Somebody's Wife: The Jackson Brothers, Book 3 (4 page)

Incapable of doing anything else, Mitch palmed himself, stroking his damn near painful erection through his boxers. His feet carried him forward so he could see better over the brass rails at the bottom of the bed, close enough to see the glow on her cheeks, her tightly closed eyelids, her lashes fanning her cheeks. Close enough to hear the soft puffs of air from her lips and see the moisture coating her inner thighs as she rode the thing hard. Her gorgeous breasts danced, her belly flexed. She panted, with soft sighs and louder moans, then she chanted. “Oh, oh, oh.” Over and over.

His wife cried out, long, low, a musical sound. Her body stiffened a moment, then shuddered and finally she dropped bonelessly back against the bed, her hands flopping to her sides, the vibrator still buried deep inside her, only its white base visible now.

“Oh....my...God.” Her words were just a whisper on the warm summer air while outside, someone started a lawn mower.

Then she raised her head, saw him, and shrieked.

The scream galvanizing him, he jumped on the bed and slammed his hand over her mouth.

She stared, her pupils dilated to the size of stoplights.

Then Mitch reached between her legs and tugged on the vibrator, pulling it out gently, then sliding it back in as deep as it would go. Somewhere along the way, she’d turned off the hum. He found the little switch and flipped it back on. She jerked, tried to wriggle away, but he took his hand from her mouth to hold her down her on the bed.

“Let me do it, baby, please.”

“Mitch. What are you doing here?”

“Watching you do yourself, baby. Christ, I almost came in my shorts. Where’d you get this thing? Spread your legs. I want to make you come with it this time.” He didn’t give her time to answer, leaning down to take one of her luscious nipples in his mouth, sucking, then biting lightly.

She arched, pulled up her legs, and her knees fell apart. Her pussy glistened around the vibrator as he pumped. She was so damn wet, he had to have a taste. Curling across her abdomen, he put a hand beneath her butt to support her, then dipped his tongue to the sweetness between her legs. Her clit was a hard jewel, the scent of her excitement swirling around his head.

Christ. He’d never seen such a damn beautiful sight. Her hot pink clit, the neon purple cock, her sweet-tasting juices.

She slid her fingers beneath his shirt and stroked his back. “Put it on rotate, too,” she murmured.

He didn’t get it at first, then saw the machine’s buttons and flipped the second switch.

She started to hum louder than the vibrator. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Make me come.”

“You want it hard or slow?”

“Suck me hard and fuck me hard, honey. Ohhh.” She ended on an exhalation as he followed her instructions to the letter.

She wasn’t one to use dirty language, but her use of it now sent a hot shot straight to his cock. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he teased, backing off to tongue her, all the while driving the purple people eater deep, deeper, deepest. She bucked against his ribs, dug her fingers into his back, and started that sweet chant once more.

“Oh, Mitch.” Her pelvis rose, grinding against his mouth, begging for more tongue, more teeth, more of that vibration hitting her from the inside out.

Mitch gave his wife every caress, every stroke she desired. His cock close to bursting, his insides aching, he fed her need, drove her higher, until she crashed on the other side.

She screamed. No namby-pamby gentle cry, she opened her mouth and yelled his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear had it not been for the wail of the lawn mower.

Then she collapsed and lay motionless beneath him. With one last pump of the vibrator and an answering shudder of her body, he pulled it out, switched it off, and tossed it to the bottom of the bed. His heart still pounded in his chest, and his balls pulsed with his own unrequited need. He turned, pulling her down off the pillows. “Suck me, baby, please. Suck me off.”

He wanted her mouth on him, her moist, warm mouth, clever lips, and exquisite tongue.

She looked at him through sleepy, satisfied, heavy-lidded eyes. Then she snapped the elastic band of his boxers. “Get these things off.”

He rolled off the bed, yanked his shorts to his feet, then kicked them aside.

“Mitch, you’re as purple as the vibrator.”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna die in a minute, so get busy, woman.”

She slid to her knees on the carpet and wrapped her hand around his aching cock. Squeezing tight, she stroked him with her fist. “Mitch, I think it’s bigger than usual.”

“Hell, yes, I’m so horny I think I’m gonna faint. Please, Connie. Please, baby.”

She licked his slit, then looked up at him. “You’re salty.”

“You’re playing with me. Suck it, baby.”

“You want to come in my mouth?”

He wanted to touch the back of her throat. He wanted to reach the sky. He wanted to shoot in her and have her suck every last drop until she’d drained him.

“Yeah, baby. In your mouth.”

She swallowed him whole, one long swoop of her lips down his length. And he did shoot to the sky, his head falling back as if he’d lost his spine. He’d do anything for her, love her, make love to her, crawl around after her on his knees.

She grabbed his hips as he shoved his hands into her hair, holding her face, feeding her his essence, his being, his everything. God, how he’d missed this. How he’d missed
her
. The sweet scent of her rising to him, the warmth of her mouth, the gentle yet inexorable pressure of her lips.

“God. Oh God, you’re so good.” Then he held her tight, pumped in her mouth, and lost himself inside her.

She nursed him like fine champagne as he came back down, stroking light fingers over his butt, licking the last drop of come from his tip. His hands were hopelessly tangled in her hair.

“I haven’t come in your mouth since we were married.”

She let him loose with a soft plop. He was still semi-erect. Connie nuzzled his hip. “You could come inside me.”

But there was something illicit and enticing about having her swallow for him. He dropped to his knees.

“Kiss me.”

“But I just—”

“I don’t care. Kiss me.” He wanted to claim. He’d taken part of her, she’d taken part of him, and he wanted to share it.

She opened her mouth and kissed him, sucking his tongue as hard and deep as she’d sucked his cock. Their separate tastes mingled and coalesced into something completely new and unique.

He didn’t know how he’d stayed away from her for over two months. It seemed incomprehensible now. He rolled to his hip, hiked her up against his side and leaned back against the bed.

“So, you never told me you got a vibrator. How long have you had it?” He wondered if she’d been using it in the afternoons for months, years. If she even needed him anymore.

“I got it today. And I was only testing it out just to make sure it worked.”

He laughed, outright, doubling over. “Yeah, right.”

Her skin glowed pink with embarrassment. “It’s true. I can show you the packaging. It’s in the bathroom.” She dipped her head to his shoulder. “I thought we could use it together.” After a moment, “Or you could watch me using it. I know sometimes you like me to do stuff to myself.”

The sight had sent him into the outer reaches of the universe. He still hadn’t completely returned. And he wouldn’t, for God’s sake, ask how much the thing cost. It was worth any price. Besides, she’d go ballistic again just like she had last night when he asked about the pills.

“I loved it, Connie. Especially when you didn’t know I was there.”

She looked up at him through her lashes. “How long were you watching?”

“A little while. What did I miss? How did you start?”

“Mitch.”

“Come on, tell me.” The thought of her describing it was making him hot all over again.

She pursed her lips.

He kissed the closed seam lightly. “Tell me, baby.”

She shrugged, put her head to his shoulder, then her murmur vibrated against his chest. “First I tested how wet I was with my fingers.”

“How wet?”

“Really, really wet.” Her voice dropped to a seductive note, then her nipples peaked, and he knew he had her. She was as into describing the scenario as he was.

“Then what did you do?”

“I put it on vibrate mode and stroked my clitoris.” She matched the remembered stroke with her fingers along her thigh, a tactile sensation to remind her.

“How did it feel?”

“I almost came right away. It was so different. You know, with it right in the same spot as long as I could hold it there.”

“Did you come?”

“Not then. I wanted to feel what it was like inside me.”

“So you spread your legs and shoved it up your pussy?” They weren’t big talkers during sex, and he suddenly realized what they’d been missing all these years. His cock was hard again. “Did it feel good pumping yourself with it?”

She snuggled against him, burrowing down, her fingertip caressing his nipple. “All right, I’m going to be perfectly honest here, honey.” She paused, continuing when he didn’t protest. “It was fantastic.”

He puffed out a breath of air. “Better than me?”

“Not better. Just...different. Intense, you know.”

“So you’re saying you don’t need me?”

She tweaked his nipple. “No, silly. I heard you come in.”

“You did not. I was quiet as a mouse.”

“Honey, you’re more like a water buffalo. Anyway, you’re interrupting. I heard you, and I was going to jump up and try to hide the evidence.” She tipped her head back and looked at him with sparkling eyes. “Then I thought about how it would feel if you walked in on me. It made me hot. Really hot. And wetter.” She shrugged. “So I put the vibrator back in, and I let you watch.” She breathed out a satisfied hum. “It was so much more extreme with you watching. I thought I was going to die.”

He cupped her face. “My God. I married an exhibitionist.”

“I am not.”

“And you said
fuck
, too.”

“I did not.”

“You begged me to fuck you with the vibrator.”

Connie never cursed, not that it was against her morals, but she always claimed she’d forget and use a bad word in front of the kids.

She nipped his shoulder. “I might have said it. I’ve never come like that in my life, Mitch. Never. Both times. And the rotate feature was really good, too.”

He considered whether all this was a good thing. Then he laid it on the line with a smile. “That session was way up there, baby. Waaaay up there. Close to our best.” He couldn’t think of another time that was better, not even the first time.

Christ, what a concept. Orgasmic intensity and no danger of pregnancy. He loved being inside her, he’d never give it up for all time. But what they’d done this afternoon might just be the answer to relieving his balls and his anxiety. Duty, bills, and babies didn’t have to stand in the way of great, hot sex.

Yeah. People got married and started thinking that sinking inside your wife’s body in your own bed anytime you wanted was heaven on earth. And it was. Hell, yes, it was. But it wasn’t the only way, and after ten years, maybe it lacked some of the excitement of the backseat of a car or lover’s lane or the lake late at night. Not to mention when he was driving.

He hadn’t felt this good in three years. Three long years. Life was looking up. Connie hadn’t mentioned having a baby once. Hell, life was damn near perfect.

Chapter Four

Connie floated in orgasmic nirvana. He’d called her baby. He hadn’t called her that during lovemaking in forever. She wanted him to say it again and again. Baby.

“Oh my God.” Her baby! She grabbed Mitch’s arm and twisted his wrist to look at his watch. “Rina.”

Mitch patted her bare bottom, then hoisted her up. “I’ll clean up in here while you get dressed.”

She gazed down at him. He wore his T-shirt, but his lower half was nude. He still had an erection. And she was still hot, ready to go at him again. She’d like nothing more than to climb onto his lap and ride him right there on the carpet.

“That was wonderful, Mitch. Thank you.” He’d wanted her. He’d loved it. He’d shouted when he came. All for her. Maybe it was pathetic, but she felt happy and sated and loved.

“My pleasure, baby.” He leaned across the bed and grabbed the vibrator. “Do I have to worry about you becoming addicted to this thing?”

She wasn’t the least embarrassed by what they’d done, though at first she’d pretended for his sake. But no, when she’d felt his eyes on her, when he took his penis in his hand, pumping as he watched on her the bed, nope, there wasn’t an embarrassed atom in her body. Tipping her head, she gave him what she hoped was a sexy little moue.

“I don’t know, honey. I’ll try to be good, but you just might walk in on me again accidentally.”

“I might have to come home early every day.”

Ooh, yes, please. “Why
are
you home early?”

He put a hand on the bed and pushed himself to his feet, then padded barefoot into the bathroom to run the vibrator under the tap. “We were clearing those stumps from yesterday, and we got done early.”

“I guess that was a lucky break.”

“Yeah.”

Lucky for both of them. More than lucky. Serendipitous. Maybe even prophetic.

Connie stepped into her panties and pulled her dress over her head. She ached in unfamiliar places, but her muscles felt languid, relaxed, mellow. She felt marvelous. In fact, life was marvelous. Mitch wanted her again. Everything was fixed. Pretty soon he’d be begging to give her another baby, and they’d all be one big happy family like they used to be.

* * * * *

“Mom, Tommy wants me to spend the night tomorrow night.”

“Mrs. Daigle didn’t say anything to me when she dropped you off this afternoon.”

Peter scooped his baseball cards off the coffee table and into the tin his grandma brought him from the Coca-Cola museum in Atlanta. “She said it was okay. You could call her, Mom.”

Connie glanced at Mitch over the rim of her coffee mug. Seated on the other end of the couch, he was looking at her, intently, his head slightly lowered, his eyes in shadows.