He rolled them over, pulling Scarlet on top of him so she was straddling him, then gripped her hips, raising them slightly, and slid inside her. Guiding her movements, he thrust into her, filling her deeply and fully, his throbbing penis rubbing her in ways she’d never experienced before. She rode him, grinding her hips every time their bodies met, feeding a fire deep inside her that was so intense she felt like she was on fire.
Marc slid his hands between their bodies and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing her in gentle circles, growing harder as her hot core tightened around him. Scarlet was riding him, her hips going up and down, her head thrown back, breasts thrust forward. With his other hand, Marc took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and squeezed until she cried out with pleasure.
Her body assaulted with sensation from so many different places exploded, her orgasm stealing her breath and making the world grow dark. But before it could end, Marc began to thrust into her harder, driving himself into her deeper, triggering another wave of pleasure. Scarlet’s entire body was wracked with spasms of pleasure, the passion overwhelming every nerve in her body.
With a cry of intense pleasure, Marc let himself go, grabbing Scarlet’s hips and pushing deeper as his orgasm thundered though him, stealing his breath as Scarlet’s had hers. Scarlet collapsed on top of him unable to move. He wrapped his arms around her, content to have her stay right where she was.
A few minutes later, after they’d both recovered their breath, Marc said, “I think it’s time to go home. I miss Miner’s Ridge and our friends.”
Scarlet picked up her head to look at him, happy to hear him calling it home. “I was thinking the same thing myself. It’s time to get the diner back open.”
“And we need to make plans for the future. I love you, Scarlet, and I’m not letting you out of my sight again. I’m not sure what that means for us, but I hope you feel the same way,” he said, getting ready to ask her to marry him, but she interrupted him.
She’d been carrying around a secret since the night she’d been treated at the emergency room. At first, she’d kept it to herself, unable to believe it was true, but now she knew it was and she couldn’t wait another day to tell Marc.
“We probably should think about a bigger house. My little one is going to get kind of crowded with the four of us,” she said, waiting to see how long it would take him to realize what she’d just said.
“Is there going to be someone else living with us?” he asked, confused.
“Well, not right away, but in about eight months, we’ll have to make some room,” she said, grinning at him.
He rolled her onto her back so fast, her head was spinning a little when his mouth came down on hers. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I don’t know how it happened, but we’re going to have a baby,” she said, waiting for him to kiss her again, but instead he jumped out of bed and picked up his pants.
She was worried that he was going to leave, but instead he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and knelt down next to the bed on the floor. “I was getting ready to ask you to marry me before you interrupted me so rudely,” he said, trying to look stern, but unable to resist kissing Scarlet. Then continued, “I want you to marry me, Scarlet. I already talked to Sean and he’s all for it. Please say yes.”
The tears were streaming down her face. “Yes, oh yes. I’ll marry you, Marc,” she said, watching as he slid the ring on her finger.
“I love you, Scarlet,” he said, sliding back into bed with her and pulling her into his arms.
“I love you too, Marc,” she said, knowing that this was the real thing. They’d be a family now, the kind of family she’d always dreamed of.
“I think we should name her Montana Fire,” Marc said, dreamily. “She’s proof that there’s always life after a fire, no matter what kind of fire it is. We both survived our own personal fires to find each other and now we’ll have our own little girl to remind us of the fire we share.” Scarlet didn’t know how he knew it was a little girl, but she felt it too. Montana Fire was the perfect name for the gift they’d been given.
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When He Comes Back Around
Love forced apart, a miscarried baby, now he's back...
A complete story, brought to you by best selling author Mary Peart.
When Jewel and Jordan were 15, they were high school sweethearts.
Jewel was certain she had met the boy of her dreams, until he unexpectedly moved away to Europe and left her broken-hearted.
Fast forward into adulthood, and Jewel is happily content with how her life is going.
That is, until she discovers Jordan has returned to take over his father’s business, and is looking to reconnect with the love of his life.
Jewel wants this too, she really does.
But time changes things, and despite being as dashing as ever, Jordan has a lot of making up to do.
Will the two be able to reconnect lost love after all these years?
Or will Jewel be left broken-hearted for a second time, with even worse consequences?
Find out in this exciting and passionate pregnancy romance by bestselling author Mary Peart of BWWM Club.
Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so hot, you'll be wishing for your own star-crossed romance.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Chapter 1
“He’s back!” Jewel stirred the cinnamon stick in her mug of black coffee and pretended not to hear what her friend had just said. It was mid afternoon break at the bookstore and Savannah had come over to have coffee as usual. “Are you listening to me, Jewel?” she continued.
Jewel looked up and met her friend’s eyes. “I know, and I heard you the first time.” She said quietly. She had heard he was back because it had been all over the papers: ‘Jordan McIntyre takes over from deceased father,' and then it had gone into details of the progress of the billion dollar company and how essential McIntyre and Company was in the small town. She had gazed at his picture in the paper that had not done justice to his wildly streaked brown hair and his amazing emerald green eyes and the dimple in his strong chin. It had not shown his tall muscular frame or the whiteness of his teeth.
“Can we not talk about Jordan please, Savannah?” Jewel’s large dark eyes pleaded with her friend’s. They were missing one of the trios. Jaclyn had a showing of an apartment and had said that she was not sure she would make it. The three girls had been friends since high school and even when they had gone to different colleges they had still kept in touch. Savannah was a Junior high school teacher and Jewel had taken over the running of a very successful bookstore from her mother, who had gone to live in Florida with her new husband.
“You want to talk about how I left Jeremy’s sorry ass?” Savannah asked her. Jewel looked at her friend in consideration, searching the perfectly made-up cocoa brown complexion and the elegantly combed shoulder length hair.
“You don’t look the worse for wear.” Jewel commented. “What did he do this time?”
“Caught him with his pants down, literally.” Savannah told her. “He was screwing the next door neighbor and I came home early and caught them together... in my bed! I felt like bur
ning my Egyptian cotton sheets but I remained sensible and told both of them to get the hell out of my apartment. I wanted to cut his cheap penis off but instead I had to be satisfied with cutting up his expensive Jordan sneakers.”
“When did all of this happen?” Jewel asked laughing at her friend’s expression.
“Over the weekend, but I didn’t want to burden you with it considering,” the rest was left unsaid but Jewel knew she was referring to Jordan being back.
“I am over him, Sav.” Jewel said quietly.
“Girl, you don’t need to go back there after all that happened.” Savannah said sympathetically. “So now I am back on the market. Lord I hate starting over! Maybe that’s why I put up with Jeremy’s crap for so long.”
“Sometimes it’s better to stay alone than to go through all that.” Jewel told her.
“Not all of us are as strong as you are honey. Sometimes a woman just needs a strong man to lean on and to relieve the stress with a little bit of sex, even if it is lousy sex.”
“Settling is not my thing and you know it.”
“You are looking for Mr. Perfect and he does not exist. You need to start settling for Mr. Available. Jordan was close to perfect and look where it got you.” Savannah looked at her anxiously, afraid she had brought up painful memories, but Jewel shook her head.
“I have discovered that even perfection has its flaws.”
*****
Jordan McIntyre sat around the massive old fashioned desk that had belonged to his father, and tried to get his bearings. He had been back in town for a week now and he had yet to get his head screwed on straight. He had not wanted to come back, mainly because of the strain between him and his parents, and he was not sure he wanted to see Jewel. He stared off into space as he thought how idealistic and stupid he had been to love her. He had thought that she loved him back, but she had only been interested in his money.
He had felt like his heart was about to explode when he had been told by his parents that they had offered her two million dollars and she had jumped at the chance to take it. He had not been surprised by what his parents had done, but he had been heartbroken that she had proven them right all along.
They had met in high school because although his parents were so influential, they had wanted to show that they were a part of the community; that they not only employed locally, but that they also allowed their only son to mingle with the locals as well. They had shared several classes together. One morning she had raced into school because she had been running late and had careened into him, spilling both their books onto the floor.
“I am sorry,” she had told him breathlessly, her large dark brown eyes meeting his green ones. She had been fifteen and he had been seventeen and as a senior he did not mingle with juniors; but she was different, with her oval face and coffee and cream colored complexion ,and long dark hair caught up in a ponytail.
They had started going out secretly. The first time they had kissed, underneath an oak tree on the path to her home, they knew they belonged together. He had been with several other girls at school, but the minute he touched her he knew he could not be with anyone else. He just needed a way to tell his parents about her. She had two strikes against her as far as they were concerned: she was black and she was not rich, so she did not belong.
“When are you going to tell them, Jordan?” she had asked him quietly, as they lay underneath their favorite tree in the cool spring afternoon. He had brought a blanket in his back pack and he had spread it out for them to lie on.
“Soon,” he had told her briefly, pushing up her blouse to touch her small breasts with their dusky nipples. They had not gone all the way yet because she said she was not ready. He had respected her wishes, even though he was getting frustrated.
“That’s not good enough,” she said pushing his hand away and pulling down her blouse.
“What do you want from me, Jews?” he asked her, resorting to the pet name he and her friends used for her.
“I want you to show me that I am not your dirty little secret.” She had told him firmly.
He looked up sharply as he heard a discreet knock on the door. “They are ready for you now Mr. McIntyre,” his father’s secretary said to him.
“Thank you, I will be right there.” He told her briefly, coming back to the present. The past had done him enough harm; he did not need to be rehashing it inside his head.
*****
Caroline McIntyre stared at her reflection in the large oval mirror in the large peach and cream bathroom. She had had a few nips and tucks done and frowned a little bit at the crinkles beside her eyes. She ran her fingers through her still full and glossy blonde hair, and reflected that for a woman of fifty seven years she looked ten years younger. It had taken a mountain of work and a personal trainer who did not let her slack off. It was because of that that she was toned and lean and in very good health. She was not like most of her friends: a cliché of going to bed with the trainer, and besides, hers was as gay as the night was long. She demanded respect and sleeping around with the hired help did not get you any. Servants talked and she was smart enough to realize that; her mother had been a helper too so she knew. She had married into wealth and she knew it was because of her good looks and the fact that she had not dropped her panties for James McIntyre when he had asked her to. She had been modest and had waited until he had put a ring on her finger. She had studied the etiquette and lifestyle of the rich and powerful like it was the Holy Grail, and adapted, until a lot of people thought she had been born into it.
Her husband had died of a heart attack and her son was back from Europe. It was then that she had realized that he had grown up, so unlike the gauche young man who had left four years ago. She had no doubt he would run the company in the best way possible. She just had to make sure he stayed away from that girl, or else all their efforts to keep them apart would have been for nothing!
*****
Jewel eased her tired feet out of her sensible working shoes and sat down heavily on the living room sofa, resting her head back and closing her eyes wearily. It had been very busy at the bookstore and she had been doing the books as well. Every time she had said she was going to employ someone else, she was constantly telling herself that the money could be put to proper use like purchasing some more computers for the students who frequently came in to do research and buy books.
Jordan was back! The thought came unbidden to her mind, and she felt herself shiver with the implication of it all. She had told Savannah that she was over him and had even convinced herself too, but she knew it was not true. They had left things undone and unsaid and she knew eventually they would have to see each other. He had been the love of her life, and even though she had tried to date after the horrible experience; she had found that it had made no sense.
She got up and padded into the small kitchen to make herself a bowl of plain soup. It was getting chilly out and she had felt the October cold biting into her jacket as soon as she stepped out of the car.
She had been foolish to believe that she would have been accepted into his family. They were the most influential family in the community and employed thousands of people in one business or another. He had told her that his family would accept her because he loved her, so how could they not love her as well? Jordan had said teasingly. He had introduced her to them the night before the senior prom and she had seen the look on their faces. He had known with a sinking heart that their time together had been limited. She had told him and he had brushed it off. It had been confirmed when his mother had taken her aside with the pretext of showing her around the mansion they lived in.
“I admire your courage and fortitude for thinking that you can become a member of the McIntyre family,” she had said pleasantly enough. “Jordan has stars in his eyes right now, and you are different so that’s a novelty to him. You will never be accepted here my dear, so I am advising you to get out before you get your heart broken.”
She had been subd
ued and quiet for the rest of the evening and no amount of coaxing from him would get her to reveal what was wrong with her.
His mother had been right, but she had not gotten out without a broken heart; he had not only broken her heart but had left her to pick up the pieces of a broken life.
*****
“Is this going to be our lives from now on?” Jaclyn demanded as she poured herself a second glass of wine and curled her feet underneath her on the bed. It was Sunday and the three girls had gotten together at Jaclyn’s house to have dinner and hang out. “We need to get our groove back on and go out to the clubs and meet men. We are not even thirty years old, yet here we are having dinner and drinking wine like we have passed the prime of our lives!”
“I am mourning the passing of boyfriend number three,” Savannah said dramatically flopping down on the soft eiderdown pillows on her friend’s bed. “I think three weeks is the necessary mourning period.”
“Did you just make that up?” Jewel asked her mildly. The three women turned heads wherever they went. Jewel was the shortest of them but the most beautiful, with a serene expression on her oval face. After Jordan had left, she had finally decided to get her life back. She had cut off her shoulder length hair, now cropped close to her face, highlighting her large dark brown eyes and drawing attention to her full lips. She had dimples in both cheeks and her smile lit up her face in an extraordinary manner. Both Savannah and Jaclyn had shoulder length hair and tall willowy bodies, but Jewel had gently swaying hips and a generous bosom.
“I am sure I saw it somewhere,” Savannah said with a grin.
“Honey, that guy was no good from the get go,” Jaclyn said placing her empty wine glass on the side table. “There is nothing more pathetic than a brother who refuses to get a damn job! And you were encouraging him, having him stay in the apartment that you paid for, and buying him clothes and crap! He should have been gone as soon as he said hello.”
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