Falling In (7 page)

“
This one isn’t a girl, Mama. I keep telling you, I planted a boy this time. Why don’t you believe me?”

“
Just because you had a talk with your dick before we fucked like animals that night does not mean I’m having a boy! This is going to be another girl and Lays is going to send over more pink fluffy shit. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even see that the girls would rather play in dirt than make-up.” I feel the contraction easing up and I laugh a little at the thought. “Maybe she should just start sending over dirt in pretty compacts so she feels like they at least enjoy her presents.”

Another contraction hits me hard and fast. I know something isn’t right. I feel the baby turn and I’m suddenly in excruciating pain. I scream out and Saint stands over me in a panic. “Oh, God, Michael, get the doctor, something's wrong. I feel wetness between my legs, and I don’t know if my water has broken or if it’s something worse.

I don’t remember much other than the pain. The next thing I know the doctor is in the room and barking at the nurses. More nurses pile in and then I see Carter. I fade in and out as I see Carter holding Saint back. Why is Saint crying? What’s happening?

Then I’m out.

“
If you don’t wake up and put your boob in this this baby’s mouth, I’m going to do it myself.”

I wake up feeling foggy and I see Lays beside my hospital bed, holding a newborn baby wrapped in blue.

“
Layla?” I say groggily, and look around for Saint.

“
He just went down the hall to get me some water. Chillax, girl. I had Carter wheel me in so I could hold your baby. Carter has the twins back in my room across the hall. He’s adorable, by the way. Who would have thought our kids would share a birthday? Thank God for emergency c-sections, am I right?”

“
A boy?” I ask, and push the button on the bed to sit up.

Layla leans over and places my son in my arms. Just as the tears of joy start to fall, Saint walks in the door. He hands Layla her water and comes to my side.

“
I already called and had them schedule my vasectomy. No way can I go through that shit again, Mama.” he says, and kisses me all over my face.

When he pulls back he looks down at our baby boy and then back at me, with the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. He was right and he knows it, but damn him if I’ll ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

“
We didn’t have a boy’s name picked out.” I say, while touching our son’s sweet face.

“
I’ve always liked Anthony, you know, like the saint.”

“
Perfect.”

I lean up and kiss my husband, my love, my world. Now I’ve got two saints to watch over me.

Approximately eight years later…

“
You gonna go over and take care of that situation or not?”

“
Chill, Carter. Just watch.”

Carter and I have all the kids on our own today. We decided to take them to the park and just let them run wild while our wives have the day to themselves.

Our eldest daughter, Erin, had been playing on the swings for a few minutes before another kid tried to push her off. I want to see how this situation plays out before I step in. If I know my girl the way I think I do, this won’t take long.

I see the kid go over three times and try to push her off the swing. Each time, Erin stops and calmly asks him to wait his turn. The fourth time the kid tries to knock her off, I see the switch flip. My mini-mama comes to life. Erin stops the swing, gets off, and walks up to the kid.

“
Oh, shit,” I say, and then it happens. Erin pulls back and lays a punch right on the kid’s mouth. He didn’t even see it coming.

“
Looks like you get to go have a kid-parent conference,” Carter says, motioning to the crying kid as he runs to his mom.

I sigh and shake my head. “Not the first time and I have a suspicious feeling it won’t be the last.”

Some time later...

“
Mama, if you don’t get your pretty ass in this house and change out of that skirt, I am going to lose my shit.”

“
Language!”

“
Let the neighbors hear it. I don’t give a fuck.”

“
Jesus, Saint! Today is my fortieth birthday. Let it go.”

“
I don’t care if it is your birthday. You don’t get to show that much skin.”

Jeanette slowly walks over and pats me on the side of my face. She gives me the look she gives the kids when they’re being ridiculous. I don’t like this look one fucking bit.

“
The kids are with Lays and Carter for the night. Don’t ruin my fun.” With that statement, she turns around and struts her micro-skirt out to the truck and opens the driver door. She looks at me over her shoulder, and with a long, exaggerated wink, slowly gets in the truck, revealing she isn’t wearing any panties.

My jaw drops but she doesn’t miss a beat. She cranks up the truck and puts it in reverse, pulling out of the driveway before I even have a split second to react.

“
Motherfucker. She did
not
just leave.”

She did.

I look around like I can’t believe what I’m seeing. After a second I snap out of my shock and go into the house, grab the keys to my motorcycle, and run out the door. Oh, she’s just begging for it tonight.

Anthony and Mary… their 21st birthday

“
Please, Tony, I’ve been patient, I can’t wait anymore.”

“
I told you, princess. When you agree to be my wife I’ll give you the real thing.”

I slide against her folds but don’t enter her. This is what we do every time we have more than thirty seconds alone. I pull my cock out, she pulls her panties to the side and we mimic fucking. I won’t take her virginity—our virginities—until she agrees to be my wife, and damn if she isn’t the most stubborn woman on the planet.

“
Tony, it’s my birthday, please,” she whines, but I just smile.

“
You forget it’s my birthday too, princess.” I smile and keep sliding against her. I know she wants to cum, and she’s so close, but I’ve got the patience of a saint and I intend to use it to my advantage.

“
I told you I would three years ago!”

“
But you wouldn’t let me tell your dad, so it didn’t count. I want you to agree to be my wife, wear my ring, and tell the world. I’m not keeping it secret. I’m not ashamed of you or of us, or afraid of what your parents will think.”

Mary moans and grinds down harder on me. “I’m not ashamed; I just don’t want my dad thinking we have sex. Can you imagine?”

I stop my movements and look down at her. Her bright, beautiful red hair, perfect skin, and curves that make my teeth sweat. She’s mine, always has been, and always will be. She just needs a little motivation to agree with me.

“
Do you love me, princess?”

“
You know I do,” she says, and a blush creeps across her cheeks.

I lean down and suck her nipple hard, and then let it out with a pop. She moans and tries to work her wet pussy against me again. I grab her hips to stop her movement and I make her look at me.

“
You’re going to be my wife, Mary,” I say, and look sternly into her eyes. She looks up at me seriously and touches my face. She slowly nods at me and whispers, “yes”.

“
Tomorrow, you’re going to put on my ring and we’re going to tell your parents, aren’t we?”

She slowly nods again and she whispers, “Yes.”

“
Good. It’s about goddamn time,” I say, and attack her mouth.

God help me, I’m going to have to tell Carter I’m marrying his daughter. Well, at least I get to make love to her before he murders me

Sneak Peek of

VIRGIN DUET

Rage bubbled inside me as I looked at the imposing double doors of his office. They reached all the way to the high ceiling, and looked like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On the other side was an arrogant asshole. If you pushed the doors open he would probably be sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess he’s king of this building. He owns it after all. Mr. Vanilla as I like to call him, just to piss him off. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for my quick termination today.

No way was I going back to the shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the pay-by-the-week hotel my older brother and I were staying at. We'd been there for the past few months. Anything beat staying at the shelter, but even one week without a job will force me back.

“
Is that asshole boss of yours in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at her desk in front of those doors.

Jerking her head up, she looks at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a perfect little assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses, and a low-cut blouse. Very low-cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.

I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde might be a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye seems to make my eyes appear purpler than they really are. I can see her long legs under her desk with shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stood up, I’m sure she would tower over my five three height. My black military-style lace-up boots give me no extra height. She’s thin and I can tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.

“
I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am, after all, half naked. I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants and my boots. No way was I letting that dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for my uniform, and I have no plans of ever seeing his face again. He had the balls, after firing me, to suggest I drop to my knees and he would pay me for other services if I needed the money so bad. When I started to unbutton my top the little fucker thought he was getting what he wanted. All he really got was my shirt and apron thrown at him. And a black eye. I can still feel the light sting on my knuckles from the punch. Oh, yeah, his eye was going to be a nice black and purple come morning. Growing up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean punch.

Seeing that my time has now become limited, I walk past her and push open both doors.

“
Cindy I told you—” his words cut off when he looks up and sees me. Jaw clenching, nose flaring as he takes in my attire, or lack thereof. Today, like every day, he’s wearing a three-piece suit, which is the same grey as his eyes. He’s always so neatly put together. Even his stupid handsome face is all straight, perfect lines. Every time he would come into the coffee shop I wanted to mess him up. I always wanted to run my fingers through his hair and give him that freshly fucked look. I thought about rubbing my lips across his neck, leaving a smudge of my lip gloss there so he didn’t look so perfect. The first time he came in, he gave me a half smile and ordered a plain black coffee. No cream or sugar. Not even a flavor. Seems that’s how he likes everything. Every day he would come in and get his coffee and engage me in a little bit of conversation. I looked forward to seeing him. He was different than the other suits. Most either treated me like I could be a quick fuck for them or gave me a look of distaste.