by Stella Stone
We stay like that until it’s time for dinner, then we hurry the kids inside and enjoy a family meal. After dinner Connery puts the kids to bed, then takes me to bed as well.
We don’t have sex, I think he’s afraid to touch me, but he’s held me every single night so tightly that I think he’s more afraid he’ll wake up and I’ll be gone in the morning.
He doesn’t realize it yet, but he will, I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I’m going to be around for a hell of a lot longer. I have an entire life to live with him.
TWO YEARS LATER
CONNERY
Everyone cheers. Our friends surround the head of the table as Bexley blows out her candles. Kids are running around screaming and acting crazy, but I can only focus on her.
Two years ago I was convinced I’d lost her forever.
She told me she was stronger than that cancer, and I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t. She proved me wrong. She is stronger, and now she’s been awarded a complete clean bill of health. So we’re celebrating her twenty-ninth birthday in style, with all of our friends.
“She is truly amazing,” Aldrich murmurs next to me taking a sip of his drink.
I chuckle, looking way from my sexy girl, to my friend. “She is, but you know all about amazing women, don’t you?” I ask arching a brow.
His eyes glaze over as he searches for his own woman. He nods, taking another sip.
“We all are lucky fucks,” Whitaker announces from my other side.
Aldrich and I both chuckle. But it's Sterling who speaks. “We don’t deserve them, none of them. Then again, they didn’t deserve the hands they were dealt, did they?” he asks, his eyes taking in each woman in the room.
“No, they didn’t. Thank fuck we were there to be their knights in shining armor,” I state.
They all laugh, then they find Bexley. I know they’re all looking at her, watching her with our two children as she cuts cake and they deliver it to guests.
“Thank fuck she’s okay,” Whitaker whispers.
I nod, a knot in my throat forming. “Yeah,” I rasp.
We don’t say anything else, content to watch our families but later that night, in bed with my birthday girl, I tug her naked body beneath mine. Fitting my thighs between hers, I slowly slip my cock deep inside of her always ready pussy.
“Conny?” she asks, looking up at me.
Her hair isn’t as blonde as it was before, but I think it suits her better now, anyway. Her golden flecked eyes aren’t as easy to see in the dark room, but I could see them in complete blackness, I’ve stared at them so often.
“I love you, sexy girl,” I rasp, pulling out then sliding back inside of her.
Slowly, I make love to my wife. She doesn’t allow me to for long, before her nails are scoring my skin and she’s begging for more, lifting her hips to offer that sweet cunt for me. I take it, just like I’ve always taken what she’s offered.
When she comes, it’s with a soft cry as her entire body trembles, when I come it’s on a roar as I fill her full of my release.
“I’m pregnant again,” she whispers into the dark room.
My smile appears immediately. The doctors said we probably couldn’t have more, so we decided to let God be in control and haven’t used any type of precautions.
Leaning forward, I brush my lips across hers. “I’ve known for a little while,” I admit. I always know before she does. Her pussy tastes different, her body starts to change before my eyes, and I just know. “Happy birthday, sexy girl,” I chuckle against her lips.
“I love you, Connery,” she sighs.
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CHAPTER ONE
KINSLEY
Fired.
What an ugly word. I was though, fired that is. The box I held in my hands as I walked down the street proved it to be true. It held everything that was personal in my desk, which honestly wasn’t much. It was embarrassing, packing up this box while someone from security watched me, making sure that I wouldn’t steal anything.
Me? Steal. It was preposterous. Almost as preposterous as the reason I was fired. Sexual harassment, my ass. My assistant was just pissed off because I wouldn’t keep quiet about him doing blow on his lunch break.
I should be thanking him for getting me canned though. I hated my job, really hated it with a passion. Now, I can do something else. Maybe this is what I really needed, the kick in the pants to get my shit together and do something different with my life. I just wish I hadn’t moved to my new place last month when I got my raise. I’m going to have to move, no way can I afford the rent, anymore.
When I arrive home, I unlock my door, and drop my box onto the entryway floor. I don’t care what’s inside of it, honestly it’s just a bunch of crap.
Walking over to the small desk in the corner, I power on my laptop and I do a job search. Throwing caution to the wind, I don’t look in any specific state. I need a big change, something that will force me to get out of my comfort zone.
I apply for anything and everything that I can find. Location is of no consequence. All I know is that I want out of this place.
Once I’ve successfully submitted at least fifty resume’s all over the country I walk into the kitchen and grab a brand-new bottle of cheap wine, and a carton of gelato.
Now, all I have to do is wait.
HEATH
There’s movement out of the corner of my eye. Standing up, I walk over to the window. Leaning my forearm against the side, I watch. It’s what I do—watch.
I don’t really leave my home. Not that I’m afraid or anything, just, what’s the point? I can have everything that my heart desires delivered to my front porch—and I do, including women if I need that.
Speaking of women, there’s a woman bent over, reaching for something inside of the backseat of her car. It’s not anything fancy, just a silver sedan, but that’s not what has me frozen to my spot. Her ass is spectacular. My cock hardens at the sight of the rounded curves.
She slowly stands up, and I grunt. Her waist is small, the tank top she’s wearing hides nothing. I can see the cheeks of her perky ass just peeking out of the bottom of her cut off jean shorts.
Her legs are long and lean, her skin creamy looking. She has a mass of black hair piled up on top of her head and she’s carrying a box. I haven’t even seen her face yet, but I already know that I want her.
I watch as she disappears into the house, and then comes bounding down the stairs a few minutes later, again. That’s when I see her face. Holy fuck. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Pink puffy lips, big round eyes, and small turned up nose.
I need her. I imagine her on her knees for me, begging to please me, and I groan, my cock growing hard enough to pound nails. Whoever she is, the new neighbor next door—I want her.
Smirking to myself, I decide right here and now that I will have her. There’s no way I can live next door to her, watch her, and not sink inside of her sweet curvy body.
