journey home, I watch the other drivers buzzing past me. They’re all on their way to work while I’m on my way to bed. I’ve done my bit, for a few hours anyway. It’s not that I don’t love my job, because I do. I mean I deliver babies into this world of ours, what’s not to like? Okay, there are times when it’s hard. Especially when a mother has a problematic experience. I’m only human and it pangs at my heartstrings if things go wrong. Not only for the wee baby but the parents too. For those few moments in time, everyone in the delivery room is in it together. We're a close-knit team and we all feel the shock if something goes wrong. So, there’s good and bad in what I do.
I never meant to be a nurse, though I’m glad I specialized in midwifery. What I always wanted to be was a Bio-med in Genomics. That was when I first started at college. Having worked hard at school, I was bright enough, but life got in the way.
“Hey! Moron! Jeeze... Talk about not looking where you’re going!” I cry out at the guy who steps on the road without looking. He's completely engrossed in his cell phone. I don’t know why I shout at other people from my little Dora pod without the windows down. It’s not as if they can hear me. Then again, it makes me feel better so I'll keep on doing it anyway.
