Gift of the Black Virgin
Page 12
They’d often joked about how he needed to conserve his strength and build up his reserve of viable seed during the rest of the month, just so she could wring every last drop of goodness out of him when the calendar dictated. But this month she was going to give him a break—if he wanted one.
She decided to wait and see if he would notice.
* * * *
Luc walked up to the house from the barn, Sammy trotting along behind him. Dusk was settling in, the air taking on a heavy, sweet quality that made him nostalgic for his boyhood. His leg wasn’t hurting anymore, and he took this as a good omen for the future. Maybe he and Daniel could do some rock climbing next spring, he thought.
He could see Joanna through the kitchen window, her beautiful face hidden in shadow but her silhouette lit from behind by a warm golden light. He felt the familiar constriction in his throat when he watched her move. She was so lovely. And he was so lucky.
Just then he remembered they hadn’t made love for almost a week. Her fertile time was coming up, and they’d been waiting for that. He smiled as he thought about how intent she was on getting pregnant. How she tried everything she could to keep and maintain his interest. Three times she’d come home with novelties and toys from the sex shop, and each time he’d just laughed, laid back, and enjoyed himself.
Whatever she wants to do is good. And I’ll never tell her that she doesn’t have to bother. All she has to do is look at me and I’m ready to come all over her. Any time, any place. It’s been the same since the moment I first laid eyes on her.
He entered the house and walked through to the kitchen. Joanna looked up from the sink and smiled at him, and he felt the catch in his throat tighten.
I swear she grows more beautiful every day.
She was wearing a loose skirt and one of those lacy, stretchy camisole things. Almost transparent. He liked it when she didn’t wear a bra, and whenever they were alone at home, like tonight, she obliged.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her full breasts in his hands. They felt warm and heavy as she arched her back and leaned into him. Lowering his mouth to her neck he nuzzled her there, then buried his face in the soft mass of her hair, breathed in her scent.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said.
His cock was hard, and he rubbed it along the top of her buttocks. “Thank God. I’ve got a couple of billion little buddies ready to get to work.”
She turned and kissed him deeply, encircling his neck with her arms. Her mouth was delicious and spontaneously he picked her up and carried her over to the butcher’s block. Round One for tonight could take place right there.
That’s when he noticed the calendar. He’d meant to take a quick peek to make sure this was one of the best days. But he didn’t see any red “F” on today’s date. Nor on the next day’s, nor the one after that.
For a moment he was confused. He plopped Joanna crookedly onto the wooden block and she struggled to find her balance, still hanging onto his neck.
“Be gentle with me, sweetheart,” she said, kissing his face.
“Gentle? Since when don’t you like a little roughhouse?”
Doubly confused, he pulled back to look at her. She was smiling such a sweet, knowing smile—so utterly alluring and feminine and full of herself. His heart did a sort of flip-flop in his chest when his lagging brain finally pulled it all together.
“You…? I mean, we…?”
Her face lit with the glow of a thousand candles, she nodded.
A true love child, Bella Catherine LaPlante was born on May 11.
About the Author
Serena Janes is proud to say she was born in Vancouver, Canada. She now lives about 100 miles from that beautiful city, on a beautiful island, in a house called “Ocean Glimpses.”
Serena holds both a Bachelors and Masters degree in English, and has been teaching university-level courses in literature and composition for many years. She loves to travel and her goal is to write a story or novel set in every one of the foreign countries she’s ever visited. This should keep her busy for the rest of her life, she figures.
When she’s not reading, writing, gardening, beach-combing, swimming, cooking, walking, sewing and collecting stamps and postcards from around the world, Serena enjoys her husband and Mr. Bates, a tabby cat named after a character in Downton Abbey.
If you enjoyed Gift of the Black Virgin, look for its prequels, Cult of the Black Virgin and Revenge of the Black Virgin.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten