by Jenika Snow
“First, Ian doesn’t know I’m here, but I will tell him.” Lucy stared at the mother first. “You don’t know me, don’t even want to get to know me, yet you want to pass me off as some kind of home wrecker, as if I am a stain on your family’s name.” Lucy looked at the father then. “I love your son, and he loves me. And this baby growing inside of me is your grandchild whether you both like it or not.” She looked between the two of them. “The fact that you told him that I should get rid of it, that he should get rid of me, has me so hateful toward you that it took a lot for me to come here today. But I needed to stand up for myself, needed to make it known that I would not be pushed aside.” Her heart was thundering. “When it concerns this child growing inside of me I will do whatever it takes to ensure they are loved and protected.”
“How dare you—”
“I’m not finished,” Lucy said in a hard tone. She continued to look between the two of them and took another step forward. “Whether you’re in our lives or not is not an issue to me. I couldn’t care less. And although I should keep my child away from you, surely you’re not that heartless and cold that you would not want to know your own grandchild.” She didn’t phrase it like a question. “But if you can’t accept the life I have with Ian, that we love each other, and that we will have this child and many more, then you can just both…” She looked between them again, gritting her teeth, her back ramrod straight. “Then you both can just fuck off.” She heard the mother gasp, and watched as she lifted her hand and placed it on her chest, as if Lucy had just stabbed her in the heart.
The father stayed silent, his expression void of emotion.
And then Lucy smiled at both of them. “I hope both of you have a nice fucking day.” And then she turned and left, grinning all the way as she went down the steps and into the back of the car. The driver pulled out away from the house and she leaned back on the seat, so damn proud of herself, and so excited to tell Ian that she’d stood up for them, for their baby.
She had no doubts he’d done the same, would do the same. But she wanted him to know that she could hold her own, that she didn’t need him to fight her battles.
And the look on their face when she swore at them made her day. Hell, it made her whole damn year.
19
“I wish I could have been there to see their faces. I bet they didn’t have a fucking clue what hit them.” Ian burst out laughing, pulling Lucy against him. Damn, he’d never thought for a single second that this sweet woman would have been able to put his parents back in their place. She had done it though, and from the smile on her lips, she was happy to have done it. Ian was proud of her.
At least now he knew without a doubt that she could take care of herself.
“I don’t think they’ll be coming around anymore,” she said.
“We don’t need them, baby. We never did.” He teased a strand of her hair, content to simply hold her. He’d been so pissed off when they’d told him to make her get rid of the baby. There was no way in hell that he’d ever allow anyone to tell him what to do with his own child. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her stomach.
There wasn’t much of a difference yet but in time, she’d be swollen with his child.
His cock grew hard just thinking about it. She’d look so damn sexy as well. Large tits, rounded hips, full stomach, and it would be because of him.
“You don’t think our son or daughter is going to need grandparents?” she asked.
He saw how nervous she looked.
“Our kid doesn’t need grandparents like them. Don’t for a second feel guilty about this. They do not, and will never deserve to know our kid.” He pulled her in against him, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love you, Lucy. I love you and I love our child. Everything else, it doesn’t matter.”
“You have a way of making everything seem so easy.”
“Because it is. No matter if this baby is a boy or a girl, we both know we’re going to love it.”
He stroked her stomach as her tit brushed against his arm. Sliding his hand up, he couldn’t resist cupping her, stroking his thumb across her beaded nipple. She gave a little gasp, and in the few weeks since discovering she was pregnant, he’d also noticed that she was very sensitive to his touch.
“Stand up,” he said.
Ian waited as she got up. Her hands were by her sides, so trusting, so beautiful, and all his. The best thing he’d ever done was go on that mail order site. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be here now, in love, with a child on the way, or so happy.
His plan would still be very much inside his head.
To upset his parents, to make them suffer.
That was all in the past now. He didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. His parents didn’t matter. Hurting them no longer mattered. Loving his wife, that was what mattered to him. He wanted to give her the world.
“Take off your clothes.”
She reached behind her, releasing the catch of her dress, and he watched, completely captivated, as she wriggled out of the dress. Her curvy body was now on display for him.
“Take your bra off.”
As she did this, he noticed she gave a little wince. Getting to his feet, he stepped toward her, cupping beneath her tits, holding them up as if they were a treasure to him. “Are they painful?”
“Just a little.”
He stroked his thumb back and forth over the mound. She gasped, arching against him. Leaning forward, he took one of her tits into his mouth, sucking on the hard bud. She cried out. His name echoed off the walls with her cries. He loved the sound. Sliding his tongue across the valley, he licked and sucked at her other tit.
Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping him tightly. That didn’t last as she sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close.
“I love your tits, baby. So fucking much. I could suck on them all night long.” He kissed each tip then knelt down before her. “I don’t like these,” he said, touching the edge of her panties.
“You don’t?”
“No. They get in the way of what I want to do.”
“And what do you want to do?” she asked.
He smiled. “Why don’t I show you?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. My polite little wife.” Tearing the panties from her body, he dropped them to the floor and spread her thighs wide but making sure she stood up. Sliding his hands up between her thighs, he cupped her pussy. “Just how I like you, wet and ready for me.” He plunged a finger within her cunt, and they both groaned at the same time. “I love it when you’re like this, baby.”
Spreading the lips of her pussy, he stared at her creamy slit. His mouth watered for a taste, and he slid his tongue between her cunt, sucking on her clit.
“Ian!” She screamed his name, and he relished her cries.
“Yes, baby, say my name, scream it.”
Flicking her clit, he slid down, fucking inside her pussy with his fingers. The taste of her was so divine on his tongue that he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted more and more. Swallowing her down, he closed his eyes, listening to her sweet sounds.
He kept fucking her with his fingers as he focused on her clit.
Her pussy kept fluttering around him, and he flicked her clit again, driving her higher toward her orgasm. She kept repeating his name. Each time ended on more of a gasp until she finally hurtled over the edge. He fucked her hard, driving his fingers in deep as she came. Only when she couldn’t stand his touch anymore did he stop.
He wasn’t done with her yet. Moving her toward the back of the sofa, he pushed her down so that she was bent over. Running his hands over her ass, he released a groan at the sight of her pretty ass.
His cock felt trapped in the tight confines of his pants. He opened the button, pushed down the zipper and sighed with relief as his cock sprang free.
Running his hand up and down the length, pre-cum leaking out of the tip, he placed it at her entrance.
Slowly for the first couple of inc
hes, he filled her, watching her cunt open up as he slid in deep. When there was a couple of inches within her, he grabbed her hips and slammed to the hilt inside her. They both cried out and he still felt the last ripples of her release around his cock.
Pulling out, he saw her cream coating his length.
He didn’t go slowly. Holding on tightly to her, he fucked her hard, going deeper with each thrust.
The sounds echoing around the room were those of their smacking flesh as well as their moans.
His own release was so close but he wasn’t ready. He didn’t want this to end.
Pounding inside her, he watched her take him.
Over and over.
Thrust upon thrust.
Holding onto her hips, he fucked her hard, and Lucy took him.
When his release finally spilled from him, he slammed deep, wanting his cum to soak her womb. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close.
They were both panting.
He kissed her neck, stroking her stomach.
“I didn’t intend for that to happen,” he said.
She giggled. “I’m pleased it did. You can do that often. You know, not let it happen.”
He laughed against her skin. Pulling out of her tight cunt, he saw his cum dribble out of her pussy. Kicking off his pants, he lifted his wife up in his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“You think that once is going to be enough.” It was never enough. Taking possession of her lips even as he walked, he found his bedroom with ease.
Dropping her down to the bed, he followed, lying between her spread thighs. For now, he was flaccid but that wouldn’t last long.
“I love you,” she said.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
With each word she spoke, his cock woke up, and he felt the need to take her again rise up within him. He could gladly spend the next fifty years like this.
Epilogue
Lucy couldn’t help but stare at the monitor and smile, knowing her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth slightly open. Ian sat beside her, his hand wrapped around hers, his nervousness clear in the way he kept tightening his fingers around hers.
She looked over at him and saw his focus was trained on the ultrasound monitor as well. Although they didn’t know everything they were looking at, all the little parts that created their baby, they could make out the obvious things; the little body, the head and the arms, even when the ultrasound tech pointed out the spine. She watched as the baby sucked on its thumb, and she smiled, feeling her heart flutter.
Lucy looked back at the screen. For long moments they just sat there and watched their baby move around.
“It’s incredible.” Ian’s deep voice echoed throughout the small room.
“It really is,” Lucy found herself saying. At only five months pregnant she already had a decent size belly, felt her little guy or girl move around, and was already looking forward to the day when they’d meet their son or daughter.
“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” the ultrasound tech said and glanced over at them, a smile on her face.
Lucy looked over at Ian, saw he was watching her, and smiled broadly. “Do you want to find out or do you want it to be a surprise?” Lucy hoped he wanted to know, because she hated surprises, but she’d gladly wait until the birth of their child to find out.
Ian didn’t say anything for long moments, but finally he looked over at her and leaned down and kissed her softly. “Let’s find out what we’re having.” He pulled back and cupped one side of her face, stroking his thumb along her cheek. “Yes, let’s find out,” he said to the tech.
They both looked over at the screen again, and it seemed like an eternity of silence. But Lucy could’ve watched that monitor all day, every day. Then the tech zoomed in on what they assumed were between the legs. She still didn’t know what she was looking for as she glanced between Ian and the tech, and then the screen again.
There was more clicking on the keyboard before she lifted her finger and pointed at the monitor. “Looks like you’re having a little boy.” Then she typed on her keyboard again and on the screen, right above the picture of their baby, were the words “I’m A Boy.”
Lucy grinned and felt her heart jump into her throat. She looked over at Ian and saw that he already had a big smile on his face. She didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl, and she knew Ian didn’t either. As long as the baby was happy, that’s all they cared about.
But a little boy. A little Ian. She felt tears well up in her eyes and lifted her hand to quickly wipe them away. But before she could drop her hand back down to her side Ian had it in his much bigger one and brought her fingers up to his mouth, kissing each one, taking her tears onto his tongue, lips.
“A little boy,” he whispered and closed his eyes, and she could see that he was struggling with emotion. He wasn’t the type of man to show things like that, and kept things hidden, this wall up around him. But with her he let his guard down. With Lucy he showed her exactly how he felt with his touch, with his words, with the very expression on his face.
“A little boy,” she whispered back and looked at the screen, knowing that she’d never be happier than she was right now, with Ian by her side and their baby growing inside of her.
Five years later
Life had no meaning for Ian without the love of a woman and the laughter of his children filling his head. And that’s what he had, in spades.
He pulled Lucy in closer to him, buried his face in her hair, and closed his eyes as he inhaled. She smelled incredible, like warm vanilla and honey. Ian slipped his arm around her belly, feeling their third child kick. They both chuckled.
Their son Jax and daughter Molly were asleep in their rooms, and it was during this time, when the house was quiet and peaceful, that Ian reflected on his life. His family was no longer in the picture, and as angry as he was over everything they’d said and done to Lucy, he could never forgive them. It didn’t matter anyway, since they hadn’t shown any kind of interest in having them or their grandchildren in their lives.
But truth was, Ian didn’t want his kids around that negativity. He didn’t want them to be subjected to the shit he had been while growing up.
But none of that mattered, because Ian had his wife and children, and he was happy and content. Lucy had changed him so much, and then when their children came along he became an even better man, seeing the errors of his way, the fact that he’d been such an asshole all those years. He’d missed out on so much by being the person he’d been. But Lucy, his angel, his queen, had opened his eyes to love.
It was sappy as hell, but God, he loved it.
“I love you,” he whispered against her temple. She shifted, her sleepy sigh having him smile. There was nothing more important to him than the woman in his arms, his baby in her belly, and the children she’d given him. Who knew signing up for a mail order bride could have brought him his soul mate?
This was his world. They were his world.
The End
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BRIDE FOR ORDER (mail order Brides, 1)
By Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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