by Posey Parks
She sighed, then nodded. “Fine. But I am the only doctor they’ll need on the road. You guys can fall back.”
“Good night, everyone.” Brandon didn’t agree or disagree.
“One sec.” We glanced at Dillon.
“If someone asked you ladies what the initials stood for, what would be the answer?”
Samantha stepped forward. “Awesome, mothers, and wives.” She brushed off her shoulder.
Head pounding, I still couldn’t hold back the laughter. Nor could my friends.
Dillon shook his head. “Good night.”
After the room cleared and I’d taken the two aspirins, Marco pulled me back into his brooding embrace.
“I love you, Emoni.”
“I know, Marco, but you can’t worry about every minor thing.”
“Easier said than done. Not sure I’ll shake that feeling of pain and terror I felt that day in the hospital hall as I watched Nadine wheel you away. I finally remembered us. We were moving forward in our marriage, then in a blink of an eye I could lose you in childbirth. As much as I wanted more children, I thought maybe Marco Jr. would be our only child. I’ve been concerned ever since.”
My fingers swept across his pecs. “We won’t stop growing our family. You’re worrying too much.” I yawned as I snuggled into his chest.
“Emoni, I hope you’re right.” His lips pressed against my head. “Good night, baby.”
∞
The bright lights poured over my radiant dark skin. Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I grazed my fingers over my engorged breasts.
My nose wrinkled at the sight of my huge melons filled to the rim with milk. Toxic milk, to be exact. I drank half a bottle of wine. “Ouch. They hurt, shit.”
I stretched my tank top over my breasts, careful not to touch the sensitive flesh. My shorts were next to hit the floor.
Heavy knuckles tapped on the door. “Emoni, I need to come in.”
“Marco, use another bathroom down the hall.”
“Baby, seriously? Come on. Open the door.” His deep, playful voice lit my core on fire.
I turned the chrome shower handle knob upward. Chilly water shot out of the four shower heads.
Maybe cold water would feel better on my skin.
“One sec.”
I padded across the warm floor and unlocked the door, then tiptoed back into the shower.
“Emoni, do you still have a headache?” I heard the door click close.
“A little.” I adjusted the water until it was warm.
I heard him lift the toilet seat and the sound of pee followed.
“We drank a hell of a lot last night. The last thing I expected to find was my wife covered in blood.”
Through the glass, I gazed at his cock. Don’t show him your fazed, Emoni.
“Marco, I promise the girls and I were on the straight and narrow.”
He stalked toward the shower, yanking the door open.
His sexy lips twisted as he dropped his shorts to the floor.
“What are you doing?” My mouth gaped as I scanned every beautiful tattoo on his body. I smiled inside. Three years together, and I still craved him like my next breath.
“Come on, Emoni. Relax. What do we do at home?”
He closed the door, then massaged my shoulders.
“Shower together,” I mumbled.
Shooting pain struck my breasts. “Ouch.”
He leaned over my shoulder, studying my face. “Do you need to see Brandon now?”
I shook my head. “No.” Gently tugging on my nipples, I expelled the milk. “Feels like my breasts are about to burst there so full.”
His shoulders relaxed. “I’ll take over.”
My head fell against his chest. “Thank you.”
Yes, my husband knew how to relieve the pressure I felt in my breasts. After our first child was born Marco found me on the shower floor in tears. I told him my breasts hurt. He didn’t bother removing his suit, just his shoes. Marco sat behind me and lightly squeezed my nipples. Last thing I remembered was falling asleep under the soothing water in his arms. Marco Jr. loved to keep me awake at night. My husband took care of our son while I caught up on much needed sleep.
Rolling my wet hair back and forth on his chest, I exhaled. “Oh, that feels so much better.” I caressed his cheek.
“Sam told us her husband likes to drink her breast milk during sex.”
“I’ll ask him about it.”
“Marco.” I peeked up at him. “No, you won’t.”
“I tasted your breast milk a few times. It was sweet, but I didn’t try again because of the pain you suffered.”
He stepped in front of me. “Do you think if I suck gently it will help ease the pain?”
Vibrations swept through my body as he pulled me up into his arms, then lowered us to the ground.
Arching a brow, I met his gaze. “If you don’t like the taste just spit it out, but if you could suck the drunken milk out my breasts that would be wonderful.” I bit my lower lip.
He flashed that sexy grin and my pussy clenched. Didn’t look like I would make it. If his dick grazed my folds, that would be it. There would be no pulling out.
“I won’t watch.”
“Emoni, yes you will. I hate when you’re in pain. I’d like to provide any relief I can.”
He didn’t waste time. His lips covered my nipple. Slowly, he sucked. My hips widened more, and he circled the shaft of his cock against my clit.
“Shit,” I yelled.
Marco’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he sucked the first breast until the pressure diminished. Gripping my hair, my exposed neck tilted upward as his dick eased inside me.
“Fuck it. Fuck it,” I muttered like a stammering drunk woman. Pleasure struck through me as Marco sucked the milk from my other breast. The warm air smacked my ass each time he thrust deep inside me. Marco released my hair and stood on his knees. The warm water pulsated our bodies. His big hands gripped my waist, pulling me toward him. Each time his cock pounded my core, it shattered my G-Spot.
“Don’t stop.” My words slurred as my back arched.
I had nothing to hold on to. All I could do was slap the wet floor.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I repeated.
My breasts and body jumped as my orgasm shocked every inch of my body. My fucking toes curled. Marco’s large hand wrapped around my neck as he pounded my pussy. His dark wet hair slapped his forehead. Something glinted in his emerald green eyes as he slammed inside my core. I’d like to think it was satisfaction.
“Emoni.” Marco’s hoarse voice echoed around the bathroom as his cock jerked inside my pussy as he came.
My eyes glazed over the tattoos as they rose and fell on his chest.
“Marco?”
He slapped his wet hair off his forehead. “Yeah, baby.”
“I miss you falling asleep inside me.”
He grinned. “You know I miss it. Three more days and you’ll be back in my arms.”
I slid backward, leaning against the wall. “Yes, no more coming to my rescue.”
He tilted his head back. A thick chuckle rolled from his throat as the water poured over his skin. “Emoni, it doesn’t matter if you can protect yourself.”
His gaze hardened. “It’s my job to protect our family.”
Marco leaned over me and crushed my lips. “I’ll give you your space, but if we learn you ladies are in trouble, I’m coming in and cracking heads.”
I sighed. “Yeah.” There was no arguing with my stubborn husband.
Marco helped me to my feet. “Hopefully whereever you’re hanging tonight, there will be a cigar bar nearby. I need to check the basketball stats.” He poured shampoo into his palm. “Turn around, baby, I’ll massage your scalp.”
A huge smile lit my lips before I turned away. Who knew I’d have a man whose primary job in life was to keep me happy? So fortunate.
After Brandon examined each of
us, Dominic threw Carmen over his shoulder. She shrilled as he smacked her ass and carried her to his bedroom. Our husbands wanted us to stay for breakfast, but we needed to get on the road. Our goal was to arrive in Kansas City in eight hours.
Brandon cornered Zoey at the breakfast bar. They whispered. We sat on the sofa pretending not to stare.
Zoey caressed his face, then threaded her fingers through his dark hair. They were a beautiful couple. His head fell against hers. I read his lips. “We’ll get through this.”
Shit, get through what?
He tugged her closer by her waist and devoured her lips. I tapped Sydney’s thigh. “Look,” I muttered.
Zoey’s fingers swept along his neck.
I squinted. “Is he going to fuck her right in front of us?”
Sierra brushed her nape. “I hope not. They need to go to their room.”
“Brandon Zoey.” Samantha raised her hand.
“We’ll give you guys extra time. You know circle back and pick up you and Carmen.”
An awkward smile crept along her lips. Zoey gripped Brandon’s hand. “Ok, see you guys soon.”
He released her hand and scooped her up into his big, strong arms. Brandon’s eyes were steady on Zoey as he whisked her away.
∞
Sierra rolled to a stop in front of the condo.
There was a knock at the door. Must’ve been Zoey and Carmen.
Sydney swung the door open. Sebastian and Jacob climbed aboard.
“Jacob and I are the only guys who hadn’t stepped foot on the luxury coach. We’d only seen pictures online.” He pulled Sydney into his arms.
Jacob removed his sunglasses and baseball cap. I couldn’t imagine never leaving the house without a disguise. Unless you wanted fans to mob you. A Hollywood movie star stood in my midst. He wore a navy blazer, yellow T-shirt, jeans, and loafers. The fidgeting started. Clenched hands firm between my thighs, I witnessed the intense stare down between Jacob and Samantha who sat across the table.
Still hard to believe they were married. Not sure why. Samantha always seemed on edge. Why? Tonight, I’d ask over dinner.
He squatted before her, caressing her thigh. My jaw slacked. I felt my eyes growing in size. Shit, I probably appeared creepy. But it was like watching a TV show playing out in real time.
“Why are you upset now?”
Her head tilted to one side. “You know why. I told you I wasn’t having sex with you. And you threatened to tie me to the bed.”
He flashed that cocky grin I’d seen on Demons Within too many times. Oh, my God.
“Is this how you want to play it?”
Samantha’s arms crossed her chest, and she shrugged.
He sat his hat and sunglasses on the table. “Sam, you want your friends to believe I fucked you without your permission?”
My cheeks warmed. Not sure why I felt embarrassed about their sex life. Maybe it was because he’s Jacob Latters.
“Baby, if you’re sharing with your friends what happened last night. Tell the truth. I didn’t tie you to the bed. Fuck you─ yes. There wasn’t a need to tie you up. Make sure you tell them you threatened to cut my pretty face if I stopped fucking you. Your words, not mine.”
The girls snickered behind me. I slapped my hand over my mouth and snorted.
“I don’t care about the embarrassment. They’re family.”
Awe.
“Be sure to tell them the entire story on your way to Kansas City.”
“They know.” Samantha sighed.
He slipped a crinkly stray hair up into her ponytail.
Gush. We had the best husbands.
She looked a hot mess. Hell, we all did. Jacob didn’t seem to care.
He sat on his knees, pulling her ass to the edge of the seat. His big hands caressed her bottom. Samantha’s cheeks flushed.
She stared into his green eyes. “I told them you hung up the phone on me when I said I was ready to have a baby.”
He slipped his fingers through his perfect brown hair and stared into his wife’s brown eyes. “Maybe you need to fly with us to Kansas City. It’s clear we need to talk. I don’t want you to travel upset.”
“No, that’s unnecessary.” She gripped his gruff face. Her lips fell upon his. Jacob’s eyes closed. A moan released from his throat as he deepened their kiss.
Swoon.
Samantha released his lips. I think she forgot we were staring. Yeah, I said it. Our eyes were glued to our beautiful friends.
“I love you.”
A boyish grin appeared on his handsome face.
“I know you do. Woman, you keep me on my toes. I love you with all my heart, Samantha.”
“Awe. How sweet,” echoed around the bus.
Jacob stood, pulling Samantha with him. “Show me around.”
He gripped her hips and led her toward the bedroom.
“Hey,” Sydney shouted.
“No fucking on this coach.” She stalked toward them. Sebastian wrapped his arm around her waist.
We laughed.
“Baby, he’s not about to have sex with his wife. You guys are leaving soon.” He arched a brow at Jacob.
“Dude, no. I’ll wait until Thursday.”
“What?” Sebastian inched forward.
“You mean Friday.”
Jacob chuckled. “Yeah, Friday.” He winked.
The side door opened.
“I come bearing gifts,” Dominic joked.
Sierra rested her arm on the steering wheel, glaring at Dom.
He stepped on the bus and held Carmen’s hand in the air. “Carmen Magarelli.”
She spun, giggling.
A devilish grin swept across his lips. “Thank you for your patience ladies. I think I’m good for the rest of the trip.”
“You better be, Dominic,” Nadine snapped.
The door swung open again. Zoey climbed inside, Brandon on her heels. Before you knew it all of our husbands entered the bus. Holding conversations amongst themselves, the guys pointed and marveled the features around the coach.
Marco grabbed my hand. I hugged his muscled torso, before turning in his arms, facing Brandon and Zoey.
“Next year we should charter two coaches and take a two-week vacation together.”
“Marco sounds like a plan.”
Brandon clutched Zoey in his arms. “What do you think, baby?”
She peeked at me. “Sounds good.”
“I love the idea. But are you guys willing to travel with pregnant women?”
Dillon chuckled; arm hooked around Sierra’s neck. “That’s a no for me.”
“Wait who said I’d be pregnant? Or any of us?” Her brows wrinkled as she peeked at him.
“Everyone knows after this trip eighty to ninety percent of you ladies will be pregnant.”
She rolled her eyes at Dillon.
I clapped my hands. “As much as we don’t want to leave our awesome husbands who aren’t supposed to be here right now...” My brow rose.
Grumbling sounded around the bus.
“...we need to get a move on.”
I turned back to Marco, stood on my tip toes, and pressed my lips against his. He held me in his warm embrace. A part of me wished they didn’t have to leave. But this was a girls’ trip. We needed to be stronger for the rest of the trip.
The guys filed out of the bus. Cruise and Jasper walked inside and loaded the fridge with beverages. And the cabinets with snacks.
“Thanks guys,” we sang.
“No problem.” Cruise smiled. “Drive safe.”
Jasper nodded. “Try not to kill anyone before we arrive.”
We threw our heads back in laughter.
Sydney shrugged. “We’ll try.”
NADINE
MOB WIFE
BEING THE DOMINATING man, my husband was, I remembered he knocked twice, then opened the door.
“Come in.” I arched a brow, staring at him through the mirror.
His fingers squeezed my shoulders, r
elieving some of the pressure I felt from last night. My eyes closed, and I dropped my head against his chest.
“You wouldn’t look at me last night. Said we needed to wait until Friday.”
Oh, shit.
“Tony, we have everything under control. Don’t follow us.”
My eyes popped open. “Tony─”
His eyes darkened and his hand slid around my neck. “I don’t want to fucking hear it,” he bit out.
He pressed my face against the marble countertop.
“I’m no longer obligated to serve my cousin Dillon Magarelli.”
Tony snatched my shorts and panties down my legs. They fell to the floor. A cold breeze swept over my ass.
“You Nadine are my first priority. I know you hate I left you.”
The warm tears smacked the counter.
“There’s no way I can make up for that. But I won’t stop trying. Open your legs.”
I widened my stance. His large fingers circled my pussy.
“Who was I in love with when I didn’t believe in love?” he growled in my ear.
I sniffled not saying a word.
The mushroom head of his cock slammed deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled into my head.
“Wrong answer.” Still pinning me to the counter, he gripped my hip with his free hand and pounded into me.
“I’m listening.”
“You Tony. You were always in love with...me,” I moaned as he thrust into me just right.
Tony released my neck. “You’re my wife. I fucking made you my wife,” he roared.
He peeled off his shirt, then tore mine over my head, flinging it to the floor. Holding my waist, he plowed into me again and again. The motion sent shock waves of pleasure through my body.
“Baby, I love you,” I cried as my orgasm ripped through me.
Tony slid out of my pussy. I was still dripping wet for him as he turned me around and sat my ass on the counter.
Staring through me, he gripped my chin. “Keep your legs spread. What’s the matter, Kitten?”
Tony slammed inside my gushing pussy as he devoured my lips.
“Fuck, Kitten. This is the only pussy I want. You understand that right?”
My brows lowered.
“Nadine, don’t shut down.”
He stroked faster.
“Shit, Tony.” My lips parted as I held his muscled arms.
