by J. M. Witt
I wanted to believe her attorney, that this wouldn’t last long and if it did that no jury would find her guilty. He said that he was waiting for a plea bargain from the DA. I told him there was no way she was serving time for protecting herself.
The next morning Des got a phone call from work. They needed her to come in, but wouldn’t tell her why. We drove in silence to her office, but she insisted I wait in the car. I was leaning against the side of the car when I saw her walking back outside with a box in her hands.
Rushing over to her I questioned her, “What’s going on?”
“They fired me. They can’t afford to have me tarnish their record.”
“It was self-defense. What the fuck?” I started to walk into the building when she grabbed my arm.
“Please, O. I already told them all of that. It’s business. They can’t have a murder suspect working for them.”
I took the box from her and put it in the backseat. Once we were both sitting in the car and buckled up I asked, “Can you fight it?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. Probably not until the trial is over or whatever.”
I didn’t know what to say. It was like I could see her slipping into a dark depression and no one could blame her. Starting the car, we drove in silence, music the only sound. The Only Reason by Puddle of Mudd was playing. I hoped she was listening to the words because I knew I was.
That night I was down in the gym with Will and D. Des was upstairs watching a movie and had a phone call scheduled with Zack. I was hitting the heavy bag, taking out my frustration when D walked over and offered me a bottle of water.
“You hanging in there?” I scoffed, downed some water, and attacked the bag once more after he stepped behind it. “Do you really think they’ll convict her? I mean he shot you, Will, and almost killed her. This is absurd.”
“I still had faith in the justice system, but now… I don’t know. The whole thing is ridiculous. All the evidence on the books of what he did to her and they’re charging her with murder.” I put in a few more hits. “Of course she fucking blew his head off. I would’ve too. FUCK!” I took the gloves off and threw them aside. “I can’t even think about it. What was he doing or going to do to her that night? Will battled with him and got a bullet to the gut.” I was freaking out.
“Dude, breathe. She’s fine, upstairs and pregnant.” The look I gave him must’ve sent the wrong message. “Dude, they’re yours right?”
“What? Jesus. Yes, they’re mine.” Were they mine? Fuck. I sat down on the bench and grabbed my phone. Did I worry she’d cheated on me? No. But he’d raped her right before we got together. She’d had a period. This was asinine. “Yes, of course they’re mine.”
“Sorry. The look you gave me.”
“It was in regards to her being pregnant, in general, not me doubting her fidelity.” Dropping my head to my hands I started thinking about all the financial obligations. “Fuck. She lost her job. How am I going to pay for all this?”
“O, you need to relax. You have plenty of time. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“We were supposed to be looking at houses. Now.”
“I’m sorry. That does suck.”
I groaned as I spotted Will across the gym with a client. “I don’t think Will’s going to be ok with two babies invading his bachelor pad.”
“Yeah. Good luck with that.”
“Thanks.”
“Anytime.” He bumped my shoulder and announced, “My turn. Hold the bag, fucker.”
~ Desiree ~
~ Chapter 29 ~
Independence Day was approaching. I fingered the necklace he’d given me for my birthday. It was a diamond heart pendant in white gold with an anchor in the middle. I loved it. It went with almost everything, casual or fancy. I was supposed to be packing my bags to head up to the lake house for a few nights, but I had no desire to celebrate. There was talk the trial would start soon, having turned down all the plea offers.
O walked in, “Are you ready?”
Sighing, “O, I can’t go.”
“Zack said it was fine. We’re not leaving the state.”
“That’s not it. I can’t do this. I can’t pretend everything is fine when my world is crumbling around me. No matter how hard I try…”
He gripped my shoulders, “Stop it! You don’t get to do this to me again.”
“Do what?”
“Give up! I know how hard this is. Fuck.” He walked away from me and smashed the mirror with his fist.
“O!” Shards fell to the dresser and on the floor as blood began to cover his hand.
Panting, he sounded broken, the way I felt. “I can’t lose you Des. My nights are finally peaceful because of you. My bleak future shines bright because of you. My life has purpose because of you.” I wiped at my own tears as he let his fall, baring his soul to me. “Did you know that I was so depressed, I imagined doing unthinkable things, and then I saw you for the first time?”
“Wh…what?”
“I’m not telling you this out of guilt, but because I don’t think you quite understand how important you are to me. I saw you working with another patient and you just glowed. You never even noticed me, not because you didn’t see me, but because you didn’t see this.” He lifted his prosthetic but my eyes stayed on his. “You’re the only person in that place that didn’t look at her patients like they were damaged goods. All you saw was the person. You gave me hope when mine had all but run out.” Pulling a t-shirt out of a drawer, I wrapped it around his hand. “You can’t lose hope. Hope is what made me fall in love with you.”
Sniffling, “I don’t know if I have any hope left, O.”
With his uninjured hand, he touched the tiny bump that was forming low on my belly. “Yes, you do. You have at least two reasons to be full of hope. Baby, do you realize what next week is?” Wiping at more tears, I shook my head. “Second trimester.”
My eyes searched his as I digested his words. That couldn’t be right, could it? When I realized he was right, I wrapped my arms around his waist. We’d talked a lot. He knew I’d never made it this far, let alone into the second trimester, and we were almost there. I’d had a couple of appointments and everything always came back perfectly normal, but having faith and hope in it all was a different thing all together.
“We can stay home if you want, but I don’t want us to be apart.”
I shook my head. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” I covered his hand with my own. “I’m sorry I’ve been so detached. I just…”
“I get it, Des. I do. But pretending they’re not a part of you isn’t healthy either.”
We cleaned up his hand and the glass and finished packing our bags. I slept most of the drive up, though I tried hard to stay awake. The car slowing woke me as we pulled down the long gravel drive.
“Where is everyone?”
He laughed, “I may have lied about everyone being up here. It’s just us. Heath and Lucy are with her parents. We have the beach to ourselves.” He was grinning from ear to ear and I couldn’t help but smile too. “Think of it as a belated honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon, huh?” The sun was beginning to set as I strolled right for the beach.
“Where you going?”
“I’m going swimming.” I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the back porch as he followed. “Care to join me?” Kicking my sandals off—grateful I was done with the walking cast—and stepping out of my maxi skirt, I stood on the beach in my bra and panties as I slowly backed into the water.
He followed suit and met me in the water. “I can’t imagine this is good for my prosthetic.”
“It’ll dry. Kiss me, O.”
We waded out further as the sun glowed orange and pink on the horizon, our mouths inseparable. Our hunger for each other was obvious. I’d shut him out since my arrest and it was a mistake. I needed him inside me, beside me, all around me like I needed air to breathe.
A speedboat full of people drove by and honked
the horn as they cheered us on. Pulling away from him, I buried my face in his chest in embarrassment. He just pulled me closer, his erection pressing against my belly as his hands cupped me through my panties.
“O.” He just looked at me like he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. “Let’s go inside.”
Grinning, “Let’s not. This was your idea, not mine.” He slid his fingers under the fabric and rubbed his thumb over my sensitive flesh. My hands clutched his biceps as I tried to appear normal. “How horny are you, Des? Hmm. I wonder how quick I can get you to fall apart all around me.”
“Pretty,” I gasped, “quick.” Lifting my head, I begged, “Kiss me.”
Slowly his mouth worked over mine while his fingers moved to a quicker pace. My legs buckled as he held me up. “You’re so sexy.”
“Kiss me!”
“Not until you’re done. How many people do you think see you and know what I’m doing to you?” I tensed as my head moved. “Don’t look. You’ll just draw more attention to us.”
“Dammit, O. Don’t stop.” My head dropped to his chest as the final tremors of my orgasm burst through me. I tried to make it look like I was simply hugging him, both of us knowing it was so much more than that.
On shaky legs I walked back to the beach with O right behind me. He took me by surprise and swooped me up in his arms. I squealed and clung tight to his neck as he carried us back to the house. The door was locked so he had no choice but to set me on my feet.
“Shit.” His keys were in his shorts back on the beach. “I’ll be right back.”
The wind was starting to pick up as I stood on the porch, shivering, and waiting for him to return. He was a gem and grabbed my discarded clothes as well. Once we got in the house I headed straight for the kitchen, famished once again. It looked like Heath and Lucy had stocked the fridge and I was eternally grateful. Fruit and veggies had already been prepped, along with a mini cheese tray that was covered in plastic wrap. Pulling it all out, O and I indulged.
“I feel grimy. I’m going to take a shower.”
I headed back to the bedroom we’d stayed in weeks prior and found a wrapped gift on the bed. The card had my name on it and I opened it. It was from Lucy.
I’m so happy for you and O.
I’ve always wanted a sister
and part of me feels like
I finally have one.
Enjoy!
~Lucy
I managed to hold back the tears as I opened the box. O came barreling through the door with our bags from the car.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know, I’m about to open it. It’s from Lucy.”
He dropped the bags and encouraged me, “Well, open it!”
Inside was an array of personal spa products and a coupon book. I laughed when I realized what she’d done. O picked up the coupon book and I made sure he knew that they were for me to redeem with him and not the other way around.
“What the hell? What do I get?”
Giggling, I replied, “You get to rub me down whenever I ask!”
He just grunted in response as I continued pulling items from the box. At the bottom were two onesies in Dr. Seuss themed colors. One said ‘Thing 1’ and the other ‘Thing 2’. There were matching red and white striped pants and little hats. They were adorable and perfect. O smiled and grabbed one and held it over my belly.
“I don’t know. I think they’re a little big.” Winking, he placed them back in the box. “Lucy spoiled you.”
“I know. I love it all.” Snatching the coupon book, I browsed through it and pulled a coupon out and handed it to O. “I expect this to happen once I’m out of the shower.”
“As you wish.” He bowed as I laughed at him.
When I got out of the shower, the bedroom was lit with candles and music was playing. I couldn’t help but smile. His back was turned as I pulled the towel tight around my body. I stood and admired him as he busied himself with candles and lotions on the night stand. He was shirtless, still in nothing but his underwear from our swim. His broad shoulders always got my attention as they flexed with every movement.
Spotting me, he smiled and said, “Don’t move. Two minutes.” He pecked my cheek as he walked by, stripped off his boxers, and jumped in the shower.
Leaning against the bathroom door frame, I watched him quickly bathe. When he stepped out of the shower he was at half-mast. I eyed it and then him and just smiled. Grabbing a towel, he shooed me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“Come here.” Slowly, I walked to him as he carefully removed the towel from my body. “My mission tonight is to please you at least four times, since three is our current standing record.” I started to speak, but his finger silenced me. “No debates, Des. Just you, me, and lots of pleasure.”
~ Odysseus ~
~ Chapter 30 ~
Her beauty would never wear on me. It was the exact reason I selected Never Seen Anything Quite Like You by The Script. Naked, clothed, hair up or down, makeup done or streaked with tears, she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on. Her flat belly was starting to show signs of the two lives she was growing inside her. The love and devotion I felt for her knew no bounds. I continued running my hands over her body and slowly turned her around. My hands drifted across her chest, pulling her against my front. Her head relaxed against my shoulder as I kissed the exposed flesh of her neck while her hair draped down the other side.
“Have you thought about how I should please you?” She gently shook her head. “Cuz I have. I want you riding me at least once, my cock and my face.” A chill ran over her and I grinned. “I think you like that.”
My hands moved down to her belly as I rubbed the curve of her expanding womb. I noticed that her breasts felt slightly larger as I gently kneaded them. Her small hands traced circles over the tops of my thighs and one grazed the side of my growing erection.
“Careful, Des.”
Whining, she pleaded, “O, please.”
“Patience grasshopper.” She turned in my arms and buried her face in my neck as I caressed her back and the curve of her ass. Standing on her tip toes, she positioned my cock between her legs as we both moaned. “You’re a minx.”
“So punish me.” Her words were like fire in my veins. With sternness in my voice, I demanded, “Lie down.”
Des climbed on the bed in a way to make sure I could see every part of her. Up on all fours, she moved slowly to the headboard. Temptress. Once she was sprawled out, I sat down next to her and removed my prosthetic. All the supplies I needed on the night stand.
Grabbing the massage oil, “Front or back first.”
“Front.” She pulled her hair up and spread it across the pillow, fully exposing her breasts.
Squirting the oil in my hands, I started with her feet and then up each calf. Her feet were ticklish, but she was able to relax and enjoy it for the most part. Moving closer, I began my work on her thighs. Her eyes closed as she sank a little further into the bed. Leaning down, I kissed her belly and worked my mouth lower. Spreading her legs, I kissed every part but the one spot I knew she wanted my lips most.
“O!”
“Yes?”
She groaned, knowing I was going to take my time. Connect The Dots by The Spill Canvas was now playing, a song I’d discovered on her playlist a few weeks back. Dripping oil on her breasts and abdomen, I ran my slick hands over her. Her hips arched when I touched them and her nipples stood at attention. Running two fingers down from the center of her chest, I didn’t stop until they slid all the way inside her.
Gasping, she clenched the covers and pressed into my hand. “O, please don’t stop.”
It was as if all the anticipation and massaging her was the ultimate foreplay. At this rate three more orgasms would be easy peasy. Hooking my fingers up, she rocked back and forth with only one mission in mind. Practically salivating, I lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked on it gently. Slowly, I lapped my tongue in circles as s
he fucked my hand harder, clenching around me so intensely, like I’d never felt her do before.
My eyes lifted to find her watching me as she groaned, almost animal-like. “Odysseus.”
Lifting my face, I asked, “You like watching me fuck you? I love watching you watch me. Show me your O face, Des.”
I dropped my face as she kept her eyes on mine. My free hand reached up and clasped hers as she bucked into my face, crying out, my name a whisper on her lips. I continued to lick her until she begged me to stop. She pulled my mouth to hers as I crawled up to lay next to her.
“That was amazing, babe.”
“I’m not done with you. Roll over.” She smiled and obliged. “So I believe the count is at two and it’s still early. Maybe we should try for five.”
Softly, she giggled and said, “Depends if you want me to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Oh, you’ll be able to walk. But I want you to remember what I did to you every time you sit down tomorrow, and maybe the next day too.”
“Mmm. Give me all you got, O. I can take it.”
“I know you can and I love you all the more for it.”
Several minutes later after massaging her back, her ass was in the air as I fucked her from behind. She was sensitive so it was easy to get her to succumb to her orgasm for a third time. My thumb pressed against her ass while her own fingers manipulated her clit as I pumped in and out of her.
“O, now!”
Her hips stiffened and her back arched as she clenched me tight. My seed shot from me as I held her still, slowly rocking in and out of her. I finally pulled out of her and I was still semi-hard. “Fuck!”
We collapsed on the bed next to one another as she gave me a questioning look. I pointed to my dick and she smiled wickedly. “Seems like your cock is ready for more, but are you?”
“I should be asking you the same question. I’ll always be ready for more.”
