Mallory

by Michelle Love

  “Don’t you trust me, Steele?” I ask as I bend her knee and place her left foot on the bed.

  “You and trust, Arsen.” Her tits rise with the sigh she makes.

  “I know, right?” I move my body between her spread legs and run my tongue over her clit. “It’s just an issue I have and always will, Steele. I need your trust. I crave it.”

  Her hands run down and she plows them through my hair. “I crave you to stay alive, Arsen.”

  With a tap of my tongue to her clit again I watch her eyes slowly close. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Umm hmm.”

  After a little nip, I give her my all. Tongue slathering over her clit until I feel it pulsing. Her body arches and I slip a finger inside her. Her breathing goes ragged as she pants.

  I move my finger in and out then in again and hook it up to put pressure on her g-spot. Her hands pound on the bed. “Arsen!” Her body arches up and her vagina clenches around my finger and she’s soaking wet in an instant.

  Running my tongue up her then over her stomach where I stop and leave a kiss, I make my way up to her. Soft kisses I trail over each breast then I rest my body on hers and my lips on her mouth.

  Sliding into her wet depths, I feel the pulsing of her walls around my hard cock. In and out I move as her hands roam over my back, whisper soft. Her shallow breaths fall warm against my left shoulder as I release her mouth and her head moves to it.

  Keeping a slow rhythm, I kiss her neck with soft kisses. Her hands move up my back and go through my hair.

  I love to feel her like this. Like a warm summer afternoon. Lazily our bodies move in unison. Her skin so soft against mine. And all I can think about is how much I love her.

  Moving one hand to tangle in her silky hair, I press my lips to hers again to taste her sweet kiss. Cinnamon and honey are what she tastes like. Her hair smells like cotton candy from using the kid’s shampoo she bought for Trace.

  Her body fits mine like a glove and I never want to feel another’s beneath mine again. She is all I want, all I need.

  Warmth fills me as I move in and out of her. Her hands move to place them on my cheeks as she holds me to her. Kissing me back. Holding me in a way that tells me she is mine and I am hers.

  Small squeezes begin inside her. Not dramatic hard pulsing, just easy little, gentle squeezes. Inside me blossoms with the adoration I have for this woman.

  This perfectly, imperfect creature who I share this life with.

  My love for her spills out of me and into her in a gentle wave as we kiss. I reluctantly release her mouth and we take in deep breaths. I look into her sweet eyes. “I love you, Steele. More than you will ever even understand.”

  Her soft hands cradle my face. “Arsen, I love you. The love I have for you runs so deep and so true there are no doubts in my mind when it comes to you.”

  I rest my forehead against hers. “I’ll let Max know I won’t be buying his chopper.”

  Her hands flow over my back as she says, “No, don’t do that. You’ve never taken me for a ride yet. I’m basing everything on fear. I’m sure you’re as excellent at driving that thing as you are at everything else you do. Tell him you want it.”

  “Really?” I ask as a smile spreads over my entire face and my heart speeds up.

  I kiss her on the tip of her adorable nose. She giggles. “That got your heart pumping!”

  Pecking little kisses all over her precious face I say, “Thank you.” After each kiss.

  STEELE

  Eight months have passed and Arsen did manage to knock me up again. Another boy is heading our way, and it seems he plans on making his debut earlier than expected.

  With our other kids safe with Kip and Peyton, Arsen is speeding towards the hospital. “You okay over there, Momma?”

  “The contractions are getting much stronger. I’m pretty sure little Brody is about to enter the world. Just hope we make it to the hospital and you don’t have to deliver this baby in the back of the suburban.” I look over my shoulder and see some toys on the back seat.

  His laugh comes out nervous. “Please hold on, Baby.”

  “I’m really trying. I promise I am.”

  The pain is ramping up and I have a bad feeling. The other two deliveries were nothing like this. Then warm liquid gushes out of me.

  “Fuck!”

  Arsen’s head snaps as he looks at me. “That did not sound good!”

  “My water broke. What a mess!” Tears just start pouring out of me. “The car’s ruined. I’m probably going to mess it up even more by having our baby in it. Arsen, I’m so sorry.”

  “You don’t have to cry. It will clean up or I’ll get us a new one, Baby. Don’t cry.” He rakes his knuckles across my cheek.

  “But it’s not going the way we planned at all.”

  “Nothing ever does, Baby.” He laughs and takes my hand just as another contraction hits and this one hurts like hell.

  I squeeze his hand as it makes me scream. Arsen shouts, “Breathe, Baby!”

  It ends and I take in a breath. “Arsen, hurry!”

  “Hang on, please hang on!”

  He puts his emergency flashers on and speeds up. Moving in and out of traffic as fast as possible. But I don’t think it’ll be fast enough as another contraction hits me hard.

  I remember to do the breathing and get through it but feel more fluid pushing out of me. The next one hits only seconds after that last one. I turn to look at him as the sun’s last rays leave the sky. “Pull over.”

  “No! No, no, no!” Arsen’s hands grip the wheel. “Shit!”

  He hits the ‘On’ star button. A friendly woman’s voice asks, “Hello, Mr. Sloan. How can I help you this evening?”

  “My wife is having a baby and I’m on the 101. Is there a hospital anywhere near my location?”

  “The nearest hospital is thirteen point seven miles away. With the traffic in your area, your ETA is twenty minutes,” she says.

  He looks at me and I shake my head as another contraction hits me. Through gritted teeth I say, “I don’t have that long.”

  The nice lady tells us, “Take the next exit. There is a convenient store where you can pull into the parking lot. I will alert 911 of the emergency and your location. I’m connecting you to emergency services to talk you through the delivery, Mr. Sloan. Good luck, Mrs. Sloan. And congratulations to you both.”

  “Thank you,” we both say.

  Another pain hits me as he takes the exit and I notice his knuckles are white as they grip the steering wheel.

  “It’ll be okay,” I tell him. “At least, you’ve seen this done twice before.”

  “I never really paid attention to what the hell was going on down there. I was always so focused on you and keeping you calm. Shit! Why didn’t I ever pay attention to all that? Crap! Fuck me, Baby. I’m so fucking nervous!”

  “Arsen. You have to get a grip! I need you to be that in control man you’re so good at being. Find that guy, quick.”

  I watch him swallow hard and he pulls into the parking lot and pulls to the side of the store. I can hear sirens but they’re far away. He gets out and opens the back door.

  Arsen tosses the toys off the back seat and then opens my door and picks me up and places me in the back seat. He pulls out a blanket from the far back. One we used when we went on a picnic last week.

  He drapes it over me as he moves my legs to bend my knees. Then he pulls me forward until my ass is at the edge of the seat. Out of the glove box, he pulls out a pocket knife and cuts my panties off at each side.

  “Glad you wore a dress, Baby,” he says. “And our son has a head full of dark hair.”

  “How do you know he’ll have hair? Brady was born bald as they come.”

  “Because I’m looking at the top of his little head.” He looks up at me and smiles. All calm, all cool, all in control.

  That’s my man!

  The sirens are getting closer and a voice comes over the car speakers.

&n
bsp; “Hello, Mr. Sloan?”

  “I’m here,” he answers,

  “How’s it going? I’m Donny, the EMT headed your way. How’s our mommy doing?”

  “I’ve been better,” I say then groan with another contraction.

  “I have the top of the baby’s head in view, Donnie,” Arsen says.

  “Well then, do you have anything to catch this kid with?”

  Arsen pulls a baby blanket out of the bag I packed a few days ago when I started getting things together for my trip to the hospital I hadn’t planned on taking for another month.

  “How about a baby blanket?” he asks.

  “It’ll help. Babies can be pretty slick and hard to hold onto. So use it to ease the baby out with the next few contractions. Do not pull on it. Are we on time or early or late or what?”

  Arsen answers as I get ready to push with the next contraction. “We are a month early and it’s a boy we’re having.”

  “A month, huh? Be advised we will be taking the baby and Mommy with us as soon as we get there so the child can be taken care of ASAP. Okay, Daddy?”

  “Got it.” Arsen looks at me. “I’ll be right behind you, Baby. Don’t worry.”

  I nod and say, “Get ready, Arsen. I think this is it!”

  He looks at me and says, “I love you, Steele. Get ready to see Brody.”

  I scream out with the contraction. “I love you, Arsen!”

  It seems like an eternity then I hear the little cries of Brody and look to find Arsen with tears flowing down his cheeks as he looks at the red, little, wrinkly thing in his hands.

  “Hi, Son. How are you doing this fine evening?” He sniffles and holds him up. “Look who’s here, Momma.”

  I smile and lie back and take a deep breath as I hear the sirens pull in and stop next to us.

  Thank you, God!

  ARSEN

  “And that’s how Daddy was the first person to ever get to hold you, Brody.” I rock my son in the nursery we made just off our bedroom.

  Brody and Steele were able to come home after just a few days at the hospital and the little guy has grown to a decent ten pounds in the last couple of months since his birth in the parking lot of ‘Habeeb’s Fine Merchandise, Beer, and Cigarettes.’

  Brady has told us he’s kind of jealous of his baby brother because he was on the news the night he was born. Seems the kid was born to be in the spotlight.

  The sound of footsteps come into our bedroom and I look up to see Steele making her way towards us. “Did you get him to sleep?”

  I nod. “He likes to hear his story. He falls right to sleep every time.”

  “Glad he does for you. Man, that colic he has, drives me crazy. Thanks for taking him. I was at my wits end.” She runs her hand over my shoulder as she walks behind me and readies his crib.

  “I’m glad he needs me like he does.” I get up and take him to lie him down. “He makes me feel special.”

  After I place him gently in the crib and cover him up I turn to find Steele with her arms wide open. I grab them and pull her to me and hug her with a little swaying motion.

  “I think you’re special too, Mr. Sloan.”

  I kiss the top of her head and inhale the sweet smell of watermelon. “New shampoo, Honey?”

  “Yes, Trace and I like it. Don’t you?” She looks up at me with a grin.

  “All those expensive hair products I buy you and you use the kid’s shampoo.” I shake my head at her.

  “Trace likes our hair to smell the same way. What can I say?”

  I put my arm around her and we leave the room and go to our bedroom. “I say, you’re a sweet mommy to do that for your daughter.”

  “Trace and Brady want you to give them good-night kisses, but I already read them a book and told them you were taking the Brody shift this time. I’ll be waiting for you in our bed and just a little reminder. The doc approved sexual activities for me today.” She winks at me. “If you feel like it. I get it if you don’t.”

  I pull her close to me and kiss her lips softly. “You get it, if I don’t?”

  She nods. “Yeah. That was pretty gross what you had to see when you delivered the baby. My doctor said sometimes it takes dads a little while to put what they saw out of their minds. I understand. I won’t hold it against you, Arsen.”

  “Baby, there is not a thing in the world that would make me think you unattractive. That was a scary but beautiful experience. If anything, it made me respect you even more. Your body had to morph to bring our children into this world. It makes me love you even more to know the torture you would go through to give me children.” I kiss her again.

  Steele’s hands run over my cheeks. “You are too good, Arsen. Almost too good to be true, I think sometimes.”

  I shake my head. “No, I’m not. And if I am then it’s because you helped me to become that man. I am who I am because of you being a part of my life. I shudder to think what I’d be if I told Paul to take me home that night instead of stalking you.”

  “I shudder to think about all I would’ve missed out on if I hadn’t gone completely against my nature and got in the back seat of your car, Arsen. Then I let you take me like you owned me. Just not me at all,” she says as she shakes her head. “Do you ever wonder what had us acting so different?”

  “I try not to wonder about it, because what is the use, anyway?” I pull her in tight to me. “But I have now and again. I was no stalker, and you were anything but my type. But there was such a strong pull when I saw you. Like magic.”

  She nods in agreement. “Like magic, Arsen.”

  Her arms tighten around me. “I hope each of our children find a love like we have. I hope it doesn’t have to start with such a hard time. Man that would be hard to take.”

  “That’s why I’m glad your parents didn’t know a thing about us until the day before our wedding. I bet your dad would’ve stomped my ass. As he would say.” I laugh a little, but I know it’s true.

  That man is tough as hell and fiercely protective over his family. I’m lucky my shit was straight by the time I met him.

  “You’re going to be just like him, you know,” she says. “Maybe that’s why we clicked so quickly. I’ve always been a bit overprotected my whole life. You came in and it felt kind of normal in an abnormal way.”

  We laugh and hug and then I kiss her once more before I go kiss my other children good night.

  I never thought there would be a woman who would come into my life one day and make it all alright. Not even my mother made it alright. Steele is my angel and I’ll always treat her like one.

  For forever and a day…

  And they all lived happily ever after

  THE END

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  BILLIONAIRE’S QUARRY

  By Michelle Love

  The Prey Part 1

  Billionaire’s Quarry

  By Michelle Love

  Intrigue. Indifference. In Denial.

  Mercy Noland is a twenty-six-year-old luxury spa manager with a couple of secrets she keeps from most people. She inherited her young niece and nephew after a car accident took their parents. Her life revolves around her job and her kids, and nothing else.

  Jude Hurst is thirty and a spoiled oil billionaire. Born into money, he’s never worked a day in his life for anything. Other than when he learned to hunt with his maternal grandfather. He meets Mercy and sets his sights on her from the beginning.

  Mercy has no room in her life for any man, much less a man who is not only out of her league but also on the dangerous side. With the loss of not only her sister but her parents, as well, to a tragic auto accident, Jude’s careless behavior isn’t a thing she sees working in her little family.

  Can Jude make her see life is more than work and responsibilities? Or will Mercy make Jude see she isn’t up to the task of being with any man? Find out how their story begins i
n the first book of, ‘The Billionaire’s Quarry.’

  MERCY

  When a two and a half-year-old little girl gets pissed everyone knows it. She makes sure of it. I inherited my niece and nephew two years ago when their parents, their mom was my sister, and my parents were going out for a night on the town while I stayed home to babysit the two little ones. A terrible auto accident claimed all four lives that were in my father’s car that night. The accident changed me from the fun aunt to the responsible mother in the blink of an eye.

  I’ve taken to it well, I think. It made me hurry up and figure out what’s real in this life. I was twenty-four when that happened. Still young and free, single and alone. With the responsibility of the kids, I grew up overnight.

  It became apparent that I needed to start making money. I had my business degree and had done nothing with it at that time. With a few interviews I managed to gain a managerial position at a Dallas luxury spa and I’ve done well in that position.

  I have to say the hardest part of being a parent is dropping the kids off at daycare. They just never seem to want to go. I suppose because it’s so early and they’d much rather be sleeping. I know I would.

  I have to get up an extra hour early every day to get them to their daycare so I can get to work. At times I do wish I had help. A man to even out some of the chores that come along with taking care of a feisty four-year-old boy and a two and a half-year-old girl might be nice. But then again he might just get in my way.

  Mia holds on tight to the car door as Carter stands in a sleepy daze, waiting for me to drag his sister away from the car and into the little building which they call home every Monday through Friday, from six in the morning until six at night.

  I wish there was another way but so far I haven’t found it.

  “Mia, Baby, please come on. Let go of the door, Honey. You’re going to have fun. You always do,” I beg her.