Authors: Aisha Brooks
Chapter 6: Ireland And Fantasies
They actually sent me to Ireland. With a new identity, enough money I was set for life thanks to my mom and the funds my dad made them give me from him before he went to jail.
I had a small house that was on a couple acres with a cute white picket little fence, and I just got a puppy. A bullmastiff. He'd grow to be a large, family protective dog. But we were going to need it.
Before I'd left the states, I guess those nights with John had left me pregnant. He spent a couple weeks getting me settled in, helping me find a house, but he had another assignment and left me. Then I found out I was pregnant.
I kept writing him all these letters. Telling him about the baby, how she moved, it was a girl. I'd just found out at my last doctor's appointment. How the dog was growing and how big he was now. That I missed him.
I realized when he was gone, how much I'd fallen in love with him in the time I'd spent with him. John wasn't even his real name and I wasn't sure how to contact him when he'd left. So instead I settled for all these letters I wrote him and kept in a box on my dresser in my room.
I'd been taking cooking classes, and my neighbor had helped me learn how to do laundry. After ruining two loads, she'd found me crying in the yard and had stopped to ask me if I was okay. I'd told her what happened and she'd happily spent an hour teaching me how. She even showed me how to hang it in the yard to dry to help it smell fresh.
The community I lived in had almost no crime, and everyone was for the most part kind to each other. I was a newcomer, but they didn't treat me like I didn't belong. No one asked me where the father was, which I appreciated.
But I kept having these dreams of John showing up on my front porch, sweeping me off my feet, and us getting married and living happily ever after. I guess a baby and a new life wasn't the worst thing I could have gotten out of the situation. I was alive. I was free. That's what I had wanted, and yet I wasn't happy because John was missing from the picture.
I wasn't supposed to call them back in the states unless my identity had been compromised and then I only had a number for my handler, who was a woman. It appeared like I'd never see John again, and it broke my heart a little bit.
Sitting on the front porch I filled out his letter, and then heard the dog barking. He jumped off the porch and ran to the end of the gate barking at someone who stood there.
Getting up to see who it was, I waddled more than I walked. When I saw John standing there, I froze, completely shocked to see him. He let himself inside the gate and the look on his face when he saw my pregnant belly was priceless. If I hadn't been so surprised to see him, I probably would have laughed.
“Sofie?” He whispered to me as he got closer and looked questioningly at my belly, then caught himself and called me by my new name. “Natalie?”
“Hi John,” I whispered and then laughed softly. “Or whatever your real name is.”
“Devon. Devon Kline. And I'm sorry it took so long for me to come back,” he told me and then pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I kissed him back, almost forgetting he'd been gone for so long.
“Why did it take you so long?” I asked him, realizing that I hadn't ever expected to see him again.
“I had to finish what I started, all the court dates, finishing up the paperwork. Giving you time to adjust to make sure you'd settle in without me before they'd let me go to find you. I'm here to stay, if you'll have me,” Jo-- No, Devon told me, looking almost lost as he put a hand on my belly with a look of awe on his face.
“It's yours you know,” I told him and he nodded at me, he never thought otherwise and I appreciated that. I was glad I didn't have to defend that or explain anything. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?”
“I wasn't sure I was going too,” he admitted and looked guilty. “But then I couldn't stop thinking about you. I missed you; no other women seemed as interesting as you. I mean how many women would attack a man in bunny slippers? I could go my whole life and that one memory will stick in my brain that leads up to a night of sex. Bunny slippers have a whole new meaning. You had them on the entire time we had sex.”
I laughed, I had forgotten that. What an odd detail for him to remember. “I felt like you broke my heart when you left and I never heard from you again.”
“I'm so sorry princess; I didn't mean to ignore you. If they'd have let me contact you I would have.” He touched my cheek gently and for the first time, him calling me princess had me sighing in relief instead of irritation.
It's amazing how separation makes what is really there between you two so glaringly obvious when you aren't there to smother it.
“I wrote you an entire box full of letters, I didn't think I'd ever be able to send them to you, but I guess you can have them now. I love you Jo-- Devon. I'm glad you are here, I hope this time it's for good because I don't know if I can handle watching you leave again and not come back,” I told him, feeling a little protective of myself... and my heart.
Devon hugged me tightly and then put his arm around my shoulders and walked me inside since it started to rain. It rained a lot in Ireland, but I was getting used to it. The dog rushed past both of us and almost knocked Devon down.
“He's allowed in the house?” Devon asked me, sounding a little surprised.
“Not only in the house, but he sleeps on the end of my bed too,” I told him grinning.
“I guess I'll find a way to live with that,” he told me and then took my hand. “I can't promise you that we won't fight, or have disagreements, I'm a controlling ass at times. I'm used to getting my way and I don't always communicate as well as I should when I should. But I promise to be faithful. I promise to protect you as best as I can and I'll live here with you, if that is what you want. Just say yes.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I asked him a little confused by his fast spiel of words.
“Yes, I guess I am,” he told me and grinned at me. “Say yes princess, put me out of my misery.”
Throwing my arms around his neck I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his neck. In the last few months I learned how to survive on my own and now I knew I didn't need him to take care of me, but I sure wouldn't mind letting him, if he really wanted too.
“Yes, I'll marry you, but your daughter and I are a packaged deal. And John. He's part of the package too,” I told him.
“It's a girl!?” he asked me grinning and nodded at me, and then his face froze and he looked confused. “Who's John?”
“Well, I sort of named the dog after you,” I told him and then laughed.
“Okay, John too,” he told me, and then started to ask me why I named the dog John. Kissing him, I pulled him upstairs to my bedroom. It had been too long, and I didn't want to talk anymore.
John howled in the hallway that night when he didn't get his normal spot on the bed. Devon finally let him in around two am and John jumped on the end of the bed and curled up, content.
“Blasted dog,” Devon muttered as he crawled back into bed with me.
“Now you know why he's named after your alter ego,” I whispered sleepily against his shoulder.
For once, my entire world felt okay. Everything was in place and while I knew the future could be messy, probably would get messy, for today, it was good.
I could live with good.
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Naomi Meets Carla
Chapter 2: Insecurities
Chapter 3: The Fateful Day at the Gym
Chapter 4: A Night With Ryan
Chapter 5: Pregnant!
Chapter 6: Avoiding the Problem
Chapter 7: Reunited
Chapter 1: Naomi Meets Carla
Naomi rushed out of the cab and into the gargantuan building that housed the offices of the law firm she worked at. She had left work only six hours ago and she was already back, but nobody found this unusual. Naomi hadn’t gotten herself to where she was by taking it easy, she had gotten here through unimaginable hard work and dedication.
Naomi’s inspiring story was well known in the law firm. Born in an extremely poor family, she had worked her way through college as well as law school until finally getting employed by the best firm in New York City within months of graduating, and she had done all of this despite all of the racism she had experienced just because she was black.
In the past four years that she had been working at the law firm, Naomi had soared to the rank of partner with ease, and most of the other lawyers at the firm were in awe of her unparalleled legal knowledge and her formidable presence in the courtroom.
Naomi rushed into her office where the paperwork from last night was still spread across her desk. She was working on a particularly difficult legal case that she was working on. A lot of people seemed to think that Naomi was a bit of a workaholic, because no one could remember the last time she ever went out and enjoyed herself.
One of the people that was concerned about Naomi’s workaholic tendencies was the woman that worked as her secretary, a Latina woman named Carla, who had just walked into Naomi’s office.
“Hey, Naomi!” said Carla brightly. Naomi looked up distractedly and said, “Hey Carla.”
“The guard at the front desk told me that you went home at three in the morning last night,” said Carla, “Yet you’re right back here at work at nine sharp as if it’s just a normal day!”
“Yeah well I just have so much work to do,” said Naomi, “I can’t just sleep all day, I have a job to do!”
“Sweetie,” said Carla, “When was the last time you went out and had some fun? You need it, you know, all work and no play is actually pretty bad for your health!”
“Go out and do what?” said Naomi, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
“Go out dancing!” said Carla, “Find yourself a man, you’re such a hot woman. Your ass is so curvy and perfect, and your tits! Pretty much every guy in here wants to get into your pants.”
“Why should I care?” said Naomi, still skeptical.
“Because, honey,” said Carla, “Every woman needs sex in her life, and if there are so many men willing to do it with you, why not take advantage of it? I hear Jeremy has a huge cock, Jenny was telling me! She said it was fucking enormous! Why not get some of that?”
“Pretty much all the men in the office are white,” said Naomi, “I’ve never had sex with a white man, I barely interacted with white men before I went to college because my area was almost completely black.”
“Try something new honey,” said Carla, “It’ll do you good. By the way, I came here to tell you that Sylvia is going to need three months off.”
“Three months!” Naomi exclaimed, “What on Earth for?”
“She’s pregnant,” said Carla, “Didn’t you know? She’s six months pregnant now!”
“Really?” said Naomi, “I can’t believe I haven’t noticed! Have I really been that busy that I didn’t notice that Sylvia is pregnant? I should go congratulate her and tell her she can take three months off in person.”
Naomi rushed out of her office and towards Sylvia’s cubicle. “Sylvia!” she said as she approached her co worker, “I’m so sorry, I wanted to come and tell that you can take the three months off. I had no idea you were pregnant!”
“It’s alright Naomi,” said Sylvia, “I understand. You’re so busy with your casework, you’ve barely been noticing anything lately!”
Naomi looked at Sylvia and was amazed. The woman looked absolutely beautiful, her cheeks were rosy, her breasts were perky and full, she looked ten times as beautiful as she looked on a normal day. Naomi realized that this was because she was pregnant. She had no idea that pregnancy could do this to a woman!
“Wow, Sylvia!” said Naomi, “You look gorgeous! I didn’t realize that becoming pregnant made a woman so beautiful!”
Sylvia’s face glowed as she smiled and said “Thank you so much Naomi! I guess pregnancy does make you glow a little. I especially love how firm my breasts have gotten, here feel them!”
She grabbed Naomi’s hands and placed them on both her breasts. “Wow,” said Naomi, squeezing Sylvia’s breasts, “They really are firm. They’ve gotten bigger too!”
“I know right? Anyway, I’m going to head home now that I’ve gotten the three months off. See you after the delivery!”