by Kim Karr
Minutes later we’re in bed and I’m holding her tight. “I have a confession,” I tell her.
She looks up at me. “Is it something bad?”
I toss her a rueful grin. “No, baby, it’s not. Remember when you asked me if I wanted you to be my baby momma?”
With a smile of her own, she cups my check with her left hand, her ring sparkling on her finger in the dim light. “There are so many things I could say right now, but I think I’ll go easy on you and just say yes.”
I slide my lips to her hand and kiss it. “Thank you, I really appreciate that.”
“Oh, there’s no need to thank me. I expect something in return, but I’ll save my request until you tell me why you’re asking.”
I shake my head. Even slightly battered and bruised, her sass is still there. “What if I told you I wanted to say yes, when you asked me that?”
She rises onto her elbow. “You mean you want to get me pregnant on purpose?”
I kiss her on the lips. “Yeah, I do, but only after I marry you.”
Seriousness crosses her brow. “But you just said you’re going to be homeless, and there’s no way we can live in my small place.”
A deep belly laugh escapes my throat. “Oh, baby, I’m going to buy us a house, and hopefully have you pregnant by the first day of summer.”
Her beautiful eyes stare at me in wonder.
I run my finger along the bandage on he cheek. “Tess, I will always take care of you. I’m going to sell this place because what I’ll get for it will be enough to buy a house and float the business.”
“Do you think we could find something close to Fiona and Ethan?”
I give her a smile. “Is that what you want?”
She nods.
“Then I know we can. So is that yes?”
She nods again. “Yes, I’ll have your babies.”
“Babies?”
“I want four kids.”
“Four?” I pretend to be in shock, but secretly I was thinking more like six.
She gingerly moves her body so she’s lying on top of me.
“What are you doing?”
With a press of her hips to mine, she purrs. “Getting started on our family.”
I shake my head. “Baby, we shouldn’t. You have to take it easy.”
She presses her mouth lightly to my neck. “Then we’ll take it easy, and slow.”
I groan and thrust my hips upward. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”
Her hand glides down and finds my cock, already getting hard. “This is what I want for being a good girl earlier.”
I smile and drag my fingers up the skimpy camisole she’d changed into before getting into bed. It didn’t go unnoticed that she was only wearing that and her panties when she slipped in bed.
I, on the other hand, opted not to sleep naked like I always do, and to keep my boxers on, to ensure I would be a good boy.
Guess even good boys turn out to be bad.
Once I have the hem of her top in my fingertips, I push it up. “You were a very good girl, and I think you deserve whatever you want for that. Tell me,” I whisper, my fingers gliding up the sides of her breasts. “What do you want?”
“Do I get anything?”
“Always.”
Tess slowly moves off of me and sits against the headboard with her legs spread wide. Her top is halfway up her body, where I left it.
I watch her, my breath catching at the vision before me.
“I want you to love me.”
I look at her and see the same desire in her eyes that is flowing through my veins. Unable to deny her, I strip my boxers off and crawl down the bed. “Always,” I whisper, as I place a kiss on each of her ankles. “Forever,” I say nuzzling her knees, one then the other. “Until the day I die,” I moan, licking up the inside of her thigh.
Her fingers trail over my body, soft and sensual, with every move I make.
I map out her body, each beautiful inch of it. The inside of her elbows, the tips of her fingers, the long column of her neck, the slope of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the dip of her belly button.
Only once my mouth has grazed every square inch of the front of her body, do I cup her face against mine where I feel the flutter of her lashes against my skin, and whisper, “I love you. You’re mine. I’m yours. We belong to each other, forever.”
“Forever,” she whispers.
And then slowly, softly, and gently, I remove her clothes and very carefully roll her onto her stomach, where I kiss each of her shoulder blades, lick down her spine, kiss the backs of her legs, her calves, and her ankles again.
Trailing my tongue back up one of her thighs, I stop before I reach her sex, and then gently roll her over so that I can stare down at her. “You’re beautiful.”
She takes my face in her hands and says, “I love you.”
With her words all I can hear, I slide into her, and move so slow that it takes us each a very long to climax. When we do finally tip into orgasm, her name is on my lips, my name is on hers, and I can feel the love between us, unlike I’ve felt anything in my life.
And it feels really, fucking great!
Tess
THIS FOURTH OF July when Nick moons me, there’s no doubt that I’m his intended target because he pulls his shorts all the way down, making sure I see every inch of his fine ass.
And see I do.
Breathing hard, I lick my lips a little, and my heart skips a beat.
Seriously, his ass is so tight. So hot. I shove the lemons aside and wipe my hands, just so I can gawk.
“Well,” he says over his shoulder.
“Your ass looks very fine, sweetheart,” I giggle, circling the island to get a closer view.
“You know I’m not talking about my ass,” he grumbles.
I pucker my lips. “I’m sorry?” I suggest.
Then with a sigh, he turns around to show me his very erect cock. “Sorry! That doesn’t work, baby.”
I shrug. “I was just trying to have a little fun. You looked so serious sitting at your desk.”
“I was working, and this,” he points down to his penis that is now jutting straight out, “is what you,” he points to my bikini, “did to me up there with your lap dance.”
“Oh my.” I cover my mouth. “What are you going to do about that? Everyone will be here in an hour, and although you are always the life of the party, I don’t think our guests will appreciate you walking around looking like the hotdogs are in your shorts.”
Nick steps out of his shorts and strides toward me. “You’re hilarious.”
Feeling playful, I shimmy my bottoms down and let them fall to the floor. Then I run a finger down my stomach and around my clit. “Is this what you want?”
His dark gaze darts to my pussy. “You know it is.”
“Ask me what I want?”
He narrows his eyes. “This isn’t a negotiation.”
I hop up on the counter with my legs spread wide and start to play with myself. “Oh, this feels so good.”
“Tess, it isn’t funny. We’re having company in less than an hour, we don’t have time for your games.”
I throw my head back and continue circling my clit. “But you love it when I play games.”
He’s inbetween my legs now, his gaze so heavy with desire, that I almost give in, but this is way too fun. “Yes, I do, when we have time. Right now we don’t have time.”
I lift my finger and swipe it over his lips. “I can make myself come in less than three minutes. I’ll even let you watch. See, I have plenty of time.”
He licks at my finger, greedy-like. “Okay, what do you want?”
I remove my finger from his mouth and cross my legs. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”
He shakes his head no. He still refuses to do that one thing for me. “I don’t get why that fascinates you. If I needed to jerk off, why would you be there? It makes no sense.”
“You’ve watched me make myself come
.”
“Yeah, because it’s hot.”
“See.”
He just stares at me.
I uncross my legs and continue circling. “Oh, yes, this feels so good.”
“Fine,” he mutters, and moves his hand to cup my pussy.
I push it away. Tsk. Tsk. “Tonight, after the party?”
“Yes, after the party I’ll put on a porn show.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
I give him a smug smile.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he growls.
I untie my top and let it fall to the ground. “Good thing that’s how you like me. Now let’s take care of your little problem. See how easy it is when you just play along.”
He shakes his head at me. “You’ve been a very bad girl. If we had time, there are so many things I’d do to that sassy mouth. But I’ll have to save those things for later. Now stand up and turn around. And I don’t want you to come until I say so. This is for me.”
I never knew how good being bad could be—until him.
I turn around and bend over, so wet for him that I swear I am dripping down my leg. He shows no mercy when he thrusts deep inside me. I gasp, loving the feeling. Loving that we can make love or fuck, and sometimes do a little of both. We’ve determined we’re both living the horny teenager years we never got to experience. Him because he was taking care of his brother, and me because I was trying to do what my parents wanted.
Now we do what we want, when we want.
As he pumps into me, I look around our kitchen, at the bright white cabinets and pale yellow walls, the dark hardwood floors, and the marble countertops, and then I glance at the diamond ring and wedding band on my finger. I still can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with this man.
True to his word, Nick married me and bought us a house in Lincoln Park, both before the first day of summer. The house is one we picked out together. It’s a four-bedroom, two-story house with a huge backyard, a swimming pool, and a basketball court, of course. In truth, I’m pretty sure that is what sold him on the house. What sold me was the white picket fence, and the hope of a life I never even dreamed of.
We got married in a church because I knew it would make my parents happy. It was a small ceremony, and we threw a huge party afterwards at the same place Ethan and Fiona held their engagement party. Nick says it’s where he fell in love with me, and that celebrating our marriage there would bring us full circle.
How could I argue with that?
Nick’s thrusts become faster, and he goes deeper, and I want to come, I want to come so badly, I can’t help but moan. “Don’t you dare,” he whispers in my ear. “Not until I say.”
I hold back, and I can feel how close he is, but even as he comes, calling out my name, he says nothing to me.
My punishment.
Don’t worry, what comes around goes around with us—always.
When he sags into me, he bites my shoulder, and then he places one hand on my belly. I’m six weeks pregnant, and although we should wait to tell everyone, we’re too excited not to tell them today.
I moan again, the pain of the impending pleasure almost too much to bear.
Giving in to me, his hand goes to my clit. “You were a very good girl for waiting. Do you want to come?”
“Yes, sir, yes I do.”
He groans with excitement whenever I say sir. And I know when I do, I always get my way.
As predicted, he makes his move. His hand slides up from my belly to my breast and he pinches my nipple. “Who owns this body?”
“You,” I purr.
With satisfaction, he inserts a finger inside me while his thumb circles me with just the right amount of pressure. “Who do you come for?” he asks.
“You,” I moan.
“Who always makes you feel good?”
“You,” I cry, moaning and twisting.
“There you go, baby, now come for me.”
And come I do, calling out his name over and over. I like to play games before sex, he likes to play them during sex. It couldn’t be more perfect.
Having worked himself back up, he whirls me around and crashes his lips to mine, sliding his tongue in to taste me.
When he pulls away, he inserts the tip of his cock only slightly into my pussy. For several long seconds, he plays, pushing in and out, going a bit deeper with each thrust.
I look down, enjoying the sight of his cock sliding from my pussy, wet and slick.
“You like that?” he whispers, thrusting hard and deep.
“Yes,” I breathe, running my hands down his hard abs.
“You’re so tight. So snug.”
I moan softly, and he pauses, withdrawing and then pushing forward in slow fucking motions. “Tell me what you like,” he says, looking down now too, watching the sliding motion of his cock in and out of my pussy.
I lean against the counter to get a better view. “Your cock inside me.”
He pushes in harder. “Where inside you?” he grounds out.
My body is spiraling as he continues to work me. “In my pussy, in my mouth, and in my ass.”
I can’t help it, I’m a dirty, dirty girl.
Harder, deeper, he moves. His hips smack against mine and I cry out, my pussy convulsing around him.
“Oh, fuck, Tess, that’s it,” he groans.
My cry nearly splinters the room, as this time we both come together.
He closes his eyes, and then sags against me. “You undo me, Tess, “ he murmurs.
I sag against him. “You undo me, too,” I murmur back.
And once we’ve regained our strength, we head upstairs to shower and get ready for the party we’re throwing. We might live in a constant state of being undone, but for now it is time to do ourselves up, if only for a little while.
Later that night, once the fireworks have gone off and all the hotdogs and hamburgers have been eaten, I stand on the back deck with Nick’s arms wrapped around me and look around at all the people in our life.
Fiona, Ethan, and Jace are sitting together around the bonfire. Their threesome thing is over, but nothing between them seems to have changed. Fiona ended it, although she did so in that way that made it seem like it was mutual.
First, she suggested to Jace that he move Scarlett to The Preston School this fall and because it is the best around, he decided to. After he registered Scarlett, Fiona insisted Jace meet Max’s teacher, who will be Scarlett’s teacher next year. You remember, Miss Eastling, the pretty one who wears her hair in a chignon. And believe it or not, Fiona’s matchmaking skills might have worked this time. Jace and Miss Eastling have a date next week.
When I asked Fiona why she ended things, all she said was Jace was ready to have someone in his life that he doesn’t have to share.
Then I asked her what that meant for her and Ethan, and she told me that they were going to be just fine.
And I have no doubt they will be.
Shifting my gaze, it lands on Hayden, his girlfriend, and Ash, who are sitting by the pool with their feet dangling in the water. Hayden finally asked Allie to marry him last week, but they aren’t getting hitched until next summer.
Ash, on the other hand, says he’s not ready to fall in love. There’s still too much for him to do before he gets weighted down with the old ball and chain. His words, not mine.
The café is still on hold, and it might be that way for quite a while. Right now though, I’m content being Nick’s wife, lover, and soon-to-be mother of his child. I never thought that would be what I wanted out of life—but it turns out it might be just what I needed to finally feel like me.
Nick says, “Don’t be mad,” and then lets go of me.
I turn to give him a confused look, but before I even fully turn around, he’s streaking down the deck, running toward the pool, and jumping off the diving board, yelling, “Cannonball,” as he moons our guests.
All I can do is shake my head.
I told you he always has to be the life of the party.
So yeah, as for the big kid known as Nick Carrington, his business took a huge lose last quarter, but now that he is back in the game, it is finally getting back on track.
Oh right, I almost forgot, as for Bigelow, he was arrested last month on three separate counts of tax evasion. If he is convicted, he will spend fifteen years in jail. Ethan is certain he will be convicted. In truth, I’m pretty certain he helped uncover the felony. Also, the same day Bigelow was charged and released on bail, three men in ski masks attacked him on his way home. His injuries weren’t severe, but warranted that he spend the night in the hospital.
I didn’t have to ask Nick if it was him.
I knew it was.
Just as I knew he did it for me.
And if it makes me a bad person to say Bigelow got what he deserved, then I’ll make up for it in some good way someday.
It might be a warped sense of thinking, but I don’t care.
The truth is—I’m different.
Nick’s different.
We’re all different.
And for the first time in my life, different doesn’t feel bad.
In fact, it feels really good.
THE END
Big Shot
(Jace’s story) coming August 2017
Jace Bennett was the type of man you would love forever. Tall, dark, and brooding, there was just something about him that drew you in and captured your heart. It might have been that slow, sexy smile or his filthy, dirty mouth. Or it might have just been him.
What I didn’t know back then was that although I’d love him forever, I wouldn’t be the one sharing his bed, the one having his children, or the one he adored.
But then—that was because of me—not him.
AND
Hot Stuff
(Lucas’s story) coming by the end of 2017
Lucas Carrington thinks he’s hot stuff, both on and off the field.
Not that he isn’t. Rough, tough, and sexy, the guy knows how to move, in every way.
The problem is just that—he knows it.
Someone needs to teach him a thing or two, and I think I’m just the one to do it.
