Grace Anne (25 page)

He pulled her back into his arms. “I
love you, Grace. More than ever, I love you. Please tell me that you love me
too.”

She was quiet for a few minutes. She
pulled back this time and looked up at him before she leaned in and kissed him.
The touch of her mouth against his was soft and hungry at the same time, warm
and sensual too. When she slid her tongue along the seam of his mouth, he
opened under her gentle assault.

Turning her in his lap, she straddled
him. Cupping her ass, he pulled her to his cock and moaned when she arched her
back, seemingly offering him her breast. Taking one of them into his mouth
Michael nipped hard and ran his hands up and under the short skirt of the dress
she had on. Encountering her warm, bare flesh nearly had him tossing her onto
the desk and taking her. Instead, he lifted her as he stood. Striding toward
the conference table, he laid her over it as he stepped back.

“I need to be inside of you now. Then
I want to take you home with me and make love to you—fuck.” He rubbed his hands
up her thighs as he remembered he didn’t have a house anymore.

“Michael? What is it?” She sat up
and stared at him through her hooded eyes. “Do you want me to go home?”

“No. Christ, no. I don’t have a
house. I sold it. Well, Trace and I sold it. And it’s too far to take you to
the one I just bought.” He tried to think, but she kept distracting him. “Baby,
you keep that up and I won’t be able to think at all.”

She opened her legs wider then ran
her foot up his cock. Back and forth she went until he had to lean on the table
and hold on. She was slowly killing him. When she pulled the small top up and
over her breast, Michael’s cock jumped.

“Grace,” he moaned. “You’re going
to make me come if you keep this up. And I’m not sure how long I’m going to
last once I get you naked anyway.”

“Where’s your house, Michael? Why
is it so far away?” Her voice was a purr and he felt it as it moved over him
like a touch. “I suddenly find myself in need of your big bed.”

“I was coming…Christ, Grace, that
fucking feels good.” Her toes caressed him and he had to take several breaths
before he could continue. “I was coming to Ohio to live there with Trace. We
were going to wear you down until you took us back. Take off your panties for
me.”

He moaned when she reached down, pulled
her dress to her hips and over them, and ran her fingers over the top of her
mound. She was soaking wet. He could almost taste her honey and her scent was
making him wild with need.

Dropping to his knees, he buried
his nose in her heat. She moaned when he pulled her closer to the edge of the
table. He had to have a taste. And he wasn’t stopping until he had his fill.

“Marry me, Michael. Please?”

He looked up at her as she leaned
up on her elbows to watch him.

“Marry me and give me children.
Marry me so that I can be Trace’s mother. Please?”

He stood up and pulled her to him.
“We’re going to find the closest hotel I can find then I’m going to finish what
we started.”

He was out of the building
dragging her behind him when he realized he didn’t have a coat and no wallet.
He turned to stare down at her.

“I’m staying at the one just over
there. If we hurry, we can cross the street now and be in my room before anyone
knows you’re gone.”

Michael grinned at her suggestion.
He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He was nearly across the
street when the light changed, but no one beeped at them. When a cabbie opened
his door and stepped out of his taxi Michael wasn’t sure what to expect, but
his clapping wasn’t anywhere near what he had anticipated. Then one by one
everyone got out and started clapping until the first man started laughing.

“Can’t hold traffic up forever
young man. Take the pretty lady inside and make her happy.”

Michael laughed. “Yes, sir,” he
told him, and walked the rest of the way to the sidewalk. When he got there he
dropped her back onto her feet and much to the happiness of everyone watching,
he kissed her. “Grace, my dear, I accept.” He picked her up again and walked to
the door. “But we need to do this soon. I want to help you model the next
catalogue coming up and I want you large with my baby.”

~~~

Michael took her into his arms
when they reached the elevator. He was so hungry for her that he nearly took
her on the floor. If the door hadn’t opened when it did, he wasn’t sure he
might not have. She lead him down the hall and every few steps he would pull
her back to him and taste another part of her; breasts, neck, ears, it didn’t
matter. He had her now and he wasn’t letting her go. By the time they had her
door opened and inside he had his belt undone and she had managed to get his
top three buttons unbuttoned.

“Hurry,” she told him as she moved
against him. “Michael, I need for you to take me. Please, you have to hurry.”

It was as if a peace came over
him. He gentled his hands and held her to him. He was going to savor her, savor
what they were about to do. This woman meant the world to him and he wanted her
to know it right now. Pulling her from him, he looked down at her face. “I’m
going to make love to you. Slowly. And I’m going to go at my pace. I want to
make love to you to show you that I love you. Will you let me?” He knew that if
she begged him again he’d be done, but she only nodded her head. “Go to the
side of the bed. I want to undress you.”

She nodded again and did as he
asked. He could see the pulse pounding at her throat. He could feel her breath
on his face. She even smelled good, sexual need and her own special scent that
nearly sent him over the edge. He ran his fingers down her arm and smiled when
she shuddered.

“Michael, please don’t tease me. Please,
make love to me.”

He looked at her face as he
touched her. He grinned when she whimpered again. “Do you really want to have
children? I spoke to Trace about it. He’s very excited about having younger
siblings.” She moaned when he cupped her breast through her dress. “He seems to
think you have the coolest family ever.”

“He’s been calling Cain and
Alyssa. He even called—oh, Michael, please.” He leaned down and took her hard
nipple into his mouth. She swallowed twice before she spoke again. “Sin, he
called Sin to ask her where the best schools were.”

Dropping to his knees, he moved
his hands up and down her thighs. She put her hand on his head either to steady
her shaking legs or to try and guide him where she wanted him. Either way, he
was taking his time.

“I want you to marry me as soon as
possible. If you want to have a big wedding later; in fact, I’m sure between
our two families they’ll insist on it; but you’re going to be my wife before
then.” He lifted the skirt up to her panties. “I’m going to drink from you, love.
Taste you until you come in my mouth.”

“Please,” she begged him. “I can’t
take much more of this, Michael. You’re killing me.”

Sliding her panties from her wet
sheath, he fit his finger inside of her. She shuddered against him, rocked hard
onto his hand. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He knew the moment she
started to come; her eyes fluttered closed and she trembled around him. Taking
her pussy into his mouth, Michael drank.

She was sweet and spicy, warm and
liquid. He moved his free hand to her ass and cupped her tighter to him. He
felt her wetness running down his chin; her body convulsed around him and his
cock leapt to take her. Reaching down to his fly, he undid his snap and eased
his zipper down over his aching cock. He could feel his own pre-cum as he
stroked it. When she came a third, then a fourth time, he gently laid her back
on the bed and stood.

“Christ, you’re beautiful. I could
easily spend my entire life looking at you.” His cock pulsed in his hand when
she licked her lips. “I’m going to strip down, then I want you to do the same.
Slowly, so that I can imagine what you’re going to take off next, what you’re
going to show me.”

Michael peeled off his pants and
his boxers at the same time. It wasn’t that he was trying to rush, but he was
afraid if he tried to remove them one at a time he’d killed himself. When he
stood before her naked he reached for his cock again and began to fist it. He
was very close to coming, but desperately wanted to be buried deep within her
first.

Telling her to stand, he pulled
her into his arms and kissed her. He did try to be gentle, but she tasted like
sex and he wanted a full meal. When he finally pulled back they were both
panting. He rocked into her softness.

“Michael, I know that you want to
take this slowly, but if you don’t take me now I’m going to resort to raping
you.” She reached for his cock and the simple brush of her hand nearly sent him
over the edge.

“Lie down. And don’t touch me. I
promise you, I’ll take you, but please let me do this my way.” She nodded, but
he wasn’t sure about the look in her eyes. “I love you.”

She laid down on the bed and he
crawled up her body. When he was holding himself over her he looked down into
her eyes. She looked hungry and he was ready to feed her.

He fisted his cock again and,
while he watched her face, slowly entered her. She was slick and hot, her
sheath tight and made for him. When he was nearly buried to the hilt, he
settled himself over her body and raised her hands above her head with his own.
She rocked up into him as he bore down into her welcoming heat.

“Michael, oh God, yes,” she
screamed as she came. Lacing his fingers with hers he rocked slowly, watching
her face for every nuance, every flicker of her lashes. Michael thought that he
loved her before, but when she looked up at him and screamed out his name again
and again he tumbled so far and so fast that he knew he’d found his home.

As she came again, he let himself
go, filled her with his seed. He continued to rock deep within her even after
he was spent. When he finally collapsed on top of her he closed his eyes and
rolled to his back, taking her with him.

He was nearly asleep when she said
his name. He stirred but didn’t move, answering her with a small sound. He
smiled when she spoke with a yawn in her voice.

“I’ve been off the pill since I
was taken. If this didn’t get me pregnant, would you mind much if we tried
again tomorrow, just to be sure?” She yawned again. “I think we should practice
this all the time.”

“Whatever you want, love. Whenever
you need me.”

Chapter 25

“I don’t care, just fucking make
it stop hurting. Damn it, you said that you’d help me when this time came. If
you think this is helping me, then you’re fucking off your rocker.”

Cain looked down at his sister
then over at her husband. He had to laugh. Poor Michael looked ready to run
from the room. He didn’t blame him, he was a little surprised by the venom in
Gracie’s voice too. He nearly said something to calm her when she grabbed his
arm.

“Damn it, Gracie, that hurt. I
told you that you needed to get her when the contractions started not when you
were almost ready to deliver. Now there isn’t any time for an epidural.” He
stepped back before she could touch him again. “You’ll be fine. Women have been
giving birth for centuries and—”

“I don’t give a good flying fuck
about anyone else right now. And I couldn’t leave earlier. Trace had a football
game tonight and I couldn’t miss it. His team is going—fuck that hurts.”
Michael paled again.

Cain looked at the monitor and
smiled. She was peaking every two minutes now. It wouldn’t be long before she’d
be able to push. He wondered what they were going to say when the baby was
born. Or babies, in this case. Cain thought about all the babies now that were
in his family.

Quinn and Drew had five children,
a set of triples and a set of twins. They decided that enough was enough and
five was the limit. He wondered how long that would last and thought by this
time in a couple of years, she’d be pregnant again.

Jazzie and Nathan had two. Both
single births and both boys. They were beautiful and every bit as rambunctious
as their mother. She took them with her on every book signing. She claimed they
were the reason her sales were through the roof. The movie was going to be
released in one week.

Lilliane and Shamus had one with
another on the way. Cain was happy for them both and when Shamus told him that
they were expecting again, he looked like he might have invented procreation. Cain
didn’t think Shamus’ feet had touched the floor since he’d found out. They
would soon have three after their own set of twins.

Sin and Payton had five children. They
had adopted another infant after Tonya had started walking and had been taking
in older children since. The last child, Charlie, had been a problem boy since
his mother had dropped him off at the police station one day and never
returned. He’d been with Sin and Payton for a little over a month and seemed to
be coming along just fine. Cain secretly thought he was afraid of Sin, but didn’t
blame him. Cain was a tad afraid of her himself.

He and Alyssa had three children. Connor
now had a pair of identical twin sisters. He loved them so much Alyssa had had
to put him in preschool twice a week so she could spend time with them. Connor
was very protective of his sisters.

And now Gracie Anne was having a
baby. He looked at the monitor again and realized that she was having
contractions about every minute.
Soon now
, he thought.
Soon.

“All right, Grace, let’s get this
show on the road,” Donald Paschal said. He was her doctor, as Cain couldn’t…well,
he didn’t want to deliver his own niece and nephew.

“What the hell do you think I’ve
been doing, dork-ass? Playing with myself?”

Michael burst out laughing and
earned a glare from his wife.