by Mimi Barbour
“And sad to be mine.”
“Yes.”
“Sorry doesn’t say how bad I feel for the way I behaved. Doesn’t come close to telling you how disgusted I am at myself for not just talking things over with you, admitting my jealousy. We could have swept this whole mess clean with one good conversation.”
“It’s partly my fault also. Charly kept telling me to just sit you down and explain that I didn’t know the sperm they’d used was yours until after we were married. In time, I figured out the reason you’d forced me into that ceremony was because you felt you had to bring the twins to Chile for your mother’s sake. But I couldn’t let you know the truth about your paternity because I was frightened that you’d take them away. Back then, you were pretty unapproachable. I felt like a - a leaf fighting against a tornado.” She laid her head over his knee and sighed. “How could two seemingly educated, modern people mess up so badly?”
Miguel leaned over her and hugged her tiny frame. “I don’t know.” He became still and speaking in a low voice that had her straining to hear, he said. “Don’t ever leave me. There’s no meaning to anything without you.”
The swelling tenderness that swept over her took her by surprise. She’d had similar feelings for the twins, but had always thought it was the emotional tie between mother and child. Never before had she experienced such a deep attachment with an adult. His spirit seeped inside of her, twined around her heart and settled.
“The thought of leaving you proved to be the hardest thing I’ve ever imagined. Now that I know you want me, I’m afraid you’ll have me around forever.” She looked into his eyes so he could read her truth.
“That suits me just fine.” Luminosity lit the grey in his eyes to where Sheri felt like she could sink into their unending depths.
Soon, his kisses rained over Sheri’s face confusing her. There’s more I have to tell him, more…
“Come, Querida, we have some making up to do.” He lifted her in his arms and lowered her gently to stand in front of him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth and playfully engaging hers. All the while his hands worked at undoing her clothing, piece by piece.
She helped by twisting and turning to give him better access to buttons and zippers. At the same time, she pulled off his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. Once his chest became naked, she forgot what she’d been doing. The silky black hair decorating his muscles drew her like a magnet. She loved running her fingers through the soft strands, and when he arced toward her hands like a contended cat, she knew by his moans that this pleased her lover.
Leaning forward, she used her tongue and lips to give him further pleasure, but that only seemed to incite him more. Soon she stood naked in front of him while he moved back to scan her with such a passionate gaze that his hands trembled while he removed the rest of his clothes.
His protruding maleness made her anticipation heighten and her longing intensify. The yearning in her eyes must have spurred him on because he groaned, swept her up and fell back onto the bed where he took a few seconds to pull off the barrettes that restrained her hair.
Tingles began from the tips of her toes and traveled to where his magical fingers caressed her hair. Soon his lips searched her neck and shoulders, and then made love to her tender breasts. Warm hands stroked her arms and hips, ending up cupping her bottom. Surges of sensation built all the while he made beautiful love to her grateful flesh.
Sheri tried to be interactive but other than stroking him wherever her hands could reach; she pretty well became the giver placing him in the role of taker. Not that it seemed to bother him whatsoever. He made achingly sweet love to her body, and if his whispers and moans of passionate Spanish were any indication, her man was ecstatic.
Finally, his lips came in search of hers and he shifted so that he now lay on top of her, between her spread legs. By this time, she felt ready to burst. Tingles of pleasure attacked everywhere, concentrating in her lower body with more force. A familiar sensation had begun to build and if he didn’t soon fill her, she would have an orgasm without him inside enjoying her body’s reaction. The rhythmic contractions that gave them both such pleasure wouldn’t wait forever.
“Miguel, I can’t take... Please, hurry my love.” She wiggled suggestively letting him know of her readiness.
“All in good time, mi amor.” He kissed her with such hunger that any intelligence she still retained died under the onslaught of her greed. More! Oh more.
Pulsations struck her most sensitive areas where the wetness overflowed and waited to welcome him home. Enough! Her hands searched and found his hard shaft. Not one argument followed as she guided him to where her body waited with a warm, wet welcome.
A forceful push and he surged into her sensitized heat. His plunges incited and fuelled her to reach higher. Writhing, her moans harmonizing with his, they found their rhythm until the breath-taking sensations triumphed.
Afterward, damp and lazy, they lay in each other’s arms kissing and petting, soothing and loving.
Miguel leaned over her and propped his head with his hand. “How much time we’ve wasted, mi esposa—”
“What does esposa mean, Miguel?” Sheri gently rubbed her fingers over his face, enjoying the knowledge that she could touch him as she pleased and he would relish her tenderness.
“It means ‘my wife’. I like calling you my wife. It feels good to know you truly are my woman and the mother of our childre—”
“Oh my—Lord love a duck! I can’t believe I’m so darn dumb.” Sheri bolted upright in bed, and at the same time flung her mass of golden curls back over her shoulders. With her face alight, she faced him. “Miguel. Would you like a large family? More children?
Reacting to her excitement, Miguel sat up also. She grinned at him while he searched her features and then returned her smiles. “We can adopt if you so desire. In fact, we can give a home to lots of children, as many as you like. Whatever will make you happy… What? Why are you smiling at me that way?”
“I would love to adopt. But that wasn’t what I meant. Would you like more of our own children?” She watched as he rifled his hands through his long strands of black waves, bewilderment plastered across his features. “God Sheri, I forgot all about you not knowing.” He rubbed his hands over his face and again through his hair. Then he reached for her, cupping her cheeks in his warm palms. “Of course you’ll want more children. And you can have as many as you want, but not our own. You see, when I was held hostage in the jungle, they tortured me. The animals made sure I’ll never be able to father more children. I’m so sorry. I—”
“No. You don’t understand. What I’ve just remembered is that when I talked to Philip about the twins, he told me that the vials that held your semen, your banked deposits had never been destroyed the way you were the led to believe. They’d actually mixed up the names and Felipe’s were the ones destroyed. Yours are safe. I’m sure that’s what he said, and until now, I’d forgotten. All this time, I also believed you couldn’t have any more children.”
“Is that why you would give up custody of Rafael and Carrie-Anne to me? Because you thought I’d never be able to father anymore babies?”
“Partly. But mostly I couldn’t take them away because, over the last while, the only time I saw you happy was when you were with them.
“And that matters to you?”
“More than anything.”
“Then as long as you stay with me and be a mother to my children, I’ll be happy forever.”
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,
and incidents are either the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
resemblance to actual persons living or dead,
business establishments, events, or locales, is
entirely coincidental.
The Surrogate’s Secret
COPYRIGHT 2013 by Mimi Barbour
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Cover Art by Steven Novak
Edited by Bob Reed
Edited by Christine Kirchoff
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading The Surrogate’s Secret – my first
Contemporary Romance
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Other Works by Mimi Barbour
Vegas Series
Action–Packed Thrillers!
Partners
Roll the Dice
Vegas Shuffle
High Stakes Gamble
Spin the Wheel
Let it Ride (Available July 2013)
The Vicarage Bench Series
Spirit Travel at its Best!
She’s Me
He’s Her
We’re One
Vicarage Bench Anthology
Together Again
Together for Christmas
Angels with Attitude Series
Angels Playing Cupid!
My Cheeky Angel
His Devious Angel
Loveable Christmas Angel
Single Titles
Christmas Runaway
Mimi’s Mix
The Vicarage Bench Anthology
A three book set
Imagine having to share your body with an invading time traveler.
Dr. Tobias Andrews, guardian of the magic, assists each trapped spirit—
but not until every story’s happy ending is assured.
In She’s Me: chubby, shy Lucy McGillicuddy who lives in a small English village in 1963 is forced to share herself with 2006 top model Jenna McBride. This experience teaches them both valuable lessons that enable them to finally accept true love.
In He’s Her: schoolteacher Carrie Temple has to make space for Vegas casino owner Rhett Parks, whose spirit invades her heart as well as her mind, and won’t leave. At first she desperately wants him to get out, but soon she can’t bear for them to be apart.
In We’re One: Vegas nightclub star Crystal Davis wants nothing to do with men until she’s seduced by Ashley Parks while they flee from a killer. Ashley traps her spirit inside of him to keep her safe, but she soon convinces him to trust her—it’s his safety they need to worry about.
Three soul mate stories to that just keep getting better.
Mimi’s Mix
A book from each of Mimi’s Series
Partners:
When attractive Las Vegas detective Aurora Morelli makes a friend, she takes the relationship very seriously…and if anyone hurts that person, they’re going down! While Aurora may be slim and dainty on the outside, she has the heart of a lion, and when angry, the manners of a she-cat. The sick schmuck who dared attack her partner is now her prime target, and nothing or no one will stand in her way—except maybe her new partner who arrives in town seeking vengeance on the same culprit.
Kai Lawson, a Bruce Willis lookalike, annoys her. From the very beginning, nothing seems to go right between the two of them, leaving Aurora to question if they should even be working together—especially after he shoots her—and not accidentally! Constant screw-ups on the job and the undeniable attraction building between them makes reaching her goal seem almost insurmountable…almost!
His Devious Angel:
Without the angel forcing him to brake, Liam could have killed the gorgeous girl who ran in front of his car to save a little boy. He owed the rescuer big time and would pay his debt no matter that she acted cranky and became more difficult with every meeting. After all, how hard could it be to walk a bunch of mangy mutts?
Men are scum and no one can tell Sadie any different. It’s why she stays away from them. Until a crazy, hotshot soldier runs her down with his convertible. Now because she’s bruised and sore, she’s stuck having to accept his help in her elite dog-walking business. Just her luck that some of the expensive pets go missing, and Liam decides the puppy-mill rumor needs to be investigated. And once they’re forced to spend more time together, mutual attraction spirals out of control.
He’s Her:
A casino owner from Vegas, Rhett Parks, was relaxing on a bench in a small English town. To his dismay, a young woman interrupted his sanctuary. A minute later, his body was out cold on the ground and he was taking up residence inside of the intruder - schoolteacher Carrie Temple - and without her permission.
About the Author
Mimi Barbour lives on the beautiful east coast of Vancouver Island and fills her days with writing and promoting her work. The rest of her time is spent in her garden, doing minimal housework and visiting with her husband while he cooks their dinner.
"The favorite part of my job is meeting the characters from each new book. Designing them the way I want and having them act however I think they should. It's thrilling, especially when most of my make-believe folks are so very interesting. They're fun and surprising, and in most cases, people I would love to interact with in reality."
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Copyright
Afterword
About the Author
Contact Page
