by Jessica Loft
Hanson smiled. “I’ve already taken care of that. I didn’t know how much you meant to me until I was so close to losing you. I could hear everything that was going on, I knew what his plan was, and there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it. I felt terrible. I heard what you had to go through. That couldn’t have been easy for you. The doctor on board has treated most of your damage while you were sleeping. You’ll always have some minor scratches on the inside. But, It’s nothing that’s going to prevent us from enjoying ourselves. Once you’re ready, of course.”
“Hanson, are you saying that you are ready for a commitment?” January saw him nod his head, and the very idea that this man could change his ways gave her hope for all mankind. She touched his naked chest and worked her way down his body, the bare skin tickling her fingertips, until she was grasping onto the piece of his anatomy that she was most interested in.
“I think my callous attitude toward women was a defense mechanism. I can’t act the same way with you. I feel something for you, and I was afraid of it before, but I’m not anymore. I want you to know that I’ve always wanted to be with you, but I never was able to figure out if I was worthy of a woman like you.” January stroked him up and down, watching as he grew to the required strength and vigor that she was looking for.
She was still feeling fatigued, but that was not going to stop her from showing him how he made her feel. This was a genuine kind of love, not something that was manipulated by the atmosphere around her. She felt foolish for letting Walker take advantage of her like that.
“I think that the more distance that we get from this planet the better. Those people on the surface have an unfair advantage. I don’t want anybody to feel that way. It’s bad enough that I had to get caught, but one thing that I don’t regret is having my child.” She rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist, while rubbing her wetness up and down the length of him. “I knew that you were a little lost and insecure. You just never told me. Where has this Hanson been all of my life?”
“I guess I never had anybody to show who I really am. Seeing you that close to death made me take a hard look at myself, and I didn’t like the person looking back. I want to be a better man for you and for your child. If you would permit me, I would very much like to raise her with you.” January paused. She worried about the physiology of the baby and what they would have to deal with when she grew up. But, she realized, that was something that she could wait to find out. She smiled in response to his offer.
She slithered down his naked body, feeling his muscles and getting a good feel for the type of man he was. January took a deep breath and took him into her mouth, until she couldn’t see him anymore. She heard him moan and saw his hands bunch into the sheets. He did not try to grab her head and force her to do anything. This was entirely her decision and one she made gladly.
She gave him every trick in the book, and still he was able to go the extra distance. His stamina was incredible. She heard him groan, saying, “You surely do have a way of making me feel powerless. Your tongue feels like it’s everywhere at once. I’m not sure how you do that, but I hope you never stop.”
January gave him 20 minutes of oral gratification and was quite amazed that he had the stamina to withstand what she was putting him through. She lathered attention on the sensitive head, feeling it squirting out the top, but mostly it was all a preamble to the main event.
She had him in both hands and was using the natural lubrication from her mouth and the cream that was leaking from the top. She moved her hands fast enough that she was able to work him into a froth. A paste of white foam that now covered the shaft and literally had Hanson pushing himself off the bed to make her do it faster.
Hanson had his eyes closed soaking in the pleasure that was coursing through his boday, and that was when January hovered above him with her hand wrapped around the base. She pointed that very demanding head at her opening. She slid down his pole until she was sitting on top of him with him staring at her like he couldn’t quite believe that this was happening.
She grinded in a circle, cradling his balls, and started riding him like a wild stallion out of the paddock. She slammed down, so hard that she could feel his cock going deeper than even Walker had gone before. She relished the feeling and knew it was so much better to have control of her emotions than it was to be on her hands and knees taking it like some sort of bitch.
“I don’t think that I will ever get enough of you, January. You make me feel like I have dreamed you into life.” That’s a nice thought she said, but at this moment “I am more concerned with the thumping of your cock inside me.” That vein along the back was throbbing and there was a need for release that could easily be seen on Hanson’s face. January slapped his chest and made him moan in response, which of course made his cock jerk, but he didn’t go off.
“I love how you lie there and take it, Hanson. You deserve this for making me wait to uncover the true you. I’m going to make you wish that you didn’t act like such an ass.” January was sure that he was confused, but then it dawned on him that she was bringing him to the brink and stopping each and every time. She could sense when he was that close, and she put a stop to it by staying completely still and closing her fingers at the base to prevent the flow from coming anywhere near the head.
With a knowing smile, he said, “I know a way that will make you distracted enough that I can get off.” January looked at him, mildly curious. She wasn’t buying what he was selling. Hanson took it as a challenge. “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, January.” He grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on the stick of dynamite between his legs. He moved his hands further up her torso, until he was manhandling her puppies. He twisted her nipples and then slammed hard up against her hot and demanding body.
He stayed deep, and then moved one finger from his right hand down over the sheen of sweat coating her skin. Her eyes were wide with the implication of where he was going. When he touched her there, fireworks began to shoot off behind her eyelids. Her wet pussy gripped him in a stranglehold and began to pulsate with a life of its own.
“You son of a bitch…you son of a bitch… FUCKKKKKKK.” January screamed and the orgasm that had started was now a full-blown earthquake. Her entire body was quivering and his need for her was now being fulfilled with several shots of her hot cream. He quickly turned her onto her back with her legs over his shoulders, so that he could finish what he started, pounding into her, until he exploded and collapsed on top of her. They were exhausted, but she knew that the wait was over. She’d finally found the love of her life, and there was nothing and no one that was going to take it away from her.
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Forgetting Larkin
CHAPTER 1
Midwife Thelma looked up from beneath the white blanket that she’d draped over Larkin’s knees, and, with a smile on her face, nodded her head towards Gregory and Larkin. Husband and wife smiled widely and laughed as they held each other’s hand. After six months of marriage, Larkin was finally pregnant.
“Thank you so much, Thelma,” Gregory said, moving to hug the older woman.
“Don’t thank me, Gregory,” Thelma remarked, shooing him away.
“Thank your young wife here. She’s the one who has the baby in her belly.”
Laughing, Gregory turned back towards Larkin and kissed her soundly on the mouth.
“Thank you so much my love,” he whispered.
Larkin held back tears of joy as she kissed her husband, truly happy that she was starting a family with him.
“How far along do you think I am?” Larkin asked, wiping her eyes.
“Not long at all, dearie. Just over seven weeks I would say. Gregory, do you have a girl coming in to help Larkin with the chores?”
Gregory nodded his head.
“It’s not official yet, but I have someone in mind. Old man Fuller’s daughter Melody has been looking for a job, and
I think she’d be perfect. What do you think Larkin?”
Larkin nodded her head, trusting her husband’s judgment. With nothing else to do but schedule Thelma’s next visit, Gregory escorted the midwife out, thanking her again for her time. Once alone, Larkin pulled up her undergarments and pushed down the hem of her light blue dress until it once again covered her ankles. It had happened. After trying so hard, she was finally giving Gregory a son. The man had worried when they didn’t conceive right away, but here they were.
As she slid off of the bed, Larkin walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway until she came to the large square window facing the rest of the compound. Unlike the other women who lived there, she shared her husband with no other wife. She was his first, and so far only. With her hands resting on her stomach, she sent up a silent prayer that it would stay that way until after the baby was born.
Like many other girls that came as wives for the husbands, Larkin had grown up in a broken home. The men from the compound were all strong, handsome, and most were kind. To a girl like her, they were a dream come true. The urge to have a solid, loving family was strong in her, and when she first met Gregory, she just knew he could give her that, even if it was in a way that the rest of the world frowned upon. The compound practiced an old religion, one she didn’t fully understand. Still, she accepted and loved it because it took her away from the streets.
Feeling another wave of nausea, Larkin scampered to the bathroom, barely making it to the sink in time before she went through another bout of morning sickness. Dizziness washed over her and she clung to the white ceramic sink, hoping she wouldn’t fall. From behind her, she heard Gregory’s heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.
“Dearest, are you all right?” He asked. His large hands gathered the thick mass of her straw colored hair and held it back for her as she felt another bout surge through her.
Groaning, she shook her head and twisted the water faucet to wash away the vomit. If the sight wasn’t bad enough the smell definitely was. Thelma had told her that she had at least two more months before the vomiting subsided, but she hoped it would be less.
With his free hand, Gregory ran it under the cool water and pressed his palm to her forehead. He heard her sigh of relief, and when she was ready, he helped her turn around and lean into his chest. Though pregnant, she felt lighter than ever, and a trace of worry shivered through him.
“I’m going to help you to bed,” he told her, already taking a step towards their bedroom.
“But then I’m heading over to old man Fuller’s to see if Melody can start right away.”
Larkin weakly nodded her head and climbed gratefully into the large bed. Gregory was right; she definitely needed help.
~
Loveland, Colorado
“Sweetheart,” William whispered, nibbling gently on Maryann’s ear.
“Sweetheart wake up, you’ve nearly slept the day away.”
Yawning, Maryann turned her body to her husband and placed her hand on his cheek. In her abdomen, she felt the healthy flutter of movement and smiled.
“What time is it?” She asked, prying open her eyes.
“Nearly five love. The dinner is in an hour.”
Tonight was William’s grand opening. After years of hard work he had finally earned enough money from his pain reliever salves and tinctures that he was now able to open a clinic all of his own. Gone were the cold and long days of selling his products at farmer’s markets. Now he would be selling his homemade products and offering services of massage, acupuncture, and reiki in his very own shop.
“How long was I out?” Maryann asked, pulling herself up into a sitting position. Looking down, she saw the small bulge of her baby belly sticking out, and she smiled. After four years of being married to someone else and being told she couldn’t get pregnant, Maryann was now three months along with the love of her life, William. For the past two years, since her escape from the compound, they’d been through so much together. But now, after overcoming obstacles and fears of the past, they were finally starting to live the life they deserved.
Going into the bathroom, Maryann ran some cold water and splashed it over her face before she looked in the mirror. Since escaping Husband, she had given herself a complete makeover, trying to bury the life she’d lived before. Her dark brown hair now sprung up in big curls just above her shoulders, and she kept a streak of blue in it just because she could do that now. She’d also gotten her ears pierced, and started wearing makeup. It had quickly become an obsession and as a gift William had taken her to Sephora for a shopping splurge.
The woman in the mirror now was nowhere near the woman she had been two years ago. Sometimes, she’d have dreams. Nightmares, really, of being back at the compound. It had been shut down temporarily after she had escaped, but after most wives testified to willingly be there, the case got thrown out, and many, if not all, returned.
From behind her she felt a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. She didn’t know how he did it, but William always knew when her mind was back at the compound. However, he also know that his touch often brought her right back to him. Smiling, she turned around and looped her arms around William’s neck.
“I’ll be ready in twenty minutes,” she promised.
“Just let me freshen my makeup and put on my dress.”
CHAPTER 2
It was just after midnight when Larkin felt the first spasm of pain. It woke her up instantly. For a moment she thought it was just a dream, it had come and gone so quickly. But then another one hit, this time stronger than the last, and she knew something was wrong.
“Gregory,” Larkin, cried, shaking his sleeping body.
“Gregory wake up, love. Something’s wrong, something’s-ahh!”
The scream was what woke Gregory up, and in an instant he was alert, calling for Melody.
The younger woman, barely twenty, came hurrying in, wearing a small, tight, man’s shirt, barely covering her backside. Her long red hair fell down both shoulders, and she held a lantern up to her face, accenting her full lips. For a moment all Gregory could do was stare at her. Only his wife’s second scream brought him back to the urging present.
“Melody, go fetch the midwife. Quickly, something’s wrong,” Gregory instructed. Melody nodded her head and disappeared.
“Tell me what’s going on, Larkin,” Gregory asked, pulling on his pants and shirt.
“The baby,” she whispered, hardly able to catch her breath.
“Something’s wrong with the baby.”
Within ten minutes Melody had returned with Thelma. The older woman, calm as ever, shooed Gregory and Melody out of the room so she could examine Larkin. Together they stood in the hallway, waiting for the news. In the soft light, Gregory’s eyes passed over Melody’s curves again. She was wearing a woman’s nightgown now, but it didn’t hide her figure at all.
“Where the hell did you get a man’s shirt?” Gregory snarled, surprised at his own anger.
Melody raised a coy eyebrow, but didn’t look at all ashamed.
“It was my brother’s but his muscles got too big for it. I thought it would be a waste to throw a perfectly good shirt away so I use it to sleep in when nights are too hot for my nightgown.”
Relief flooded through Gregory as he heard the story. Her brother Thomas. Yes, Gregory knew him well, they were friends. He grunted, not sure what else to say. He shouldn’t be caring what she was wearing anyway; he had his wife to worry about. Although, he told himself, his eyes shifting to her once again, he was by right able to take a second, third, or even fourth wife.
“What are you staring at, sir?” Melody asked, haughtily crossing her opens.
Gregory opened his mouth to reply, but Thelma opened the door, a look of concern written all over her face.
“Get your truck, Gregory, we must make haste and go to the outside hospital. If we don’t hurry, your wife may lose your child.”
In less than a second Melody was completely forgotten,
and Gregory was down the stairs and out the door, starting the old truck.
“Don’t just stand there girl,” Thelma barked, grabbing ahold of Melody’s arm.
“Help me get your mistress down the stairs.”
~
An hour and a half later the doctor, a handsome young man with very short brown hair and glasses, pushed back the curtain to Larkin’s bed and smiled. To him, Gregory and the young wife looked just like any other couple concerned for their baby’s health.
“Well, that was a little scary, wasn’t it?” The doctor asked.
“Is the baby okay?” Gregory asked immediately, his hand tight in Larkin’s.
The doctor nodded his head affirmatively and looked down at his chart.
“The baby is fine, for now. But something did happen to the placenta, and now the baby is in a very delicate position. I’m sorry to say it, but I’m going to have to put you on mandatory bed rest until you’re ready to deliver.”
Larkin’s eyes went wide as she shook her head.
“But, I’m only two months along. Are you saying I have to stay in bed for seven months?”
The doctor gave her a look full of regret, but said yes.
“I would prefer that you do it here, in the hospital, but I wouldn’t want to put that strain on you. Hospital visits, unfortunately, are outrageously expensive these days. What I will do is make a list of things you can and cannot do, okay? Is there someone that can help you for the next seven months or so?”
Gregory piped up, telling him quickly that they have Melody, who was precisely brought in to make things easier for Larkin. The doctor praised his preparedness, and went through the list of do’s and do not’s. The biggest do not that made Gregory and Larkin both wince, was the no sex rule.
