Hale to Pay (Arrangement Series Book 6)

by Francesca Penn

  We make out like fiends as she claws at my clothes. Once my shirt is open, she pushes me towards a chair.

  "The pants have to go," she informs me.

  I have them pushed down to my ankles by the time my ass hits the seat. Imala reaches under the half of her dress she's still wearing and rids herself of underwear. My already hard dick twitches at the sight of lace sliding down her legs.

  "I thought you wanted to sit on my face," I tease her although I don't care.

  "I will, eventually. Right now, I want hard dick inside of me."

  Fuck. "As you wish."

  She doesn't hesitate to straddle me. Grabbing her hips, I help guide her down my dick. She shudders when I'm halfway inside of her. Imala's tits are at the perfect height for me to steal a taste. I nip and suck them for an appetizer but my actions cause her to release a throaty moan as she cums, clenching the part that's inside of her pussy. She wasn't kidding when she told me she was on the verge of cuming.

  Imala was already wet, but she's soaked, and it feels divine when she slides the rest of the way down.

  "Damn, Wyn. You feel so deep like this…"

  She's damn beautiful with her head tilted back. Her closed eyes fan her lashes on her cheeks, and her mouth is open and begging me to fuck it. She swivels her hips until she finds the perfect way to make us pant.

  I look down in time to watch her pussy swallow my dick on her down stroke and know that I'll never be the same again.

  I reach behind her, collecting her juices on the tips of my fingers as she slams down on my dick. Once they're soaked, I guide them to the puckered hole. I coat it with the juices from my middle finger then follow up with the forefinger.

  Imala clenches when I begin pressing a finger inside and it's heaven to my dick.

  "Keep riding, Caterpillar and relax.”

  "So you like ass play?" Her question is full of curiosity and not judgement.

  "Baby, I'd pour champagne on your ass and suck it off. We can be as dirty, as kinky as you want because I'm the only one who can satisfy your sexual curiosity."

  I’m inside up to my first knuckle. Imala gasps at the feeling of being fucked from both sides.

  “This is such an odd yet pleasurable sensation,” she marvels.

  A few seconds later she lets go and falls into the feeling. The more comfortable she becomes, the hotter it gets for me. My dick is straining and begging for release but I hold off until she gets off again.

  I stick the thumb of my right hand into her mouth and lose myself in watching her suck on it.

  “Shorter strokes, now. Grind on me, baby.”

  She follows orders and the adjustment has her whimpering.

  “This feels so good,” she confesses, but I’m not done.

  I’m going for overload. I dip my head and resume my love affair with her tits, and I drop my now wet thumb between us and press it against her clit to give her friction with each move. My wife short-circuits a few seconds later. Her jaw drops but only a squeak comes out of her as the biggest orgasm she’s ever had wrecks her body. It’s so hot I reward her by coating her walls. We sit clinging to each other until we feel it’s safe enough to move.

  Imala pops her head up and gives me a tired smile. “That was amazing! Now we can shower and prepare for round two.”

  I laugh at the unexpected announcement. She wears me out. It’s not because of our eight-year difference, it’s because I’ve managed to create a monster. Her curiosity makes her want to discover everything, which is a lot since our wedding was just a week ago.

  Rising, I follow her to the shower. Lucky for her, I enjoy slaying beasts.

  Chapter Twenty

  Imala

  I'm living the longest two minutes of my life. I plod along, pacing our bathroom, waiting for the timer to go off because part of me feels like peeking at the result. Since we’ve been married, I’ve been doing my best to fulfill my part of the deal. Now, it isn’t about just having his child because he asked. I want him to be the father of my children.

  My timer beeps and I grab the pregnancy test hoping this time I’ll get a different result. Negative.

  “That’s the fourth one in a row,” I whine to myself in the empty bathroom.

  Four months and no luck. It’s starting to weigh on my confidence. I’ve been doing my best to not overthink it. The overachiever inside of me wants to download apps and get special thermometers and stuff to test my fertility but we have sex regularly and have never used condoms. Those things should have been enough to get pregnant in a few months. I’m in the middle of my last semester and have decided to take the bar just because. Wyn has created quite a few erotic quizzes to test my knowledge. At this rate, reading the questions on the exam will be arousing.

  “Speaking of which…” I grab my notepad since the mansion doesn’t have a digital mirror yet and got over the extremely busy day ahead of me.

  I usually feel exhilarated working under pressure but I have a lot going on. I must maintain my usual status at the bank, I have to study for class and the bar exam, and I’m interning for a law firm since it’s a requirement to graduate and my professor was adamant that following my husband around didn’t count.

  On top of that, I’m still new-to-sex horny and must jump Wyn when we’re alone. That won’t be happening anytime soon with him going off on business. I don’t know what it is and I didn’t ask since he went with Andres.

  It will be a few days and although he’ll call, I will miss him.

  My phone hops around on the counter as it vibrates to get my attention.

  “Hey, Esme,” I answer after checking the display.

  “Hey, heifer. Are you coming with me to finally meet our nephew tomorrow?”

  “Yes,” I confirm while jumping into my clothes and rushing through the rest of my grooming. “I have a million things to do today, then I’ll have the morning free to get some squeezes.”

  “Me first. I can’t believe mom applied the LeClaire baby ban to us as well. It’s been torture knowing the lil man has been here for six weeks and all he’s seen is his stupid momma and daddy. He needs his auntie in his life so he can see real beauty.”

  I chuckle at her nonsense. “Shut up, Esme.”

  “It’s true. Watch. Those little gray eyes are going to light up before I squeeze the hell out of his chubby behind.”

  “If it’s like his namesake he’ll like it,” I joke.

  “Ugh, don’t remind me of the only way Jagger was getting Oran’s last name. They make me sick,” she laughs.

  “Now, he gets to hear his name twice as much.”

  “Karessa told me Jagger calls him Junior,” Esme points out.

  I roll my eyes in amusement just as I run into a hard chest in the hallway. My phone flies in one direction and my purse in the other. Some of the contents spill out. It’s not a big deal but it sends me further off schedule.

  “I’ll call you back Esme!” I yell so she can hear wherever the phone landed.

  Berke, who’s half-naked as usual - bends to assist me in picking up my stuff. We’ve fallen into an easy truce since the wedding but I still have him marooned on the island as Wyn’s charge. I would have assumed he’d side-step me and continue on his way. His inky hair is wet and slicked back. The faint hint of chlorine overpowering his usual clean, crisp scent wafts off his body to announce his time in the pool. His tattoos dance across his skin with each movement. He really is gorgeous when he’s not talking. Okay, his accent is sexy but the smug asshole still exists.

  “I’m beginning to think you are allergic to clothes,” I quip to break the silence.

  “I’m beginning to become concerned that you always notice,” he taunts as we rise.

  “First, you have magazines and mirrors reminding you how you look. Second, I’ll ask you about your tats when you’re less full of yourself.” I begin to walk away but remember my manners and turn to where he’s still standing. “Third, thank you for your help.”

  He shoots me a half
grin. “Did saying thank you burn your throat?”

  I laugh at the unexpected reply. “A little, but not nearly as bad as yours will burn when you have to tell me I was right.”

  He scoffs and walks away showing off his defined back and sculpted ass - he would be the kind to wear tiny swim trunks.

  “I’d probably burst into fucking flames.”

  Esme picks me up in her red Acura NSX sports car. It’s a rainy day so she’s left her hair in its natural state. She’s still naturally dolled up with makeup, skinny jeans, and a crop top that gives her good cleavage. I decided to go with my usual comfort, glasses, and ponytail. She seems a little preoccupied but still blasts her music like she always does. I stare out the window watching the gray day fly by. Fat drops of rain hit the window and pulls me further into my mood. The closer we get to officially meeting our nephew, the more I dwell on yet another failed attempt. Statistically, a couple should try for a year to have a baby but eight more months of this would be torture.

  Oran and Karessa’s beach cottage themed home comes into view and I plaster on a happy face. My issues must take a back seat to meeting the little guy. We make it to the door to find Jagger and Ainslee are already inside. Esme and I roll our eyes at each other because we are not surprised.

  “Hey!” Karessa greets us. Her green eyes shine with love and I’m happy she’s so damn happy.

  She and Ainslee are on the couch with Orion while Oran and Jagger try to introduce baby Jagger and Jamie to each other as if they can date now.

  “You two need to control your men,” Esme jokes as she hugs Karessa then Ainslee.

  They laugh as I follow with greetings of my own. Karessa is bouncing her godson on her knee while Ainslee stretches out on the couch enjoying a brief kid-free moment. We join them on the massive sectional and wait for Oran and Jagger to finish match making. When they continue to chat about their marriage as if it’s not at least twenty years away, Karessa growls then intervenes.

  “Oran! Give me Xerxes now.”

  Jagger ambles over with the baby boy in tow but his eyes shine with challenge. “I know childbirth is tiring but you called Junior. the wrong name. His name is Jagger.”

  “I call him Xerxes.”

  “But according to his birth certificate…” he insists but Ainslee cuts him off.

  “Leave Karessa alone about her child before she attacks you. I’m too tired to bail you out.”

  Karessa chuckles and takes her son from Jagger. “Ladies, meet Jagger Xerxes Hale.”

  “Go ahead and get your time in first, Imala because I’m straight baby hogging afterwards,” Esme warns me.

  I support my nephew’s head and tuck him to my body. My heart swells and I’m instantly in love. He blinks his big gray eyes at me as his spittle collects on his bottom lips. He sticks his little tongue out right before he yawns. He smells like heaven. I kiss the curls atop his head.

  I try to focus on him and how precious he is but being surrounded by babies isn’t helping my game face. One of Ainslee’s babies begins cooing and the emotions I’ve been trying to suppress overwhelm me.

  I sniffle, my vision clouds and then it’s all downhill from there. My tears flow freely but I try to keep my head low to hide my feelings but it’s no use.

  “So, Oran and I are out,” Jagger announces.

  “We’re going to get some drinks with the guys,” Oran supports Jagger’s claim as they back out of the house and far away from my emotions.

  I pass baby J to Esme so I can wipe my face. The girls sit stunned for a beat since I’m not the emotive one.

  “He’s beautiful,” I admit hoping they’ll think I’m just really happy to see my nephew.

  “What’s wrong?” Karessa asks as she moves next to me and rubs my back.

  Changing the subject is futile at this point so I go with the truth. “We can discuss it another day. Today is about meeting our nephew.”

  “Like hell,” Esme says, looking up from our nephew. “Do I need to cut Wyn? I warned his ass I’d hurt him.”

  I laugh and dab my face. “No. He’s great.”

  “So, what’s the issue, chica?” Ainslee digs as she pops her boob into Orion’s mouth.

  Resigning, I decide to share. “It’s been four months and I can’t manage to get pregnant.”

  “Oh, hun. I know you looked, what does science say?”

  I shrug. “A healthy couple only has a fifteen to twenty-five percent chance of getting pregnant each month and it would take anywhere from six months to a year to conceive.”

  “See, there’s nothing wrong! You still have plenty of time,” Ainslee assures me.

  “If you know the numbers, why do you expect it to happen now?” Esme questions, genuinely confused.

  I snort because I’m surrounded by babies. Lifting my hands I respond. “Look around, Esme.”

  She laughs and makes fish faces at baby J. “Oh right, these cuties. I would say don’t let this discourage you but I feel there’s more to it.”

  Esme always seemed to have a way looking below the surface. Three pairs of eyes are trained on me to await my answer.

  My face flushes. “We got married to create a child.”

  “What!” they all ask in unison.

  “He asked me for an heir after he saved my life.” I wring my hands and look down at my tan nail polish. I hyper focus on the chip at the tip of my forefinger. “I told him I’d only have his baby if we get married.” I feel the sting of tears again. “First, it was about fulfilling my part but now…” I pause to take a breath. “I don’t want to disappoint him.”

  “And there it is,” Esme announces.

  “Yup!” Karessa and Ainslee agree.

  “What?” My question hangs between us as I look around.

  Esme passes Jagger to Karessa when he starts fussing.

  “Um. Try not to be alarmed. It's a condition a lot of people learn how to navigate,” Esme says with a pat to my thigh. “I’ll get us some drinks.”

  “What condition? What are you talking about?” I inquire to Esme’s back.

  Ainslee giggles as she switches her baby to her shoulder to burp him. “What she meant to say is, congratulations, you’re in love with your husband.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Imala

  My week was brutal and emotionally draining with Wyn missing and my period kicking my ass. Speaking with my sisters and Ainslee helped me admit that I am in love with Wyn. We’ve managed to avoid talking about deep emotions but we weren’t filled with angst. Now, I can understand that my desire to uphold my part of the deal was fueled by my desire to make the man I love happy.

  Still, the unknown hurts. What if I’m unable to conceive? Will he still love me? That question always brings tears to my eyes. I’m so in love with Wyn, I hurt my own feelings. He’s a kind man and I can’t imagine him being so callous but he wants to be a dad and that desire could outweigh any feelings he may have of me. Although I was happy to say goodbye to my period, I still find myself far more emotional than I would like.

  It’s Sunday afternoon and I feel somewhat better that he’ll be home in the morning. Time with him will get me out of my head. I know the stats and the girls reminded me to be patient but the perfectionist in me is raging. I’ve succeeded at the most mundane things while having yet to accomplish this one big thing.

  The rain hasn’t let up all week. My umbrella has stayed ready. Letting it out, I run to the doors of the mansion. Rain drops still find a way to get me wet but I fantasize about the herb bath I plan to draw the moment I make it to our room. A soothing warm bath used to be at the top of my list over my favorite things until I discovered sex. Now, it’s a distant second.

  My shoes squeak in the foyer as I maneuver out of them. I hum as I climb the stairs; that bath is calling my name. I collide with a solid chest the moment I clear the landing.

  “What the he—" I was prepared to scold Berke for his ninja-like walking but almost cry when I look up into blue-green eyes.<
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  Wyn is the bare-chested culprit this time. Fresh from the shower, his hair is slicked back and glossy but that’s all I see before his lips crash into mine. I moan at the urgent kiss, relieved he missed me as much as I missed him. I lock my hands in his hair and return the heat I’m receiving without hesitation. Fuck that bath. My best stress reliever’s hand just snaked up my dress to squeeze my near bare ass.

  My need for him has me willing to climb his body in the hallway.

  “I must admit, I didn’t think you two were capable of this much heat.”

  We break our kiss to watch Berke take a huge bit of his club sandwich. He leans against the wall chewing as if watching his brother make out with his sister-in-law is the most natural thing to do.

  “Go away, Berke,” Wyn grumbles.

  “Wow. Is that how you greet your brother?” Berke’s sculpted jaw works to break down the next big bite. “And here I was getting ready to tell you that I’m happy for you. Your sex life looks promising. Thank God you two aren’t in there discussing regulations and schematics of love making.” He shakes his head. “I half-way expected to find a lesson plan or some shit in your room.”

  “Why the fuck are you still here?” Wyn wants to know.

  Berke just shrugs his tattooed shoulders. “The hallway is a common area. Take that shit to your room.”

  “And if we don’t?” I ask, curious about his answer.

  “Then, I’d probably watch. You know, bored and all…”

  With an impatient growl, Wyn tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to our room. Once inside, he presses me against the closed door and grinds his erection right where I need it. His brother is instantly forgotten. My entire body quivers at the feel of his hot tongue traveling up my throat.

  Wyn’s hands have found their way under my dress again. He stares into my eyes as the sound for my underwear shredding rips through the quiet room.

  “I could take you right here if I wanted. I should spread your legs wide and fuck you until the pattern on the door is imprinted into your skin. Do you know how hot it’d be seeing the pattern embedded in your back as a constant reminder of how I fucked up your world on wood?”