by Lynn Faye
He passed out, right there in front of the doctor. Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle at the man’s lack of stamina. However, when the doctor turned to him, he found himself feeling light headed.
“Mr. Broderick, please come with me.”
She led him to an area where he cleaned his arms and put on the required hospital scrubs. The moment he stepped into the delivery room, he was glad for his extensive training to remain calm in stressful situations. Still, his training as a Navy Seal could not prepare him for when he saw the baby’s head coming. Nausea assailed him, though he tried to keep his composure.
“Are you alright, Mr. Broderick?” the doctor asked.
“I’m fine,” he managed to squeeze out.
The next few minutes went lightning fast as Kristen screamed and held his hand like a vice. At exactly four fifty-five that morning, little Andrew relieved his mother of the pain.
A soft hand grabbing his brought him out of his reverie. Andrew was done with his bottle and ready to burp. Ethan lay him on his shoulder and caressed his back. Soon, a loud burp ensued. He rocked the baby for a while until he was certain he was asleep. Then he laid him back in his crib.
When he returned to the room, Kristen was sprawled on the bed with her head propped on one arm. She’d stripped naked and brushed her hair, perhaps also brushing her teeth. She hated kissing with morning mouth.
His cock pricked up just seeing her. He stared at her one moment, before hastening to the bathroom to also brush his teeth. When he returned, she was lying on her back with her index finger stuck in her flesh. Ethan moaned, hastily removing his robe and shorts before joining her.
“You are one naughty wife, I doubt Santa will visit this year,” he joked.
“I’ve got my own Santa right here,” she murmured, reaching for his already erect cock.
She pushed him over to lie on his back while she bent and brushed her lips against the tip of his shaft. Ethan groaned and gripped the back of her head. His dick pulsed when she licked the length of it, then took him in her warm mouth.
He pouched his hips forward, moving along with her smooth intake of him. When he felt the tip hit the back of her throat he almost lost it. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his release.
Smoothly, Kristen transitioned, positioning herself over him. His cock slid into her slippery flesh as she slid down his pole. She bent and kissed him and he took her nipples between his thumb and index finger.
There kissed deepened as tongues entwined and her hips began to move. He could hear her sigh against his lips and heat enveloped the both.
Two heartbeats collide as their bodies moved together as one. Ethan felt himself swell as ripples of pleasure soared through his body. Kristen trembled in his arms and he knew her time was near. The tempo increased as their pelvises crushed together, his cock sinking deeply into her abyss.
The explosion rocked him to the core, resonating through his entire body. Kristen arched her back, a shrill cry ripping from her. As the rapture tore through him, he roared like the king of his own jungle.
After a wrenching outburst, Kristen collapsed atop him, her breathing labored. He too tried to catch his breath. Briefly, he wondered how it was possible that each time they made love it got better.
Then without form or reason, he knew that it would always get better because he loved her. The words rolled off his tongue without him knowing it. “I love you,” he said, his voice husky, betraying his emotion. His heart swelled in the moment he spoke them. “I love you, Kristen Broderick,” he repeated three times. “I loved you ten years ago and I love you now.”
He heard Kristen intake her breath and her eyes bulged. They’d said the words to each other before, him while drugged and she while suffering amnesia.
Now that he said them again, he felt a sense of relief, his heart fluttered as he anticipated her response. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Those seconds were the longest he’d ever experienced until she pressed her lips to his.
Cupping his face, she deepened the kiss. Ethan embraced her tightly as their tongues entwined. He was getting hard again just from the kiss. Kristen began moving her hips again while nibbling his ear.
“You’re insatiable you know that?” she teased. “But I love you so much,” she said, her voice silky. “I loved you ten years ago and I love you now.”
THE END
Preview of “The Billionaire’s Fake Marriage”
Chapter 1
Lilli
“There’s a guy looking at your ass from that window.” Anna laughed as she pulled me back into the Uber. “You should give him a little show.”
Anna was the kind of friend that could convince anyone to do something crazy. She was fun, carefree, and wild beyond her years. I had only recently connected with her, but she had really spiced up my partying life.
“He’s probably already getting a pretty damn good show. I don’t have on any panties,” I said with a giggle.
For fun, I wiggled my ass back and forth while I continued to lean into the car window and talk to my girlfriends. My legs were wobbly from our evening of drinking and dancing, and I used the time to gather my focus before I had to walk into my house.
“Oh, you’re naughty. Let’s give him a real show,” Anna said as she jumped out of the vehicle and wrapped her arms around me to give me a giant hug.
I had lost my balance as she swung the door open and was barely standing when she wrapped her arms around me. Anna was shorter than me, but she still managed to lift me off the ground. Her arms stayed locked around my waist, and my skirt pressed up toward the crest of my ass. I glanced up at the window as she spun me around and saw my handsome neighbor standing shirtless in his bedroom, watching us. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he looked down at our silly group of girls making so much noise after our night of partying on a weeknight.
He wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was watching us. The light in his bedroom was on, and the curtains were wide open as he stood there with a mischievous smirk on his face. I’d only been back home for a couple of weeks, but a handsome neighbor was certainly one of the perks of being back under my parents’ roof. He was mysterious and much better looking than any of the men I normally hung out with. I estimated he was a few years older than me; okay, actually he was probably ten years older than me, but that didn’t matter for the flirting we were doing.
“He’s still there,” I said to Anna as she sat me down. “But I’m too drunk to stay out here any longer. I’ll see you girls later. I need to get to my bed.”
“Bye Lilli,” Amy yelled from the other side of the vehicle. “Be good, or don’t be good and just go over to that hot guy’s house.”
“See you when I see you,” Rebecca added.
“Are you sure you don’t want to make out and really drive that guy crazy?” Anna asked. “I bet he’s already ragging hard just looking at your ass.”
“No Anna.” I laughed. “I think I’ll pass. I’m not into torturing the poor guy. Plus, I don’t really want to kiss you. No offense.” I giggled as I tried to steady myself against the car.
“Okay, but don’t say I never offered.”
“I promise I won’t say that.”
“Goodnight super-hot neighbor dude,” Anna yelled out as she blew him a kiss.
I reluctantly turned toward the window and waved apologetically as I shook my head at how loud Anna had been. It was three o’clock in the morning. She wasn’t just going to get the hot neighbors attention; she was going to get the attention of the whole damn neighborhood. My upper-class Chicago neighborhood wasn’t exactly a hot spot for late night party girls. Most of my neighbors worked and had families, and one had even mentioned that I seemed to be ‘having a lot of fun’ when they ran into my mother at the grocery store.
My neighbor’s slight grin turned into a full blown smile as he closed his curtains and turned the light off in his room after I waved at him. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who got upset about the no
ise my friends and I made when coming home from our nights in the town. Over the last few weeks he hadn’t come to the window very often, but occasionally I’d seen him glancing out the window to see what the commotion was. He almost never had a shirt on, which was really how he got his nickname “Hot Neighbor”. I appreciated the ripples of his abs every time I saw him.
He had a scruffy shadow of a beard and a deep olive skin tone. His short brown hair was always messed up like he didn’t have a care at all. I had no idea what he did for work, but from what I heard from my parents, he traveled a lot and had some unusual hours. My hot neighbor was definitely older than I was, but I couldn’t really tell by how many years, and I liked that mystery. I had never actually met the man, only flirted from a distance with quick glances through our windows. He was the perfect fantasy guy.
From what I could figure, my neighbor was gone for long periods of time, and I assumed he was doing top-secret work, or at least that’s what I thought about when I fantasized about him. I’d asked my mother about him, and she said he never had people over, and she’d seen him loading up a single suitcase on several occasions. I’d seen him go out jogging before but never at the same time of the day, so his schedule wasn’t something I could figure out in the short time I had been home. He did tend to stay up late, though, and I’d seen his lights on at all hours of the night, but I hadn’t had the opportunity to talk to him yet.
“Okay get going,” I said to the girls as I tapped on the roof of the car.
The car slowly took off, and I turned to walk inside. I could barely keep myself upright as my heels wobbled in the cobblestone of my parents’ driveway. My mother had insisted on putting the rocky stone into our driveway instead of a regular cement slab. She obviously hadn’t been thinking about how hard it would be for me to walk in at three o’clock in the morning with my 4-inch heels and a plethora of alcohol in my system.
The five martinis I’d been sipping on all night long were rushing through my blood stream as I tried to unlock my front door. The key flopped around in my hand, slipped through my fingers, and was decidedly uncooperative as I spent at least five minutes trying to get into my house. It was a good thing my parents were heavy sleepers, or I’d surely have heard an earful from them with all the noise I was making.
As the key finally slipped into the lock, I looked up at the neighbor’s window just to make sure he hadn’t seen that debacle. There were no lights on so I couldn’t tell if he had seen me or not, but I hoped he had not. The last thing I wanted him to see was me fumbling and nearly falling as I’d tried to make it into my house; that wasn’t a very ladylike picture at all.
I slipped my heels off as I ascended the wooden stairs of our grand foyer and then walked down the hallway toward my room. Our house was much larger than it needed to be. My parents had their master bedroom on the main floor and never even came upstairs now that all of us kids were older. The upstairs consisted of four very large bedrooms, all with their own bathrooms and walk-in closets. Mine was on the east side of the home and faced the hot neighbor’s house.
I flipped the light on as I walked into my room and then quickly turned it back off so my neighbor couldn’t see into my room as easily. I wasn’t sure if he was still up or if he even cared to look in my room that night, but to give myself the upper hand, I left the light off. My fingers slipped around the smooth blue curtain that covered my window as I pushed it open. In the dark of my bedroom, I had a clear view into the master suite of the hot guy’s house. It was dark also, so I assumed he had gone off to bed.
I didn’t bother to slide my dress off and instead fell right onto my bed as I closed my eyes and gave in to the exhaustion that I felt in every muscle of my body. The morning would be there sooner than I wanted it to be. With my curtains left open, I’d be able to wake up as the sun rose and hopefully get a nice breakfast and run before it warmed up too much.
***
“We are leaving Lillian, grunt if you are still alive up there,” my father yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
I heard his words and rolled over in bed as I tried to gather my voice to respond. I had clearly slept past the sunrise and well into the early morning hours if my parents were already on their way out for the day.
“I’m alive,” I said without opening my eyes.
I didn’t feel all that lively, though, and every inch of my body ached with a hangover. Since moving home, my parents gave me the freedom to come and go as I pleased, although they still worried about me, and they certainly didn’t like it if I came home late and woke them up. My father probably worried just as much now as he had when I was in high school, but at least he wasn’t sitting in the old recliner waiting up for me every night.
“Dinner at Romeo’s tonight if you’re home at six. Otherwise, we will bring you some leftovers. Love you, sweetheart,” my mother said, and then I heard the front door close behind them as they didn’t wait for me to respond.
My eyes were practically glued shut, and my lips were so dry that I felt them crack as I opened my mouth. A late night of partying always had a morning of suffering attached to it for me. I couldn’t understand how Anna never seemed to have a hangover. She wasn’t even legally old enough to drink, yet she was much better at it than I was. Drinking and partying weren’t always my thing, but since breaking up with my boyfriend and moving back in with my parents, drinking felt like the right thing to do at this particular moment in my life. I was trying to find myself. Trying to find the next big thing in my life, and there was no hurry as I navigated the fun of the moment.
My phone alarm went off, and I listened to Aerosmith for a whole minute before I reached for my phone and turned it off. It was 10 o’clock, and I had set my alarm to ensure I wouldn’t sleep in too much because I wanted to work out. As I rolled out of the bed, the dehydration from my alcohol was evident by the tightness in my legs and my lips as they stuck together. My muscles cramped up in pain at the slightest of movement, and I winced at the idea of exercising. It was going to be a tough run with this level of alcohol aftermath, but all I had to look forward to right now was partying and building up my running so I could do a marathon.
I glanced out my window to see what the day looked like and was met with the warmth of the morning sun. It was June in Chicago, and I couldn’t have asked for a better day. The sky was clear of all clouds with brilliant blue ricocheting from one side of the horizon to the other. I slipped into my favorite red sports bra and black running tights and made my way downstairs.
After drinking more water, I headed out the door at a slow enough pace to warm up and let my muscles adjust to their current condition. It was my opinion that even a slow short run was better than not going for a run at all. But only two blocks from my house my phone started ringing, so I slowed to a walk and answered it. I’d already conquered a big hurdle in actually getting out the door to go for a run; a short walk wouldn’t hinder my workout all that much.
“Hey Monica, what’s up?” I said to my friend from work.
“I really need you to take my shift today. Please, please, please,” she said as I heard one of her kids in the background vomiting.
Monica was one of the most responsible girls I’d ever met. If she was calling me to work for her, there was going to be a good reason. We worked with a lot of flakes and people who hardly ever showed up on time for work. Unfortunately, our facility just didn’t pay enough to keep the high-end nurses and assistants working there. But Monica was responsible, and I was a close second behind her. I worked second shift purely so I could go out partying and not have to worry about being late for work. It was my way of being responsible while also getting to be a little wild for a change.
“Oh, man, who’s that?”
“It’s Chance, but Elizabeth has a fever too. I think it’s just a matter of time before she gets to the puking. I hope I don’t end up sick as well. I can’t afford to take more than one day off from work.”
“Aww, I’m sorry Monica. Sure, I
can work instead of you. Can I go in at noon?”
“You can go in anytime you’d like. They will just be so happy to have someone there. I know they were already short staffed, so when I called in sick, they weren’t very happy. I’ll call them back right away and tell Jackson you’ll be in at noon.”
“I can use the money. I spend more drinking than I’m saving at this point. I know my parents don’t mind me staying here, but I’d like to get my own apartment sometime before the year is up.”
“Thanks so much, I owe you big time.”
I started to jog in place as we wrapped up our conversation. If I had to get to work, I needed to finish my workout faster than I had planned, which meant I was going to have to pick up the pace. My leg muscles were still wobbly, but at least they weren’t cramping up like they had done when I first woke up.
“When the kids get better, come out some night with me and the girls. You really need a night on the town.”
“Sure, that sounds fun,” Monica said totally unconvincingly. She always said she would come out with us, but the reality of married life and her children always took precedence, which was understandable.
As I hung up the phone, I tried to put it back in my armband carrier while I kept jogging around a tight sidewalk corner. I didn’t see him coming at all as my body rammed right into another runner as he was coming around the corner the opposite direction. My hands pressed up against the rock hard muscles of his chest, and I was stunned into silence and stood there wobbly and unbalanced as I looked up at the man.
“Woah there little lady,” he said as he reached out and grabbed me before I fell to the ground.
His large hand wrapped around my forearm, but then his other arm reached behind me and supported my back all in one swift motion. I was thrown off by the collision, and it took me a moment to figure out who it was I had just run into. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, and my brain started to register who he was.
“Oh, it’s you,” I said as I found my balance and looked up at the hot neighbor who was standing in front of me.