by T. Cobbin
Wow, she was riding the emotion train today. Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of the baby she had carried and destroyed. “Yes, now that I’m out of Eden I would love to have a child. When I got pregnant before I went into some kind of protective overdrive, the thought of bringing the child up in Eden just seemed so wrong. They would have tested us both constantly. They might have even taken her away from me. I never got to see or even know about the woman who carried me, we were just subjects. Alex, if we were to have a child it wouldn’t be the same, right?”
A single tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek before he brushed it away. “Sweetheart, any child of ours will want for nothing, and there is no way that child would have any tests done on her, bar the normal ones a child goes through to tests their development stages.”
She found herself wrapped up in his arms and hugged for dear life. “Thank you,” she whispered.
She felt the loss when he drew back from her. “Umm, what happens when you go through your heat?”
With a smile she answered, “I get horny. Very horny!” She looked at his groin and saw a sizable bulge and grinned even more. Looking up, she watched a pained expression cross his face that quickly changed into a seductive grin.
“I can’t wait!” His velvet lips touched hers softly. “Now that condomgate is over what do you fancy doing? Because if we don’t do something and get out of this room, you won’t be going anywhere but below me while I fuck you hard and thoroughly until you don’t want to move at all.”
“A challenge?” She tugged at the collar of his shirt, dropping the top half of her body back on the bed. He had no option but to follow her, his arms bracing himself on either side of her body. “How do you like your morning coffee?” she asked.
He frowned down at her, confused, then glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s already eleven!”
“How do you like your morning coffee?” she repeated.
“With milk and no sugar,” he replied. She giggled at the confused look on his face.
“First one up makes breakfast!” She patiently waited, watching him above her as his brain ticked over. She saw the moment confusion dimmed and realization clicked in.
“Oh, it’s going to be like that, huh?” Bending his elbows, bringing himself even closer down on top of her, he ground his cock against her pussy.
She could feel his thick erection rub against her sensitive core. She couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped her lips. His eyes sparkled. Swooping down, he plundered her mouth, driving her wild. Damn, this man could kiss! Their tongues danced together, greedily probing each other. His hips began undulating against her as the passion built. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them tightly around his waist and began pushing back at his thrusts.
“Clothes...in...the way,” he panted between kisses.
Scrambling up, they both stripped in seconds, clothes falling to the floor in heaps. With a push and shove he had her lying back on the bed spread-eagle.
“Put your hands over your head,” he gruffly ordered while parting her legs even more. He watched avidly as she did as he asked. “Good. Now don’t move.”
She both winced and groaned as his tongue immediately licked from her pussy to her clit, the flat of his tongue pressing down on her swollen nub. He began circling her most delicate button. Automatically, her hips lifted toward his mouth. She heard and felt the stinging swat to her outer thigh, then the soothing caress of his hand as he stroked over it.
“Stay still or I do it again.” Lifting his head from between her legs, he smirked at her. She watched as he ran his tongue around his lips, licking off her juices. “Mmm,” he moaned and ducked his head back down. He sucked, nibbled, and tugged, driving her so close to coming. She wanted to move her hips, she wanted him to push her over to the building orgasm growing deep in her belly.
“Oh, Alex, please,” she begged.
He chuckled, sucking deeply on her clit. Two of his fingers pushed inside her as far as he could get them. She felt her walls tighten and squeeze as she came.
When she finally came down she opened her eyes and looked into his dark blue eyes above her. Smiling, she lifted her head and kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips. Was it wrong that it added a bit more spice to the kiss?
She again wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me, Alex!” The words came out breathlessly. She needed him, wanted him, and now!
The room filled with the sexy sounds of skin hitting skin, of groans and moans coming from both of them. He thrust into her over and over, hard and fast.
She slid up the bed each time he pounded into her. Looking above her head briefly, she found two headboard rungs and grabbed hold, using them to push back against him. Shit, I hope they’re strong enough!
The bed groaned and creaked. She could feel another orgasm building. He kissed and nipped at her skin and licked her neck. The pressure built, his movements becoming erratic.
“Come, baby!” he hoarsely cried out.
He pulled her leg up at her knee and thrust a few more times. She felt fuller, and finally, she fell over the cliff and rushed into her orgasm. He stiffened over the top of her, calling out her name. His cock jerked inside her, spurting its seed into her womb. She actually felt a little disappointed it wouldn’t be making a baby this time.
Chapter 10
It was a week before the press realized Lulu was no longer at the hospital. Eventually, they found out where she was staying. They were pretty persistent at first trying to get into the building. They even followed Jack and Josephine around if they were seen leaving the building.
Brewster had arranged and paid for the security teams that watched over the building and escorted the family anywhere they wanted to go. Several hate groups had popped up since Eden had been found and raided, and they joined the press outside, waving their ugly banners. Brewster also had to employ someone to open their post, as both hate and encouragement letters began pouring in.
Having other people trying to watch her every move didn’t bother Lulu much, but it was upsetting to see Alex and his family having to go through so much crap because of her. She would often stand at the window, looking over London and wondering why people like that hated her. She never asked to be there, and she wasn’t a danger to them. If their God didn’t want her alive, wouldn’t she be dead? Everyone was different, right? Did everyone not deserve to be given the chance to live and love?
“If everyone was the same, the world would be boring,” Josephine kept telling her.
“If it wasn’t you, it would be someone else,” Jack had said.
Last week Alex had taken her to all kinds of places—the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, and the Millennium Wheel. Every day she had come back bone-tired but content and happy. But with the press suddenly turning up, and seeing just how much trouble his mother and father were going through, Alex had gone all guard dog. Lulu hadn’t been out of the apartment in days. She sighed, looking out of the huge windows at the city below.
“Hey there, honey, you okay? You look a little glum.”
Turning toward Josephine, she shrugged her shoulders. “Bored more like.”
“How about I take you to a spa? We can get all girly pampered and relax for the day.”
“Really? What about Alex? He doesn’t want me to go out because of them.” She pointed at the growing crowd outside the building.
“Pish-posh. I’ll get Jack to take Alex out or something. He won’t know ’til it’s too late.” Josephine grinned with delight, her whole face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.
Lulu had gotten to know Josephine a lot since she met her. The woman always had a string of pearls around her neck, and she looked impeccably neat and tidy all the time. The pillar of society! But she did have an impish side to her. One morning Jack had pissed her off, and he paid for it the rest of the day. Salt in his tea, keys that couldn’t be found, watches with time turned back. It wasn’t until later that evening
when he turned up with a massive bunch of red roses with an apology that his day improved.
Yes, this woman sure has a mischievous streak, Lulu thought.
A little while later, with Alex and Jack out of the way and a security team beside them, Lulu and Josephine were driven to a posh spa where they were indeed pampered from head to toe for the day. Not even the constant grumbling from Alex when she returned home bothered her, but it must have bothered his mother because when he took his shower before bed, it was tomato sauce he washed his hair with instead of shampoo. He promptly apologized.
* * * *
“I’m glad you had a good day, babe,” Alex said. They were lying in bed after a bout of frantic lovemaking and a shower, and he was running his fingers through her still damp hair. “I wasn’t upset that you went out—it was that you went out without me. How can I protect you if I’m not there?”
Lifting up, she crossed her arms over his chest and placed her chin on them. “Shall I mention this to your mother?” she asked.
“Don’t you dare!”
She giggled, laying her head back down on his chest. “I had the security team with me, and I had your mother. I was safe. I just needed to get out.” She felt his chest rise and fall in a heavy sigh.
“I know,” he mumbled. “You fancy coming with me to the children’s hospital tomorrow? I haven’t been in a month.”
She knew he missed his charity work but wanting to stay by her side had been more important.
“Yeah,” she replied, a ripple of excitement running through her.
* * * *
With an escort of two nurses they made their way through several wards, meeting some very sick children. Alex and his family had made huge donations to the hospital through the years and usually visited weekly. With some of the children being there months, maybe years on end, they had met and gotten to know some of the families pretty well.
Walking onto the elephant ward was heartbreaking. Lulu thought she had gone through a lot, but some of these children had gone through an illness that would break the average person. Quite a few of the kids had little bald heads, but the majority had huge smiles. Doctors and nurses went around doing their various jobs, reassuring both children and parents, rushing here and there, and all the while ill children surrounded them. Lulu wondered how they could do their job and still smile.
“How do you still smile seeing these poor little things each and every day?” she asked a passing nurse carrying a bowl covered with several tissues.
“We have to smile. We have to remember the ones who get better and live a happy life.” She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yes, some don’t make it, but we can say we tried our best to help them.”
Lulu nodded, watching the woman walk into another room.
“Alex!” came a small voice from a little bald-headed girl who sat surrounded by pink pillows. She was about five years old. Her thin, pale arms and legs looked like they would snap if touched. Her parents sat beside her, both looking grief stricken and tired, but even they perked up when they saw her man.
He walked into the room with long, strong strides. “Hey there, little buttercup. Sorry I haven’t been here in a while, but I had to watch over another very special lady. Want to meet her?”
When the little girl nodded, Lulu stepped forward into Alex’s waiting arms. “Hi, my name is Lulu.”
“Hiya, were you sick too?” she asked.
Lulu nodded. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Paisley, but Alex always calls me buttercup.” She chuckled. “When he first saw me my skin was bright yellow, and he said I looked like his favorite flower.” Her face gleamed with happiness.
She looked toward Alex as if she was expecting something. He withdrew a piece of tissue paper from his back pocket and open it up for the little girl. Inside it was a small, pressed yellow flower.
Paisley smiled at Alex. “Thank you so much. I’ll add it to my collection.”
Alex leaned over the bed bars and kissed the top of her head.
Leaving the room a little later, he told Lulu that ever since he had been coming to the hospital Paisley had been there. Learning she loved flowers, he had given her a book with a pressed flower in it, and each time he visited he brought her a new one wrapped in tissue paper to add to it. Today he had brought her a buttercup. He also learned that she didn’t have long left; the cancer eating away at her body had finally won.
Standing in the hallway, Alex made a few calls then went back in to inform the family they were going to be spending a weekend in a first-class hotel with a team of nurses. He had organized a two-day pass to Kew Gardens and gotten permission for Paisley to pick a few flowers to put in her book. He also promised her that she could see the butterflies. The little girl squealed in delight. Lulu knew then that Alex would love any child that came along. One day, she thought.
* * * *
Two weeks later Lulu watched Alex pull a black jacket on and button it up. Today was vastly different from any other she had spent with him. He stood in front of the full-length mirror that covered one of the closet doors, dressed in a well-fitted black suit. She wanted to pull him into her arms and hold onto him and take away the grief he was feeling as he had done with her. Today was Paisley’s funeral.
Alex resumed his charity work a few days later. He chose to work from home using his laptop and phone rather than going into the office on a daily basis. He organized trips for sick kids, and he constantly sought out ways to raise money and awareness. Lulu admired him. For a while she pretended to read and watch him as he worked, but gradually she began to sit with him and help him organize bits and pieces. Some of the stuff people did like abseil down a building to jumping out of planes she wanted to try herself. The trips to the children’s hospital became a weekly event also.
Lulu had become quite close to a small girl named Rebecca. She was seven and had a brain tumor, but it certainly hadn’t slowed her down, she bounced around like a chipmunk. Lulu admired that, and she also loved her contagious laugh. Walking into the ward hand in hand with Alex, she was greeted by the young girl.
“Lulu, are you going to help us color today?” Rebecca called out. She was fairly new to the ward but was already a part of the place like any other child who stayed there, however brief.
“Yes please.” She nodded eagerly. “It’s becoming my favorite pastime.” She grinned.
For the next few hours Lulu enjoyed coloring with the children. She hadn’t realized it was time to leave until the visitors’ bell rang. With all the comings and goings the ward was rarely quiet. Parents stayed with their sick children as much as they could.
“Hey, you planning on staying the night?” A slight smirk appeared on Alex’s face when he asked.
“No, but I was planning on finishing this with Rebecca.” She grinned back. Seeing an almighty yawn come from the little girl, Lulu looked at her mother and winked. “Mind you, I bet her mum is real tired and wants to take a nap. Want to join her, Becca?”
The little girl nodded and went straight into her mother’s secure arms and huddled in tight.
“You better not be here next week, young lady, But if you are, I’ll bring in some nice new pencils, okay?”
“Thank you,” she murmured, her eyelids already dropping closed.
Lulu smiled, watching the girl’s mother take her back to her bed. She remembered what the nurse had said to her the first time she visited. “We have to remember the ones who get better and live a happy life.”
Chapter 11
Lulu’s eyes didn’t want to open, and her head hurt if she moved. What the hell?
She heard a deep grumble come from the right of her. Slowly, as her senses and body began to work, she realized she was lying on some kind of thin mattress. She could feel the cold from the floor seeping through it. Again, a low grumble came from her side. Opening her heavy eyes, she saw bars. She slowly moved her head and looked around. Thick bars surrounded her, and she was indeed lying on a thin
mattress on a concrete floor. Alex was lying to the side of her. Turning toward him, she lay her hands on each side of his face. He had a deep purple bruise on the right side and a cut on the left side of his forehead. He groaned again, his eyes fluttering open.
“What happened?” she asked, looking around her again.
They seemed to be in some kind of run-down building. Cloudy, dirty windows lined the top of the crumbling walls. From what she could make out the building looked like an old unused warehouse like those she’d seen on the television programs Alex liked to watch sometimes. It was near enough empty apart from bits of equipment and tables at one end and the cage she and Alex were currently in standing in the middle. Attached to one wall was a rusty iron staircase that led up to a single, small room on the second floor. She assumed it would have been an office where the boss would watch over the workers below him. She couldn’t see anyone else, but she sensed that others were there.
Looking at the rousing Alex, she again asked, “What the hell happened?”
“Ambushed...” He paused and grunted, trying to sit up. “In the car park, some sleeping gas bomb things were thrown, you and several of the team went down. I held my breath for as long as I could.” He looked down at his hands. She could see defeat written all over his face. He thought he’d failed her. “I managed to punch a fellow grabbing hold of you, but he threw one back, catching my side, and I went down.” He touched the cut on his forehead and winced. “Fuck,” he cursed as he sat up and looked around the room.
“A warehouse of some kind?” she wondered.
Alex began patting down his trousers. “Shit, they took my phone.”
“It was one of the first things my men did. Do you think we’re stupid, Mr. Darby?”
Lulu gasped seeing the small, plump woman with square glasses, her gray hair as always tightly pulled up into a bun on her head.
“Hello, Lulu. Nice to see you again.”
Lulu looked down, not wanting to meet the evil woman’s eyes. She was the one who had deemed Lulu basically useless and had organized for her to have a child all for the sake of science.