Nightclub Surprise

by Michelle Love

  The rest of the tour had them nearly speechless, which was a rare thing for Calum. When I took them up to the left wing, I pointed at my door, which was at the end of the hallway. “That’s my room down there. If you’ll notice, there are rooms very close to mine and right across the hall from each other. Should we check those out first?”

  Calum ran to the door on the right and stopped, frozen in place as Tawny and I caught up. “Momma, look,” he muttered.

  Tawny’s eyes looked like they were about to fall out of their sockets—and I couldn’t blame her. The room was bigger than the apartment they’d been staying in. “Oh, Lord!”

  I walked in, explaining as I went. “This is the sitting area with a television,” I gestured to the flat screen that hung on the wall in front of a couple of tan leather sofas. I opened the door at the back of that room, going into the bedroom. “There’s tons of room in here to fill this place with toys of all kinds. What do you think, Calum?”

  “I think I’m in heaven,” he said with a giggle as he ran all over the room. A queen-sized bed caught his attention, and he hopped up on it and spread his little body out as wide as he could. “I can’t believe this! Is this whole bed for me?”

  “It is.” Tawny went to sit on it too, moaning at how comfortable it was. “Oh, August, this bed’s so comfy.” She pulled Calum up and put him on her lap. “I bet you’ll sleep like a baby in this bed, don’t you?”

  “Prolly,” he agreed.

  After showing them the attached bathroom with a stand-up tiled shower and a bathtub, I took them to the closet at the back. Neither Calum nor Tawny knew what it was. “And what kinda room’s this?” he asked.

  “This is your closet.” I opened the doors, which were built to look like they were only walls. “See, your things will go in here. And the bench is for you to sit on to put your shoes on.” I went to the other side of the room, opening those hidden doors. “Your shoes will go in here on these shelves.”

  “That’s a whole lotta shelves, Dad,” Calum told me as his eyes grew wide.

  “It is.” I opened the last two doors, showing him the drawers that were inside of them. “And here are the drawers for your other things.”

  Neither quite knew how to act; they were clearly overwhelmed. And when I took Tawny to a room that was very similar to Calum’s, she began to cry. I held her in my arms to soothe her. “This is too much, August.”

  “No, this is what your life is now, Tawny. You belong here with me. Our son deserves this. And so do you.” I kissed her on top of her head as I swayed with her.

  Resting her head on my chest, we watched our son as he ran around the room, marveling at everything. The puzzle of my life felt as if it was finally being solved. Hope filled me for our future.

  Nothing could stop me now.

  Chapter Eighteen

  August

  “I started out this day nearly catching on fire, and now I’m swimmin’ in a pool that’s inside a house that I get to live in!” Calum said just before he jumped off the diving board, creating a splash that echoed inside the glass room.

  Tawny and I sat on the edge of the pool, our feet dangling in the water. She didn’t have a bathing suit, so she couldn’t get in. I opted to sit out with her, and Calum was happy to swim in a pair of shorts.

  Our fingers entwined, our shoulders touching as we leaned against each other, we watched our son playing away in front of us. I don’t think I’d ever been in a better mood. The sound of the door opening had us turning to see who it was. “Good evening, sir,” my chef, Tara, greeted us. “I’ve come to see what you all want for dinner. With the new additions, I’d like to prepare a meal they’ll enjoy, too.”

  Calum dog-paddled his way to us, the red life jacket he wore keeping him afloat. “I love chili dogs. Oh, and I love French fries.”

  Tawny cleared her throat. “But little boys who want to grow up to be strong men like their fathers have to eat more than junk food to get that way.” She directed her attention to Tara. “So, anything healthy is good with us. I don’t like to eat fried foods and don’t like Calum to, either. I’ve always stayed away from sugary foods and drinks as well. I’m a nurse, so nutrition is more important to me than taste.”

  “Ah, I see. So, let me see if this is a typical meal you’d enjoy,” Tara said, getting a bead on Tawny. “Roasted chicken in an almond sauce, organic fresh green beans with wild mushrooms, and baked sweet potatoes with a touch of cinnamon and brown sugar butter. How’s that sound?”

  “That sounds nutritious and delicious,” Tawny said with a wide smile. “And I usually give Calum an eight-ounce glass of almond or coconut milk, or a mixture of the two, unsweetened, of course. And a glass of water, too.”

  With a nod, Tara had one more question, “I usually serve fowl with white wine. Is that okay with you, ma’am?”

  “Yes, of course. And water though, please make sure there’s water on the table,” Tawny said with a smile. “I’m an avid water drinker. It’s like a little miracle, health-wise.”

  “I will remember that then. I’ll have the minifridge in your bedroom stocked with some bottled water, and I’ll stock Calum’s with some healthy choices, too.” And with that, Tara left us alone once more.

  Tawny shook her head. “That was weird, huh?”

  “What, telling our chef how you want to eat?” I asked with a chuckle. “No, it’s what you’re supposed to do. Tara’s a great chef and eager to please, so feel free to let her know whatever you want.” Her lips were just too close not to kiss, so I stole one kiss from her as Calum paddled around the pool. “He’s wearing himself out rather well, don’t you think?”

  She nodded and gave me a sexy little grin. “After this, a filling meal, a warm bath, and a bedtime story, he should be out like a light.”

  “Then Mommy and Daddy can play.” I kissed her again. “Thank you for coming here with me.”

  Leaning her head on my shoulder, she ran her hand over my chest. “Thank you for asking us to come. My pride gets in my way sometimes.”

  “That’s okay.” One look at Calum as he climbed out of the pool to go down the slide reminded me of something that had been on my mind. “Tawny, I thought you told me you were on the pill that night.”

  She ducked her head, suddenly shy—and maybe feeling a little guilty. “Yeah, you remember that right.”

  “So, how did you manage to get pregnant?” I took her by the chin to get her to look at me again.

  “Well,” she said, then her eyes cut to the left before coming back to meet mine. “I lied about that.”

  “Why on Earth would you lie about that?” I asked her.

  “Because I wanted you. And I didn’t have any condoms and doubted you did. And I wanted to feel you and only you. I know that was immature of me—and very wrong and unfair to you. And I knew the risk I was taking. But I didn’t care. I wanted you so damn badly, nothing else mattered to me.” Her cheeks heated with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, August. I never meant to get pregnant. I never meant to hurt you in any way. That’s why I kept it to myself. I felt it to be my responsibility, not yours.”

  “But he’s my blood, baby. I’m not trying to make you feel bad, but you should know that if you had told me you were pregnant, then I wouldn’t have stayed in the marines past my initial two-year commitment.” My thoughts turned to what had happened after the first two years had gone by. I’d been on some very dangerous missions, missions I would never have taken if I’d known I had a kid.

  “I’m sorry. I really am,” she whispered. “You and I were nothing to each other at the time. That was my biggest reason behind keeping things to myself.”

  I nodded, understanding her much better then. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have just loved you and left you like that. There were plenty of ways we could’ve stayed in touch. My reason for not staying in touch was because I wanted you to feel free to be with other guys, maybe even fall in love. Not in a million years did I think you’d actually keep the promise you
made to me that night.”

  Blinking a few times, Tawny sighed. “Yeah, well, having a kid makes dating pretty difficult. Hell, I’ve had doctors ask me out, and I’ve turned every one of them down. Bringing anyone around Calum just seemed wrong to me. Being with anyone else just didn’t excite me the way being with you did.”

  Stroking her hair, I had something to admit to her, too. “I can’t lie and tell you that I kept my promise I made to you that night. But I can tell you this—no one compared to you. No one ever filled my mind and heart the way the memory of you did—the way you do now.”

  Her green eyes looked at me, filled with love and hope. “I hate what happened today with Calum and the wildfire scare, but I love the fact that it drew the truth out of me. I knew it the moment you took over, and I couldn’t think of anything else other than that you both needed to know what you truly are to each other.”

  “It’s crazy how things in this world work.” My fingers played with the collar of her dress, touching her skin lightly, loving how each touch sent sparks of electricity traveling up my fingers, through my hand, and up my arm. Our connection was real. Our love was real.

  One little voice nagged at my brain, though. If she’d told you that you were a father, you would’ve been out of the marines long before that gun misfired.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to rid my mind of that thought. What happened had happened. I couldn’t allow my inner demons to get in the way of my happiness.

  So, I opened my eyes to look at the woman I loved. “I love you, Tawny. No matter what’s happened, I love you.”

  The smile she gave me made my heart melt as her hand moved over my cheek. “And I love you, too. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you and making up for the years you lost with our son.”

  Sure, she will, the nagging voice in my head said. She can’t change the past though, can she?

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tawny

  The day had taken its toll on Calum, and when he laid his head on the soft pillow, his eyes closed almost immediately. August read him a story, but only got a quarter of the way through it before Calum made light snoring sounds.

  “He’s out,” I said, taking the book out of August’s hands to put it on the nightstand.

  August gazed at me as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Now what should we do?”

  My body ached for his; it had for hours. Taking his hand, I pulled him up, and then linked my arm around his. “I’m thinking I’ll just turn in and see you in the morning.”

  He’d waited until we’d gotten out of Calum’s room and closed the door behind us before he lifted me and threw me effortlessly over his shoulder. “I’m thinking something very different from that.” His hand connected with my ass, making me yelp with excitement.

  I had yet to see his bedroom. A dark green comforter spread over his huge bed. “Is this bigger than a king-sized bed, August?” I asked as he threw me down on it.

  “It is. But as big as this Texas king is, you still won’t be able to get away from me on it.” He shucked off his jeans, then his shirt, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs.

  Grabbing me by the legs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, my dress riding up as he pulled me to him to splay one hand over the front of my panties. He fisted the silky material before ripping them off. “Oh, how sweet it is to know I’ve got you right where I’ve wanted you for so long now.”

  “Do you always get what you’re after, August Harlow?” I asked with a wicked grin.

  He nodded before stepped back. The bulge in his underwear told me he’d been thinking about taking me to his bedroom for some time. Extending one finger, he wiggled it in a come-hither gesture.

  My dress and bra still on, I got on my hands and knees, making my way to the edge of the bed where he stood waiting for me. His cock was at the right level, and I stopped crawling to pull the waistband down, releasing his massive erection. “Oh, my, my, my.” I licked my lips as I looked up at him. “Now this looks delicious. Do you mind if I sample this tasty treat?”

  He shook his head and I went to work, licking the tip while moving my hands up and down his long shaft. After teasing him for a while, I opened my mouth, sliding it over the soft skin. The groan he made had me feeling pretty great about my skills.

  I’d been doing a little research on the subject and had seen a few videos on how to please your man. And my man was sounding pretty pleased at that moment.

  Moving my mouth up and down while playing with his balls, he made the sexiest sounds, pulling my hair as he hissed some choice curse words. “Oh, baby, damn you’re good at this.”

  I’d just gotten the slightest taste of salty pre-cum on my tongue when he pulled my hair, yanking my head back with a solid jerk. When my eyes met his, I saw fire in them and knew he didn’t want to shoot his load down my throat the way I thought he’d like to. “No?” I asked as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

  “No, I want to be inside of you when I do that.” He lifted my dress off over my head then took off my bra. “On your knees, but face the other way this time.”

  I complied, ready to do whatever he said. My trust in the man knew no bounds. His hands moved over my ass, caressing it. One hard slap made me yelp, but I wiggled it for him to do it again. He gave me another and another, leaving it stinging before he kissed it all over.

  Soft kisses peppered my ass then one long lick down my crack had me tingling inside. He’d flattened his tongue, pulling my cheeks apart to lick me over and over, all the way up then all the way down the crack of my ass.

  Wetness dripped down the insides of my thighs as I grew more desperate for him with every passing moment. He reached around me as he licked me, taking my nub between his thumb and forefinger and twisting it. A continuous moan came from me as he played with my body until I was on the brink of an orgasm.

  He stopped licking, taking me by the waist and turning me over to finish me off. The man loved to drink me up and did so as often as he could. His tongue ran through my folds, pointed and sharp. Then he flattened his tongue again to lick up my mound, tapping my clit with each stroke.

  My hands fisted in his hair as I watched him eat me. Inside, I was one hot mess, my stomach tight as it readied for an intense climax. When his lips pressed against my vagina and he blew warm air into me, I cried out with pleasure, “Yes!”

  In went his tongue as he fucked me with it. I arched my body up to help him go deeper into me, and he took my ass in his hands, holding my hips off the bed as he feasted on me.

  The damn broke inside of me, and I cried out as the orgasm took over, “August! Yes!”

  His hungry mouth took everything I’d released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved up my body, kissing me all the way up until his mouth landed on mine, and his body pressed me to the bed.

  Our tongues dueled with each other, taking everything they could as we shared our combined tastes. I pulled my legs up, bending my knees, and his cock thrust into me. The orgasm was still rolling through me, and he groaned as I spasmed around him. Wrenching his mouth from mine as I held tightly to his head in protest, he moaned, “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.”

  “Your cock fills me up perfectly,” I moaned right back as I moved my body with his, creating waves of sensation.

  His hazel eyes glistened down at me. “You like it when this fat cock fucks your sweet pussy, baby?”

  His dirty talk never failed to turn me on even more. “Yeah, I do.” I pulled my head up to bite his lower lip, tugging it.

  He growled, flipped us over so that I was on top, then put his hands on my waist, lifting me up to stroke his hard dick. My tits jiggled, and he watched them with a hungry expression on his handsome face. “God, those tits are so full and bouncy. I bet they were even bigger when you were pregnant.”

  I ran my hands over my tits as I rode him. “They were nearly twice this size. I had to have a special bra back then.”

  The way he bit his lip as he looked at my tits
thrilled me. Then he leaned up, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it hard while licking the nipple.

  His dark, silky hair called to me, and I ran my hands through it as he sucked me, making my stomach pull with each tug. It took me no time at all to come again, writhing on top of him as he continued to suck.

  Gasping with the intensity of the climax, I screamed, “August! August!”

  But he kept sucking me while moving me up and down his cock. When his mouth left that tit, I moaned—half in protest and half in relief—and he took the other one, sucking it hard as he rolled the nipple between his teeth. Moving me faster, he took me to another climax.

  I could barely breathe as the orgasms took everything out of me. He turned, putting me on my back and plunging his cock into me as he held the top part of his body off me, making sure I could breathe.

  Hanging onto his neck, I looked right back into his eyes as he moved in and out of me. There was something in those hazel eyes. Then his lips parted as he said, “I want you to have another baby.”

  He kept moving as I lay there, barely able to think. The way he moved, the way he filled me, the way he looked at me all compelled me to say one word, “Yes.”

  With a loud growl, he moved faster and much harder as he plunged into me with a fierceness I’d never seen in him before. Over and over, he thrust into me until he bellowed with his release, a release that took my body along for the ride as an orgasm flushed through my body, all the way to the ends of my toes.

  Loudly, we panted as we tried to catch our breath. He stayed right where he was until the last jerk of his cock, then he fell to one side of me. We laid there, side by side, looking up the ceiling.

  As the high I’d been on slowly came down, I realized what I’d told him. He rolled to lie on his side, his palm flattening on my stomach. “Soon that’ll be filled with my child once again. And this time I’ll get to experience every bit of it.”

  This kind of talk was new to me. He wanted me to have his baby. His body glowed with the desire to see me pregnant with his child. And that’s when it hit me. The guilt that I’d hidden from myself for too long.