Leith and Mitch have pissed me off. “You’re both dicks for talking about her that way. I’d make you apologize but then she’d know what you said. That would only accomplish hurting her and I won’t do that.”
“Damn, Sin. Are you on your period or what?” The two of them are laughing at me.
“Fuck both of you.”
“Don’t get pissed off. We were just bullshitting.” Leith didn’t sound like he was bullshitting to me.
“Actually, I thought you were serious about Lorna sucking you off,” Mitch says.
Jamie looks as disgusted as I am by their immaturity. “You’re both arseholes.”
Greer comes by to check on us. “Anyone need anything?”
Leith glides his hand up the back of Greer’s thigh until it’s beneath her skirt. “Not right now but maybe later.”
“Just let me know. I’m here to serve you.”
Leith watches her arse sway as she walks away. I’m reminded of the way he did the same with Bleu when she worked for him. It pisses me off all over again remembering the way he once put his hands on my wife.
“Do you fuck all your barmaids?” Jamie asks.
“I do if I feel like it.”
He’s full of shite. I know for a fact that he doesn’t shag Lorna.
Jamie changes the subject. I’m grateful. I don’t want to hear Leith’s and Mitch’s bullshit anymore. “What’s going on at your place tonight?”
“Lainie is leaving in a few days. I secured a place for her with The Guild. I thought tonight would be a good time for the lasses to get together before she goes.”
“If my sister is involved, they’re painting their nails and talking about sex. Guarantee it.”
If so, they’re doing those things while drinking plenty of alcohol. “They’re probably steamin’. I left four bottles of wine for them.”
“There are four single women, three of whom I’m not related to, drinking lots of alcohol at my brother’s place. They’re talking about the sex they aren’t having but would like to. That’s where we need to be. Not here talking about who is or isn’t sucking Leith off.” That’s probably the brightest thing Mitch has said all night.
“Think Bleu will mind us crashing her party?” I suspect Jamie is eager to see Ellison again. It’s been a while.
My drinking companions are eager to see Bleu’s friends. I shouldn’t stand in the way of potential matches since that is part of my job as leader.
“I guess we can find out.”
One hour and many drinks later, I’m at home knocking on my own front door. The three numpties with me are drunk and looking for female companionship. I’m fairly certain they’ll be out of luck. I’m the only one who’ll find a playmate tonight.
Instead, make that a mate since very little playing has been going on for the last couple of months.
No answer at the door. “They probably can’t hear us if they’ve had all that wine I left for them.”
I beat on the door again.
“Why are you knocking?”
I have no idea. This is my flat. I should just walk in like I own the place. ’Cause I do.
I turn the knob but it’s locked. “I don’t have my keys.” I ring the bell. “You should know now I’m blaming all of you if Bleu gets pissed off about this.”
Ellison swings the door open and Bleu is standing beside her, gun in hand. “What the hell are you doing, Sin? Sounds like you’re trying to break down the door.”
“Sorry, Bonny. I forgot my keys.”
Ellison scans the crowd, her eyes stopping on Jamie. “What are y’all doing here? Crashing our party?”
“We hope to,” Jamie says.
She and Bleu turn, leaving the door open for us to come in.
“Look at that fit arse,” Leith whispers. “Those MacAllister sisters are well bred.”
“Shut up.” I punch Leith in the chest. “One of those MacAllister sisters is my wife. You’d be wise to remember that.”
“Never fear, mate. It isn’t possible for a one of us to forget that Bleu is your wife.”
We find the rest of the lasses in the living room doing mostly what we expected—painting nails and drinking wine.
Bleu points to the food. “Agnes made hors d’oeuvres. There’s plenty if anyone’s hungry.”
Mitch grabs a handful. “Men are always hungry. And horny.”
“We’ve drunk most of the wine already. Well, they have.” Bleu lifts her glass. “Sparkling white grape juice for me so I don’t liquor these babies up.”
“Aye. The twins.” I hear the sarcasm in Leith’s voice.
He holds up the full bottle of Ballantine’s he swiped from the pub. “We must make a toast for our fierce leader.”
Everyone but Bleu gets a huge shot of Scotch.
Leith lifts his glass, everyone mimicking his move. “To Sin, his beautiful wife, and their two babies on the way. May our leader’s life always be as perfect as it is today. May he always, as usual, get everything he wants.”
Those words coming from anyone else might be welcome, but not from Leith. He comes off sounding like a jackarse.
“Cheers.” Everyone turns the bottoms of their drinks up.
I meet Leith in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. “You know what, Sin? You’re incredible. You couldn’t even be average and give your wife one bairn. You had to show off and knock her up with two.”
I can’t take the credit for that. “Bleu’s pregnant with twins because we couldn’t conceive on our own. She had to undergo an in vitro procedure for us to have a baby. It wasn’t my prowess as a lover that got my wife pregnant with twins. Whoever was holding the petri dish did that.”
“Oh.”
“We were told we might not be able to have our own children if we didn’t do it now. It was scary as hell for a while. So you’re wrong about everything always being perfect for me.”
“I didn’t know.”
“It’s not something we were planning to advertise.”
“I’m glad it worked out for you.”
“Thank you. We’re very happy to be getting two since we weren’t sure we’d even get one.”
Leith gives me a half hug slap on the back. “Congratulations. You’ll be excellent parents. I mean that.”
My mates are steamin’ but the lasses are even further ahead. They started drinking hours ago and now they’ve added Scotch on top of their wine. They are going to feel like shite tomorrow.
“You look tired, Bonny.”
“I am. Would it be terribly rude to leave them and go to bed?”
“No. They’ve drunk a shit ton of liquor. They don’t care.”
Bleu gets up from the sofa. “Sorry, guys. I’m calling it a night. These babies steal all my energy. You guys stay up and drink as long as you like. Sterling can drive you home or you’re welcome to spend the night. You can figure out the sleeping arrangements as long as none of them include my bed.”
Bleu locks the door behind us. “Just in case. I don’t want any drunk wanderers finding their way into our bedroom.”
“Good idea.”
We finish our nightly rituals side by side in the bathroom and get into bed. “Want the lamp off or are you going to read?”
“You can leave it on.”
Over the last few weeks, we’ve gotten into a habit of reading when we go to bed. I admit that for me, it began as a form of distraction. I enjoy it but it’s a poor substitute for sex.
I still have a little buzz from the whisky but I take my book from the nightstand anyway and fall back into the story. Maybe that’s why I barely notice the bed dipping next to me. But Bleu pulling back the covers to kiss my stomach just above the band of my sleep pants while her hand caresses me through the thin fabric gains my attention.
I lower my book and peek over the top. “What’s going on down there?”
“If you don’t know, then it’s definitely been too long since we fooled around.” I won’t argue with that.
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�What kind of fooling around are you talking about?” We’re both very aware that penetration is off the table until further notice.
“Just a little something I want to do for you.” She pushes her hand down the front of my sleep pants. She grasps my cock firmly and glides her fist up and down the shaft. I’m not fully erect but getting there fast.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment. I imagine my dick sliding in and out of her body instead of her fist. It’s nowhere near as good but it’ll do.
“I want to make you come.”
Jerking yourself off is nothing like having your hot wife do it for you. “No worries. You are. Soon.”
She alternates between long, slow strokes and quick short ones. Just when I get into the rhythm of one motion, she changes the movement and inhibits my orgasm. It’s in-fucking-credible.
She’s added something new to the mix––rubbing my balls. She’s never massaged them this way before. “You like that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“No worries, Bonny. I’m definitely riding the feel-good train.”
“Want me to suck you off? I will.”
I was already feeling the early beginnings of my climax so hearing her ask that is almost enough to make me blow. “You have a dirty mouth tonight.”
“It could be dirtier.” She leans over and licks my shaft from base to tip before sucking the head into her mouth.
Dammit. I would love nothing more than to feel her mouth all over me but there’s no time. I tense, trying to hold back but it’s no use. This feel-good train is about to derail. “Ohh. Stop. Stop, Bleu. I’m about to come. Right now.”
And I do, barely a second after putting my hands on the sides of her face and pulling her mouth off my cock.
That was close. Another second and I think I would have gotten off in her mouth. “I’m sorry. I should have had you to stop sooner.” But it felt so damn good.
“One of these days I’m not going to quit when you tell me to.” I don’t want that and she needs to understand why.
I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re my wife. You’ll use this mouth to kiss our children. It’s not a receptacle for that.”
She kisses the pad of my finger. “I don’t like that other women have done pleasurable things for you that I haven’t. It bothers me.”
I’d like to tell her that no woman has ever been dear to my heart because she let me come in her mouth, but I’m certain that won’t go over well. “I set you apart because I hold you in a different regard than other women. You’re very special to me and this is one way I treat you as such.”
Bonny will never be just another woman to me. She’s my life. My love. My heart. My everything. Always.
Chapter 9
Bleu Breckenridge
It’s been five weeks since my threatened miscarriage. Dr. Kerr assures us the danger of losing the babies to what he calls a marginal abruption has passed. The placenta has grown over the tear as he predicted. Everything appears normal on ultrasound and growing right on schedule.
I’ve had weekly scans for more than a month so we’re watching our babies grow and develop from one week to the next. Without doubt, it is one of the most surreal moments of my life. “Oh my God. Look at that, Breck. They’ve grown so much.”
He’s glued to the screen. “It’s amazing how much they’ve changed in seven days. They look more like tiny humans instead of tadpoles.”
“Look at their tiny little hands and feet.” It’s unbelievable.
Sin gets up for a better look at the monitor. “Both look healthy?”
“Aye, from what I can tell. We should be able to determine their genders in a few weeks. Maybe not that long.”
We haven’t talked about finding out. “That seems really soon.”
“Ye’re slim so I’m able to see yer wee ones well.”
It seems like it would be so much more special to discover their genders in the delivery room when we meet them for the first time. “I’m not sure I want to know what they are. How do you feel about being surprised?”
“I assumed we would find out, so I haven’t considered the alternative,” Sin says.
“I think the element of surprise times two would be so much fun.”
“We have time to think it over.” I’m not sure Sin’s on board with me on this one.
“Dr. Kerr wants to see the results of the ultrasound before yer exam. I’ll dictate a report for him now and send it over as soon as possible so we can get ye out of here at a reasonable time. Leave yer bottoms off in case he needs to do a physical assessment.”
Ugh! I love coming to my appointments so I can see my babies but I hate the exam part. And I don’t think Sin is excited to see another man touch me that way, even if it is for medical reasons.
I slide up the exam table to get more comfortable while we wait.
“I think Dr. Grabby Hands enjoys seeing you without your knickers a little more than he should.”
“He has to check me to be sure everything is all right. It’s nothing more than a job to him. He probably gets tired of looking at vaginas all day. I’m sure once you’ve seen one, they probably all look alike.”
“I happen to think yours is pretty special.”
“It pleases me to know you have fond memories of it.”
“I’m really hoping Dr. Kerr tells us I can get reacquainted with it soon. Twelve weeks is a long time to be parted from my favorite playmate.”
“I think I’ve been highly accommodating.”
“Exceptionally so––and I’m damn appreciative of your generosity––but it’s not the same. I miss the connection we have when we make love.”
He’s right. We share so much more than a physical bond. “Me too. But at least you get to have an orgasm. I get nothing.”
“Don’t forget that anticipation is the best form of foreplay, Bonny.”
I think he enjoys saying that more than he should. “Says the husband who’s getting hand and blow jobs while his wife’s sexual frustration is escalating out of control.”
“You’re entering your fourth month. With any luck he’ll give us the go-ahead since everything has been back to normal for several weeks.”
“Fingers crossed.” I want off bed rest even more than I want sex, but I keep that little tidbit to myself.
Dr. Kerr comes into the exam room. “Mrs. Breckenridge. How are you this week?”
“Excellent. I feel wonderful.”
“Very good to hear. Nausea has subsided?”
“Haven’t had any in two weeks.”
“Good.” He pulls on exam gloves—I know what’s coming next. “Cold wet touch to your bottom and then some pressure.” It’s the same thing he says every week before checking me.
I lie on my back staring upward while Dr. Kerr does my pelvic exam. I distract myself by counting the ceiling tiles until Sin gains my attention by squeezing my hand. My grinning husband mouths, “Lucky bastard.”
I mouth back one simple word I’m certain he’ll understand. “Stop.”
He’s laughing at me. Again.
“Cervix is closed and thick as I would expect. No bleeding. Ultrasound is normal. I think you’re fine to return to your normal level of activity.”
He has no idea what my normal activities consist of or he wouldn’t say that.
“No more pelvic rest?”
“It’s fine to resume sexual activity.”
I’m embarrassed to ask but I do anyway. “With orgasms?” Please, please, please say yes.
“Aye. Orgasms are fine but you should avoid vigorous intercourse to be safe.”
Sin waggles his brows at me.
“I think we can schedule your next visit for two weeks since you’ve been complication-free.”
I’m waiting in line to schedule my next prenatal appointment when Sin leans over to whisper in my ear. “Linsey can manage without me. I’m going to have her clear the rest of my workday.”
“I want to spend the rest of the day reacquainting myself with you.”
“I’m not sure how much reacquainting we’ll get done. We have a houseguest and thin walls. You know neither of us do a great job being quiet.” I’d die a thousand deaths if Ellison heard us making up for lost time.
“Fuck it. We’ll get a room.”
“And room service. I’m starving.”
“Aye. You’ll need plenty of fuel for what we’re going to be doing.”
I watch the number above the elevator doors increase as the lift rises to our floor. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Three more to go. It’s too many when your husband pins your body against him while his hand roams downward to rub between your legs.
He’s fervent to say the least.
Warm breath moves over my ear. A tingle races down my spine and goosebumps erupt over my skin. I’m sure there’s a camera on us right now. All elevators have them. “We’re probably giving a thrill to whoever is watching the security footage.”
“Don’t give a fuck. The thrill I’m feeling is much more important to me right now.”
The doors open and we sprint toward our room. Sin is so anxious his first three attempts at unlocking the door are unsuccessful. “Son of a bitch. The keycard isn’t working.”
I hold out my hand and he places the card in my palm. I slide it in and pull it slower. Click. “Open sesame.”
“Fuck. That was sexy.”
All I did was open a door. “I put the keycard in the hole and pulled it out.”
“I know,” he growls while pulling me through the door toward the bed.
We shed our coats and go to work on all fabric barriers preventing our bodies from being bare against one another. He undresses himself while I do the same, his eyes never leaving my body. “Shite. I may come before you get naked.”
My eyes immediately drop to the crotch of his boxer briefs. He has a huge erection tenting his underwear with a wet spot covering the tip. “Don’t you dare.”
I undress faster. More than one stitch pops as I pull my dress over my head. Articles of clothing drop randomly to the floor with no regard for wrinkling.
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