Providence Series Books 5-7

by Mary B. Moore

  “I got some special knickers for today,” I murmured as I took a couple of steps away from him. “With you passing out, though, I’m not sure that you deserve them.”

  Looking at me wide eyed, he watched every one of my movements as I lowered the first shoulder of my dress.

  “I’m sorry. Really really sorry,” he gulped as I held the top of the dress in place with one hand.

  I knew he was, I was just teasing the tête de noeud. Before he had joined us after his impromptu nap, the women had been telling me not to let him get away with what he’d done and to make him suffer, but I had actually found the whole episode endearing. In many ways, I was used to the perfectly put together and serious Brett, so seeing this side of him was refreshing.

  Taking pity on him, I lifted my hand and let my dress drop into a heap around my feet, revealing the new lingerie that I had bought for today and the tartan ribbon garter that I was wearing on my thigh. It was in a lovely dark green and navy blue tartan with white lace trimming and had a tiny little bow at the front.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered, taking it all in.

  My bra was a white strapless lace one, and I was wearing the matching panties that came to just under my baby bump. I’d been worried that I would just look fat in comparison to how I’d looked the last time he’d seen me naked, but judging from his reaction that most definitely wasn’t the case.

  “Bon?” I asked, using the French word for good. For some reason, he loved me talking in French to him, so I figured now was the perfect time for it.

  “Yeah, I’ve definitely got one of those,” he muttered as he adjusted himself. Standing up, he walked the few steps over to where I was and then circled me. “Your skin,” he stroked his finger over my shoulder, “Is just perfect and so soft.” He drew a line down the center of my neck to where the clasp of the bra was. With one quick hand twist, it was undone and fell to the floor, landing on top of the heap of my dress silently. Kissing a trail to follow where his finger had been, he reached around and put his hand under my bump. “Knowing that part of me is growing right here, and seeing it,” he stopped to suck gently on a patch of skin on my neck, “does things to me.” Lifting his head, he picked me up out of the pile of my wedding dress and then carried me over to the bed, gently laying me down on it. Separating my legs, he lay in between them and lay over me, being careful not to put much pressure on the baby. “I love you,” he whispered before leaning down and giving me a soft, sweet kiss.

  When he raised up again, I lifted my hand to his face and gave him the words back. “I love you, too.” His lips lifted on the side that I was holding as half his mouth broke into a truly cocky Brett grin. “But,” I added in a stern voice as I traced the grinning side with my thumb, “You’re wearing too many clothes!”

  Bursting out laughing, Brett moved off me and onto his back. “Have at it, Mrs. Townsend.”

  And have at it I did. Straddling his waist, I started to undo the buttons on his shirt. The collar may have been tight, but the rest had fit him perfectly. The only issue was his cuffs which had a small button behind where the cufflinks had been. Once they were undone, he moved and took the shirt off completely, being careful not to tip me off him, and then threw it to the other side of the room. He’d already taken his shoes and socks off when we’d first come into the room, so it only left me with his belt and trousers to get rid of which took me no time at all. Standing at the bottom of the bed, I lowered his suit trousers and got my first glimpse of his underwear which made me laugh so hard I got a stitch.

  Coming out of the left of the slit that men had in their underpants for laziness, at least that’s what I assumed that it was for, were tentacles which travelled across his thigh and around the back of his bum. On the right of it, in big hazard style writing, was RELEASE THE KRAKEN.

  “Shut up,” he growled after I’d been laughing long enough for his liking. “It’s Cole’s fault.” He did an ab curl up and grabbed me, bringing me back to my original position of sitting astride him. Without his trousers between us, I could feel his hardness properly now and any residual laughter left. “Every time you laugh, your breasts move,” he voice was thick now with tension as he trailed his hands up my sides until he had a breast in each hand. “It was torture not touching you this whole time,” he swallowed audibly as he thumbed both of my nipples gently. “These have definitely gotten bigger,” he muttered before pulling me down toward him and taking a nipple into his mouth.

  Any ability to talk left me as my eyes closed and I felt a slight tugging with each pulling suck. My legs moved slightly to support me better as he licked and nipped his way across to the other one, before giving it the attention that he’d just given the first.

  I knew that my breasts had become more sensitive, but I didn’t realize they were this sensitive. I hope he didn’t like a full head of hair, because I wasn’t sure that he’d have any left by the time he was done.

  Brett

  I was fascinated and even more obsessed with her tits now. They’d always been the perfect size for my hands, but now there was extra to play with. The perfect little baby bump that she had was also doing things to me. Knowing that I’d gotten her pregnant, that I was responsible for that baby growing inside of her…a brief second of panic and guilt hit me about what I was about to do to his mom and if the baby would see it, but I tamped that down quickly. Unlike my imbecile brothers, I knew enough about biology to know there was no way I’d be poking him in the eye or traumatizing him for life.

  Gently swapping our positions so that I was on top of her, I started to lick and kiss my way down her abdomen to where my son was resting safely. Resting my forehead on it, I said a quick thank you and continued to kiss down until I got to the waistband of her panties.

  In my experience, panties were panties. You had thongs, a thong that was like a string, butt cheek peeping ones, ones that looked like shorts, big old grandma style ones…but every pair that Sabine wore made the angels sing. It didn’t matter if she was wearing the huge holding everything in place ones, she just looked beautiful in every pair I’d ever seen her in. These ones that she was wearing now, though? Holy shit.

  “These are like a work of art,” I croaked before clearing my throat. They really were.

  “They’re French lace,” she explained, her voice sounding as husky as mine had.

  What she said filtered in through the sound of the blood rushing around my head, and I figured that she’d be pissed if I ripped them off her then. It took every scrap of patience left in me, and a lot of teeth grinding and gritting, to remove them from her without ripping them off. Once I was done, and the offending pair of French lace panties had been thrown over my shoulder, she was left in thigh highs and the scrap of elastic that was still around her thigh.

  “You know,” I murmured as I ran my hands up her leg from her ankle to where the lace was around her thighs. “I never got to remove this.” I plucked at the garter, tempted to rip it off, but again I figured she’d get pissed at me if I did. This whole patience thing was for the birds, but the anticipation that it was building wasn’t, so I could deal with it if it meant building my wife up a bit.

  “You should probably do that,” she whispered, twitching as my hands swept closer to the apex of her thighs. I wasn’t going to go there just yet though.

  Starting at her ankle, I kissed my way slowly up, following the path that my hand had taken, taking my time. I knew her knee was still sensitive from the surgery she’d had on it last year, so I made sure to be even more gentle with it. I hated seeing the scars on her perfect skin, but at the same time I loved them for bringing us together. Without them, I wouldn’t have been able to insist that she stay with me while I looked after her.

  When I was done, I continued going my explorations until I got to the garter. Nipping it with my teeth, I caught hold of it firmly and pulled it down and off her leg. I should have had a sexy move once I got it off her leg, but instead, I grabbed it and tossed it over my shoulder, n
ot giving one shit where it landed.

  “I think these can stay,” I plucked at the lace top of one of the thigh highs. “Mmm, I like them,” it was almost inaudible, but I don’t think Sabine was even listening now. She was moving and twitching under my hands as they swept up toward the apex of her thighs again.

  Using my thumbs, I gently opened her lips and stared down at her glistening center.

  “Brett,” it came out as a groan as she threw her head back and twisted the top of her body slightly to the side. “Please.”

  Leaning down, I licked from her entrance up to the hard, little nub, before sucking on it like I had done to her nipples. I started off with small soft sucks, but with each twitch and gasp, I increased the suction. Moving my thumb inwards, I pushed inside her entrance and changed the pressure of my sucking to pulses as I moved my digit inside her.

  Deciding to switch things around, I switched positions with my thumb, moving it up to her clit, and replacing it with my tongue. The first proper taste of her exploding in my mouth had me groaning as I moved in time with my thumb, the vibrations of my groan making her whimper. She gave a twitch that almost dislodged me, so I moved my arms slightly, trying to hold her in place a bit more with my wrists. Nothing was taking me away from what I was doing at that moment, not even an epic scaled natural disaster.

  When I knew that she was reaching her peak, I added a finger from my free hand in with my tongue and started to rub my thumb harder, bringing her to the peak quickly. Just as I felt her start to pulse, I pulled away.

  “I’m not being an asshole,” I explained quickly as I got into position with my cock against her entrance. “I just wanted to be inside you the first time you came as Mrs. Townsend.” Pushing inside her, my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head as her tight, wet perfection hugged my cock before she screamed and started to spasm around me. “Oh shit!”

  It took everything in me to hold still, but once she passed the peak and had stopped strangling my dick, I was able to start moving again properly. As I thrusted into her, her legs came up around my waist, the lace on her stockings rubbing against my sides. The whole time she was careful not to touch the wound on my torso, but at that moment I couldn’t have cared less if she had.

  “Harder,” she gasped, her hands going back into my hair and tugging.

  Increasing the power of my thrusts and ignoring the pain now coming from the wound on my side, I moved in and out of her, her muffled screams spurring me on. She’d pulled a pillow down at some point and was pushing her face into the side of it, so I moved it away. I wanted those screams.

  Her hand moving out of my hair, down my side and to my left butt cheek which she then used to pull me even harder into her was my undoing. Feeling the tingling in the base of my spine, I reached down and rubbed her clit hard with my thumb.

  “Fucking come,” I begged. I wasn’t going to last.

  Thankfully, just as I exploded, she screamed again, her legs tightening around my waist, and flooding my cock. It seemed to go on forever, both of us pulsing almost at the same time as I continued to move inside her, riding out the storm.

  When it was over, I remembered just in time not to collapse on top of her as all of the strength in my body disappeared. Moving so that I was bracing myself on my knees and elbows, I felt the burning in my side coming through more as I panted into her neck. At that moment though, I couldn’t give one single fuck!

  “Bloody hell,” she whispered over my shoulder. I was thinking how to answer that or even if I could when she followed it with, “I want to do that again.”

  Fuck, but I loved my wife!

  Chapter Twelve

  Sabine

  W e were now back at the Townsend’s ranch. I missed Fin, but I knew that I’d see him again soon, and I did love this ranch and the family that owned it. They were eccentric and their sanity was definitely questionable, but I wouldn’t have them any other way. Well, maybe with less shared bodily functions.

  One night, not long after we’d gotten back, we’d gone to the local bar, Jilly’s, and Tony had mentioned the new facility he’d seen on television. Apparently, they were claiming that it could help a man experience labor so that he could understand and assist the woman more when she had the baby. Cole had obviously then booked the men into the labor experience center that was closest to where we were. I’m not sure if I’d have said ‘I do’ if they’d done this before we got married. However, it was about to become something that I’d definitely never forget.

  A week later…and about to experience what it feels like to expel a watermelon through the opening of a straw…

  Pulling up in front of the building, I looked over at Brett and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Grinning at me, he pulled me into his side and kissed the top of my head. “Absolutely. I want to be the best and help as much as I can be when you have the baby.” He sounded so confident, but I was pretty sure that that would be changing soon enough.

  “I can’t believe that Luke and Ren didn’t look into this shit while Maya and Isla were pregnant,” Cole was saying to Ebru as he got out of his car. “Total slackers.”

  Everyone, and from that I mean - Ren’s friend Mace, Luke’s brother Adam, Coleman and a couple of his men, Hurst and even Brett’s dad had all come along to watch the show too. The only one missing was Tom as he’d decided to go back to college at the same time as Layla. Apparently, he had a crush on her best friend, Sonya, so he’d been eager to get back. He’d be disappointed that he missed this, but I had a feeling he’d have enough video footage to watch given that each spectator had their phones with them.

  The room that we were led into inside the building was huge, and then the men were shown to beds that were placed quite far apart with a machine next to each of them. We all stood out of the way watching as the electrode pads were put onto the specific areas of their torsos by the nurse. She was smiling widely at all of us as she prepared them, but then I reckoned her job must be incredibly satisfying as she tortured the men. Brett was now healed from where the bullet had hit him, but the scar was still an angry red mess and I noticed that she made sure to keep the electrode pad away from it and put it in a different location than the others had theirs on that side.

  Once all of the men were lying out on the beds in just sweat pants, what they were about to do hit me again and I started giggling nervously. it was just bizarre seeing a group of big men all hooked up to the machines and knowing that they were going to be experiencing labor pains. I tried to guess what each man would do the worse the pain got, but they just weren’t predictable men so who could say?

  “Ten bucks says he shits himself,” Hurst whispered loudly to Ebru. He was a Townsend and for some reason that bodily function was a reappearing feature in so many situations and events so, sadly, the odds were in his favor that he probably would do that.

  “No way, it’ll be a pee if he does anything,” she whispered back.

  All around me, bets were being made with what would happen to each one of the guys. After a second’s hesitation, I decided to join in. YOLO and all that!

  “Ten bucks Cole soils himself,” I whispered to Mace. “Ten Ren passes out. Ten Luke starts crying. Twenty that Brett starts screaming.”

  “Are y’all betting on us?” Brett snarled from the bed as we passed over our money. I could see he was getting nervous now that he was attached to the machine. It was understandable, but he’d insisted on doing it, so whatever happened was his own fault.

  Not one of us lied as we all nodded in response. I felt no remorse whatsoever, and obviously neither did any of the others.

  “Okay, we’re going to start. Are you ready?” The technician asked from her computer over in the corner of the room. The boys answered with confident yes’s and we saw her reach over and start the machine with a click.

  “This isn’t so bad,” Cole laughed out, the rest of the guys on the table’s joining in and joking with each other. Soon enough, though, the leve
ls and degrees of pain started to increase and I watched as Brett broke into a sweat. Still refusing to admit that it hurt in any way shape or form, they all laughed it off even though the chords in their necks were standing out.

  “You okay, Brett?” I asked as another drop of sweat dripped off his face and onto his chest, just as his torso tightened with another contraction. He didn’t speak, just nodded as he panted slightly through it.

  “Is this the last one?” Ren asked, sounding a bit breathless, as another pulse had all of their stomachs tightening visibly.

  “Shit, this looks like torture,” Mace muttered from behind me, earning himself a glare from Maya and Isla who had already gone through the hell of childbirth, but making me and Ebru look at each other nervously. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. Seeing it happening in front of us was making what we were about to go through in a few short months incredibly real. Ignorance was bliss, and ignorance to this really would have been much better.

  A whimpering Cole got up off his bed and wheeled his machine in the direction of where Ren was now sitting upright and holding his stomach as he panted. Half way there, there was another click and Cole fell to his knees letting out a tiny little squeak.

  Looking over at Brett, I saw that he’d also sat up and was making little noises now with each contraction, which were coming closer and closer together. The sounds reminded me of a calf I’d seen once shortly after it had been born. It had been lying on the straw making squeaking honks as the mother licked it and for some reason that’s all I could picture as he continued to honk out.

  “No, we have another nine to go,” the technician informed them in a cheery voice, answering Ren’s earlier question. The part of me that was going to go through this in five months was delighted with this news. The part of me that hated seeing her husband in pain though, winced.

  “He’s gonna shit, you wait and see,” Hurst chuckled as he recorded it all and zoomed in on Cole.