The Perfect Gift

by Jessa Kane

  There’s only one thing to do. I have to tell my sisters the scheme is off.

  Only then will I be able to return to Lincoln with a pure heart and conscience.

  Only then will I deserve this love he’s bestowed on me.

  The restaurant is only a quick jog once I get down to the beach. If I hurry, I can be back before Lincoln even knows I’m gone. With a weight pressing down on my chest, I dress in the thin, blue shift dress and panties I packed. Then I slip to the balcony and climb down soundlessly to the beach below, turning and casting a longing glance back at the house.

  I’ll return soon, my love.

  Little do I know what awaits me…

  6

  Lincoln

  After sending a quick message to my assistant back in New York, telling him to cancel everything on my schedule, I strip off my shorts on the way up to the bedroom. My cock is full and dripping, bobbing against my stomach as I walk. I’m so eager to claim Nova, I don’t think I’m going to last ten seconds inside of her before I flood that little womb. I can already feel her thighs hugging my hips, can already feel the taste of her screams on my tongue.

  I haven’t even kissed her mouth yet.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  I’ve been celibate for so long, I’ve forgotten the order to things. To intimacy. Christ, I never knew in the first place, did I? No. And I’m damned glad for it. I’ll never touch another woman as long as I live. Can’t even fucking imagine it. There’s her and only her. Forever.

  “Nova,” I rasp, rounding the corner into the bedroom. Ready to pounce.

  She’s not in bed, which awakens some hunting instinct inside me. She wants me to track her down and drag her to bed? I’m more than happy to oblige. Noticing the open bathroom door, I head in that direction, but something on the bed grabs my attention before I get too far.

  A cell phone.

  I didn’t even realize Nova had one. My wild island girl seems more interested in climbing trees than keeping up with social media. I know I shouldn’t look at the contents of her phone, but there’s a need inside me to know every detail of her life. I want to look at every picture in her camera roll, memorize every contact and program my number as all five of her favorites. I’m the only person she needs to call from here on out, because I will take care of every little wish that enters her head.

  Unable to resist, I pick up the phone, finding the screen lit up with a series of text messages. They’re from two different numbers, Raquel and Constance. Are those her sisters?

  Scanning the messages, a pit opens in my stomach.

  Am I reading these right?

  Don’t come back until you’re knocked up.

  Remember Mom and Dad. Remember what you did. You owe us.

  We need that money. You’re going to get it for us or else.

  Come back here with nothing to show for it and we’ll make sure you really fall off the cliff this time.

  What the fuck?

  Are Nova’s sisters forcing her to get pregnant with my child so she can blackmail me? So she can muscle money out of me?

  My lips peel back from my teeth. God help me, I’ve never hated a woman, but I hate Nova’s sisters for what they’ve put her through. What they are still putting her through. My poor angel is probably tortured over this. Why didn’t she just tell me? I would have put a stop to her worrying—

  For the first time, I notice the balcony door is open and alarm swamps my gut.

  “Nova!”

  I stomp out onto the balcony, the cell phone smashed to pieces in my fist.

  She left me. She’s gone. She’s gone.

  How is this happening? I only found her.

  Calm down. Reason this out. Wasn’t it only half an hour ago she smiled up at me with love in her eyes? I won’t question that love. I’ve never felt anything so deep or authentic in my life. So where could she have gone?

  The answer hits me hard. I might have known this girl only a short time, but I know her heart. I know her and she’s gone home. She’s left to do what she believes is the right thing, but based on the threatening tone of the text messages, I don’t know if she realizes the danger she’s in.

  Fear wraps around my lungs, freezing my breath to ice. I push through my near-paralysis and stumble back into the bedroom, rifling through my luggage and throwing on the first pair of pants and T-shirt I find, running out of the house at full speed. Phone in hand, I dial my business partner, cursing at him for not answering until the fourth ring.

  “Lincoln! How’s the vacation? More importantly, how’s the little blonde—”

  “Where did you find her?”

  His startled laughter makes my skin crawl and I vow to buy him out of the company at first opportunity, so I never have to deal with him again. “She’s that good, huh?”

  “Listen to me, vermin. Tell me where you found her. The name of the restaurant. She’s gone and I have to find her now.”

  A chair creaks in the background. “Can’t remember the name. Something cantina. It shouldn’t be hard to find, though, it’s the only place on the damn island.”

  I hang up, my heart in my throat, and I start running.

  Nova

  It’s still only late morning when I walk into the restaurant.

  As soon as I set foot in the door, Raquel fists a hunk of my hair, using it to yank me up onto my toes. “Why didn’t you answer any of our text messages?”

  Pain rips through my scalp and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. “I forgot to look. I was busy.”

  Constance hisses in my face, alcohol heavy on her breath. “You better have been busy getting pregnant, or so help me God.”

  I lift my chin. “No, I wasn’t. And I won’t do it.”

  Raquel slaps me across the mouth, scrambling my brain waves and momentarily tripling my vision. “I knew you would do this. Little miss noble. Little miss pure of heart,” she spits. “You think you’re so much better than the rest of us, don’t you?”

  “No,” I wheeze, going up on my toes to ease the sting in my scalp. “Please. He’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve to be taken advantage of.”

  Constance stomps on my foot and I suck in a breath, pain shooting up my leg. “If you don’t do this, you are useless to us. You understand me?”

  “She’s right. Might as well send you down the cliff.” Raquel’s eyes are harder than I’ve ever seen them and I realize, I’ve underestimated her hatred of me. Maybe her hatred, period. Why did I leave the safety of Lincoln’s house? He never would have let anything happen to me.

  “We can make it look like an accident,” Constance murmurs, her pupils sharpening.

  “Please, don’t,” I whisper. “I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done to make you hate me. But I’m begging you, please. Don’t take me from Lincoln. I love him.”

  “No one is taking you from me, Nova,” comes Lincoln’s hard-edged growl from just inside the door. “Ever.”

  My sisters jump away from me like they’ve been scorched.

  I don’t think, I just do what my heart commands me to do. I run and throw myself into Lincoln’s waiting arms, peace, gratitude and love filling me like rays of light.

  Raquel laughs nervously. “I’m not sure what you overheard, but this is just a sisterly squabble.”

  “Totally,” Constance adds, her gulp audible. “Every family has them.”

  He presses a hard kiss to my temple, his hands busy stroking my back. “Not like that they don’t.” I can hear his heart thundering against my ear, his big body vibrating with anger. “You’re right to lie, though, Raquel and Constance. A man with a bank account like mine is capable of a lot of things. It’s never wise to make an enemy out of him.”

  I glance back over my shoulder in time to watch the color drain from their faces.

  “Y-you would kill us?” Raquel stammers.

  Lincoln’s smile is ice cold. “If I did, I wouldn’t put my plans in a text message,” he drawls. “That kind of thin
g could be turned over to the police so easily. And money could persuade them to dole out a harsh penalty.” He lifts me off the ground, holding me tight to his body and I follow instinct, circling his waist with my legs. “Anything to keep my future wife safe.”

  Constance sputters. “Future wife?”

  “That’s right.” Lincoln’s mouth moves through my hair, his vengeful eyes trained on my sisters. “Your plan was to send Nova to me…so I could get her pregnant. I’m assuming you lied to my associates about her being on the pill?”

  A beat of silence passes. “Yes,” Constance mutters.

  “I’m sorry, Lincoln,” I whisper unevenly into his neck.

  “Shhh, little fairy,” he says against my ear. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” The hand rubbing my back drops lower, his warm palm sliding up beneath my dress to palm my bottom. He kneads it lovingly, right there in front of my sisters, his erection swelling against my sex, forcing a breathless whimper past my lips. “Did you really think you’d send me this angel and I wouldn’t want to keep her?”

  I cling to his shoulders, excitement buzzing in my blood when Lincoln unzips his pants. What is he going to do? Anticipation saturates my folds with moisture. Yes, I’m aware both of my sisters are standing a few feet away and they can see everything, but with my face buried in Lincoln’s neck, I’m almost overwhelmingly aware of him. His expensive scent mixed with morning paradise. The dips and valleys of his muscular chest, the skill and confidence of his hands as he tugs the crotch of my panties to one side.

  The thick head of his shaft prods my opening and he grunts, powering a couple of inches inside me. With me balanced on the tip of his pulsing erection, he hooks his forearms beneath my knees and slowly lowers me down to the root, my eager squirms and sobs only making him harder, more determined.

  When I’m totally impaled, I’m surprised to experience only the barest hint of pain. I’m so wet and he’s so right inside me, love and sensation and pleasure crowd everything else out.

  “How is my girl?” he breathes against my temple, his middle finger tucking into my back entrance and jiggling. “You as fucking perfect as you feel?”

  “I’m so good, Daddy.” I rub my breasts against his chest and flex my inner walls, working a growl from his throat. “I feel like yours. That’s how I feel.”

  “They wanted you to get pregnant, little girl,” he groans in my ear, cursing me for being too tight, rolling his hips in a sensually devastating way, starting a tremble in my legs. “We don’t want to disappoint, do we? Work that ripe, young pussy up and down. Give them what they want.”

  Holding on to his shoulders, I lean back and pump my hips eagerly, sobbing brokenly when his abundant thickness hits a deep, illicit part of me and exhilaration clamors through my body, head to toe, my clit swelling and tingling with delight. The sound of feet shifting on the floorboards behind me is just background noise. There’s only him. Lincoln.

  “I’m putting my seed in her. Any claim you have to her is long gone.” His big hand slaps my right ass cheek hard, grips and shakes it. “All of this is mine now. Every inch.”

  The bite of his spanking wakes up darker, more desperate needs inside me and I ride him for broke, hips pistoning, the instinct to satisfy us both driving me. “I’m going to c-c-come.”

  “Fuck, Nova. Me too.” He clasps my buttocks in possessive hands and bounces me up and down in a blur, jostling my breasts inside my dress, ripping the reason from my mind. That hard, hot part of him plunges so deep, over and over again, I swear my femininity rearranges so I’m custom built just for one man. “Instead of putting a baby in this stomach and walking away, like they hoped,” he grits against my temple, “I’m going to spend my life spoiling you rotten. Dripping my beautiful wife in diamonds. Aren’t I, little girl?”

  “Yes,” I push through chattering teeth, my climax pitching me overboard.

  “Take my seed,” he says through clenched teeth, his shaft jerking inside me, flooding me with incredible heat. And still he thrusts up into me, ramming his erection upwards into my spasming flesh, again and again, the sound of slapping flesh filling the restaurant. “Get good and pregnant. That was my plan all along, too.”

  A few moments later, after Lincoln has zipped himself back into his pants, he carries me from the restaurant, back toward the house on the cliff—and we never look back.

  Epilogue

  Lincoln

  Five years later

  I stand on the cliff of the lagoon, looking down at my beautiful family as they swim, barely able to withstand the pressure inside my chest.

  As always, my gaze is drawn to my incredible wife.

  Her mouth is spread in a bright smile as she tosses our youngest son up into the air, catching him in her arms right before he hits the water. Our daughter giggles and splashes nearby, her blonde hair in disarray. She’s a wild island girl at heart, just like her mother.

  I long to dive from the cliff and come up behind my wife, wrap her in my arms—something I never thought possible once upon a time—but I savor these moments of watching them unaware. Letting my love for them permeate my bones and ground me in place.

  Nova has been my life since the night we met.

  She has evolved into my obsession. My every waking thought. My beginning and end.

  We started off splitting time between the island and New York, but I couldn’t bear having her away from this place. She belongs in the sunshine, her toes in the sand, a thong bikini tucked between her delicious ass.

  A growl works its way up my throat.

  I’m going to devour that sweet backside at the earliest opportunity.

  My cock thickens in my shorts. I’m going to need her sooner rather than later, which is always the case. It’s why I can never concentrate on work. I’m insatiable when it comes to my wife. Not only her body, either. But her love, her laughter, her touch, her affection, the way she can soothe me like nothing else. Her heart is the purest thing on this earth and she proved it five years ago. As I carried her home on the beach from the restaurant where I took her virginity—in admittedly unconventional fashion—she asked me to keep the doors of her parents’ restaurant open, to preserve their legacy.

  After everything her sisters did, my wife’s incredible heart forgave them.

  I added a second story to the restaurant, complete with rooftop seating, modernized the kitchen equipment and flew in a world-class chef. Anything she asks me for I will lay at her feet—with upgrades. And I wish like hell she would ask me for things more often. But no, my angel is content as long as she has sunshine and coconuts.

  And my cock.

  Yes, she definitely needs that to be fulfilled.

  Just this morning, I woke up to her choking on my morning wood, her fingers stroking her clit through her wet panties, her tight tush up in the air. Fuck, that little whining sound she makes has been ringing in my head ever since. I created a fiend five years ago and there is no happier man than myself on this planet. That is a fact.

  With that in mind, I pick out a safe distance in the water below and jump, my wife’s delighted laughter greeting me as I hit the water. She throws herself into my arms as soon as I surface, her legs cinching around my hips. As always now, I lay into her with a ravenous kiss, making up for the full twenty-four hours I went without kissing her when we met. My tongue plows into her mouth and she opens for it, her wet, pliant lips pillowing against mine.

  “Hey there,” she whispers, when I go for her neck, biting it with a growl.

  My children squeal, splashing us, amused but not surprised by the physical display.

  No, they’re well aware of my need to touch Mommy. Constantly. They’re also aware that sometimes I need to fly her to New York for a week. They might not realize Daddy needs seven days of uninterrupted fucking, but that’s why we have three nannies, isn’t it?

  “I sensed you watching,” she whispers against my mouth.

  “Did you?” Beneath the water, my palms glide up her thig
hs and squeeze her hips. “Could you sense that I was unable to concentrate on work because I never stop thinking about being balls deep in my wife?”

  Her lips tilt flirtatiously. “I did sense that.” She trails a finger down my bare chest. “You need me so bad, don’t you, Daddy?”

  “Always,” I rasp, my dick rising to meet her tight, little pussy. “Do it.”

  Nova doesn’t even have to ask what I mean, she simply puts two fingers between her lips and blows, bringing two nannies into view. They scoop our children up and ferry them away with promises of ice cream at the beach—and I can barely wait until they’re out of view before throwing my wife over my shoulder and wading through the water toward shore.

  As soon as we’re on land, I position her on hands and knees, legs spread wide. She pouts at me like a naughty girl over her shoulder, tilting her beautiful butt up toward the sunshine and giving me no choice but to rip the thong down her legs, leaving it bunched around her knees. My cock is already spurting in my shorts and I barely get it out in time to thrust into her too-tight cunt, falling on her like a beast and pumping for everything I’m worth.

  “You rule my world, Nova,” I growl into her neck. “And I rule yours. Say it.”

  “You rule my world, Daddy,” she whimpers, her pussy flexing, pushing me to the edge. “My husband, my hero, my Lincoln. I love you.”

  I see her as she was that first night, practicing what she would say to me, her body wrapped in a bow, and my heart strings yank tight. “I love you, too, Nova. With no end.”

  THE END

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