His Vengeance, Marriage and a Baby: He hated her for cockolding him with his brother. Now he wanted vengeance.

by Sabel Simmons

Her voice sounded husky and sensual. He clasped his hands over her hips and breathed her essence deep into his lungs.

  “Amber, what are you doing here?”

  She licked her way to his nipple and lightly flicked her tongue over the tip and watched it bud tight. She licked across his chest to the other and flicked its twin. She lifted her head and looked at him with half lidded eyes. The bedside lamps offering a soft hue to the room.

  “You know the saying about the mountain and Mohammed … the mountain,” she pulled his nipple between her lips and sucked, “… decided to come,” then swopped to the other, “… to Mohammed.”

  Amber waited with bated breath, not knowing what to expect, but continued with her quest of seducing him and not allowing him to think.

  She scooted slowly lower over his body, stroking and caressing his muscled chest, his hard and toned torso, to lightly scratch the soft skin just above his jutting shaft. His breath hissed through his teeth and he clenched his jaw when her hot lips followed the same path. The untrue vision of her bend over his brother flashed through his mind and he stiffened. Amber stopped, then slowly continued with her stroking over his strong muscled thighs, her breath teasing his arousal.

  “It’s only you Damien … it has always … only ever been you.”

  Her soft declaration penetrated his sudden tension and he found his hand fisted in her hair behind her neck, not to pull her away, but to ground himself. Bind him to the knowledge that she was here … with him … and now he knew … only for him. He relaxed and allowed himself to feel, to enjoy the height of pleasures only this woman has ever been able to bring him to.

  Amber lightly stroked the underside of his shaft from the bottom to the tip. Slowly circling the blunt roundness and found the slid there, gently spreading his juices all over the tip. He cried out hoarsely when her tongue followed the same path and he looked down. The sight of her hot pink tongue licking over the tip, the most erotic sight he has ever witnessed. He watched his shaft swell to even greater proportions. When her lips closed over the tip he groaned and then shouted when she pushed down onto him, taking as much as she could within her mouth.

  “Good God, Amber … you’re killing me!”

  She grasped the bottom of his shaft with her one hand and the other guided her movement as she moved her deliciously hot mouth up and down his length. Circling and caressing the velvet steel with her tongue. Encasing his length in heat with her hands and her mouth forming a vacuum around his arousal.

  It did not take long before he was on the edge of his control. He could not keep from thrusting against her mouth and groaned when his blunt tip touched the back of her throat. He had to be inside her. He needed to feel her hot inner muscles clasp him, pulling him deeper.

  “Amber, beautiful … enough. Please baby, I need to be inside you!”

  He pulled at her hair and she reluctantly let go of his shaft. Their eyes met and his feverish gaze pleaded with her. She crawled higher over his body and positioned herself over his eagerly trembling shaft. She held him in place and winched when his hands clamped over her hips.

  “Keep still, honey … let me do this … I need to do this!”

  They both looked down as the tip of his shaft speared her sheath and moaned in unison when he entered her hot channel. She bore down, slowly, inch by inch, his broad arousal touched every inch of her inside, but could not take all of him … just yet. She knew she would be soon. She leaned forward and their lips met in a devastatingly hungry and sensual kiss.

  Damien growled and could for the life of him not keep still any longer. He thrust upwards and Amber placed her hands next to his shoulders, allowing him free access to her tasty breasts. An invitation he immediately took advantage of and his lips tugged hungrily on her nipples.

  She keened and started moving up and down onto his shaft, thrashing desperately against his thrusting hips. Her downward bearing and leaning forward allowed his coarse hair to rub deliciously against her clit and she moaned and cried out with pleasure. Too soon she felt the heated arrow spear through her core and she mewled as her climax weakened her body, yet tightened it to a tight bow. Her breathing came to a gasping end and stars exploded behind her eyes.

  Damien clasped her hips tighter and thrust upwards hard and fast, bearing her down as he went up. His shout followed hers soon after. His whole body tightened, and he too lost his breath for a moment when his release shot through him with so much force his legs quivered in reaction.

  Chapter Twenty

  Amber leaned on her hands and gazed into Damien’s eyes. He stared at her, his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her flush on top of him.

  “Are you angry that I came to you?”

  “No beautiful. I intended picking you up once I was done here anyway.”

  “You were?”

  He smiled and lifted his hand to caress her cheek with a tender stroke of his fingertips. He traced her lips and her chin. She leaned forward and kissed him softly and tenderly on his lips.

  “Now here’s the thing, and the reason I am here. I left only because you needed to find peace within yourself. I did not require any time to know this. I love you, Damien Jordan. For the man that you were eleven years ago and for the man that you are today. You know what I found over the past weeks? They are not that far apart … all you need is love to bring them together.”

  She placed another soft kiss on his lips.

  “I cannot live without you in my life … I do not want to life without you! In the short time we were together years ago, you completed me … as you do now. You are the glue that keeps my heart whole, my soul at peace. I am not going anywhere, Damien. Even if it takes another eleven years to win your heart, so be it. I am yours, forever and thereafter!”

  Damien felt his heart turn to mush and thumped so hard in his chest it was a wonder she did not hear it. He took her face between his hands and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her deeply, with so much love and tenderness her tears turned their kiss salty.

  Amber screeched when Damien suddenly flipped her over and settled between her thighs and lowered him tight against her core. She sighed and rotated her hips against him. He growled and pressed her into the bed, forcing her to stop.

  “Now, none of that, woman. I also have something to say. This was not that easy for me … I have lived with hate and hurt inside me for so long, it totally took over my life. I was lost when we found out the truth. Suddenly I did not know how to act around you. My actions were driven by what I believed to have been your betrayal. What I do know, is that within a week of you leaving I was even more lost. Suddenly I had absolutely no direction. You were not there … and I realized it has always been you that gave me direction, even when I thought I hated you. I can’t tell you how many times I have been on the verge of getting on a plane and fetching you. I fell in love with you on your sixteenth birthday. I loved you since you were eighteen and now I know it is an all-consuming love. That day I saw you at the hospital I could not breathe. The only thought that went through my mind was … she is back … my heart has returned.”

  He kissed her tears away and his voice was hoarse yet tender.

  “I need you in my life, next to me to ground me, to carry me when I stumble and to love me when I do something stupid. I love you, my beautiful wife. More than I can express in words. I never want to be without you next to me ever again. You are the light in my life that gives me direction and my heart beats within you.”

  She could not stop the tears and smiled blindingly at him.

  “Now, Amber Jordan, I have a very important question to ask you. Will you be mine, to love and to hold, for richer and poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part?”

  “Yes, Damien Jordan, I am yours, forever and into eternity thereafter.”

  “As I am yours, my one and only love.”

  His lips closed over hers, his tongue paying homage to hers in a kiss so sublime her toes curled. She held onto him, her fingers caressing his to
ned back. His lips were warm and left a line of fire wherever it touched. Down her throat, over her chest, tugging at her nipples and she mewled. The heat speared directly to her core from where he suckled on her nipple. She arched her back and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth and he took as much as he could. He pulled back, racking his teeth lightly all the way to the tip and nibbled softly. Her keening moan thrilled down his spine. He repeated the pleasure on its twin.

  Amber held her breath when his fingers drew slow circles over her tummy, drawing closer and closer to her throbbing core. She lifted her hips eagerly, silently begging for his touch. He continued drawing slow circles wide around her clit, then tighter and tighter until he rubbed up and down over her clit. Her growl was low and intense. His lips continuously tugged on her nipple, swirled around and rubbing her clit that turned her into a shimmering volcano and she was close to erupting.

  Damien speared her sheath with a slow swirl of his finger inside her and her breath wheezed in her throat.

  “Oh Lord, honey! You are driving me crazy! Please!”

  “Easy, my love … the night is still young.”

  He pushed his finger as deep as it could go and pumped slowly, adding another and yet a third. He twisted his hand and twirled her clit with his thumb while pumping his fingers deep inside her. He found her g-spot and slowly circled it, building the pressure inside her slowly, painfully and she cried and moaned and begged until he relented. He pressed harder, rubbed faster and she exploded in a climax so hard and so intense she screamed, dizziness hovering over her as stars exploded behind her eyes. She gasped and at the height of her climax lost her ability to breathe.

  Damien replaced his fingers with his fully aroused shaft so quickly she did not even comprehend he did it until he started plunging inside her, slow and deep and when her legs wrapped around his hips, harder and faster. She still gasped for breath and the pressure inside her kept churning higher and she catapulted into another orgasm, even stronger than the first.

  Damien clenched on his teeth, his arms burning where he kept himself above her, watching the beauty of her climax. She caught his eye and widened her thighs, pushing hard against him.

  “Give me more, Damien … I want it all! I want all of you! Please don’t hold back!”

  He forgot to breathe and stared into her pleading eyes and he knew she was ready and would be able to take all of him. Her full trust and belief in him, touched him all the way to his soul.

  He grabbed her knees and pushed her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders.

  “Promise to tell me if I hurt you.”

  “NOW Damien!”

  He pulled back and plunged forward, deeper each time, watching her face, until eventually he was inside her to the hilt. He kept still and savored her heat and tightness around him. He looked at her, her eyes hazy and smoky.

  “Okay, my love?”

  “Oh yes! I feel so … complete! Now, honey and please don’t stop!”

  He plunged then, slow and steady at first, then harder, faster and deeper with her keening pleas for more in his ears. They climaxed within minutes of each other and his shout echoed her intense cries of pleasure.

  Damien finished his discussions with the Russians within two days and they spent the rest of the week exploring the country. They laughed and talked like they used to … and they loved each other. With every breath, with every look and every touch.

  Amber looked out of the airplane window to the familiarity of Miami below them. She smiled softly, secure in the knowledge of Damien’s love. She took his hand and placed it flat against her belly.

  “Honey, before I forget … you need to make an appointment for us with Rory.”

  He was preoccupied with the article he was reading and replied automatically.

  “Hm, why? Are you feeling sick?”

  She sighed and giggled. She had a week of constant vomiting and then nothing. Apart from her slightly fuller hips and breasts she didn’t even feel pregnant.

  “No, but I need to factor his birth into my plans for the opening of my Wedding cake shop.”

  “Okay, I’ll phone him as soon as we … WHAT!”

  She chuckled delightfully at his reaction.

  “Took you long enough!”

  He stared at his hand where she held it against her belly and then into her eyes. The expression in his elated, yet unsure.

  “How … do you feel about this, my love? It is yet another thing I forced on you.”

  She took his face in her hands and kissed him feather soft on his lips. She looked deep into his eyes and shook her head, the love clearly shining in hers.

  “No, heart of mine. I made the choice. On this you asked and I wanted it just as much as you did. I cannot be happier.”

  “Have you been to a doctor?”

  The question was asked hesitantly, as if dreading her answer. She smiled, glad that she waited. This whole journey was one they were going to travel together.

  “No, only a home pregnancy test. I also want us to be together when Rory confirms we have created yet another beautiful life between us.”

  He had tears in his eyes and he slowly caressed her belly. He leaned over and laid his ear against her stomach, softly kissing her tummy. He pulled her tight against him.

  “I love you, heart of mine. Every day you bring me so much joy and I can’t wait for our family to be back together.”

  “Mommy … Daddy!”

  Zoey screeched at the top of her voice, running towards them the moment she got off the bus. She jumped into Damien’s arms and hugged them together, mashing the three of them with her short arms in a tight circle. Tears ran freely from all of them and Amber hugged the two most important people in her life fiercely.

  Zoey pulled back and searched first Damien’s and then Amber’s eyes. Her voice quivered excitingly.

  “Mommy … are you back? For good?”

  “Yes, poppet … and we are never going to be apart ever again!”

  “I missed you both so very much! Oh, but it was such a wonderful experience! I met so many interesting kids and made tons of new friends! Thank you for allowing me to go!”

  She hardly stopped talking for a second all the way home. Damien and Amber hardly got a word in edgewise. They smiled at each other and he took her hand to place it on his thigh. Lately he craved constant contact with her.

  He sobered somewhat thinking of what lay ahead. They spoke about it in detail with Sheldon and the decision has been made to tell his parents about Paul. He dreaded what their reaction was going to be and worried that it would trigger his mother’s drinking problem again.

  They arrived at his parents’ house and he sat looking at the home Paul and he grew up in. Trying to remember at what point things started going wrong with them. When they were young boys they were inseparable and spent all their time together. They built a tree house for Paul’s eighth birthday, he taught him to ride a bike, to hit a baseball. He remembered every moment, but could not recall when they started to pull apart. Most probably when he excelled quicker at school and went to Mast Academy and on to Varsity at sixteen years of age.

  “Okay, honey? We don’t have to do this today, you know.”

  He lifted Amber’s hand and kissed her knuckles tenderly.

  “It’s no use procrastinating, my love. The sooner I do this, the better.” He leaned over and looked at Zoey. “We are going to tell Grams and Gramps about Uncle Paul. They do not know as yet that he is alive. It is going to be quite a shock for them. Uncle Rory is also here, so I think it will be better if you and he go for a boat ride while Mom and I tell them.”

  “Okay Daddy. Are they going to be sad as you are? About what he has done?”

  “I guess so, precious. They loved him very much and I am sure they still do.”

  Zoey was engulfed with joy by her grandparents and it was a good half hour later before Rory got her away and allowed Damien the opportunity to talk to them.

  “What I have to tell you
now is going to come as a very big shock, and something I should perhaps have done earlier, but please understand how difficult it was for me. We … never told you who was behind Zoey’s kidnapping apart from the three directly involved.”

  “Don’t tell me there are more threats against you?”

  “No, Mom, he is in FBI custody and will probably be charged with premeditated murder.”

  “He killed someone? Who are you talking about, Damien?”

  “It was … he is not … dead. It was Paul.”

  The silence was deafening and Nolan sank down on the couch and took Eva’s hand in his. Their faces grey with shock.

  “How … what do you mean, he is not … dead?”

  Damien relayed the story to them and tears trickled down his mother’s cheeks … her sobs soundless.

  “How could he … how did he … how could he do something like this to us! Where is he now?”

  “They had psychiatric tests done and they found he has developed a chemical type of dementia from the age of twenty, which has culminated to where he is today. Nothing he has done in his eyes are wrong and he still believes he will be released from any wrong doing.”

  “Where … can we see him?”

  “He does not know I am telling you. He made it very clear … that he wanted nothing to do or see any of us ever again. According to Sheldon, he will be found guilty of premeditated murder at the age of twenty, as he was sane at the time. If he is not held in a normal jail, he will be held in a psychiatric jail for the rest of his life.”

  Eva and Nolan cried and held on to each other. Grief and joy intermingled but the pain curling inside them.

  “I … still want to go and see him. He is still my son, even if he does not want to be. A parent never divorces their children. I will stand by him, no matter what.”

  “We will stand by him, Eva. I am sorry for what hurt and grief he has caused in your lives my son, but to us, he is still our son.”

  “I would not have expected anything less. Maybe, just maybe, seeing you might soften him and offer him some joy in life.”

  By the time Zoey and Rory came back from their boat ride, Eva and Nolan had their emotions under control and sat laughingly listening to Zoey relay tales about her trip. During a lull in the conversation Damien cleared his throat.