Caught Breaking the Law: Book 5 in the Caught Series

by C. M. Steele

  “I should have passed, but I’m so tired lately. It’s all your damn fault,” she accused me.

  “I didn’t keep you up last night.”

  “No…Duke. I know that we talked about it before, but when my period came two days after the wedding I thought maybe something was wrong. I talked to a doctor and it was all about ovulation.”

  “What are you trying to tell me?”

  “I can’t function because I’m pregnant, Duke.”

  “What,” I roared. Picking her up, I spun her around before holding her tight to my chest. All rational thought left my head. She was pregnant. I was going to be a father.

  “Duke, I take it you’re happy?” she asked.

  “So happy, I’ve been trying. I thought it was because I was low in some testosterone or some shit.” I even got tested. I didn’t tell her because if it wasn’t me then maybe it could be her. I couldn’t do that to her, so I’d wait until she got concerned about not getting pregnant. After all, we hadn’t used protection from the start. I was all the protection she’d ever need. My little guys finally did the job. I knew four months of fucking all the time didn’t guarantee a baby, but people got pregnant on one night stands.

  “Duke, you low on testosterone is a joke. It sometimes takes time. We haven’t been together that long. Besides the doctor said I could have been stressed, physically or mentally, from everything that happened and trying to graduate.”

  “Well it doesn’t matter either way. We’re having a baby.” I jumped up in the air fist pumping.

  Calming down, I ran my hands down her arms and up again. “I love you, doll. Thank you.”

  I started thinking about her pregnant. I got hard thinking how sexy she’d look with a round belly. The pride I felt was running through me. The guys told me it would be like this, but fuck my ego was growing fast as hell. Thinking about the months to come reminded me of Zoey’s nose and Bianca’s sexual appetite. “So does that mean you’re going to be like Zoey or Bianca?”

  “Are you asking if I’m going to have bloodhound powers and the sex drive of, well, the one we already have?”

  “I guess it was a stupid question, but will you?”

  “I don’t know. I need to take a nap or a bath. I want to curl up with a mindless read.”

  “You rest and I’ll get your bath ready. Where’s your Kindle?”

  “It should be next to the bed.”

  “Okay, my love.” I ran out of the room on a mission to find what she needed.

  After combing our linen closet and under the sink for some fancy bath stuff, I ran the water. The bath was coming along quickly with some nice bubbles. I didn’t know if she could still do that, but I’m assuming it’s no big deal or there would be a lot more pissed off women. I grabbed her Kindle and searched for a book. She had several that were brand new. I clicked on the first book that was in front. Say Uncle, sounded like an incest title. I wondered why she wanted to read something like that, but I wanted to check on her and carry her up into the bath. Turning off the bath, I went downstairs. Miranda was sleeping on the sofa in the same sitting position she started in. I shook my head. My poor wife was exhausted. Instead of carrying her to the bath, I carried her to bed. Tucking her in, I laid beside her, the light of the Kindle tempting me. “Say Uncle,” I muttered to myself. So essentially it meant surrender? Was this one of those BDSM books? Hitting the book, I started reading.

  By the first sex scene, I looked over at Miranda, hoping she’d wake up. Fuck, I was hard and I wanted some pussy. Dropping the tablet onto the nightstand, I crept to the edge of the bed, and dropped my head between her thighs, she was wearing a skirt, so I lifted slowly, my hands parting her legs. Her panties were in my way, but that was easy to deal with. Running my index finger along the hem, I pushed them to the side, and tasted her wet lips. Like that, she moaned my name. “Duke.”

  She was coming on my tongue within a minute. “Duke, fuck,” she cried out.

  “I’m getting there, doll,” I teased. I was going to fuck her, slowly and lazily. Climbing off the bed I took off all my clothes. While I stripped, she lifted her dress off. Her big tits bounced and popped out of her lacy white bra. “Sexy as fuck.” I stopped her from removing the bra with my hand. It was my job and there was something sexy about fucking her with clothes on. Crawling onto the bed, I moved back on top of my wife. My cock was about to come as I touched her honey pot. She was sticky and sweet and as much as I could eat my fill, I wanted in her. Stroking my cock once more, I pushed into her depths. She gasped as always, still not used to the thickness. A growl erupted from my throat.

  “Mine. My wife, my baby, my soul,” I whispered above her lips.

  “All yours,” she sighed back, her body eager for another orgasm. Resting my weight on my elbows, I worked my way down her neck, sucking and kissing her sweet flesh. My tongue ran between her cleavage. I sucked her nipple through the lace, her back arching for me. Her hands moved straight into my hair, pressing my face into her tits. I nipped and licked at her hardened peaks and the tops of her breasts that spilled over in the bra. As sexy as the white lace had been it had to go. Lifting up for me, she unsnapped it and tossed it on the floor without taking her eyes from me. She had sexy down to an art. I took her mouth in a hot, hungry kiss, pulling back only because I wasn’t done with her breasts. One hand worked her breast, cupping, squeezing, and kneading her softness, while my tongue and lips made love to the other one. Her hips rolled as I fucked into her slowly. Damn she was going to come again. I felt her walls hug my cock so hard, then she stated to pulse.

  “Come, duchess. Come for me, duchess,” I demanded loudly, letting my passion take over. Her body bucked and I fucked every ounce of orgasm out of her pussy.

  I wasn’t done with her, so I lifted her leg, laying it on my shoulder. From this angle I got a view of everything and felt like I was deeper into her. Holding her leg, I used my other hand to tease her nub. She shook her head, but I wasn’t having that. My good wife needed to come again.

  Her clit was still hard and ready to come again. Nodding my head, I told her, “Give me one more, be generous, duchess. Give me more, please.” Like that my girl shook again; her sexy curves shaking as she came on my hand and cock. Thrusting faster in her, I was coming. Watching her cry out over and over again was my trigger. I didn’t know how I managed to make it through the first two orgasms, but I did.

  Once our bodies calmed for a second, I set her leg down back on the bed, and dropped to the side of her. I didn’t care about the mess we were making on the bed. I had to do the laundry today anyway. Yes, I did the laundry for her. She told me she hated it and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make her life a blessing.

  “Sleep, doll.”

  Four years later…

  “Damn, we’ve got too many animals running around this house,” I snarled. I’ve almost tripped three times since I walked in the door.

  Every day was the same thing. Miranda reminded me that I got what I asked for. My lovely wife laughed at my plight. Toys and stuffed animals were all over the place and they’d only been home for an hour. When we left this morning the house was spotless, and now it looked like a tornado ransacked this bitch then some thieves searched the rest for leftovers.

  “You know it only takes two minutes for these kids to destroy everything.”

  “I know. It’s like they compete to see who could make the biggest mess.” I rubbed between my eyebrows. I complained like any other parent, but I’d move mountains for them.

  “Papa, Grampa said the Suns were better than the Celtics,” my eldest said.

  “Oh really Everett? What else did he say?”

  “That I have the bests mommy in the world.”

  “Well that’s one thing I can agree with the old bastard with.”

  “Duke,” Miranda scolded me.

  “What does ‘batard’ mean?” Everett asked innocently. Miranda’s eyes widened again.

  “It means you don’t say that again, o
r mommy’s going to spank daddy,” she said, looking at me like I had a death wish.

  “Like when daddy spank you.”

  “Daddy doesn’t hit mommy.”

  “Yes, yes. In your bedroom. You say mommy’s bad girl and need to listen.” Our eyes opened wide. Fuck, we needed to be a lot quieter.

  “Why were you by our door?”

  “I had a nightmare.”

  “Then why didn’t you knock.”

  “You said not to interrupt. Grampa said I did the right thing. He said he’s going have to have a talk with you for spanking his little baby.” Miranda was a color of red I didn’t think was possible. Fuck, she’s never going to let me touch her while the kids are little.

  “You have to knock from now on. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” he whispered, frowning.

  “You’re not in trouble, Everett. Daddy’s the one in trouble. Mommy’s going to be mad at me.”

  “Mommy, don’t spank daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean,” he looked up and pleaded with her.

  “I’m not, sweetheart. I promise. Now go play with your brothers,” she said and Ev did what he was told. Another thought struck her, so she asked, “Everett, did you tell anyone else?”

  “Just Miss Beth and Miss Jane.” Those were his preschool teachers. I don’t think Miranda will ever go to pick him up again.

  “Anyone else?”

  “Grandma and Aunt Dapnee,” he replied innocently, playing with the Legos like he hadn’t just mortified us both. I wondered how long it would be before everyone we knew found out about it. I was sure most men gave their wives a nice little spank every now and again. That’s what we get for picking up a book and trying to keep up with the fuck fest in the book. Stupid C.M. Steele and her dirty words.

  “Duke, can I talk to you in the other room?” I followed like a dog in trouble, my tail between my legs. When I thought she was going to go off on me, she started cracking up hysterically.

  “You think this is funny?” I asked completely shocked by her reaction.

  “No,” she said laughingly.

  “Then why are you laughing?” I questioned. Women were confusing as it was, but this was blowing me away.

  “Because I don’t know what else to do. If this wasn’t us we’d be laughing at their misfortune. I’m sure the instant Mike and Milo find out about it they’ll never let it go. Remember when Mike Jr. ratted out on Zoey crying out his daddy’s name? Didn’t you tease him for a month? Sending him memes daily?”

  “Oh shit. We’re so fucked. Who knew this was a big part of parenting.” I pulled her into my arms and laughed as I kissed her lips. “At this point the only one that will bother me is your father. Although something tells me he won’t say shit to me. The thought of his daughter ass naked getting fucked from behind while getting her ass reddened doesn’t seem appealing.”

  “I doubt Everett told him we were naked. Our door was locked. So he only heard us.”

  “No, but if your dad tries to bring it up, I’ll have to fill in the blanks.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she said fearfully. “You know what they say about the quiet ones is so true. I knew you were sneaky as fuck, but you have a wicked side.”

  “I can’t help it. Quiet people think to themselves a lot, and well, that shit just pops out of my head.”

  “Well, keep it to yourself or the only thing popping from that head will be at your own hands,” she threatened, looking straight at my cock. Fucking woman was a menace, ruining my fun. Fucking broad was lucky I was hers to do whatever she wanted to.

  “You’re feeling bossy.”

  “You know I like control,” she said, reaching for the door and locking it.

  “I love when you control me,” I growled, helping her to her knees. Within seconds she sucked my cock into her mouth, taking me by the balls, both figuratively and literally. I almost nutted the instant I felt her moan on around my head. I cupped her head and tugged on her hair. She pulled back, but it wasn’t over. I pushed her against the door and lifted up her skirt. Flipping her so her chest hit the door, I parted her thighs, and ripped her panties off her. “Another pair gone.” I tested her wetness with the tip and entered her in one smooth thrust. Gripping her hip with one hand and the other in her hair, I fucked her hard against the door. When we were both about to come, I turned her face to mine and caught her scream with my lips.

  We rocked back and forth until we were both done. Then we collapsed against the door.

  “You told me to knock, but you started knocking for me,” Everett said from the other side.

  “Fuck me. Damn it,” she snapped.

  “I just did that, duchess.”

  “Grandpa and Grandma’s car just pulled up.”

  We never moved so quick in our lives, I didn’t even get the pleasure in pulling out of her. We tried to get straightened up and sprayed air freshener around the room and in the house as I went for the door and she went to wash up in the bathroom next to my office really quick.

  I welcomed my in-laws in, but by the look on my father-in-law's face he knew what was up. Instantly Everett jumped into his arms.

  "Hey buddy, how was school?"

  "It was fun. Do you want to play with my cars?" Everett loved Grandpa the most out of all the people, sometimes I think more than Miranda and I. They were two peas in a pod. Over the years they spent so much time together, he was beginning to act just like my father-in-law. As soon as we gave birth to him, my in-laws moved up here. They wanted to be close to Miranda and the baby. He retired shortly after the buzz calmed down leaving the position open for Lowell, who took it with pride.

  "You know I do." He set Everett down to get his car travel case from his toy box in the living room. "Where's my daughter?"

  "She's in the bathroom."

  He scoffed then said, "The way you two go at it, I'm surprised she's not pregnant again."

  A loud retching sound came from the bathroom down the hall.

  "I guess I spoke too soon." He walked passed me and into the living room where Everett waiting eagerly.

  "I think you and momma wrestled too hard right now." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "They kept slamming against the door. Daddy gonna get spank for wrestling in the house."

  "Oh lord, I'm going to check on Miranda."

  "Dearest, go with him. We don't need them wrestling again before we head out to dinner. I'd like to eat without wanting to kill someone."

  "I'm glad we don't have any girls."

  Eight months later and I had to retract my words. Miranda gave birth to our beautiful duchess in the making, Katelyn.

  Instead of teasing, my father-in-law held her close and whispered, "Good thing Daddy and I know lots of great lawyers because we're going to need them when you grow up."

  "My shotgun will be waiting."

  THE END