by Rye Hart
“He’s finally still.” She held a hand against her middle to feel our son who was quite the little kicker. He loved bath time, and I couldn’t wait until I had him in my arms bathing him.
“He knows it’s our private time.” I pulled her closer and kissed her, leaning a bit more forward for her these days to avoid the bump. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her arms around me as I carried her to the bed.
I placed her down atop the soft cotton sheets, and she grabbed my arms pulling me to her mouth. “I’m so horny, Reed. I think it’s getting worse the bigger I get.”
“It’s the pressure. It’s hitting all the right places lately.” She nodded as she took my hand and placed it on the slick mound between her legs. I rubbed her with a firm pressure that had her mouth falling open in ecstasy.
“Yes, don’t stop. Right there.” I wasn’t even on her clit, but the downward pressure was hitting its intended target. Her knees pinched together tight, and I belted a laugh.
“You are worked up.” I slipped my hand between her legs and let my fingers part her folds, gathering the juices. “You’re so fucking wet too, Bella. I’m going to taste that honey.” I slipped down between her legs and dragged my tongue across the tender spot. Then I dipped lower, deeper, lapping at her wet pussy, the sweet taste of her desire making my mouth water for more.
She sat up and reached for my pants and tugged them down and when my cock sprang free, she gripped it tight. Then her warm, wet mouth closed around my head as she jerked me from my base till her chin got in the way. The long strokes had my balls aching, and I gripped her hair and worked her head on me, pulling her deeper and deeper with each thrust. She’d gotten her deep-throating down pat, and she took it past her tonsils and held it there. She pulled off as her eyes watered and my hands massaged her sensitive tits.
My fingers tweaked her nipples, which were both trickling milk like sap from a tap, and I pulled my cock free and knelt down to bring her full breasts to my mouth as I slipped my fingers deep into her channel.
She threw her head back and moaned as I circled them with my tongue. “Did you know you’re leaking?” Her eyes widened, and she looked down, her cheeks flared red at the sight of her dripping nipples.
“They must have just started that. I’d hoped it wouldn’t happen until later.” She crossed her arms over her front. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I pulled her hand away and closed my mouth over her tight bud and licked it clean. I didn’t pull, I wasn’t going to do that unless she wanted.
“Suck me,” she said. Her voice was just a whisper, but she cradled my head in her arms, and I sucked, pulling a nice hot taste of her. It was rich and smooth, and she turned, pulling me off of one tit and offering me the other. “Please, Reed.” My hand worked her pussy steady as I pulled another taste into my mouth. She writhed as the orgasm overtook her, and she bucked her hips, fucking my fingers. Her pussy gripped them, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I stood up and lay her back, her big belly and breasts made her look as gorgeous as a goddess and I parted her knees and readied my cock at her entrance. But then I lifted her hips, and she moaned out as I nudged my tip into her.
“It’s so intense that I feel like I’m going to come apart.” I pushed deeper, knowing now that I wasn’t going to hurt her. I rocked my hips, fucking her steadily until she cried out with pleasure and tears rolled from her eyes.
“Bella, am I hurting you?” I stopped pounding and slowed my pace which was sweet torture, but she shook her head.
“Please don’t stop!” She rolled her hips against me like a hungry whore, and I rubbed her breasts, spreading her milk and then rubbing it across her belly and down to her soft mound. I used it for lubricant as I rubbed her tight little bud and ground my cock in deeper.
“Faster, Reed. Please.”
I loved the way she begged, but I couldn’t deprive her for long, so I sped my pace, her belly and tits rocking so hard that they slapped against each other softly.
“On your knees, Bella.” I pulled my cock free and turned her over onto all fours. Her sweet little ass tilted to accommodate me, and she glanced over her shoulder as I pushed into her soaking wet hole.
“Yes, I’m going to come, I’m so close.” She moaned and slipped her hand down to rub her clit as I thrust and my balls slapped against it. Soon, she put the hand down to brace herself as she shuddered through her release. Her pussy tightened and milked my cock, and it felt so good that I felt my release right on the edge. I pulled back and turned her over.
“I want to suck it,” she said with a seductive tone as she licked her lips.
I put her on her knees and gripped her tits and pressed them together. “I want to fuck these while you do.” She nodded, and I pressed her tits around my cock, stroking through them nice and slow while she sucked my head. Her skin was like silk, and her mouth was so sexy, I was ready to come.
“I’m close, baby. You want it?”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded as my balls tightened. Then she took me to her throat as the first splash of cum hit her tongue. She gulped, letting her throat do a little milking on my head, and then she slipped it out of her mouth and ran her lips against the side of it, down the length to my balls. She worshiped it, rubbing it on her face as the last shots of cum hit her cheek. She ran her fingers through to gather it and licked then clean.
Her breasts had leaked a bit more, and it was on my hands, so I lifted her up and led her into the bathroom with me. “Looks we’re both going to have to clean up now.”
“Only if you promise me round two in the shower.”
I turned on the water and looked at her, her sassy little smile bright and her face flushed and panting from our sex, and I knew there was no reason to wait another minute to ask her what had been on the back of my mind since the day she’d taken me back.
I loved her. There was no question, and the things we’d shared, they were so intimate that I wanted to make her mine. Forever.
She stopped and touched my face. “Reed? Are you okay?”
“Marry me, Bella. Before the baby comes, please. Marry me?” We had discussed the subject of marriage only once, and that was to agree that it wasn’t something we wanted to rush into, so I wasn’t sure if she was going to agree.
It was the longest minute of my life. She seemed to search my eyes so long, and the expression on her face was unreadable, the tears could have meant anything as they pooled in her eyes and fell to her cheeks.
“Yes. If you’re sure, that’s what you want?”
“I love you. That’s all the reason I need.”
She fell against me, and our mouths met, sealing the deal. She pulled away and covered her mouth. “Oh, Reed, we’ll have so much to do for the wedding before the baby comes. But I want to do it as soon as possible.” She seemed worried like we might not get it done.
“Relax. Get Kayla to help you, and spare no expense.”
“I was thinking Vegas, but I won’t be able to travel in another month.”
“Then we’ll go as soon as you’re ready.”
“You mean it? Tomorrow?” She was so excited that she was practically jumping up and down and making me terribly nervous.
“Tonight, if you want.” I pulled her close and kissed her. “We have the whole world at our feet.”
“And funny enough, you’re all I need.” The words meant so much to me, and I knew that I’d chosen the right girl for me. We’d been through so much, but I knew we’d have forever.
“So what do you think you want to do with all your money?” I asked her when we were tucked into bed.
“Hmmm, I’ve been thinking that I might want to blow at least half of it on some killer shoes. Maybe some Jimmy Choo’s?” she giggled.
I knew that wasn’t her style, but I loved to hear her laugh so I entertained it. “Well then I’m calling Jimmy right now and telling him to get his ass to Phoenix.” I said and she laughed some more.
After a moment, I grew
serious though. “Seriously though, you can do whatever you want with it. I meant it when I said it was yours.”
She looked at me and a smile spread across her face. “I don’t need it Reed, I have you and Jr. That’s enough for me.”
I knew that I was the luckiest man in the world; luckier than I deserved to be.
“I have a surprise for you,” I told her, reaching into the drawer of the night stand and pulling out some legal papers. I handed them to her and watched her face as she read them.
“Are these real?” she asked, tears springing to her eyes.
“They’re real,” I assured her.
I had purchased a gallery just for Bella to showcase her work and set aside a hefty sum of money for scholarships for local kids to be able to attend art schoo, and I’d put it all in her name.
“No one besides my mother has ever believed in me like this,” she said, wiping at her tears.
“Well, I do. I love you, Bella.”
And just like that, all was right in my world.
The End
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CHAPTER ONE - VIOLET
Breathe, Violet. Breathe, I told myself as I waited outside Sebastian Townsend's office. I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal, that I'd been to his office countless times before. But this time was different and I knew it. This time, I wasn't here on a social call with my father. No, this time I was interviewing for a job – a job I needed very badly.
When Sebastian had initially offered me the opportunity to interview, I worried it was out of pity or even out of some sense of obligation to my father, and I balked. But now, well, things had changed and I couldn't afford to be picky.
Far from being the hot commodity I thought I'd be, this was the only interview I'd had in weeks.
My stomach lurched and his office door opened, and Sebastian – or rather, Mr. Townsend as I probably should call him if I were to work for him – stepped out. And I stared up at him like I always did – with the wide-eyed wonder of a little girl with a major crush.
Because the fact of the matter was, potential boss or not, he was drop-dead gorgeous – even if he was my father's age.
“Violet, how nice to see you again,” he said, his smile going all the way to his blue eyes.
Even though I knew – or at least, based on what my father had told me – Sebastian could be absolutely brutal when it came to business and tended to take no prisoners, he always had such a genuine kindness and gentleness about him. It was one of the reasons I admired him as much as I did.
“It's nice to see you too, Mr. Townsend,” I managed to croak.
He waved me toward his office. “Come on in and let's chat.”
I stood up and shook his hand, making sure my grip was firm and professional, and went through all the normal pleasantries of small talk as we walked into his office. I sat down in a chair across from his desk, the skirt of my business suit riding up and showing a little more leg than I'd intended. I fought to pull it down without looking too obvious about it, but it was too late. He was already looking down at my leg and doing his best to not laugh out loud and make me feel any more awkward than I already felt.
“Excuse me,” I said, the color rising in my cheeks. “New suit.”
“It's all good, Violet,” he said. “So, tell me, what have you been up to since college?”
He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and I watched his every movement with wide eyes and an open mouth. Seriously, Sebastian could have stepped right off the pages of a fashion magazine or a TV show like Mad Men; he was that beautiful to look at. It was almost distracting.
Damn. This was going to be hard.
“Well, to be honest, I'm just trying to find a job, as you know. I've applied at a number of different companies, had a few interviews, but nothing has panned out just yet,” I admitted. “They all want experience I don't have yet, which is part of the problem with just getting out of school, I suppose.”
“Yeah, yeah, I understand. Believe me, I do. The market is tough right now, especially in real estate development,” he said. “A lot of companies downsized after the bust and many are still leery about hiring new people right now. They don't want to take on too much in labor before they know if the market is truly solid again.”
“Exactly,” I said. “And as you know, things with my family have made it a bit harder. I had to take some time off for my father.”
Sebastian grimaced, and I felt bad for bringing it up. He and my father had been close since college, and he knew all too well the toll it took on our family when my father had died. I didn't want him to hire me out of pity, but it was the truth.
I hadn't been able to look for work while caring for my dying father and after that, planning a funeral – all things my mother couldn't deal with. And now, I was rushing to find a job since I was the one trying to keep a roof over our heads – something else my mother was incapable of doing.
“I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands. “I was around your age when I lost my father, and the funeral was up to me too. It's such a tremendous burden to put onto a child's shoulders – especially one who's just graduated college and is trying to get on their feet. But you did a wonderful job of holding it all together. I commend you for that, Violet. I know that your father would have been proud of you.”
Hearing such high praise from Sebastian was nice, even if it was about something so depressing. It was nice to know that someone felt I had it all together. Because honestly, it didn't feel that way to me most of the time. I felt like I was being held together by rubber bands and scotch tape – and that the slightest breeze would bring the whole house of cards crashing down on top of me.
Before I could thank him for his kind words though, Sebastian spoke again, “And that is why I asked you in here today. I could use someone with a level-head and your organizational skills around here,” he said. “I've been considering hiring an assistant for some time now. I know that I desperately need one, but I could never find someone I trusted enough to do the job. And after watching how well you handled everything, under the enormous burden of pressure and stress on your shoulders, I knew you'd be the right person for the job. So, what I'm saying is, the job is yours if you want it.”
My mouth was hanging open and I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words. So instead, I merely smiled, “Thank you, Sebastian. That means a lot to me. More than you know, actually.”
“When can you start?” he asked, opening up a planner and looking up at me.
“I can start whenever you need me,” I said. “You're the boss. You tell me and I'll be here with bells on.”
“How about tomorrow? That way we can get you prepped for the trip to Bali in the next couple of weeks and –”
“Bali?” I almost choked and stared at him with what I was sure was a dumbfounded expression on my face. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” he said with a smile. “Being my assistant comes with a few perks now and again, trust me. You'll be traveling to some pretty cool places, I have to admit. We're opening a new resort in Bali and I need to travel down there to personally oversee a few things. And I could use your help with it.”
Bali. Wow. I'd walked into his office an unemployed mess and I was walking out as his personal assistant who was getting an all-expense paid trip to Bali. I had to wonder if his friendship with my father had anything to do with it, but I wasn't complaining because hey, Bali.
“Wow, I don't know what to say, Sebas – Mr. Townsend. Thank you,” I stammered. “For everything. I can't tell you how much I appreciate the opportunity.”
“S
ebastian,” he said. “No need to go making me feel older than I already do.”
“Sebastian, then,” I said, a broad smile on my face. “I won't let you down. Thank you so much.”
“No, thank you, Violet,” he said, smiling, those baby blue eyes boring straight into my soul. “Thank you. I know you're going to be amazing.”
CHAPTER TWO - SEBASTIAN
Violet had grown into quite the young lady, I had to admit. Having been around her most all of her life, I still pictured her as a child. It was easy to do. But having watched her handle herself so well during her father's illness and subsequent death, I saw firsthand how grown up she was now. It blew me away. She was most definitely not the precocious little kid I'd known.
Yes, perhaps I felt a little bit sorry for her. But I knew how hard things had been on her and all she'd had to endure and overcome. But feeling sorry for her wasn't the only reason I'd hired her. Sure, Chuck would have been grateful to me for taking on his daughter like I was doing, but that wasn't the reason I'd given her the job either.
In all truthfulness, I was impressed by her. She was a lot stronger than I think even she realized and she truly was a remarkable young woman.
Violet intrigued me in ways very few woman had before – probably because I'd watched her grow from a small child into the beautiful woman she was today. Even still, knowing all I knew about her, it was easy to forget that this was Chuck's daughter. She was so mature, so well-spoken, so smart, and most of all, so grown-up.
With her auburn hair pulled back in a bun, and a suit that was tailored to her petite, but curvy frame, everything about her cried out straight-laced and professional. And when she spoke, you could tell that she knew what she was talking about and was probably the smartest person in the room. The fact that it was so hard for her to get a job was crazy to me – but then again, her resume was pretty bare. Which was why I was there to help her.
