by Lucy Leroux
Dr. Tam patted her hand. “You and Patrick are both very healthy. We’ll monitor this pregnancy closely, but I predict you’re going to get lucky and everything will be fine.”
Tahlia inhaled deeply, calming down instantly. “You’re right. We are lucky.” She got up and thanked him, promising to tell Patrick right away so they could set up their first joint sonogram.
Patrick spun around. Tahlia was standing there over the remains of their gourmet meal, her hands twisting around the napkin.
“Pregnant?”
She rose from the small dining table. They were supposed to eat with his brother and Caroline, but Tahlia had asked him to reschedule. He’d done so gladly, thinking she wanted some alone time before the wedding or—and this was ungenerous of him—to spare him a night of Caroline’s company. She knew he wasn’t a big fan of his brother’s girlfriend.
This news was the last thing he expected.
Tahlia’s hands went to her stomach, her big blue eyes fixed on his face. “I realize this isn’t how you wanted to start our marriage. I’d thought we’d wait a few years before we talked about having kids. And Dr. Tam acknowledged there is a risk to the baby given the stuff that’s happened. He wants to monitor us closely.”
He stared at her hands. They were folded over her stomach protectively.
“Only one can pass,” he said, blinking down at her.
Her brow creased in confusion before she wrinkled her nose. She threw the napkin at him. “Don’t even think of suggesting I was rejected as an offering to a demon because I was pregnant. “
Trick deserved every bit of her scorn, but he couldn’t stop his mind from racing. That’s why they wanted to keep her a virgin. It didn’t have anything to do with her purity. It was because whatever doorway they were opening was only meant for one. Two couldn’t pass.
He stayed quiet too long. Tahlia’s eyes flashed like liquid silver. “Damn it, Patrick. It wasn’t real. And it’s over.”
He blinked. She’s right. And so was Ethan. He couldn’t continue to harp on that day in Florida. If he did, he was going to go mad. He couldn’t even look in the mirror. Thankfully, no one noticed.
“I’m going to be a father.” Suddenly, everything brightened. He could see every object in the room with startling sharpness and clarity. Tahlia and the baby needed him.
He rushed forward, sweeping her into his arms and squeezing her tight. “Our baby is a miracle, and he or she is going to be perfect.”
Tahlia’s head dropped forward, hitting him in the chest as she let herself relax. “Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were losing it.”
Trick shook his head. Maybe he was right and it was what the voice meant, but it didn’t matter anymore. He was going to go back to his life, the one he’d planned for himself the moment he met Tahlia.
Well, going to church a little more often can’t hurt…
He took Tahlia’s hand, intending on pulling her to their bed, but she pushed him to the left, leading him into the smaller room on the left before she started to undo his tie.
He didn’t understand what was going on until she reached down to undo his pants.
“You want to have sex in my closet?”
“No, I want to make love here,” she said, turning to flip the interior doors closed. She moved a few of the coat racks he’d strategically placed in front of the mirrors built into the wall. When they were gone, the semicircular alcove at the mouth of his walk-in closet reflected their images back at them four-fold.
Aw, hell. She had noticed.
He tried to play it off. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in bed?”
She replied by taking off her blouse.
One glimpse of her creamy skin pressed against the blue lace bra and he was done arguing.
“Here’s fine.” Trick hastily pulled at his jacket and shirt, stripping down to his boxers in a flash.
He was faster than she was. She was still wearing her knee-length wool skirt when he pushed his shorts down.
Being surrounded by reflections of himself didn’t matter. He only had eyes for her. Up until she turned her back, bracing her hands on the mirror on the right, the one bolted to the wall.
Her silver-blue eyes flashed over her shoulder, challenging him.
If he hadn’t already been in love with her before, he would have dropped to his knees right then.
It was such good idea, he did it anyway, kneeling behind her, holding her hips against his face. He reached up to unzip her skirt, dragging it down with hands.
Trick pressed his lips to the edge of her satin and lace panties. It was part of a matching set, but she was going to have to wear a different pair with that bra from now on.
He took hold of the fabric high on her hip, twisting the delicate cloth until it tore. She gasped, turning to look down at him. The other side tore just as easily. By the time he pulled the shredded fabric away, she was so wet her lips glistened for him.
Trick kissed the bare skin of her hip and rear, his hand moving up the silk of her inner thigh until he was there, her velvet slit so hot it almost scalded his fingers.
Tahlia moaned and leaned back into his hand, trying to increase the pressure. But he didn’t oblige. He urged her forward until she was bent nearly ninety degrees, bracing herself with her arms. His mouth went to her pussy, feasting. His tongue lapped, his teeth grazing her sensitive folds as she panted, calling his name.
She writhed against him, forcing him to hold her fast against his mouth.
Her taste was indescribable, familiar yet subtly different. Could that be the pregnancy?
He didn’t know and didn’t care. Tahlia was his goddess, and he was going to worship all night.
“Come inside me.” Tahlia wiggled her hips, trying to urge him up. Trick rose, staring at her face in the mirror. He moved, wrapping his arms under her breasts, holding her chin with his hand.
His cock drove home in one long, slow thrust as she continued to brace herself against the mirror. It was agonizing and simultaneously the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. Throwing his head back, he savored Tahlia’s heated tightness.
She fit him like a glove. “You are the hottest, sweetest things I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, penetrating as deep as he could, the tip of his cock touching her womb.
He couldn’t avoid the mirror. Trick wanted to see Tahlia’s face as he fucked her. She knew that, of course. She knew him too well—what he thought and liked to do. Most of the time, she knew what he was going to say before he said it. And in bed…
It was the kind of connection poets wrote about—hot, dirty, sensual, and sacred all at the same time.
Before Tahlia, he hadn’t spared much thought to love, not the kind that lasted more than a night or two. He’d had it easy.
Easy was crap. Compared to this, every relationship he’d had was a pale tasteless imitation.
“Shit, Tahl…” This time, it was him moaning as she tightened and flexed around him. Instinct took over. He kept her pinned against him, his hand holding her head by the chin as he thrust harder and harder.
The smooth taut skin of her backside rubbed against him as he pumped, grinding against her until he found her G-spot. A few determined strokes later and she was shivering, her whole body tensing before she clamped down, her orgasm sweeping over her like a violent wind.
Tahlia’s mouth gaped, and her hands slid down the mirror as her strength failed. He held her with one arm and used the other to brace himself for one more desperate minute, his hips pistoning irregularly as his rhythm broke down. Another stroke and he exploded. Holding her fast against him, he watched himself pour everything he had into her.
He used the last of his strength to coordinate their fall. They slid down the wall together. His heat warmed the mirror as he sat leaning against it, cradling Tahlia’s naked body against him.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to look in any of these mirrors without getting a hard-on.”
Tahlia giggled,
her hand languidly sliding up to caress his cheek.
“Don’t get mad at me for asking this…”
He smiled down at her. Her expression was serious, but there was teasing glint in her eye.
“What is it?”
She waved at the mirrors. “Do you think that exorcised your demons?”
He laughed aloud, catching sight of their reflection—her golden body cradled in his. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
Tahlia was a gift. Their connection was bigger and more precious than love, and soon, they were going to be a family of three. One crazy experience wasn’t stop him from taking care of them.
He met Tahlia’s eyes in the mirror. “Definitely.”
Epilogue
Patrick Tyler joined Tahlia Maria Delavordo in wedded bliss three days after his twenty-ninth birthday—breaking the hearts of thousands of single women in the process. At least that was what the tabloids said about it. The only person who cared about the headlines was the hotel’s publicist.
The wedding at the Caislean Boston was a small and intimate affair. Flowers decked the small conference room, which had been transformed by Maggie and the staff into the most glorious chapel. Instead of being married by a justice of the peace, Patrick opted for a priest from the local Catholic archdiocese.
The makeshift chapel was the very same room where they’d held that awful memorial service for Tahlia. Patrick chose it specifically for that reason. He didn’t want either of them to associate any of the rooms of the hotel with bad memories.
They only invited close friends. As for family, only the groom’s was in attendance…with one exception. And that extra guest ended up being more than either of them bargained for.
Sometime after the I do’s and the whirlwind of photos and well-wishes from their friends, Patrick motioned to someone in the back of the conference room. A few minutes later, he pulled Tahlia away from Maia and Peyton’s effusive congratulations for a surprise.
“I wanted to do this before the ceremony, but flights from Cuba have been a mess since the storm,” he said as he led her down one of the lesser-traveled service hallways near the chapel. “It hampered my search. I’d almost given up on trying to find her.”
“Find who?”
He answered by opening the door to one of the hotel’s private sitting rooms. Sitting on the couch in all her white-haired glory was her Ama, the housekeeper who raised her.
Tahlia burst into tears. She turned to Patrick, hitting him with the bouquet. “How could you not warn me?” she choked out between sobs.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was coming until the last minute,” he said, stroking her back as he guided her to the couch, which she couldn’t see for the tears. “I’m afraid she can’t speak much—she had a partial stroke last year, but she still understands everyone just fine.”
Her Ama cackled and held out her arms. She leaned over, hugging Tahlia tight to her expansive bosom.
The little old woman was accompanied by a dark-skinned girl, a teenager around fourteen who appeared almost as excited to see her as her Ama.
“Hello, Tahlia, I am cousin Mariposa.”
Tahlia raised her head and blinked. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Patrick knelt in front of her. “This is the big news—and I swear I didn’t know until they got here. See…your dad told you the truth about some things. Your mom did pass away when you were born, but there’s a lot he left out.”
He put his arm on Ama’s shoulder. “What he neglected to mention was that your mother was a member of his domestic staff—as was her mother.”
Tahlia’s lips parted, and fresh tears stung her eyes. “My Ama is my grandmother?”
Ama took her hand and patted it, making soothing sounds. Both she and Patrick nodded.
“She wasn’t allowed to say anything while your father and uncle were alive. They made sure she would never tell you the truth—but they’re gone now. And before she went to work for your family, she raised her own back in Cuba. Only her youngest daughter, your mother Anna, joined her in the States. You have two aunts and an uncle in Santa Clara.”
Mariposa waved again. “Hi, sorry for my English. I watch some English shows on my computer. My mother is your aunt Juanita.”
Patrick smiled. “You have over a dozen cousins. They all wanted to come to the wedding, but some of them couldn’t get away yet. There was a lot of storm damage to their neighborhood, but thankfully, all of them are okay. We’re floating them a little loan from our many cash wedding gifts by the way. Just a little something to help them rebuild.”
She wiped her cheeks. “Thank you. This is the best wedding present I could have asked for.”
Ama caressed her check, pressing her forehead to Tahlia’s to signal without words how happy she was. They visited a little longer, and then she and Mariposa joined them for the extravagant casino-themed reception.
Hours later, they were dancing in the ballroom. Tahlia whirled in his arms, forgetting all about looking graceful during their dance. Patrick pressed her tight against him, too close for a proper waltz.
“I told you it would be a June wedding,” he whispered.
She laughed. “That’s right, you did.” Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him deeply. Cheers erupted from their audience.
Patrick pulled back, his eyes brilliant. “I’m going to love you forever, Mrs. Tyler. And you’re going to love me.”
Tahlia squeezed him tight. “You can bet on it.”
The End
Afterword
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About the Author
Lucy Leroux chose love.
USA Today Bestselling author Lucy Leroux moved to France for a one-year research contract. Six months later she was living with a handsome Frenchman and six years later is happily married to him…and still in France.
When her last employment contract ended Lucy turned to writing. Frustrated by the lack of quality romance erotica she enjoyed reading she set out to create her own. Her stories feature heroines who are smart, brave, and resourceful. She enjoys writing about men who are thoughtful and slightly obsessive alpha males.
Her ‘A Singular Obsession’ series is a combination of romance erotica and suspense that feature intertwining characters in their own stand-alone novels. Follow her on Facebook or twitter for news and updates.
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