The Sheikh's Surprise Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh Series Book 6)

by Jessica Brooke

  I sat with him until my body told me I needed to lie down. I was still not permitted to hold him, but they told me soon. I talked to my boy as much as I could, again finding exhaustion hitting me after only an hour of being up. But, I was counting my progress in hour increments now instead of minutes, which was encouraging.

  I’d been given permission to go home, but as a couple, we decided I would stay. We were given a larger room with a bigger bed, and Amir was now living with me in the hospital. We were sleeping together, too, but he’d not been intimate with me—even a little. Last night in his sleep, he’d grown hard, and I’d managed to turn enough to wrap my hand around him, but then he’d rolled over and pretended to ignore me—feigning sleep.

  I asked the doctor about sex. He’d slyly grinned and said he didn’t see why not. I was healed well enough and since they’d surgically removed the baby, there was nothing at all wrong with my girl parts. I finished with a visit to Amsi, and then returned to our room to find Amir napping. I was happy he was resting, so I decided to join him. I drew the blinds and darkened the room and then popped out to tell the nurse I was locking the door and to leave us alone. I had plans.

  I dropped my gown and traced a hand over my shrunken belly and the horizontal scar across my pubic line. It was still an angry red, and it itched, but it, like the rest of me, was well on the way to a full recovery. Now all I needed was to get my strength back. I found Amir watching me through narrowed lids. I offered, “The doctor said I could.”

  His look of concern was almost funny. “No.”

  “You can’t just tell me no. I need this, too. I know you do.”

  “I am fine,” he said curtly.

  I crawled up into the bed and his eyes followed the sway of my breasts. “No you’re not.” I sat on my bended knees and cupped my tits. “I’m sorry they aren’t as plump.”

  His voice was gravely with need, “They are perfection.”

  “Why don’t you want this?” I teased him as I scraped a thumb over a nipple and it stood at attention.

  “If I hurt you…” His voice was full of anguish.

  Mine was full of confusion. “You—I mean sex—had nothing to do with this.” I waved my hand dramatically for emphasis.

  He grimaced, “I am not so sure.”

  I put my hands on my hips and glared at him, “So your answer is to never touch me again? That’s ridiculous!”

  “I suppose it is,” he said in defeat and rolled onto his back, tenting the sheet in the process. I snorted and giggled and ripped the sheet down to expose his naked body, jutting and rippling with pulsing veins.

  “I needed to make certain you were ready,” he offered. “I would loathe to selfishly use you.”

  “Well I am ready, and I want you to use me!” I said just before I dove over his erection to lap at the bulging crown. Amir’s hips bucked, and he made a sound of intense longing.

  His hands petted my hair and then one traveled to my left nipple, and he pinched it lightly.

  “Will you let me make love to you?” he asked in an almost whisper.

  I slid down at his side and lazily let my eyelids flutter, “If you would, I know you could set my world back on its axis. I need you, Amir. I need you inside me.”

  He crawled up and over me, and I realized it had been months since he’d been capable. I shuddered and spread my legs as he positioned himself with his heavy cock pinned against my center.

  “Now I will take you properly.”

  I wrapped my legs around his tight waist, and he held my shoulders from underneath. He took his time, kissing me and making love to my mouth with his as he stroked his very hard, very long, and very hot cock against my mound. He pushed against my clit and skidded his veined phallus up through my apex. Over and over until I was a quivering, lubricated mess of a woman begging him to enter me.

  I was much too weak to do anything other than follow his lead, but he was strong and sure and seemed to relish every moment of being on top of me. My legs shook as he parted my silk and slid partly into me. Not all of him, though, not like I ached to feel. My body spread and opened, and I grew wetter.

  “Please, Amir. I’m good. You can’t hurt me,” I begged.

  When he carefully sunk himself all the way home, his balls vibrated against my butt and we both gasped from the perfection of our joining. I met his eyes and watched as his determined expression changed from concern to pleasure at seeing I was indeed fine. I was better than fine—I was rapturous at how my body seemed tuned to this man. His strength had returned, and he was once again owning me like no other ever had.

  He pulsed his jaw and held my body as he began to make the slowest, sweetest love to me. His length skewered up and rubbed along my G-spot, and I continued to shudder through a series of multiple small tremors of delight.

  “Amir—yes—oh God yes. Harder baby! Please,” I wailed.

  He was still treating me as if I were going to break. I mustered some strength and bucked my hips and reached up to bite at his lip. He gave me a stern expression. “No,” he said.

  I did it again, and it caused his balls to bounce against me from the impact. “I’m fine. I’m just weak,” I complained.

  “Come on already. Take me!” I chided and again bucked against him. “Take me like you used too. Make me! Amir—make me tell you…”

  He must have believed me because he took one hard shove into me, and I rattled with a cry of pleasure I’m certain the adjoin rooms heard. Hopefully they wouldn’t think someone was being murdered, because as Amir finally let it go and began to slam himself into me, I cried out in glorious ecstasy.

  “Yes!” Amir grunted. “Yes!” He groaned over and over as he slid on all my lubrication.

  He slid a hand down and gripped my hip, taking three hard, bruising thrusts, and he asked me, “Tell me now, female.”

  I began to climax, and with the last of my breath I shouted, “You are my Alpha.”

  His body seized, and he clenched his jaw, “Tell me who you…belong…”

  He was unable to complete his plea as he came violently inside me. My head flew back, and I lost all my air as my body responded with an eardrum-shattering surge of pleasure that sped throughout my body. The best I could do was say, “Yours.”

  He shook and grunted through another release within seconds, and then we laid there, with him balanced on bent elbows, buried in my body. His weight pinned me, and his heat fused us as one.

  “It’s been too long,” I purred as his strength infused me with a feeling of rebirth. “God, I’ve missed this.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  A month later, we were able to move back to Omar’s cloud palace with our new baby. The luxury of being a wife to a sheikh was that I had fulltime help with the baby. So besides his nanny, he also had a fulltime nurse to monitor his still fragile health. He now weighed a whopping five pounds, and he’d sprouted a little halo of blond hair on his shiny domed head. Amir called it is angel crown.

  Amir Jr. also appeared to have the perfect combination of our eye colors, although at his age, it was still hard to tell. It looked like he was going to end up with fire-spitting hazel green eyes with a rim of luminous amber. Like I said, the perfect combination of Amir’s golden hued brown and my light blue. Amsi’s skin was already a darker hue than my pale—easily burned and freckly skin.

  For all appearances, it seemed as if my first visions of a tawny, skinny, light-haired, light-eyed boy were proving as more prophetic than fantasy. He was a hungry child and cried regularly for a bottle. I was sad that my milk had dried up and I was unable to nurse him. Aside from that woe, I was now fully involved in his care and just as tired as the nanny and nurse. I don’t know how one tiny baby could consume so much of our time and energy, but he did, and I was fine with it.

  We were told we should act as if the entire household were under quarantine so as to provide Amsi’s fragile—almost non-existent—immune system time to develop. This only meant I wasn’t to leave and if any of u
s did, they were supposed to change clothes and shower before entering the nursery. We also all wore little surgical masks whenever we were around him.

  Amir had flown home for a couple of days, and I was alone with Anna and the array of caregivers at our disposal.

  She had her son in her arms, and he was gripping his tiny fists in the air as I sat and watched the koi fish.

  “You know, Amir said his first words to me in this exact room.”

  “Really?” she asked. “I wasn’t aware you guys had spoken before that night at the reception.”

  “Nope—I found this place and fell asleep right there. When I woke up, he was sitting here. He said I intrigued him. Something like that.”

  “You fell asleep?” Anna mocked.

  “Yup—shoulda known right then and there.”

  The baby shrieked when a particularly large fish caught his eye.

  “Bob, sweetheart, too loud for mommy’s ears.”

  “Doesn’t Omar hate you calling him that?”

  “He does, but it suits him—at least right now it does while he still looks like the Michelin man. Look at these fat rolls!”

  She sarcastically asked no-one in particular, “Should we put you on a diet, Bob?” Then she giggled and looked at me, “I caught Omar calling him that yesterday.”

  “I can’t wait till I can actually move about the cabin with Amsi. I hate him being locked in the nursery all the time. Stupid germs, leave it to me to have birthed the boy in the bubble.”

  “Not long now,” Anna said. “You’d just now be giving birth to him.” Then she looked up at me, and her eyes sparkled.

  “Isn’t it amazing our kids are going to grow up together?”

  I nodded in agreement. It was an incredible thing indeed.

  Chapter Twenty

  Time flew by, and before we knew it our baby boy was six months old. He was still smaller than children delivered at term, but in all other respects, he was healthy and robust. He was putting on weight, too, and whenever we measured him, he’d gained in length. He was a happy child and loved to laugh.

  His golden skin was a beautiful shade of perfectly tanned, and I was jealous of it. He would no doubt have no trouble tanning or being out in the sun—like his daddy. Amir was madly in love with his son and held him more than I did. He’d not left our sides except for a brief trip home to disperse most of his responsibilities to his next oldest brother. Someday he would regain the throne, but for now, as he’d declared in the hospital all those months previous, his intent was to make me and our son the two most important things in his life.

  I felt his love, too, and he was opening up more and more about the nitty gritty of his emotional life. He no longer felt it was a weakness if he let a powerful emotion show or if he verbalized it with me. He was also playing the dominant dance better with me and often gave me the power over decisions. He was also now fully walking on his own without the use of a cane. Together we’d worked on our mutual recovery and used Omar’s big pool for daily exercise. I was pretty much back in fighting shape, too.

  I craved a change of scenery, and now that Amsi was cleared from his quarantine, we began to venture out more often. In another few months, we were going to return to the States and get a place to live for a few months. I think we were even going to visit my small family in Kansas. I was, however, hesitant about bringing my Arab husband to Middle America.

  Before our return to the States, we were packing and preparing to go to Amir’s home in Abu Dhabi. I’d met two of his siblings and his father when they’d traveled to Dubai. After some initial awkwardness, they seemed to warm to the idea of having a blonde daughter/sister-in-law. Amsi’s infectious charm didn’t hurt in swaying their approval, either, and the simple fact I was fairly fluent in Arabic, further cemented their acceptance.

  Next was his mother and his people, and of course some official ceremony and marriage rituals. I wasn’t that excited about the whole thing. Unlike Anna who’d dreamt of her fairy tale wedding her entire life, I’d not once looked at a bridal magazine. Amir assured me I need only appear and be my beautiful self—the rest would be planned and executed by his people.

  Anna, Omar, and little Bob were planning on joining us in the States for the summer. The boys were already inseparable playmates. Neither could walk yet, but they weeble-wobbled around like fat dolls on the floor and kept us all amused on a regular basis. I’d already begun to fear for a future when both of them could walk and run and undoubtedly cause mayhem on a regular basis.

  Amir and Omar had agreed that when they were young boys they were both troublemakers. Anna and I could just sigh and roll our eyes and confirm not much had changed.

  “Come, my princess—your winged chariot awaits. We shall fly to our home. Gather our young demi-god and lead the way,” Amir said with a glint in his eyes and sweep of his arm to our private jet.

  At last, I had finally found my fairytale ending.

  To Be Continued…

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