Harkham's Choice (Harkham's Series Book 2)

by Chanse Lowell

  She sighed, rounded toward him and nodded with a tiny whimpering sound. “There’s no way your face isn’t going to be covered if you keep doing that.”

  He nipped at her clitoris next, then put his tongue there, loving it over and over until she was all softness and curves around him, holding his head right there, rocking, crying out his name and wetter than a few moments ago.

  Only this time—yes! It was on his chin, under his nose, on his jaw and cheeks. Such a potent scent. His woman was sharing with him, and it was wonderful!

  His face was shiny with her, too—he just knew it was.

  And what else could he say, except, “You’re welcome for that, and thank you for accepting my baby. She’s gonna love living here inside you until she comes out around Christmas time. How smart she is to come when there are presents being given.” He pushed a fingertip inside her about an inch, and she shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. He had to lick her thigh because when she did that, it made her incredibly yummy-looking.

  “Oh God! Needed that,” she whispered, swaying above him.

  “Hi, honey. I’m down here, watching you.” He waved.

  She waved back, but only using her fingertips instead of her whole hand like he did.

  “I like it when you’re friendly like this.”

  “I do, too.” She grinned.

  How rude he was being. He needed to be this nice to someone else new in his life.

  He slipped his finger the rest of the way inside, and she clenched around him, then made a cute little yelp.

  He wiggled it and then waved the tip, brushing up against her happy, plush, pussy’s walls.

  What better way to say hello to his little girl than waving at her in her very own neighborhood? She was very welcome to stay there rent-free.

  He’d make sure she was safe, happy and warm—and Mari, too.

  They were surrounded by him and living in his world, so they needed to be welcome.

  Or that was what he told his sweetheart when he dragged her to the ground, got naked and said hi to his baby on an even deeper level with another part of his body that wanted to greet her right outside her bedroom womb door.

  “She feels right at home, and so do I,” he said, when he was enveloped and cushioned inside Mari.

  “Jesus, you feel soooo good.” She wrapped her arms around him.

  “I always do—you’re just juicier because I made you that way.”

  She went silent, breathing harder as he began to move.

  “You’re just happier because not only am I pregnant—I’m also hornier than usual.”

  “Shhh . . . My baby’s listening. Only talk about me, then she’ll get bored and go to sleep and won’t notice the dirty things I do to you.” He smiled and pinned her in place, enjoying every last moan from her lips.

  Especially the ones where she told him she loved him, couldn’t get enough of him and loved this baby so much she almost cried.

  That’s what it did to him with her, too. All of it. They were perfect for each other.

  So perfect, he found his orgasm with tears in his eyes and these words on his lips—“My baby! She’s mine. She’s always gonna be my special girl.”

  A PREVIEW FOR HARKHAM’S CORNER, THE THIRD AND FINAL BOOK IN THE HARKHAM’S SERIES

  Chapter 1

  Three years later . . .

  “Adam, piano latte,” he heard.

  His eyes flew open.

  “I hate how spongy my head feels after you hypnotize me,” he complained.

  “You’ll be glad we had another one of these sessions when I tell you what I learned this time,” Dr. Harkham said. She rubbed her hands together like they were cold.

  “Tell me before I fall over,” he said, his tone short. His head throbbed.

  “Okay, but I know your dad wants to see you before you go,” she replied.

  He rubbed at his temples. It usually helped to relieve some of the pressure.

  “So, here’s what you said—I had to go really deep into your memories.” She took a deep breath. “Your sweet tooth?”

  He nodded, ready to hear more.

  “It seems it developed because in your biological father’s quest to mellow you out, he put a lot of the drugs in soda, so you couldn’t taste it. And your mom bribed you to be good with donuts, cookies and candy bars. Samara—I think she could tell something wasn’t right because when you had the sweets your mom was giving you, it triggered a reaction from when you were a kid. Instead of calming down, you became really hyper. You also said it was the only time your mom would let you sit on her lap and she’d hold you for a long time to quiet you down and get you to stop being so energetic.”

  He groaned and rubbed harder at the sides of his head. “So sugar wasn’t making me have ADHD like Sam thought?”

  “No. It was only when your mom gave it to you. You talked about how you’ve had all of those sugary foods since you’ve met Mari, and when she gave it to you, it was fine.” Amelia smiled. Her hands linked together.

  He sighed. “I feel really drained, but this is good to know.” He stood up and dragged his way over to her for a hug.

  Amelia held him tight, told him she was proud of him for being so open today, but he felt silly.

  He never felt like he could control it, but Amelia said it was similar to how some people could control their own dreams.

  It was amazing to think people could do that—in fact he was married to somebody that could.

  Amelia taught Mari the principles so she could get rid of the nightmares.

  It worked seventy percent of the time.

  “Thanks, Amelia,” he said, and she walked him out of her makeshift office.

  When was his dad going to finish converting it for her?

  And when where they going to get married?

  He hadn’t even asked her yet.

  It was unfair in some ways—Adam knew they were having sex without being married, but his father had forbid him to do that with Mari three years ago.

  Well, those days were over.

  He had sex every day unless she was ill. They both needed the constant touch.

  Choppy had a little dog cushion at the foot of their bed so she wouldn’t interrupt them when they were being intimate. That’s how important sex was to Adam.

  “Your dad’s in the garage, working on his BMW,” she told him, leaving him at the door.

  “Okay, great,” Adam said.

  He opened the door, leaving Amelia behind. Knowing her, she’d have sandwiches, chips and drinks ready for all of them in the next few minutes.

  “Hey, little one, time to go inside,” his dad said to the little girl with curly auburn hair sitting in the car.

  “She being your helper?” Adam asked. His dad shut the hood of the car, grabbed some hand cleaner, then wiped his hands on the towel he had nearby.

  The little girl bumped along on her diapered bottom to his dad. “Bopbop, up, up!”

  His dad picked her up and kissed the top of her head as she grabbed at his goatee.

  Amelia made him grow it out because she was tired of whisker burn.

  “Is Mopmop making us lunch?” his dad asked her, his voice higher than usual.

  “I’m sure she is, but she didn’t say for certain,” Adam answered. “She told me I had to see you before I leave. What’s going on?”

  “Oh, not much. There’s an opening in my office, is all. I know you’re not nearly done with your studies, but I told them you—”

  “No thanks, Dad. I’m not going to do that to Mari. I need to focus only on school and home life so I can get it done as soon as possible. She’s gonna start her student teaching soon.” Adam watched the little girl pat Bopbop’s cheeks.

  His dad beamed at her.

  “Won’t Mopmop get mad if you get car oil on the princess’s outfit? I’m sure she bought it at some boutique.” Adam chuckled and settled his hands on his hips. It was fun watching them together.

  “She won’t notice. When this
little one’s around, it’s like nothing else exists,” his dad replied.

  “If you say so.” Adam opened the door to the house and waited for his father and the little one to go through first.

  “Oh, you two. Always expecting me to feed you,” Amelia said when they walked into the kitchen. His dad handed her the little girl, and he headed over to the sink, then washed his hands.

  “Dustin, she’s filthy. I just got her this outfit,” she complained.

  “Yeah, and probably two others in different colors exactly like it,” he said, smirking.

  She smacked his arm and laughed. “Yeah—yellow and green. So what?”

  “So? It’s not your job to spoil her worse than anybody else,” his dad teased.

  He rinsed and dried his hands, then took the little girl back in his arms.

  “How’s Mari doing?”

  “Good. She’s sick of school and feeling so yucky, but it’ll be over soon.”

  “Well, it’s your fault. You never give her a break. Pace yourself, Adam—pace,” his dad said, bending his knees and bouncing a little for the little one’s enjoyment.

  The little girl smiled, and her face lit up from the movement.

  “It has nothing to do with pacing and all to do with good genes,” Adam replied.

  He took the sandwich and ate it as fast as he could so he wouldn’t have to share his food with the little curly-haired girl. She was a two-and-a-half-year-old bottomless pit. Mari said it was a miracle there was enough food in any one house to keep her happy.

  He agreed.

  “Is it almost naptime?” his dad asked. The little one yawned and rubbed her eyes with her fists.

  “Yeah, it is,” Amelia answered.

  “Okay, I’ll hurry up and go,” Adam said.

  She yawned again, this time really loud.

  He shoved a few chips in his mouth and drank them down fast with a Sprite.

  “Bye, sweet one,” Adam said, hugging the little girl and kissing her forehead. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

  The little girl was half out of it, so she barely whimpered and blinked.

  “Bye,” his dad whispered to him and rocked her the rest of the way to sleep.

  Adam snuck out the door, careful to keep quiet so she wouldn’t wake up.

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  Adam Latham has the dream life he always wanted. The beautiful, caring wife, cute kid and a nearly complete college education, leading to a promising career. He even owns a house with a garage and a car he can get kinky in with his wife.

  Only things aren’t as fabullous as they should be… There’s a client at his dad’s office where Adam works, flirting with him and causing him a lot of anxiety. She’s younger than he is, but she won’t seem to stop making advances, even making him feel crazy at times when she insinuates that the two of them have been intimately involved before.

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