His Substitute Wife... My Sister Book One

by Sylvia Hubbard

  “Oww!” he grumbled, but with a smile that just wouldn’t go away.

  “See, I told you, you’re not dreaming,” she said knowingly. “Now get off before I start screaming, Parker.”

  “Do you know how much I enjoy talking to you, Charisse?” He spoke as if they had not just been talking about him getting up.

  “Stop kissing me! How’d you get my nightgown open? PARKER!” A surge – no, a bolt – shot up her spine, arching her back to his mouth as he tried to stuff her aroused nipple into his mouth along with the rest of her breast and IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD!

  This touching was awesome! No! Magnificent! And she could kill Cheyenne and Chyna for doing what they did to her because she could have been doing this a–

  She couldn’t finish that thought because Parker switched to the other nipple and his hands were still undoing her nightgown. Once they were done, he pushed that off her shoulders along with her coat.

  With her bare skin exposed and his partially bare skin touching hers, the sensation was indescribable and she was scared, but every time she looked into his eyes, she felt an overwhelming apposite that made her calm.

  And she didn’t fight him. Matter of fact, she knew her moans was only encouraging him which were getting louder and louder as the internal bursts kept her lustful fires stoked and when he moved up for air, Charisse cupped his face and drew him down to her mouth again missing his kisses desperately.

  Exhilarating and wonderful, he didn’t disappoint and she didn’t care anymore. Her body trembled, yet yearned and he answered temporarily with his hands touching as much as he could reach.

  He only moved slightly from her to look down at her tenderly. “I’m going to make love to you, Charisse.” It was a passionate warning. “Say yes.”

  She couldn’t. “You know I can’t, Parker.”

  “Don’t make me beg.” This was another warning.

  “Parker, I can’t!” she said as his mouth began to descend again, but she didn’t stop him because it felt so pleasant and the more he did it the more she wanted it. Now she understood the term no meaning yes.

  Parker paused licking both hardened apexes with that wicked smile on his lips. He cupped them and playfully frolicked his tongue over the tips several times before moving to the center and moving down some more, but she closed her eyes because she wanted to try to block out the blissful intoxication of what she was feeling.

  Talking reasonable with a drugged person always worked at the facility, so she decided this tactic with him. “You’re drunk Parker and you’re also my sister’s husband. Not to mention you did sleep with my other sister.“

  She knew this wasn’t a daymare, but she felt a hot hard prong being molded against her thigh and as she opened her eyes to see what the hell was that long and hot even though it was dim in the room, but she forgot what she was trying to look at as she watch his tongue dip into her navel.

  The junction between her legs seem to rupture and pulse and she gasped as he swirled his tongue around the superfluous aperture that she’d never paid attention to, amazed that it was filled with so many sensations – or maybe it was just his tongue that could evoke that!

  “PARKER!” she screamed as his mouth had descended lower to cover an area of her body that seemed to answer every reason why her sisters couldn’t resist this glorious man. Her pelvis shot a foot off the couch, but he expected this and his arm came over her stomach to hold her in place as his mouth ravenously delved down into the junction that she thought was never supposed to be touched by anyone other than her or her gynecologist. “You …c-can’t… oh my gawd!…Parker! You…lawd!” She sucked in a pound of air and pushed it out like an animalistic growl as his tongue relentlessly whipped the cavern with voracious enthusiasm. “You can’t put your mouth there!”

  He didn’t stop and Charisse knew she was really about to die because a scream was building up so hard in her throat that once she opened her mouth again, her heart would leap right out through her throat.

  Even her eyes vibrated to the thumping of her accelerated heartbeat and Charisse couldn’t understand how she could still be alive after she knew she had blacked out, but her body was still reeling. Parker briefly suckled down both the insides of her thighs, but then returned to her womanly orifice and with the tip of his tongue touched every inch of sensitive skin and then some.

  By the time she was coming down from her third culmination, she heard him chuckling in delight.

  Between pants, she smiled with him and teased, “Now I know what the French mean by petite mort.”

  “And you do it well, mon amour.”

  She could help to burst out laughing as he came up and joined in with her. It felt so good that tears rolled down her cheek and he immediately became alarmed.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

  She calmed down enough, but the tears increased as her lip trembled. “I’m happy.”

  Parker gently wiped the tears with his thumb and index finger and then kissed her affectionately. “I promised I would, Charisse. I promised I would make you happy.”

  Charisse gasped feeling the pressure down between her legs that felt like she was being filled up, but he was quenching the hunger that wasn’t in her belly and it felt perfect. The more he pressed the farther her head went back and she didn’t breath the entire time. There was a brief moment of pain, but with that it was more with relief than hurtful, yet it didn’t stop her from digging her nails into his shoulders.

  “Look at me Charisse,” he begged in a strained voice.

  She forced her head to come back down to a normal position and through the fog of lust, look up at him. There was a look of pain and confusion in his face and she raised a hand up to his temple to smooth away the furrowed brow.

  “Tell me I’m dreaming.”

  The request was strange coming from him.

  “W-what if I said you weren’t?” she whispered.

  Briefly, his forehead rested on her chin, before coming back up so he could look down at her.

  She couldn’t believe he was holding himself up so long as her legs had instinctively parted wide. Looking down further, she saw that his thicken flesh was connected deep in her and even though she swore he was deep in her, he still had about two more inches still out.

  Looking up into his face again he still looked very confused and almost helpless.

  He replied, “I’d hate myself because I know I’ll have to have you again and I won’t be able to stop.”

  “Then you’re dreaming,” she teased and groaned as he plunged the rest of himself inside of her, rocking her hips so hard down on the couch, she was positive she heard one of the springs on the couch break.

  Barely hearing his loud lustful war cry through her receptive screams, she held on for the ride of her life. She knew everything was wrong and that again she had taken advantage of this man in a weakened state.

  She may be no better than her sister for deceiving this man, but at least she could convince him this was a dream and he’d eventually forget it as dreams were wont to go away.

  Unfortunately it wasn’t a dream to her and she knew there was no kind of mental abuse that would ever erase the rapture Parker brought her soul to as he united their souls in a ultimate culmination that she knew had awoken the dead from all the noise they made.

  Chapter 27

  ‘What did people do after sex?’ was her first thought, as she found her sense first while he was still trying to catch his breath.

  She only knew from the movies and soap operas and adulterous sex was usually filled with a lot of regret or rage.

  The electric heat was not needed, but at least she was able to see his face and liked that he still looked exhilarating happy, with a lot of confusion.

  She was very aware when he dislodged. She shrieked and moaned at the loss at the same time.

  “Stop making that noise, Charisse,” he warned as he gingerly moved her body to the side while he moved behind her and then curved his body
behind her with a pleasantly satisfied groan.

  “Will we wake the mice?” she asked innocently.

  He snorted. “No, only a monster.” Suggestively, he pressed his member against her backside and she felt it twitch.

  How could he be so damn funny, right now?

  ‘Because he’s a pro at this adultery game! He did sleep with Cheyenne!’

  She resolved that this could never happen again despite the fact that every inch of her body craved more, she would have to deny the need.

  “Charisse,” he said.

  Forcing herself to lie to him now was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do in her life. She would almost rather slit her wrists again than to lie to him. “Why do you keep calling me that, Parker?”

  “Because– “

  She cut him off knowing he was confused. “Like I said, you’re dreaming, Parker. Now hush and just keep dreaming. Stop talking or you’ll end up waking up.”

  He tenderly kissed the back of her neck and Charisse fought the sob that welled in her gut because trying to forget the sensations he had awakened in her was like trying to forget how to breathe. “I never want to wake up from this dream– “

  But he was sleep before he finished the sentence. A deep sleep she was familiar with from last time.

  The noise she had mistaken in their love making of a spring breaking sounded again, but not below her. It came from the hallway.

  Had Chyna come up?

  As quietly as possible without rousing him, she had to use extra strength to move his arm from around her waist because it was like lifting dead weight.

  Her nightgown fell to the ground, but her coat didn’t and when she tried to pull it from under him, she knew it was futile because she couldn’t move his whole body. Resolving to leave the coat, she found her bedroom shoes had dropped off her foot to the floor when he had lifted her, but it had been right by the heater and the imprint of the heater’s manufacture showed up on the side partially.

  So consumed in their passion, they hadn’t even smelled the burning smell.

  Covering a giggle, she figured that’s why she had thought she was having a partial daymare.

  ‘You’re sick! Because it didn’t matter what horribleness you imagined! You enjoyed it all!’

  Guilt flooded her senses and her humor was completely gone as she hurried out the room. No one made their presence known, so she just assumed Chyna had gone back to the car or maybe there were mice.

  Looking back in the room briefly, she couldn’t help admiring the beautiful flesh of a man lying there and even in its rested condition, his substantial manhood, made her quiver with wantonness and her mouth water.

  ‘You’re going to hell in a hand basket!’

  She rushed down the stairs and realized as she let the door close behind her and the lock clicked in place, she had left the keys in the pocket of her coat.

  Chyna was lying flat in the car when Charisse knocked on the door and so flustered over leaving the coat with the keys, she forgot to ask her sister had she just been upstairs and how she had gotten in.

  “It’s okay,” Chyna assured her. “If he asks or becomes suspicious, I’ll –“

  “Please don’t say you’ll lie to him. Oh gawd!” She covered her face in shame.

  Chyna hurriedly started the car. “It’s good when you came out, because Jaelen’s car just left after a few minutes of being parked over there by his. He didn’t even get out, but he was talking to someone on the phone. I was terrified that he would though.”

  Maybe that was what she had heard, but she doubted that she could hear a car that close and the sound was inside the building.

  “Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Charisse!” Chyna snapped impatiently driving off. “What the hell happened? You were up there too long to just check him out. I need details.”

  ***

  To tell or not to tell. That had been the question and she didn’t know if she should or shouldn’t as she flubbed around about it. Flubbing only gave her a good fifteen minutes of stalling as she described his state of undress, the incoherent yelling and the bottles of Jack around the office.

  “I didn’t know it was that much!” Chyna said. “Hell, Parker gets legally drunk after two glasses. As thick as he is, he can’t hold liquor very well. But a whole bottle and then some? He won’t be able to get out of bed for a couple of days.”

  Good, it would give Charisse more than enough time to recover and push this out of her mind and stop looking at his body as if he were naked all the time and forget the wonderful orgasm she experienced.

  “How long did he speak incoherently? Or were you just up there with him thinking he’d come to his senses?”

  Looking at her lap guiltily, she admitted, “We did it, Chyna.” Gnawing at a nail, she let a sob go. “I-I tried to stop myself.“

  Chyna slammed on the breaks. “Seriously?”

  It was a good thing that it was three in the morning with light traffic because if someone had been behind them, they would have slammed right into the back of them.

  “OH MY GAWD! YOU DID!” Chyna screamed when she took a serious look at Charisse.

  Pulling the rear mirror toward her, Charisse looked at herself to see if there were marks on herself, but she didn’t see a thing that would indicate that she had done something. “What do you see?”

  “You!” Chyna forgot herself and hugged Charisse. “OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! THANK YOU!”

  The car started to roll forward without anyone holding onto the wheel and Chyna remembered where they were and grabbed the wheel, at the same time putting her foot back on the break.

  Stiffly, Charisse said, “Don’t do that again, Chyna and it won’t happen again either. He was drunk and he thought it was just all a dream.”

  “Just like we planned.”

  “Don’t say that! I seriously was going to just check on him and then I saw him standing there.“

  “Parker has a body any woman can appreciate,” Chyna said proudly getting full control of the car to proceed driving home again. “Now what happened? Did it hurt? Oh my gawd, Charisse. You let him touch you! Oh my gawd! I touched you!”

  “Just don’t touch me again!” Charisse barked. “And I don’t … I can’t talk about it.”

  “He’s going to know someone was there, Charisse,” Chyna said obviously looking proud.

  “Don’t lie. Do what you usually do. Tell half the truth and say you were there to check on him and the coat was left. Just like that. Don’t put anything else into it and you’ll avoid saying I came with you and I’ll just avoid talking about it at all and he won’t even ask me unless you give him indication you didn’t go there alone. Are you sure Jaelen didn’t see you in the car?”

  “Positive.”

  Charisse prayed that was true as they arrived home.

  After a long very hot scorching shower, she crawled in her bed, ignoring the concern in Rochelle’s eyes and waited until the nurse was in her bed before she slammed her face repeatedly into her pillow trying to quietly let out all her frustration.

  When sleep wouldn’t come, she dressed quietly and went down to the library to just do some work.

  Parker did this to get himself to sleep. Maybe she could do the same.

  ***

  The glass hitting the desk by her face shot her up from her stolen sleep. Looking around groggily, she saw Jaelen leaning over the desk, looking like a cruel tyrant about to snap someone’s neck.

  “He pays you to sleep on the job? Or you took too much medication?” he jeered.

  She looked at the clock after rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and saw that she had been sleep for about half an hour.

  “Could you get the post it note off your face?!” he snapped impatiently.

  Reaching up and removing the paper off her cheek, she saw it was the note Parker had left that morning asking her to reschedule his appointments until next week.

  She reminded herself that this was day four of ‘No Parker.’ While
it should have made her very happy because she felt if he kept this up, it would be out of sight out of mind, his absence was not helping her to get any sleep and she spent the nights either pacing waiting for his car to pull up just to catch a glimpse of him or waking up too early just to see him leaving.

  Chyna said he was leaving her either text messages or notes on certain things, but other than that, he wouldn’t have a conversation with anyone.

  Charisse had spoken to Kimberly the next day after “the thing” and was told Parker was even avoiding Jaelen.

  “I’m getting a little worried because the last time he shut down like this was after he found out about Chyna’s affair,” Kimberly said.

  Now here was Jaelen Gates looking none too pleased at her, but he had ruined a really good sleep where she wasn’t dreaming and that had to annoy her because when she did dream it was about a lot of touching on Parker’s part.

  “Where is he?” Jaelen snapped.

  Groggily, she typed up Parker’s calendar that synced directly with his phone. “He’s actually supposed to meet with you. He put it in himself.”

  “Well, obviously he missed the meeting.”

  She wasn’t about to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person; she only turned the phone around and smiled up at him. “You know the number, Mr. Gates?” she asked pleasantly.

  He only narrowed his eyes because he must have caught on that she wasn’t going to let him rain on her parade and he really looked like he wanted to. “I still don’t like you and making friends with my wife won’t change a damn thing.”

  “I would never want you to change your opinion of me, Mr. Gates. What fun would that be?”

  He slammed out the office and she breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow night she was supposed to meet with Cheyenne, but she wasn’t sure if Parker was even going to show up to take her.

  There was no stiffness anymore in her pelvic that she’d been feeling for the past two days after “the thing” and she had called Dr. Redmond to hint that she had been sexually active because she all of a sudden became concerned about the baby.