by Wynn, Renee
“Yes, we will…eventually.”
Her arms went around him trustingly as she tilted her head back, giving him complete access. Time seemed to stand still while he engrossed in the feel of her taut, sexy body against his own. All he could think about was the beautiful woman in his arms who was his wife, the mother of his child and who held his heart. Ashton walked backward to the bed and sat, pulling Nicole into his lap.
He rubbed his hand over her body, finally coming to rest on their child who was snuggled deep into her womb. Ashton sighed with contentment, knowing that his child was safe. He rested his head to her chest, feeling the strong beat of her heart, and sighed. The peace and contentment of the moment brought a lump to his throat. He lifted his head. There was plenty of light in the room from the windows and the open sliding glass doors. Ashton scanned her beautiful face, lovingly caressing every inch and reveling in its beauty.
He stood with her in his arms, placed her feet on the carpet and pulled her gently to stand between his legs.
“Ashton?” she murmured.
He groaned when he opened the silk robe and found what she had underneath, bright red bikini briefs and nothing else. He slid the briefs over her hips and thighs. She stepped out of them and kicked the offending garment aside. He flung the towel wrapped around his hips to the floor.
His eyes roamed her entire body and she uttered a low sultry sound that made him even more aroused. He palmed her butt, squeezing it gently as he memorized every inch of her.
“Please… hurry.”
He placed her in the middle, slowly kissing his way up her body. “I want to make this last.”
Threading her hands through his hair, she pulled him into a deep kiss. “Next time.” She murmured.
He released her mouth and placed his lips to her breast, which were normally small and perfect but with the pregnancy, they had grown larger. He licked and sucked one gently until it hardened and bloomed in his mouth. He latched on to the other one with the same devotion. She thrashed and trembled beneath him and kept uttering his name.
He massaged the swollen breasts enjoying the sounds she made. Finally he relented, and slid his lips to her stomach and rained it with short kisses, moving further until he found what he was looking for.
Nicole quivered under his touch. His fingers and mouth explored her womanhood and he watched her intently while stroking between her legs. He massaged the clitoris, bringing her to the brink of a climax but stopped before she fell into abyss. She was wet, her fragrant juices already flowing on his tongue. He lapped at her once again to savor the taste of her in his mouth. He couldn’t stop and drank her sweetness. He used his hand along with his tongue to give more pleasure. Small hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly, while her hips pumped and brought him to a higher level of arousal. She cried out loud, shaking from the force of an orgasm. It continued on and Ashton went with it, slowly removing his fingers but not his tongue. She ground her hips against him while his mouth coaxed even more sensations.
Slick with sweat, she trembled.
“Ashton, what did you do to me?” She sounded dazed.”
He stroked her thighs, placing light kisses around her navel. “You like?”
“It was magical. Now it’s my turn.” She got on knees, scooting to the edge. “Stand up.”
He did as she instructed. Nicole took his cock into her mouth, timidly at first and then with confidence. Her tongue circled the tip and then took all of him. He felt the back of her throat. Ashton groaned at the sensation. It surprised him when he felt the stirring of an orgasm and fought hard to hold it back. He released pre-cum onto her tongue. Damn. He’d never done that during oral sex before but her mouth was doing unbelievable things. He had to stop before he shot off in her mouth. He pulled out, feeling the lost immediately.
Still on her knees, she glanced at him. “What’s wrong? I didn’t do it right?”
“You did it too well. I want to come inside you not in your mouth.”
“Lay back and come closer,” he invited, and she slid further down. He placed the head of his penis at her entrance and pushed through.
Nicole trembled. “It too much, Ashton,” she whispered.
“I promise to go slowly.” He pulled out and then pushed back in. She stiffened and he stopped and held himself completely still. “Relax, sweetheart. I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He gritted his teeth and began to pull out of her. She grabbed his buttocks, spreading her legs wider. Nicole guided his penis into her opening, teasing him with the friction. Breathing became difficult, causing his arousal to escalate to higher heights. He took over and rubbed the fully engorged tip back and forth letting it bathe in the wet warmth. Nicole moaned softly. Her breathing became labored and erratic. Ashton pushed hard into her, locking them together. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly into his embrace. In sync, they moved together to form the perfect pace. Ashton thrust upward and she followed.
He thought he could go all night until Nicole’s walls tightened and squeezed, beginning the descent. They were holding each other tightly when in the distance he heard the buzz of the doorbell. His thrusts were now deeper. He couldn’t hold out any longer and hoped she was with him. Finally, the earthshaking climax claimed them. She shuttered in his arms. The sensation rocked him core. He collapsed, sweaty and trembling from the shared passion.
The offensive ringing tone became persistent. “Damn.” He realized whoever was at the door wasn’t going away.
He kissed Nicole’s face all over, ending with a long, and lingering one to her lips. And then the doorbell rang again.
“Who can that be?” she asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know. Since the guards didn’t ring the house, the person must be known by them. Believe me they won’t be staying long.” He kissed her again. “Stay here.”
He got up, put on a robe and headed downstairs.
Irritated, he bypassed looking out of the peephole and swung open the door.
“What the hell are you doing here, Brent?”
Chapter Fourteen
Ashton blocked Brent’s entrance into his house.
“I’ll ask again, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?
“I want to see Nicole.”
Ashton stiffened. “Not happening.”
Brent pushed his way through the door. “I’m not leaving until I do.”
Ashton calmly closed the door and glared at his brother. “You have crossed the line this time, Brent.”
“Really? And you didn’t?”
“Nicole and I are married. There’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Listen to yourself.” He pinched the end of his nose. “Nicole isn’t a woman you sleep with and then discard when the novelty wears off.”
“I know what she is.”
“Then let her go.”
“You’re talking foolish.”
“How many women have you gone through? You probably can’t name them all. Nicole doesn’t know the rules. She probably thinks she has tamed you but she’s in for a rude awakening. How in the hell could you do this to her?”
“You can’t begin to know who I am or what I think. What is between Nicole and me are our business and no one else.”
“At least you had the decency to marry her,” he sneered.
“Ashton, who’s at the door?”
Nicole stood at the top of the stairs, tying the robe she previously had on. He knew she was naked underneath and the thought of Brent looking or knowing that fact angered him. He didn’t answer so she started down the stairs.
Reaching the last step, she halted when she saw Brent. Ashton watched her closely and saw the shock that hit her eyes. It was brief but she covered it well. Anyone looking at her would think she was the epitome of grace.
“Hello Brent. What are you doing here? You mother said that you and Melissa were away.”
Ashton noticed she didn’t
say the word honeymoon. He wondered if she was bothered by the fact that Brent took his wife on a romantic getaway.
“Nicole, I need to talk to you,” Brent said.
Fury flew in Ashton but he didn’t move. He wanted to throw his brother out of the house and away from his wife. Nicole shot him a quick glance before she walked to Brent.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, concern lining her eyes.
“You need to ask me that?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You married my brother, Nicole. I think that’s reason enough for me to be here.”
“I may owe you an explanation but—”
“You think?” His words were cutting and sarcastic. “You and I shared everything.”
“That’s enough, Brent.” Ashton had watched his wife pale at the rough tone his brother directed at her. “I let you through the door but I’ll be damned if you get carte blanche to talk to my wife any way you want. Apologize now.”
“Ashton, it’s okay. Brent—”
“The hell it is. Now Brent.”
“I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.”
“Really? What about your marriage to Melissa?” Ashton said.
Brent blanched at his words. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“The hell it doesn’t”
Nicole cleared her throat. “Why don’t we go into the library where we’ll be more comfortable?”
Ashton frowned and moved away from the door. “He won’t be staying long.”
“Please. Let’s be civil,” she said.
“I agree, Nicole.” Brent reached out to place a hand at the small of her back but Ashton stepped between them. It was only the plea in Nicole’s eyes that stopped him from knocking Brent on his ass.
His brother created a small space between but he still touched her arm. “I need to talk to you…alone.”
“No, you don’t. It won’t be happening. Not in this life time.” Ashton said coldly.
“Ashton, please he’s your brother.”
“Then he needs to start acting like it. And while we’re at it, get your goddamn hands off my wife.”
“Ashton!” Her furious eyes slammed into his but it didn’t deter him.
He tightened his lips. “If Brent wants to talk, he can deal with the both of us. Nicole, get dressed.”
She glared at him. “What?”
“Will you go upstairs and get dressed…please?”
She looked at him for a long moment. One thing she didn’t like was being told what to do. He was certain she would deal with him after Brent left.
“I’ll be right back, Brent.”
Ashton watched her until she disappeared upstairs. He cringed when she slammed the door to their bedroom.
“You just witnessed the angry Nicole.” Brent had the nerve to chuckle. However, Ashton couldn’t find a damn thing that was funny. “She isn’t the meek and quiet woman you think she is. She’s fiery, stubborn and strong-headed. I believe you like your women to be submissive to your every whim.”
“I don’t need you to tell me the characteristics of my wife.” Ashton got up into Brent’s face. The tension was thick. “Now get the hell out of my house.”
Brent didn’t move. “Why are so afraid for me to talk to Nicole? Could it be she doesn’t know how calculating and cunning you can be when it comes to women?”
“I’m going to tell you only once more, get the fuck out of my house…now.”
The silence was impenetrable. Ashton stared at him with more anger than he thought possible when it came to his brother.
Brent stepped toward the door. “I’ll leave. I don’t want to upset Nicole.” He pointed at Ashton. “Eventually, I will talk to Nicole, whether you’re there or not.”
“You want to bet?”
“She loves me and I love her. It took me a long time to realize my feelings. But once I tell her, she’ll come to me,” Brent threw at him.
Ashton’s heart plummeted but he refused to let Brent see how his words cut him. “Now who is being delusional? You had your chance with Nicole and you didn’t take it. I wasn’t as foolish. She’s my wife and will remain so. Did you forget you have a wife?”
“Marrying Melissa was a mistake.”
“Damn you. Did you tell her that?”
“I will.”
“You’re a callous ass.”
Brent shrugged. “I tried to make the marriage work. We both did. But it’s not working for me.”
“My wife will not be a deciding factor in your decision.”
“I’m filing for a divorce.”
“Divorce or not, you stay the hell away from Nicole.”
With his hand on the doorknob, Brent stopped and turned back. He pointed toward the staircase. “I know what you’re doing. I noticed what Nicole had on or rather the lack of dress. Any fool could see she just crawled out of your bed.”
“We’re newlyweds. What do you expect?”
“Do you think sex is going to hold her?”
“No, but my baby will.”
“What?” The shock look across Brent’s face gave him satisfaction. “Nicole’s pregnant?”
“There’s no mistake about it.”
“You son of a bitch.”
“Careful, Brent. You don’t want to go there with me.”
“I never thought you would stoop so low to get what you want.”
“It galls you that she’s in my bed. She’s mine and she wants me. Get over it.”
“Don’t bet on it.” Brent walked out the door, slamming it so hard that the sound vibrated in the foyer.
Ashton released a deep breath, fighting to gain control of his anger and fear. Yes, it was fear. He was afraid of losing Nicole to his brother. She loved Brent. That was something he couldn’t change but he was going to try his damnedest to make her fall in love with him.
He took the steps two at time. Nicole was coming out of the bathroom when he entered the master bedroom. She looked up at him and tightened the towel around her body.
“I took a shower. It won’t take me long to throw on something.” She moved toward the walk-in closet. “Is Brent in the library?”
“No, he left.”
She turned toward him, surprise etched on her face. “Left? Why? I thought he needed to talk to me.”
“He changed his mind.”
Her eyes narrowed and drilled a hole through him.
“You asked him to leave, didn’t you?”
Ashton returned her look and refused to lie. “I did.”
“But why? He came all the way over here to see me so it must’ve been important.”
“Are you serious? There’s nothing he has to say to my wife.”
She threw daggers at him. She was magnificent in her anger, it took his breath way. A part of his anatomy hardened. He shuffled his feet, trying to release the pressure.
Her beautiful eyes didn’t like him very much at the moment but he did what he had to do. Brent wanted to try and convince her to leave him. It wasn’t happening. He couldn’t lose her.
Nicole threw off the towel and with angry jerky movements, grabbed the robe lying over the chair and slipped it on. She flopped down on the chair in front of the small dresser and began to brush out the wet tangles in her hair.
“So you’re not talking to me now?”
He waited for answer but none came. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. All that Brent said played back in his mind. He was divorcing Melissa. What would that mean for Nicole? Would she leave him? He grabbed the edge of the sink. Although she didn’t love him, he couldn’t let her go. He was counting on her to remember their marriage vows to each other. They were sacred. Also the baby gave him leverage but it wouldn’t stop his brother.
When he came out, she was still brushing her hair with her eyes glued to the mirror. He went to the dresser, grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on.
“Brody’s ba
ck from a two month hiatus in Montana. His parents are having a welcome home party. It’s a week from Saturday.” He waited for her to comment, again none came. “It’s semi-formal. I have set up personal and household accounts for you at bank.” Reaching for the wallet that lay on the nightstand, he retrieved a black card and held it out to her.
She glanced at him, then the card, and turned to finish her hair. “I don’t need your money. I have enough of my own. I can buy whatever I need.”
He placed the card on the dresser. Ashton was no stranger to getting what he wanted. He could be relentless and knew it. It was who he was and he wouldn’t apologize for it. His needs were a little intense when it came to Nicole. She didn’t realize the grip she had on his heart. He stared at her. God, he loved her.
Nicole could be willful, stubborn and vulnerable but never revengeful.
“This has nothing to do with your money, Nicole. I know you’re independently wealthy in your own right. I don’t want you using your money for anything. You’re my wife and I’ll take care of you.”
“This isn’t the 1950’s, Ashton, where wives depend on their husbands for everything.”
“I want us to share everything.”
Twisting her hair into a fashionable ponytail, she threw down the brush and faced him. Her hands clenched and then rested on her hips. “Really? You want to share everything? Then tell me why you threw Brent out of this house. And don’t tell me you didn’t.”
“We just got home, Nicole. You’re —”
“Stop it. I don’t need you to tell what I want and feel. And most of all, don’t you ever embarrass me the way you did today, Ashton.”
He was silent for a moment. “Do you want him?”
“What?”
“I asked you a question. Do you want him?”
“Brent is a married to Melissa.”
He stiffened. “You didn’t answer the question.”
Her brow arched. “Where is this coming from? I’m married to you.”
A cold chill settled over him because she didn’t answer the question. He grabbed the back of his head and massaged the tight muscle at the nape of his neck. He tried to relax but couldn’t. The urge for her was overpowering. He wanted to say forget it, wrap his arms around her, and love her the way he wanted to. But he refused to bury his head in the sand.
