by Peyton Banks
I wrapped my hands around her waist. “Tomorrow, I’d like to watch you, skinny dip in the private pool, right there.” I pointed.
She chuckled. “Sounds good.” Nadia turned in my arms.
“I see you are sobering up. Didn’t think you would be coherent on our wedding night.”
“And miss sliding deep into my wife’s pussy on our wedding night. Not a fucking chance.”
She moaned against my chest.
“Come here.” I tugged her hand and walked over to the king-sized bed positioned next to the dark wood patio shudder doors. Sitting on the bed, I swayed my hands along her curvy hips, gazing into her eyes. Her face was filled with melancholy.
“Nadia, something is wrong? I’ve caught that distant look on your face a few times today.”
Not saying a word, she ran across the room, digging through her luggage.
“Nadia, talk to me.”
She scurried over, hands behind her back, my worried eyes met hers.
“Open your hand.”
I didn’t know what to think. My large palm turned face up. She placed a slender plastic tube in my hand.
“Turn it over.”
I flipped it over and stared at the pink plus sign on the pregnancy test.
My mouth dropped open. “Nadia, we’re having a baby?”
Her hand flew over her mouth, shaking her head. Tears burst forth down her brown cheeks. I pulled her into my lap. “This is great, baby.” I kissed her neck.
“Are you sure? Maybe I should have taken birth control pills. You’ll be away most of my pregnancy.” She dropped her head against mine.
“I know that’s a lot to handle. The thought of you carrying our child makes life so much sweeter.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. We haven’t used protection one time. I knew there was a chance you’d become pregnant with our child. I’m ecstatic.”
She caressed my ears. “Me too.”
“Good. Don’t hesitate to ask for assistance. Our parents will help.”
I padded my large thumb across her cheeks, swiping at the tears.
“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Nadia disappeared into the bathroom. I stared at the pregnancy test a second time.
“Wow, we’re having a baby.”
I’d love to be there for Nadia every step of the way during her pregnancy. The thought of her being alone left a bad taste in my mouth. I knew I’d do everything in my power to make it back home to my family.
“Mr. Wilder,” Nadia sang.
I glanced across the room. She stood in the bathroom doorway wearing a pink frilly lace teddy.
My cock strained against my dress pants. I stretched my hand out toward her. “Get back over here.”
“One second.” She darted across the room and grabbed my hat.
“I want you to slip your hat back on big boy,” she purred, strutting toward me.
I smiled, removing the hat from her hand, pulling it snug on my head.
“Shit, you’re handsome. You in that hat are almost enough to make me come.”
My eyebrows rose. “Oh… Well what would make you come?”
“Me staring up at you while you slide in and out of my soaked pussy.”
My tongue slid across the thin lace material covering her breasts.
Pulling in her lower lip, Nadia’s head dropped back. “Ah, fuck Aiden. I love you so much.”
She sank into my lap and I gripped her neck, sucking her chin. “Baby, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.”
She gripped my large biceps. “Aiden, did you hear me?”
I glanced into her eyes. “Yes, baby, I heard you.”
“There’s no way I’d let you leave without knowing how much you matter to me. As much as I don’t want you to go. I’ll make it. You are the only man I can ever love. You’re my heart, Aiden,” she cried.
“I understand, Nadia. You’re the Navy wife a man like me needs and deserves.”
“Never forget, Aiden.”
“I won’t, sweetheart.”
“Good, now fuck me slow then fast.” She winked.
I tossed her on the bed. Standing briefly, I peeled off my clothes.
“What a gorgeous sight.” Nadia ran her tongue across her sexy lips. “That rock-hard body and those tempting abs.” She leaned over the side of the bed and slid her lips down my cock.
“Shit, that’s good, baby.”
Nadia’s hands clutched my ass and her head bobbed back and forth fast then slow. She slid her tongue underneath the head of my cock. My eyes rolled in the back of my head.
“Um,” she moaned sliding her tongue up and down my cock. Nadia slipped my dick back into her mouth applying just enough pressure as my cock hit the back of her throat.
“Baby, fuck, I’m coming.” I grabbed that fucking bun on her head as I came down her throat.
Nadia fell back on the bed, sliding her finger between her lips. “That was delicious.”
I snatched that fucking baby doll teddy from her slender frame. Spreading her thick thighs, I stroked my thumb over her clit. Her hand fell against her forehead.
“Aiden, it’s coming,” she purred.
“No.” I placed my hat on the bed and slipped my tongue into her tight greedy hole.
“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! It feels so good.”
Massaging her thighs, I licked within her folds then slicked my tongue around her clit.
“Aiden. Aiden!” Her body tensed up, then shuddered against my tongue.
“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m coming and it feels so fucking good,” she screamed in pleasure.
Standing on my knees, I slipped my hat back onto my head and stroked my cock.
“Nadia, open your eyes. I want to watch your face as you take every inch of this long thick dick.”
Her shaky hands gripped my big forearms. “Every inch, baby.”
Her eyes widened as I slid inch by inch into her convulsing pussy.
“Baby,” she moaned.
Hovering over her, I pushed her leg forward, sliding deeper and deeper inside her. Nadia gripped my neck, pressing her lips against mine. “Aiden, it’s coming again.”
“Hold on, baby.” I pounded into her slowly then quickened my pace.
“Yes, don’t stop, Aiden. Yes, your dick is the best!” she yelled.
I swiped the back of my hand across my brow wiping away a layer of sweat. “You’re not coming yet.”
I tossed my hat aside and pulled her into my lap. “Ride this cock good, Nadia.”
Her arms stretched across my shoulders and our lips connected. Clenching her ass cheek, I slammed into her tight walls.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your tight pussy,” I growled, biting her neck.
“Oh yeah, Aiden, come with me… Now… I’m going to explode.”
I stared into her beautiful eyes. “I’m coming, baby.” My toes curled as I gripped her back, filling her pussy with my seed.
Holding her in my arms on our wedding night was a memory I’d never forget.
18
Aiden
No contact with the outside world was excruciating for the first time in my Navy SEAL career. I finally knew what it felt like to miss another human being deep in my heart. So many times, I’d listen to my men talk about their wives and kids. I finally understood what that aching pain felt like. But a man in my position couldn’t ponder on thoughts of family, I had to focus and strive to stay alive. Leading SEAL team twelve into war was my number one mission.
Staring through night vision goggles my team, and I stood along a corridor waiting to storm the building and take out our target. He was a dangerous man who sent several sleeper cells to America to wreak havoc. Cutting the head off of the snake would help, but not end our problem. Another evil motherfucker would rise and we’d rush to destroy them also. That was what we did for the last six months, cut the head off of snakes.
I raised two fingers and motioned for my men to move in. A sea of men fired their weapons at u
s. There were more men in the compound then the number we were briefed on.
“Abort! Abort!” I shouted. One of my men was hit. I dragged him out of the compound.
“We need a chopper down here, now.”
Someone tipped them off. “Come on! Move!” I motioned with my hand.
“SEAL team twelve a chopper is landing now,” dispatch stated.
“Copy that.”
“Men, get on that chopper. I will hold them off.”
“Commander,” Jenkins held his arms out.
“That’s an order!” Gripping my machine gun, I backed up toward a road behind me. Firing my weapon bullets hurled through the air slamming into a few targets who fell over the wall above. I had to get out of there. I glanced over to my right. Jenkins helped another one of our men to the chopper a few feet away. I couldn’t make it to the chopper without getting hit. I ran down the road backwards. A bullet penetrated my side. Muscling through the pain, I ran down a hill and hid. I heard voices nearby. It was in my best interest to keep moving. Finding shelter, so I could stop the bleeding was all that ran through my mind. Stumbling upon a cave, I hid. Lying on the ground, applying pressure to the wound wasn’t helping. I needed to grab my medical kit, but I couldn’t risk making a sound. Aiden, you can’t die like this. Slowly my eyes closed.
Seven months had passed. Birds chirped, and the sun heated my back. I inhaled then exhaled, pressing the doorbell. Running my fingers through my long hair, I exhaled.
Silence. I peeked down the street, allowing the sun to warm my face.
“Hello, may I help you?”
I turned. “I’m home.”
Her eyes filled with tears, clutching her large belly. I pulled the screen door open damn near ripping it off its hinges. Gripping her belly, warm tears streamed down my face. “I never thought, I’d see you again.”
I wrapped her in my arms. “They said you were dead,” she cried.
“I’m here now. I had to find my way back home. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen you in nine months.”
She stepped back, grabbing my hand pulling me into the house. We sat on the sofa.
“I just want to look at you, Nadia. Fuck, I missed you.”
“I missed you and so did little Aiden.”
My eyes widened. “We’re having a boy?”
“Yes! Talk to him. He knows your voice. I play the voice recordings to him all the time.”
I rubbed her stomach. “Daddy’s home. I love you so much,” I sniffled.
Nadia caressed my bruised face. “This is all I wanted. You here with us. I love you with all my heart, Aiden. What happened?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I want to hear it.”
“I will tell you in time. Right now, I want to enjoy my family.” I pulled Nadia into my arms.
I’d eventually tell her about the hell I went through to return home. None of that mattered now. Only Nadia and Aiden Jr.
At three thirty in the morning my little man entered the world. Nadia said she was three days past her due date. Aiden Jr. held on until I returned. That was the best gift a man could ever receive. I knew I’d have to leave them again soon. That last snake I was after was still out there. I wouldn’t rest until I found him.
Holding my son in my arms, I pressed my lips against Nadia’s. “You did great, baby. You two are the only happiness, I’ll ever need.”
The End
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Secrets
Julia Bright
With only minutes to spare, Baxter has to find a fiancée to present to his parents, but who can he call? An old friend from college seems to be the only woman who will do. But Baxter doesn’t want her just to be his fake fiancée, he wants more.
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Heather humors Baxter by agreeing to a date. When Baxter’s callous mother shows up early and reveals they believe her to be Baxter’s fiancée she is determined to play along. But faking being engaged is harder than Heather bargained for.
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Their fake engagement draws them together at first, but disaster soon follows. Can they come back together, or has too much happened?
Prologue
Andrew Delany Baxter-Scott…the fifth
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Watching Heather do anything is enchanting. Even when she’s sweaty and picking grass from her hair or wiping mud from her nose, she’s perfect. And that’s why I can’t sleep with her. Not the grass or the mud or the earthy scent that clings to both of us. I’d be willing to take a roll in the hay, or up against a tree, in a shower, a bed, anywhere with Heather, but I can’t. She isn’t someone I can throw away after sex, and I can’t go down the commitment highway, destroying my life by falling into the trap my parents have set. Though my mom pretends to be accepting when her friends are around, she isn’t. Behind closed doors, our family isn’t open and loving. It’s all an act.
Moving to California had pissed my parents off. But coming here had changed everything. And Heather is the reason. Her words of wisdom as she listened to me blab about my past pain caused by my parents, revealing the depths of their depravity, had shown me the truth. I never thought I was good enough before Heather. At first, I hadn’t realized what I was doing, but after multiple late nights with Heather, talking until the sun turned the horizon shades of pink, I got it.
Heather made me see everything differently. She made life brighter. Like now, grass covers us. My clothes are a mess, and I think I have dirt on my teeth, but we’re laughing out loud and having fun. She is my best friend, which is a little unfortunate because I can’t ask for more now.
“You missed,” Heather calls out.
“Ha! I didn’t miss, I meant to do that.”
The red soccer ball we’d been kicking around is off somewhere, close to a sidewalk or something. She flings a blade of grass at me and frowns.
“You’re heading back next week?”
I shrug, uncomfortable with the direction of our conversation. “I also have an acceptance letter from Stanford Law. I just need to go and see what Yale is like.”
She rolls her eyes and stands up, pretending to adjust a make-believe tie. “Stuffy, the forecast says stuffy with a side of bullshit.”
I laugh and climb to my feet, dusting off my ass as I reach for her. “Come on. I’m not going to abandon you. You’re my best friend.”
She punches my shoulder before running to the ball. The kick she sends at me is hard, more like a bullet instead of a friendly punt. We mess around for a little while longer. A couple of guys come by and ask if they can join in. I don’t want them anywhere near Heather, but she’s not mine. No doubt, I would ruin her. Depression hits. I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to leave California, and I really don’t want to leave Heather, but my father told me I had to come back and look at schools close to New York. I’d caved, and now I regret it.
One of the guys starts flirting heavily with Heather and then he makes the grave mistake of calling her a “mocha chocolate” something or other and I see the switch almost immediately. We’d discussed in length one night over tequila and donuts—they don’t mix, so don’t even try it�
�how she hated when people compared her skin to food. She said it made her feel like an object, not human.
She laughs, but I see the change in her eyes. These guys are stupid. It doesn’t stop my heart from aching when she takes his phone to enter her number. I move closer, jealousy making me see green when I look over her shoulder and see she’s given him the number for the STD clinic she’d worked at for a year.
Though she’s given a wrong number my stomach rolls because she isn’t mine, and I’m not hers.
Those guys leave and more come over who know her. She’s laughing and smiling, her eyes bright when one guy, a tall one with broad shoulders, dark skin, and a huge smile flirts with her. I can’t watch her laughing with him, so I take off, not even stopping to say bye. It’s a dick move, but I guess I was becoming my father’s son. Part of me wanted to go to Heather and confess my feelings, but feelings are messy, and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t just screw everything up even more. Leaving is easier than facing her.
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Baxter
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Ten years later
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Trust isn’t something my father has ever given me. I’ve tried but failed many times over. Now, I have just the thing to turn the tide. I’ve settled down. Yes, the playboy, the irresponsible son, the jerk who couldn’t keep a girlfriend through high school and didn’t catch one in college where there were so many beautiful women to choose from, has found a woman to settle down with.
