by POSEY PARKS
She cleared her throat. “Let’s get started. Follow me.”
I released her distraction device. Lakelyn hustled into a private room. “Have a seat on the bench.”
My eyes never left her.
“Close the door.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ll take measurements of your range of motion.”
The woman continued on with the appointment like I was just another patient.
“How are you doing? How do you feel?”
Standing before me she blinked a few times. “I’m always tired. The morning sickness is the worst. The doctor said it should subside soon. I’ve eaten pizza for dinner three nights in a row. I think this little person loves pepperoni.” A nervous chuckle released from her throat.
My heart raced in my chest. She’s really pregnant.
“We’ll go to your next appointment together.”
Her shoulders dropped.
“It’s just me and you, Lakelyn. Talk to me.”
I eased her shirt up, exposing her tiny baby bump. Leaning over, I pressed my lips against her soft brown skin. Lakelyn shuddered against my mouth.
“I’m sixteen weeks pregnant.”
Fanning my nose against her skin, I bit my lip. Sixteen weeks. What the fuck?
“Every summer I take a break from the birth control pills.”
“I remember.” Last summer I had two options. Pull out or wear a condom. Her pussy was so good, pulling out was a battle.
“Back in June, you came to the hotel. I didn’t expect to see you,” she breathed.
“You know what? No excuses. I should’ve told you the first and second time my monthly visitor barely came.”
“Lakelyn, I’m not mad that you're pregnant. I’m thrilled you’re having our child.” My gaze met hers.
“Really?” She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“Hell yeah. But I deserved to know the moment you knew.”
“The night of the award dinner I left and took a pregnancy test. I’d been in denial before that moment. Wrapping my mind around the other women carrying your baby...”
She shook her head. “That was a tough pill to swallow. In my heart, I know you didn’t sleep with them. I know you better than anyone. The other reason I kept the secret was because of my brother. I betrayed him.” She sighed and continued.
“My mom came to sit with me at the hospital. It felt so good to tell her I was pregnant, but I guess someone overheard our conversation and leaked the info to Messy Mandy. I was so embarrassed the second everyone read her blog.” Lakelyn held her head high.
“I planned to tell you about the baby. In my own time.”
“Lakelyn, don’t ever keep another secret from me.”
“I won’t.”
“Look at me.”
She stared at my lips for some reason. “Later this week, I’d like to show you something.”
“Ok.”
My lips melted against her belly again.
“You’re the only woman I ever wanted to make love to every night.”
Lakelyn fell into my lap and hugged me tight. I squeezed her thigh. Felt good holding her again.
“What happened on the field Sunday?” She caressed my bearded face.
“I saw you and Deacon arguing. And because of the distraction, the Seahawks defensive cornerback Barber hit me hard.”
She wrapped her arms around me again. “I’m happy you’re ok. I ran onto the field and sat at your side. Coach Evans said it was ok that I rode to the hospital with you.”
“I’ll be sure to thank him.” I held Lakelyn’s gaze before pulling her lips into mine. My cock strained against my jeans. Lakelyn moaned into my mouth. She hopped out of my arms.
“What are you doing?” My forehead creased.
“We can wait till later.”
“No, you can’t.”
She gripped her hair, pacing the floor. “We can’t risk injuring your shoulder even more.”
“Right after this appointment, we’re driving to your place. You’re packing a bag. I want you in my bed today, not tonight. I’m not waiting to fuck you any longer. I’ve waited months,” I growled.
I grabbed her hand. “Your brother will come around. Probably after we fight, but in due time.”
I pressed my lips against hers again.
“Lakelyn, I plan to fuck you senseless, despite having one less limb available.”
She laughed, then licked my lower lip. “I need to come all over your cock, so I guess I’m coming home with you.”
“And you’re never leaving.”
She smiled against my lips. “I’m never leaving.”
CHAPTER TEN
WYATT
Stretched across the golden-brown king-sized bed, my head rested on a sea of pillows. Lakelyn stood at the foot of the bed in our cream-colored master bedroom, wearing only her beautiful brown skin. My eyes combed every inch and curve on her body. She was the only woman I ever desired.
“The entire world knows you’re my woman.”
She placed her hands on her hips and arched a brow. “When did you make that announcement?”
“In the car on the way here.”
She nodded. “I thought you just told our friends.”
“Nope, I announced it on social media. I said my girlfriend Lakelyn Hurns (soon to be Lakelyn Oakley) and I are expecting our first child.”
“Couldn’t wait, huh?”
“I waited long enough. Come here, baby.”
My lioness crawled across the bed toward me. Her fingers trailed across the red stripe along the side of my black football pants. The biggest, cheesiest smile tugged at her lips. “I love when you wear your uniform for me.”
Her hand swept across my confined cock.
“Lakelyn baby, I’ll wear it for you every time.” I slid my finger across her lower pouty lip.
“You know what I want?”
“No.”
Her tongue traced between each ab as she held my gaze.
“First set my dick free. Then sit on my face.”
“If I set him free, I’ll be tempted to slide my pussy over your long, thick shaft.”
“Shit, Lakelyn, you’re killing me with those fuck me faces.
She moved closer and nipped at the tattooed lion’s face on my pec. Her attentiveness drove me insane. This woman adored my body. Truthfully, I worked out harder in the gym for her rather than my career. I looked forward to fucking her on the weight bench in my private gym. Lakelyn circled her pussy over my dick. Gripping her nape, I inhaled her pomegranate scented dark hair. I bought candles that mimicked that scent. Three candles burned around the room. I was surrounded by the smell of her.
“Get up here.”
Lakelyn sat up, straddling my chest. Her pussy juices coated my tanned abs.
She didn’t listen.
Biting my lower lip, I palmed her left breast. Her hand held mine. “I love the feel of your big, rough hands on me. The same hands that grip the football on the field.” She whimpered the harder I squeezed.
Her chin tilted toward the vaulted ceiling as she slipped her fingers along her folds. I leaned up, wincing as I released my cock.
Damn, shoulder throbbed. I didn’t give a shit about the pain. The need to please Lakelyn consumed me. I stroked my cock at the same time, sucking her nipple.
“Wyatt, don’t hurt yourself,” she breathed.
Her fingers massaged my scalp as I sucked her brown areola, drawing more of her flesh into my mouth.
“Wyatt?”
I peeked up at Lakelyn as I released her breast.
“I’m ready for my oral lashing now.”
A big grin took my bearded face. “Good, I’m ready to bring the pleasure.”
I sank into the pillows. Lakelyn carefully bypassed my wounded shoulder and hovered over my neck.
“Lakelyn, reach inside the compartments.” I pointed to the cushioned blocks above my head.
She gripped the leather hand
les. “When did you install these?” Her brows lowered.
“Relax, I installed them for us. You know who, came over the night I planned for us to use them.”
“Oh, the night I lounged in the closet.”
“Yeah. I have another surprise.”
She smiled. “Where is it?”
“I’ll show you soon.”
I gripped her ass cheek, positioning her over my mouth.
Her shoulder length hair that she mainly loved to keep in a ponytail dangled over her shoulders as she peered at me.
The second I sucked her clit, her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted.
Lakelyn circled her hips over my mouth, and I shoved my tongue into her tight, greedy hole.
She released one of the handles and ran her fingers through my dark strands.
“Oh, Wyatt. Tongue fuck me good,” she purred, throwing her head back.
I groaned against her pussy. Lakelyn’s thighs locked around my head. “Baby, fuck, it’s coming,” she yelled.
Feasting on her clit again, I watched Lakelyn’s face contort as she humped my mouth. Her sweet come poured down my throat.
Delirious and spent, her ass landed on my arm.
“Ah, fuck,” I gritted out.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, but I needed that orgasm.” “Lakelyn, it’s ok I plan to restrain you. No more hitting my arm.” I grabbed her shaky thigh and kissed behind her knee.
Lakelyn inched backwards, past my rock-hard cock. I didn’t bother wiping my wet face that smelled like her. It only fueled my hunger for my woman. On one hand, I stalked toward her, yanking her leg until I pinned her beneath me. “Telling me no. Or refusing to answer will gain you the ultimate spanking.”
Her breasts rose underneath me. Lakelyn lifted off the bed. Her nose brushed mine and her tongue darted across my lips. “I’ll take my spanking now.” A devilish smile crossed her lips.
I bit her top lip. “So fucking disobedient.”
A few minutes later, I had Lakelyn at my fucking mercy.
Sitting on my knees, holding my cock, I smiled, staring at her pussy on full display. Lakelyn laid flush against the bed. Her wrists and ankles were restrained in leather cuffs. The straps kept her arms secured and her legs spread eagle in the air.
I slipped the sling over my head.
Muffled sounds left her mouth.
“What did you say?” Hand near my ear, I turned my head to the side. “I couldn’t hear you with that ball gag in your mouth.”
She shook her head, eyes bulging.
“Lakelyn, I’m allowed to remove my arm from the sling up to three times a day to flex my elbow and fingers.” I wiggled my brows.
Hand held high; a scowl fell over my features. “You consistently defied me.” My heavy hand smacked her ass cheek with an upward motion.
Lakelyn cried out.
“I stayed away for months because of your rigorous school work. I’ve never stopped you from completing your homework. I just wanted to be close to you. Shit, even if you were in the next room. I would’ve been fine with that. You’ve defied me over and over again, Lakelyn. We can’t be together,” I mocked, followed by my heavy hand meeting her brown ass.
Whack.
“Then the icing on the cake...” I rubbed her red bottom.
“You hid my baby from me.”
My hand flew through the air, meeting her ass again. Whack. The smack hung in the air.
Lakelyn’s body shuddered in my wake as she came. I plunged into her tight pussy. Her walls hugged my dick so fucking good. I wasn’t done losing my shit. “How could you hide our little person who we made together? Don’t ever say you didn’t think I’d want a child with you. Honestly, I thought I knocked you up last year,” I flashed a devilish grin.
Her eyes widened. “Sorry, not sorry, baby. Like I said, it was just a matter of time before we started a family.”
She frowned, then bliss fell over her gorgeous face as I circled inside her.
“Come again, Lakelyn.” Holding her thigh, I stroked fast, then slow.
“Fuck, I love this pussy. This week while you and I are standing at the altar in Vegas, you will say I do.”
She glowered around the ball gag.
I didn’t give a shit. This woman was mine forever.
Leaning over her, deep in her pussy, I removed the ball gag, and the restraints. I needed to feel her arms and legs wrapped around me. Palming her face, I crushed her lips. “No more starving for my touch. You’ll have it every day.”
Bracing my good hand near her head, I slammed into her pussy. “Love you, baby.” My teeth and lips dragged along her neck.
I felt her smile against my face. “Wyatt, I love you and your big dick. Explode inside of me, now,” she breathed.
I dug my teeth into her shoulder as I stilled inside her. Our flush bodies shook as one.
I rolled over and pulled her into my arms. The shooting pain didn’t let up.
“I’ll grab your sling.”
“Nope, I’ll put it back on. I promise.” My hand massaged her belly.
“The wedding gift I plan to give you is a little unorthodox. But I know you’ll love it.” My lips melted against her temple.
“I can’t wait.”
**P**
“Where are we?” Lakelyn smiled, patting my navy tie that blocked her vision.
“You’ll see in one minute. Don’t peek.”
I opened the door to the sprawling industrial warehouse.
Fosco grabbed the door and entered behind me.
I peeked over my shoulder. “You don’t have to come in. We’ll be out momentarily.”
“Wyatt, it’s cool. I’m coming in.”
I nodded.
Throughout the week, Lakelyn’s horny ass asked to be fucked to sleep. In the morning, I woke up to her riding my cock. She said I didn’t have to do a thing. Talk about feeling used. But injured arm and all, I flipped her little ass over and fucked her back to sleep. I read an article that said during a pregnant woman’s first and second trimester they have a heightened libido. Lakelyn asked to be restrained tonight. I couldn’t wait.
After our nuptials in Vegas, we flew back to Atlanta.
Nickulas extended his arms in a welcoming gesture as Lakelyn and I stepped closer.
A devious smile spread across his face. “Wyatt, how are you feeling?”
I nodded to Donnie, who stood beside my cousin wearing the same menacing scowl.
“Despite the shooting pain in my shoulder I feel fantastic.”
He clapped his gloved hands. “I lost a shitload of money on you last week. Like I told you before, I never lost a bet when you played.”
“Sorry cousin.” I peeked at my wife dressed in black cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and black boots. She hated wearing anything other than pretty dresses and stilettos. But she wore comfy clothes for me this evening. My attire was similar to hers.
“My wife and her brother were in a worrisome, heated argument during the game. So unfortunately, I was distracted.
Muffled screams sounded from our left.
“Can I remove the blindfold?”
“Not yet, baby.”
“Congratulations on tying the knot.”
“Thank you.” I rubbed Lakelyn’s back.
“How was Vegas this morning?”
“Nice.”
“A friend of mine, Dominic Magarelli, has a beautiful casino and hotel on the strip. I’ll arrange your stay next time.”
“Sounds good.” I smiled.
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Great, I’ve been dying to show my wife her gift all week.”
Nick stood smiling in his wife beater, black slacks, boots, and a leather apron. “Fosco, remove his gag.”
My brows lowered. “I didn’t want him involved. He’s been my right hand over the years. But this is bigger than anything we’ve ever done.”
“Oh, you mean like the guy you beat up for your wife.”
M
y eyes slammed shut and my lips twisted.
She yanked off the blindfold and faced me. “Wyatt, what is he talking about?”
I peeked at Lakelyn. “Fosco assisted me on a light job. The Cornell guy pushed up on you too hard. I couldn’t have that.”
Her arms crossed her chest. “He pushed up on me all the time because I wouldn’t sleep with him, Wyatt,” she growled.
“Shit. Well, my intel couldn’t see what went on in your room. We did the best we could.”
More muffled screams sounded, catching her attention.
“Why is Johnny here?”
Of course, she knew who he was. I’d only complained about him since high school. She just didn’t know he was in charge of blowing up my life.
“Baby, we’ll get to him in a moment. I’d like you to meet my cousin, Nickulas Pitucco.”
He stepped over and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
“This man is obsessed with you.”
“I know.”
My lips fell upon her temple. Fucking right I’d do anything for this woman.
“Wait, before we get started. How did you know Fosco helped me that night?” I studied my cousin's face.
“He’s a soldier for the Pitucco family. My dad assigned him to you years ago. He’s the best of the best.”
Narrowing my eyes, I stared between the two. “What?”
Fosco was a big guy. Thick neck and thick brown eyebrows that stood out against his olive skin tone. He rarely smiled. Fosco was a forty-year-old man who could knock someone unconscious and not even wrinkle his suit. I witnessed it firsthand one night at a bar. Deacon and I got into an altercation with a few guys, and Fosco came through busting noses like it was a sport.
“Hey, you needed a bodyguard. We just so happen to train the best soldiers. Grand dad told dad to extend the protection to his sister’s side of the family. Doubt she knew he did it.”
I scratched my head.
“So Fosco has no problem getting his hands dirty. Probably misses torturing motherfuckers,” He snickered.
“Get suited up.” Nick pointed to a table to my right filled with surgical knives, a jump starter, various saws, a sledge hammer, leather aprons, gloves, booties, and bouffant scrub caps.
All the makings of a clean murder.