Stanton Bliss: Stanton

by T L Swan

  I hold my breath and open my legs just that little bit farther. Joshua cracks his neck hard as his dark eyes stay fixed between my legs.

  His tongue slides over his bottom lip before he drops his head and begins to lick my inner thigh.

  “Give me my breakfast. I’m fucking starving.”

  I lay back and close my eyes. Mr. Stanton is here, like he is most mornings when he returns from fighting. The adrenaline in his system is through the roof and I’m the lucky girl he releases it on. Our sex is rougher and less controlled than it has ever been, but it’s also never been so hot. I’m putty in his dominant hands.

  I crave his control over my body. I crave the way he takes what he needs without a care in the world.

  His strong hands hold my legs apart and his hot tongue swipes through my flesh.

  “Hmm,” he groans into me.

  My hands fall to the back of his head.

  “Oh, you fucking taste good, my beautiful girl,” he whispers.

  I shudder immediately and close my eyes. If I watch him do that, I will come in five seconds flat.

  He starts to really eat me, dragging my body up and down his face. His sharp whiskers are grinding but it’s a pleasurable burn, a pain I have become accustomed to, the pain is my addiction. His tongue swirls around and around and I feel myself buckle beneath him.

  “Still,” he orders as he rips my legs back to the bed. “Give me what I need.” He growls.

  “What do you need?” I whisper.

  “A creamy orgasm on my tongue,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine. He gently bites my clitoris and stretches it back from my body. I jump in pain and then he circles it gently again with his tongue. This is what he does so well, shifting tempo. The hard bites followed by the gentle licks, the strong hands holding my legs down to the bed versus the gentle kisses on my inner thigh. The look he gives, telling me that he is about to rip me apart, and then the tender kisses that show me he loves me.

  I love this man. I love all of this man. The dark, the fucked up, the sex craved maniac.

  He pushes three fingers into me aggressively and I flinch off the mattress at the burn.

  “I need some pain this morning, baby. Can you give me that?” His dark eyes watch me as I struggle to accept his large fingers.

  I nod. “Give it to me,” I whisper.

  He pushes me hard again and I sigh in pleasure. He sits up and starts to ride me hard with his hand, so much so that the bed starts to hit the wall with force. Thump, thump, thump, the heavy sound of the bed hitting the wall matches my oncoming orgasm. My legs start to close and I quiver as I lose all coherent thought. He bends and starts to tongue my clitoris gently as his fingers pound into me aggressively. The combination pushes me over. My body lurches forward, the force of the strong orgasm taking over, and before I know what’s happening, Joshua has my legs over my shoulders and he’s pushing into me hard.

  He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his brutal length. No matter how much he is aroused, he always pauses after he has pushed in to allow me to adjust to his size. Joshua knows he is a large man and he sees it as his responsibility to make sure he doesn’t hurt me. But, fuck, I love it when he does.

  He holds himself up on tensed arms as he waits for my permission.

  “Go,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”

  His eyes close in reverence and he slides out slowly. My calves are next to his face and he kisses the inner ankle of one foot tenderly.

  This feels so fucking good. He spreads his knees widen to gain control and pushes forward again.

  “That beautiful, sweet cunt of yours feels so fucking good around my cock.”

  I clench hard and he bends to kiss me aggressively.

  I smile, a proud of myself smile, and he bites my bottom lip.

  I watch the sheen of perspiration that covers my beautiful creature as he holds my ankles wide in the air, feeding his desires with my body. “You’re so fucking wet. Dripping for me,” he purrs as he watches his cock disappear into me. Our bodies start to make a loud slapping sound as he fucks me hard.

  Bloody hell, once again, I start to quiver. Stop dirty talking; you know it’s my undoing.

  The sight of his sweaty, muscular body, the sound of my wet skin clinging to his, and the feeling of his thick, engorged cock sliding through me is too much.

  “Joshua,” I whimper.

  He picks me up and throws me over onto my knees, yanking my legs apart as far as they go. Then he is riding me hard while he grips both of my hips and slams me back onto his cock. He goes harder and faster, until he’s pushing my shoulders down onto the mattress to get deeper.

  This is how he fucks me. He’s never deep enough, never hard enough, never close enough.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He growls and stills, and I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me, forcing me to close my eyes as another orgasm steals my ability to articulate anything. I struggle for breath as my heart hammers in my chest.

  And then, as if by some miracle, my gentle man comes back to me and showers the curve of my spine with tender kisses. He lays his body over mine and I feel his lips on my cheek before he nibbles my ear.

  “I love you,” he whispers.

  I smile breathlessly. “I love you.”

  I feel him smile broadly. “I love fucking you more.”

  We fall onto the bed in a tangled mess and kiss, long slow kisses. Even when we have rough sex, there is an overwhelming feeling of love between us, an overwhelming feeling of what we have is so very precious. And we can never forget that because it governs most of our daily thoughts.

  We lie still for ten minutes before Joshua stands and kisses my hip.

  “Shower.” He slaps my behind.

  “Hmm.” I’m dozing.

  “Come on. Up. It’s eleven. I’m making breakfast.”

  I drift off but vaguely hear him shower, go downstairs and fuss around in the kitchen.

  I feel the bed bounce as Joshua jumps on it. “What’s this?” he demands.

  Hmm, I keep my eyes closed and pull the blankets over my head. God, stop being so fucking perky. I’m feeling very hungover here.

  “Natasha.”

  “Hmm.” I pull the blankets back over my head in a fuck off not now symbol.

  “I know what this is.”

  “Oh God, Joshua, I want to sleep in,” I groan.

  “So, you are taking pregnancy tests without me now?”

  Huh? My eyes open instantly. Oh fuck. I left it in the drawer. I pull the blankets even farther over my head.

  “I did it the other day.” I close my eyes again; God, I am really tired here.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because I was only going to tell you if it was positive.”

  “Why?”

  “I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Oh.” He thinks for a moment. “So, it was negative then?”

  “Yes.”

  He starts to tap me on the head with it to annoy me. “One egg or two?”

  I snatch it from him. “Stop it.”

  “Do you want avocado?”

  “Yes, please.” I roll over onto my back and hold up the test to look at it, I frown.

  “What?”

  I frown as I try to wake up. Am I seeing things here?

  “What are you frowning at?” he asks.

  “Why are there two lines on this test?”

  He takes it from me. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, why are there two lines on this test?”

  He shrugs as he looks at it. “I don’t know, you tell me. You took the test.”

  I keep staring at it in horror. I got totally drunk last night.

  “What do two lines mean?” he asks.

  “Two lines means positive,” I whisper.

  “It does?”

  I put my hand over my mouth as I try to think. “It was one line the other day.”

  He stands, and then sits back down, and then he stands again.

/>   I shake my head. “It must be dodgy. Maybe they don’t age right.”

  Joshua frowns at me. “Do we have another test?”

  “Um.” I think for a moment. “Downstairs in a brown paper bag in my hand bag, under my desk in the office.”

  Joshua jumps up and practically runs down stairs. I sit up in bed. Fuck. Why did I drink so much last night?

  He returns as he rips open the bag and fumbles around getting the second test out of the bag.

  He passes it over and smiles cheekily.

  My eyes hold his and I snatch it from him. “It’s negative, don’t give me that hopeful look. You are going to be disappointed. See, this is why I didn’t tell you. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  He kisses me gently. “You could never disappoint me.”

  “W-we are not ready to be parents,” I stammer.

  “Why not?”

  “I got hopelessly drunk last night. You are suing people and all the aunties and uncles are totally out of fucking control. Bridget is cat fighting and Cameron’s a Dr. Deviant. Adrian’s attracting weirdos.” I throw my hands in the air in defeat. “Who was I kidding? No way can I be a parent.”

  “We are all normal,” he whispers against my lips.

  “We are crazy,” I murmur in a panic.

  He kisses me gently. “I love our crazy.” His lips linger on mine. “I need our crazy.”

  I melt a little and walk to our bathroom. Joshua follows me.

  “Wait outside,” I tell him quietly. God, he’s not watching me pee on a stick. No way in Hell. It’s humiliating enough to have to watch myself.

  He frowns and nods. “Fine.”

  I pee on my stick and then walk out and find him reading the instructions with intense concentration.

  “Here.” I hand it to him.

  He bites his lip as he tries to contain his smile, taking it from me. He begins to watch it as I pace at the end of the bed and shake my hands.

  My heartbeat is racing and my eyes keep looking up to find him. For the longest five minutes in history he sits still, focused on our stick.

  I watch in slow motion a huge smile spreads across his face.

  I frown. “What?” I whisper almost afraid of the answer. “What does it say?”

  He stands and then bends and kisses me. “Baby Stanton is in the house.”

  My eyes widen.

  Dear, God.

  Chapter 8

  Joshua.

  I smile as I stand in the elevator on my way up to my office. In fact, I have been smiling since Saturday morning at eleven o’clock. Even when I try to wipe the smile from my face, it just won’t go. I am completely consumed with emotion and never have I been so fucking in love with my girl.

  Natasha doesn’t want to tell anyone until she’s at twelve weeks. Apparently that’s standard practice.

  How do you keep a secret like this? It’s impossible.

  The doors open and I exit into the corridor.

  “Girls.” I smile as I walk past reception.

  “Hello, Mr. Stanton,” they all call as their eyes linger on me.

  I walk straight into Adrian’s office. He’s on the phone, facing the window, but he spins in his chair to look at me as I enter.

  I smile broadly and he frowns in question.

  “Who’s that?” I mouth.

  He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Yes, I understand your point of view and I will take it up with Human Resources.”

  I smirk. A disgruntled employee, no doubt.

  He listens again and raises his eyes to the ceiling in frustration.

  I sit on his desk and buzz Tiffany. “Tiffany, could you please bring in Adrian’s and my coffee, plus a cappuccino, to his office, please?”

  “Yes, sir,” her polite voice answers.

  I twirl my finger in the air to signal for him to hurry it up.

  He frowns again and shakes his head as he listens.

  “Get off the phone,” I mouth.

  “I’m fucking trying,” he mouths back.

  My phone beeps a text. It’s Cameron.

  Where are you?

  I text back.

  In Murph’s office.

  Two minutes later, Cameron walks into Adrian’s office, followed by Tiffany with our coffees.

  “Hey,” he calls. “What’s up? What couldn’t wait?”

  I gesture to Adrian. “Wait for him.”

  He takes a seat at the desk and yawns into his hand. “Thank God you made me go home on Friday night. I can hardly remember being at Carson’s.

  “God, you’re an ugly chick.” I wince.

  “That lipstick is bloody hard to get off, you know. I had to work yesterday and my lips were fucking burning from scrubbing the shit off. I had to wear lip balm.”

  I smirk. “Get off the phone,” I mouth at Adrian.

  “Who is he speaking to?” Cameron frowns.

  I shrug. “Some whiner.”

  Adrian finally hangs up and looks at me, deadpan, as he takes his coffee from the tray. “Why are you in my office?”

  I smile an exaggerated smile.

  They both look at me in confusion.

  “Natasha’s pregnant.”

  They both stare at me dumbfounded, not saying anything.

  “Did you hear me?”

  “What?” Adrian frowns.

  “Serious?” Cameron asks.

  “Deadly.” I smile.

  “Deadly pregnant?” I hear a touch of excitement fill Adrian’s voice.

  “I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

  Cameron grabs me in a rough handshake and puts his head with mine.

  “We don’t count,” Adrian whispers as he lets his excitement flow and grabs me in an embrace.

  “I know. You both don’t count. But don’t let on I’ve told you, especially not to Natasha.”

  “Oh my God.” Adrian starts to jump around and then his face falls as he joins the dots. “But… Tash was drunk on Friday night.”

  “Yes, she didn’t know.” My eyes flicker to Cameron. “Is that a problem?”

  He screws up his face. “Not ideal. But a lot of women don’t always know at first. It should be ok.”

  I smile brightly again. “That’s what Dr. Google said. What else should I know?” I ask.

  “About pregnancy?”

  I nod as I sip my coffee.

  His face falls. “Are you only telling me so you can get medical information?”

  “Of course.”

  He curls up his top lip and shakes his head at Adrian. “Figures,” he mumbles under his breath. “How far along is she?”

  I shrug. “I don’t know. We are going to the doctors this afternoon.”

  “We are having a baby?” Adrian repeats. “For reals.”

  “I’m having a baby.” I grin. “You are just helping.”

  Adrian puts his hand over his heart. “Oh, I just want to squeeze my girl.”

  “She’s my girl and you don’t fucking know yet,” I mutter into my coffee cup.

  “Oh, right.” He flops down onto the lounge. “We should go get drunk or something.”

  I smile and I look to Cameron who is smiling like an idiot. “We really should,” he replies.

  I shake my head. “No, we’re going to the doctors later.”

  “Tonight?” he asks.

  “No.” I frown. “I’m not leaving her alone for one minute. I had to drag myself to work today.”

  Adrian lies back on the lounge and holds his heart. “My Cinderella is having a baby. This is the best news ever.”

  My attention returns to Cameron. “What about sex?”

  “Sex is fine.”

  My eyes hold his in question.

  He tilts his head to the side already knowing my question. “You mean rough sex?”

  I nod subtly.

  “How rough is rough?”

  I lift my chin defiantly.

  “Rough, rough. Like rough?” he questions.

  I give him a lopsided s
mile and tilt my head to the side, not really answering him.

  “I don’t know much about the female anatomy, but I do know that you can’t do that. Put a fucking cork in it, you sex maniac!” Adrian snaps as he runs his hands through his hair in disgust.

  I roll my eyes.

  Cameron thinks for a moment and shrugs. “I think its ok, but maybe just tone it down a bit.”

  “Oh.” I frown. Shit, I gave it to her hard on Saturday morning. What if I have already done damage?

  “You already did it, didn’t you?”

  “Perhaps,” I murmur.

  “And she’s ok?”

  I shrug. “She seems ok.”

  “Then it’s ok.”

  I turn to Adrian and he shrugs. The office door opens and Jarvis wanders in. “Oh, hello.” He smiles.

  “Hi, mate.”

  “Hey,” Cameron calls. “How are your arms?” Cameron smirks.

  “Ripped off the fucking bone.” He sighs as he starts to file things away in Adrian’s drawers.

  I smile broadly and throw the boys a wink. Cameron and Murph have taken Jarvis under their wing. They take him everywhere, even dragging him to their early morning gym sessions. He’s acting like he hates it, but I know he loves the time they spend with him. Even Tash and Didge are enamoured with our young friend. I smile. I can’t say I blame them. I’m quite taken with him myself.

  “Ok, losers. I got to go to work.” Cameron sighs as he stands. “Are you cooking me dinner, Murphy?” he asks.

  Murph’s eyes flick to Jarvis. “You want to come for dinner?”

  “Sure,” Jarvis replies casually.

  Adrian’s looks at me. “You guys want to come over for dinner, too?”

  I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m taking Tash out.”

  Adrian smiles a we have a secret smile and I shake my head. “I will be in my office if you need me.”

  I walk out down the hall and Tiffany calls me. “Mr. Stanton?”

  “Yes?”

  “Your appointment is in your office.”

  “Who is it?” I frown. “I haven’t opened my diary yet.”

  “He made the appointment weeks ago. He’s from the Australian Medical board.”

  “Why is he here?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s weird, actually. The appointment was made in one name and then when he turned up today he had a different name.”