Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Then I’ll just strip right here.” She kicks off her shoes, lifts her shirt over her head, and pushes down her shorts, leaving her in a white lace bra, the sheer fabric showing the pebbling of her nipples. My mouth salivates at the thought of wrapping my lips around them, sucking on them until she’s aching between her legs.
“Keep going.” I lick my lower lip, enjoying the striptease my wife is giving me. I’m already thinking about the first place of many I’m going to have my way with here. I slowly walk towards her. She takes a step back, not that there’s a scared bone in Vanessa’s body.
“Are you going to have your wicked way with me, Mr. Hudson?” Her back is against the front door. I’m two steps away from her, lifting my shirt over my head. My shoes came off the second we walked through our home away from home.
“I am, Mrs. Hudson. Drop your arms.” The clasp at the back was popped open as we walked. To her two steps backwards, I take one forward. Vanessa does as I command. My hands work the button of my jeans, and I step out of them, watching as she takes in the length of my hard cock, the tip weeping with pre-cum.
“Parker.” My name comes out in a coo. I’m ready to rip the matching white lace panties from her body. Vanessa knows it, too, which is why the now see-through fabric that is glistening with her wetness is being pushed down with the tips of her fingers.
“Fuck, yeah. Look at you, ready and waiting for me. It’s like I didn’t wring two orgasms out of your body on the plane.” I take my last couple of steps until we’re flesh to flesh.
“It’s never enough, ever.” My hands go to her waist, and I pick her up. Her legs wrap around my hips, and soft deft fingers find the ends of my hair. My mouth touches hers, hard and fast, tongues meshing together, bodies arching. The wetness on the slit of her pussy glides along the underside of my cock.
“And it never will be.” I pull her up the tiniest bit before slamming her down on my cock completely. I’ve claimed her in every way possible. The next best thing is my child planted inside my wife, which will be happening soon.
Epilogue
NESSA
One Year Later
“Surprise!” I drop the test on Parker’s desk with the lid on, securing where you have to pee because, yeah, that wouldn’t be good to share with your husband, even if he’ll see a shit ton of body fluids in the coming months. I leverage myself up until my ass is planted, my nightgown sliding up my thighs. Parker has his reading glasses on, his eyes molten while he looks from me to the test.
Earlier this week, I woke up with my breasts sore. One day became two, then I went to look at my period tracker, and I was late. Never in a million years would I have thought this would happen so soon. I talked to Parker last month. We were finally settled. Taylor and Four Brothers merged, Dad retired, Mom stepped down from her role as president, and I took some of the reins. Though there was no way I could do it all. Newlyweds, trying for a baby, it’s why I didn’t take the position as president. This way, I can do some of each, still working as a nurse at the hospital two days a week, along with two days at the charity as well.
“You’re sure?” Parker closes out what he was working on and takes his glasses off.
“That’s one of ten. I’ve drunk enough water for an elephant, and I’ve been peeing on a stick or in a cup for close to two hours now.” I worked a weird shift, getting off at nearly midnight. Parker was waiting for me in the garage, standing next to his vehicle. Then, we came back home, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, including me going to the pharmacy in the hospital. When I woke up this morning, he was already out of bed, giving me time to take care of the tests, and now here we are.
“Ten? You took ten tests? Do you need me to buy stock in them next?” Parker moves his chair back, pushing the tests and papers out of the way. His hands reach for my hips after that’s out of his way. It takes little effort for him to move me until I’m sitting right in front of him.
“No, I don’t think we need stock in pregnancy tests, even if we have more than one kid, which we will.” I arch my eyebrow, already pregnant and planning to have several more.
“Fuck, Nessa.” There’s a reverence in his tone as he hitches up my nightgown, the robe slipping off my shoulders as I lift one leg, then the other. Parker groans in annoyance when he sees that I put on a pair of panties. The difference between my apartment and Parker’s, well, now, our place, is that it’s cold, especially in the mornings. This morning, I’m still exhausted, but my bladder had other ideas about sleeping in. We’ve yet to move out of the city. Call me crazy, but I love it here, how convenient it is to get to places on foot. The hospital isn’t that far away, our home isn’t far from Four Brothers either, and while my schedule has calmed down, Parker’s has not. He’s been at work more than he’s been home, meetings after meetings, coming home so irritable, the only way I know how to calm him down is through sex. On the rare occasion, it’s with us lying down on the couch, me running my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he decompresses, but for the most part, the second Parker is inside the house, he’s after me, and usually, my poor clothes take the brunt of him.