by Elisa Leigh
Part of the plea deal was that David give up his parental rights to Bennett. Sadly, that wasn’t an issue like I thought it might be. As much as he sucked as a father, it hurt to know he didn’t care for his son. Reece adopted Bennett a couple of months after we were married—which, yes, was a week after he demanded. We married in front of the justice of the peace, surrounded by our parents and Bennett. Our moms put together a reception fast, and we celebrated with the people we hold most dear to us.
“What’s wrong, Maci love?” Reece asks, walking into the kitchen after putting Layla down for a nap. I shrug my shoulders, feeling restless, and continue to cut up a watermelon. “I’m just bored.” He laughs at me. I turn and point my knife in his direction. “Oh, shut up. I know we’re always busy with the kids, but I need some adult time, too. You get to go out with your friends all the time, and I’m stuck at home.”
He gives me the side eye. “Those are jobs I’m working, Maci. Jobs, not guy time.”
I stick my tongue out at him and turn back to finish cutting the watermelon. “Same difference.” I place the knife in the sink and put the watermelon chunks in a bowl. I hand the bowl to Reece, who puts it in the refrigerator. “Hey, I know. Let’s go out tonight. We could go to Murphy’s. It will be fun!”
His smile fades. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, babe. Paul said Logan and Garret were on the hunt again. I don’t want to be anywhere near that. The last girl they brought around was a bitch to you and was hitting on all of us. She may have been a woman, but I’d slay anyone who hurt you. I was damn near close to breaking some laws that night.”
I lean my butt against the island counter and hang my head. I cover my face with my hands I groan in frustration.
“What’s this really about, Maci? Because I think I have an idea.” He moves closer to me, staring at me like a hungry wolf. He knows me better than anyone, and it doesn’t surprise me in the least that he knows what I need.
My nipples pebble in anticipation, knowing what I need from him and hoping he finally gives in, even if it is a week too early. He steps up to me, towering over my frame. He cages me in on one side, while he barely touches my hard peak with the back of his other hand. That whisper of a touch has my clit pulsing, begging to be touched. “You need me, Maci love? You need my hands on your beautiful body?”
Reece pushes one of his knees between my thighs, up against the spot that’s vibrating in need. He pulls my braid, so my head goes to the side, making room for his tongue to mark my neck. “How much do you want to come, angel? Ride my leg like you’re begging to ride my dick,” he rasps into my ear, sucking my lobe into his mouth.
I moan and shift my pussy against his muscled thigh. God, that feels so good. It’s been too long since I’ve had him inside me. With one hand on my hip, guiding my pleasure, he palms my aching breast and squeezes. As soon as he does, milk drips from my nipple, soaking my shirt. “Whoops. Better change your shirt, angel.” He makes quick work of my top, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor.
Reece sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, milking me. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do that since your milk came in. So sweet, my love, so fucking sweet!” With his other hand, he plucks at my aching breast, making milk spurt down me. He releases my nipple from his mouth and licks up the mess he made on the other. He sucks my leaking breast into his hot mouth, where he pays equal attention to this one, sucking and swirling his tongue perfectly.
My panties are dripping wet, making the slide of my pussy over his leg effortless. Caught up in the moment, I pull his basketball shorts down, so they fall to his feet. His cock bobs against his stomach, hard with precum drooling down his shaft. I can’t waste it. Grasping his cock, I jerk him in rhythm with my movements. He moans when I suck him into my mouth, sucking his seed down my throat.
“Fuck. Maci, stop, I’m going to come, and it’s not going to be down your throat.” He pulls out of my mouth and pushes away from me. Grabbing my hips, he turns me around and pushes on the center of my back, making me lie against the counter. I hiss when the cool counter touches my hot tits. Reece flips my skirt over my ass and rips my panties from me. I moan when the head of his dick touches my slick pussy lips. “Yes, Reece. Fuck my pussy,” I moan, pushing my pussy over his dick, loving the feel of his girth inside me.
“God, Maci. Hell, your pussy is so fucking hot, it’s almost burning me.” He holds my hips tightly, probably leaving bruises I’ll wear like a badge of honor. His grip is so tight, making it so that I’m unable to move with him. This is what he wants. He wants me completely under his control, unable to move without his permission. He strokes into me, slow and deep.
Reece picks up the pace, pumping into my channel slowly, then pounding into me. I grasp the other side of the island, holding on for the hard ride I’ve been aching for. He lays over my back, heaving air in and out of his lungs. Holding onto my hip with his left hand, he grabs my shoulder and continues to own my pussy, pulling my body into against his.
“I’m going to come, baby. Reece, baby, I’m going to come so hard. Please let me come,” I whine, knowing he needs the words. He possesses all my orgasms, and he knows it. He pummels into me faster and harder, hitting my sweet spot. “Come on my dick, angel. Soak me with your tight pussy.” I let go, screaming my release. I begin to come down from bliss, when the first splash of Reece’s cum coats my pussy walls, making me come again.
Spent from the hard loving my husband gave me, I rest my head on my arms, breathing heavy and catching my breath. He runs his big hands up and down my back, soothing my erratic heart. After I’ve come down from my high, he kisses me in the middle of my back and pulls out of my pussy. I wince when his cum runs down my thighs. Shit, we shouldn’t have done that.
I stand up and turn to look at his smirking face. I smack his arm, and he rubs at it. Like I hurt him, please. “Why’d you come inside me? You know I’m extra fertile right now. You probably just knocked me up again,” I gripe at him.
He turns serious and hugs me to his front. “I come inside your body, Maci. Nowhere else. That hasn’t changed. You still bored?” I poke his side, and he laughs.
“I’m good. Love you, Reece.” He holds me tighter and kisses the top of my head.
“Love you always, angel.”
The End
Acknowledgements
I started writing this book to help me work through a difficult period in my life. It was cathartic letting out my frustrations on the page. Eventually, I began to see where Maci Kate and Reece could go and it bloomed from there.
Jeb, my wonderful husband, I love you.
Mom, Laurie, and Angel for listening to all my ramblings.
To my awesome beta readers Shannon, Mary, Robin, Connie, Laurie, and Neville, thank yous aren’t enough for the feedback you gave me.
Kelly for pushing me to finish, only so I can start on Paul and Ryan. You are great at feeding my writer’s ego and freaking hilarious. You rock woman!!!
KL Donn for being a supportive role model and amazing writer.
Brooke, wow how do I count the ways that you’ve helped me through this book. You’ve given me so much insight into the publishing world and I couldn’t be more thankful for the friend you’ve been to me. You are amazing and I love you girl!
About the Author
Author of the Panthera Security series, Elisa Leigh writes steamy love stories about men who know exactly what they want from their lady loves, that being everything and forever. Her women are a bit sassy and somewhat classy.
On most days you’ll probably find her teaching second grade and taking care of her husband, son, and kitty, Zuri. Her perfect day would probably include super sweet iced coffee, watching Elementary, and hanging out with her family. Oh, and reading. Don’t forget reading.
Elisa started writing because she couldn’t find enough books in her favorite genre, ménage. It isn’t hard to find a book about three people hooking up, which is hot, whew! But Elisa was looking for happily ever after
s and forever and always in ménage novels. While there are some, there just aren’t enough. Toni Morrison said it best “I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.”
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Sneak Peak
Prologue
Olivia
Six months ago…
“Oh my God, look at him!” Callie coos, shoving her iPad in my face.
I take it from her as she lays down next to me, wanting to share her find. The girl has no boundaries, better yet, she doesn’t realize others do either. I love her, though, so I look down at the picture of the cover model and suck in a breath. Shit, he is hot.
“Look at his long blonde hair. God, he is gorgeous.”
I scroll through the pictures on his Facebook page and mentally drool.
She points to a picture of him in the shower, making it bigger, so we can see his body better. We both suck in a breath as we get a closer view of water dripping down his abs, all the way down to…damn it! It’s cut off. “Shit he is hot.” I hand over her iPad and get back to grading the math tests my second graders took on Friday.
“That’s it? He’s more than hot, did you see his back muscles? I want that man to give me the baby making juice. I can see it now. We’d make beautiful babies.”
I stare at my friend.
“What?” she asks, unlike the virgin she is.
I laugh.
She winks at me, then continues scrolling. Most likely, she’s looking at more pictures of her unattainable man.
We camped out on her big bed all morning, trying to finish our grades before we go back to school tomorrow. The girl has graded a handful of assignments.
I look at her huge stack of ungraded papers and my small stack and shake my head. “Callie if you don’t grade those now, you’re going to be hating life in a few days when grades are due.”
She smiles at me guiltily. “You’re right Liv, but hot cover models are such a good distraction.” She is the worst procrastinator I know.
Unlike her, I need order in my life. I’m early in all things and rarely, if ever, do I take any risks. Finishing my stack, I stand and stretch. “I’ll be right back. I need to get my computer so that I can put these grades in.”
“Mmm hmm,” she mumbles, still staring at her iPad. Probably Facebook stalking some other unsuspecting victim to her tawdry desires.
I walk to my bedroom and go to my desk to retrieve my laptop. It isn’t there. Weird, that’s the last place I had it. I search in and around my desk looking for it. “Hey Cal. Have you seen my laptop?”
She comes into my room a minute later. “What’d ya’ say hon?”
“I can’t find my computer anywhere. Did you use it?”
Eyebrows furrowed, she’s thinking about this deeper. With a tap to her chin a few times, she shrugs her shoulders. “I haven’t used it in a while. Have you checked the living room?”
I shake my head.
She pulls me to my feet, and I follow her into our living room where we search for it, coming up empty-handed.
I walk into the dining room and see it on the placemat, in front of the seat where I always sit. That’s strange. I’m never in here with my computer. “Found it,” I call out distractedly, and walk over to grab it.
As I get closer, I notice something sticking out of the closed lid. I pull out a photograph of me sleeping. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and dread starts to well in the deepest parts of me. I look at the picture, studying it for what? Clues? I don’t know. In the picture, I see blonde streaks in my hair. I haven’t had those for a couple of months now. The picture has got to be a few months old.
“Good, you found it. Now I can get back to drooling over the Viking God.” Callie snorts, making herself laugh.
I’m worried though and don’t spare her a glance.
“Olivia, what’s wrong darlin’?” she asks in her thick southern drawl.
I hold the picture out to her. “Did you take this? Please tell me this is one of your pranks Callie. A fucking creepy prank.”
When she takes it, I see the back has a message, ‘I miss the streaks baby.’
“Oh, no.” She looks up at me confused.
So now, I know she had nothing to do with the picture or how my computer ended up in here.
“Why the hell would I take a picture of you sleeping, you crazy ass? That’s some crazy stalker shit.”
I nod, agreeing with her. “Look at the back Cal,” I croak.
She turns it over, and her face pales. She turns and walks into our kitchen, grabs a plastic sandwich bag, and puts the picture inside, then zips it shut. “I’m calling my dad, Olivia.”
I nod and listen to her on the phone with her dad, Lieutenant Reid. When she hangs up, she sighs and looks at me, as if disappointed. “Dad’s on his way over.”
I hate that I’ve let her down. Callie is the only person who means anything to me.
“I know you have gotten more letters than the first couple you showed me. You think he’s harmless Liv, but this proves that it is more than letters. It’s too much,” she says shaking the picture in front of me.
I hang my head and tears fill my eyes. “Why won’t he leave me alone?”
She pulls me into a hug and rubs my back, “I don’t know Liv. He should have given up since you never responded to them.”
I wince and pull back to look at her.
“Tell me you didn’t Liv.”
“I know you said not to, but I wrote him back. I was hoping if I answered Simon just once, he’d stop sending letters. I only wanted him to leave me alone.”
Callie sighs, pulling me close again. “I know you did.”
Keeping Our Forever is out now and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. Find out how the love from two men can heal a battered soul.
