Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book One)

by Wanitta Praks

  It was very hard to distinguish her features in the darkness, but with the low beam of moonlight providing just a thin sheath of light, he was able to see her delicate swan neck and succulent pouty lips he had just ravished. He so wanted to see his mysterious goddess again. The image of the blonde in the bar somehow didn’t do justice to this beauty of a goddess in his arms right now. Suddenly, standing before him in his mind’s eye he could see Clarice, the avocado, staring at him with her large midnight eyes molten with desire, mirroring his.

  No! No! No! His heart thumped faster, as if in a desperate race to cross the finish line. It couldn’t be. His mysterious goddess was most definitely, definitely not the avocado. She was the blond woman from the nightclub. It was her. She had planned and coerced him to come here so they could play their game together. It was just his mind conjuring up images of that avocado because she had been the constant subject that had plagued his mind since the last time they met.

  Hunter gave himself a mental shake to dispel the image of the avocado. He wanted to fill all his memories with this mysterious goddess. He didn’t want to think about someone else. Then he felt this sudden overpowering need to caress her cheek, to prove to himself that she was the real thing, that his mysterious goddess was going to be all his for tonight.

  “This isn’t how I want it.” Clarice struggled to maintain her speech after that intoxicating kiss, but it was very difficult, as Hunter’s hug was crushing her. And then it hit her. His scent. “You’ve been drinking.”

  “Yes, I have.” Hunter spoke with so much passion while one of his hands moved to caress that soft, supple cheek that shone so beautifully in the moonlight. “I thought you didn’t want me, so I drank a bit too much,” he confessed. Then like a moth to a flame, so attracted to that swanlike neck of hers, he parted a few strands of her hair that cascaded to her neck and sealed his lips onto that pulsating beat, making his goddess suck in her breath. She was so alluring, so captivating that he was going insane.

  “Do you want me too?” Clarice heard Hunter ask, his lips so close they nipped at the tip of her ear, one of her most sensitive spots. She could feel the pounding of her heart. Thump, thump, thump. She had to control herself.

  So Anton wanted her. Why didn’t he say so in the beginning? Was this her opportunity to ask him about his sperm? It was now or never.

  “But I do want you… well, your sp—” Clarice was about to confess when Hunter cut her sentence short by capturing her plump lips and indulging in his hunger for her once again, drinking in her sweet nectar to sate his sweet craving. She was intoxicating, all that sweetness, like a flower dripping with syrup, and he was the bee.

  “That’s all I need to hear,” Hunter whispered huskily near her ear. And then he carried his mysterious goddess like a bride to the bed. He promised himself he would make it a night neither could ever forget.

  CHAPTER 15

  “I’m sorry for surprising you before.” Hunter apologized while trailing small kisses down Clarice’s neck as he laid her on the bedspread. “That damned waiter. He shoved me in here. If only I knew you were waiting for me, I would have come right away.”

  Clarice kept her eyes closed, feeling this overwhelming sensation inside her body that she couldn’t describe as each touch of Hunter’s lips teased the skin of her neck. But before she could work out what it was, she felt his body shift. She opened her eyes and saw he was already on the floor, about to turn on the light switch.

  “No, don’t!” Clarice shouted, jumping off the bed and winding her arms around his body, preventing him from reaching his destination.

  “But my goddess, it’s dark in here.” Hunter smiled, loving the feel of his mysterious goddess wrapping her arms around him. “You sure you don’t want me to turn on the light?”

  “No!” Clarice gasped in panic, plastering her cheek against his back, her heart thumping wildly. She wouldn’t know what to do if Anton saw her now. What would he call her? An easy woman? One who lured men into bed for the sake of sperm? No, she couldn’t have that. This transaction, this thing that was happening between them tonight must be kept anonymous, a secret, until she was sure Anton liked her.

  Hunter turned and embraced his woman, holding her close. God, she was intoxicating, strange but so damn adorable that it was driving him insane. No woman had ever filtered into his thoughts before he took his pleasure. This woman was different. He respected her wishes.

  “Okay, we won’t turn on the light. We’ll just do it in the dark. That way it’ll be more exciting.”

  Hunter saw his goddess nod her head. God, and now she had to be alluring too? There was no ending to this woman’s gifts.

  “Please do me a favour?” Clarice spoke softly, interrupting Hunter’s thoughts.

  Never in a million years could she ever have imagined herself doing this, but here she was, going against her morals, all for one single sperm. She tried to pull herself together, but it was just too much. The need to be consumed was so overpowering that she lost all ability to think rationally. But wasn’t this what she wanted? It was only for one night. At least she would know what it was like to feel love. Plus, she’d get her sperm from Anton too. Killing two birds with one stone, wasn’t that the philosophy she abided by?

  Hunter chuckled and cupped her cheeks. “What is it, my goddess? What do you want me to do?”

  “I… I’d like to keep this transaction between us anonymous. Can you do that for me?” Clarice uttered nervously, using the best seductive voice she could muster.

  Damn! How did she sound like that? It didn’t sound anything like her normal voice at all. Blame it all on the erotic romance novels she’d read lately.

  “Transaction? Anonymous?” Hunter chuckled even louder. In all his life, he had never met a girl who called a one-night stand a transaction. “You mean our one-night stand? You want to keep things between us mysterious?” God, he wanted to turn on the light right now and see her face. His mysterious goddess intrigued him more by the second.

  One-night stand, Clarice thought. Was this arrangement a one-night stand?

  She heard the man chuckle again. He had a nice chuckle. It made her stomach do a little crazy dance. And then he went in for another plunge, sucking her lips with no small appetite. This was beyond passionate. This kiss put out so much emotion that it made her moan.

  “Okay, I promise we’ll keep this night anonymous,” Hunter vowed, relishing in the moan from his mysterious woman. It sounded a little like that avocado, and Clarice’s face popped into his head.

  No, get out! Don’t think about the avocado tonight.

  Hunter pushed Clarice’s image to the back of his mind again. Tonight, you are going to get laid and have the time of your life.

  But still, that voice from his mysterious goddess definitely sounded different from when they were at the bar. Probably it was the loud music that was affecting his hearing, which was why in this quiet and intimate environment, she sounded different.

  Anyway, having his mysterious woman with him right now was definitely better than brooding about that avocado. And since she wanted to keep things between them anonymous, he was only too willing to oblige.

  If the liquor didn’t taint his ability to think properly, Hunter would have thought his mysterious woman was trying to seduce him, now standing on tiptoe to wrap her cute arms around his neck and whispering soft words into his ears, which when the message was relayed put a huge grin on his face and his eyes sparkled with heated desire. Guess she did want to play the mysterious girl and go along with their plan all along.

  “Come to bed.” Hunter heard her speak.

  Come to bed? Clarice shivered mentally. Where did she learn to spout out that line? She sounded like a dutiful wife awaiting her husband after he’d been away for a long day of hard work.

  “Anything you say, sweetheart,” Hunter crooned huskily, sending sparks to her fingertips.

  Sweetheart? That sounded like something that Casanova Hunter would say. Then Clarice
smacked herself in the head, mentally of course, because Anton would never use the word sweetheart. What kind of endearments would Anton use?

  Not one to disappoint his woman, Hunter immediately took charge of the whole situation and carried her to the bed again, then heaved himself on top of her. With one arm supporting his weight, he gazed into her pupils.

  Shit! He couldn’t see a damn thing, save the light of the moon that didn’t illuminate much but that speck of heated pupils that shone brightly. But since his sight wouldn’t be useful in this situation, Hunter relied on his other four senses to make sure he got the best out of this experience.

  With his olfactory sense, he inhaled her peach and orange blossom scent, which drove him mad, making him crave her even more. With his haptic perception, he gently caressed her smooth skin, slowly undressing her until she was completely naked and under his mercy. And with his gustatory perception, he licked her, sucked her, tasted her, always hungry for more, and his auditory senses picked up all her moans, her groans, and the gentle writhing of her body, begging him to give her more.

  Clarice, who was not used to this situation, only blinked rapidly and tried to stay still like a doll. Hunter chuckled and proceeded further with his seduction. Feeling this wasn’t enough, he started searching for her crooks and crannies, kissing underneath her chin, on her cheeks, and up her forehead again, before he released her with a haggard breath. Gulping enough air into his starved lungs, he plunged in again, this time leaving slower, gentler kisses. Since he had all night anyway, he began by caressing his mysterious woman’s cheek and playing with her hair before kissing her lips subtlety again. Then he realized he wanted to know more about his mysterious woman, eager to know her real name, intoxicated with everything about her. Before, at the bar, it was just two consensual adults playing the game of carnal pleasure, but now, now it was a different story. This wasn’t just pure sex. This was something else entirely, and he thought he really needed to know something about her, even a little bit.

  “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice shaking with so much passion.

  Name? She should lie.

  “Your goddess,” she replied, not realizing what she was saying until it left her lips.

  “My goddess!” Hunter chuckled again, enjoying the game they were playing. He never laughed this much during his midnight exercises. This would have to be the first, but by golly, he loved it. But come morning, he’d surely get her name.

  She started nibbling at his lip. When she was at the bar, he did notice she had the perfect lips, but to experience them firsthand like this was another matter. And her voice, God, her voice was laced with such thick desire it was driving him insanely hot.

  It is hot, so hot, Clarice thought. She was boiling. It was like she was a chicken roasting in an oven. Was this what sex felt like? She was thirsty. She wanted a drink. Another kiss? She wasn’t sure anymore what she wanted, but something needed to give. She felt a tightening in her middle.

  Hunter felt drunk too, not because he’d been drinking such an absurd amount of alcohol. That he could tolerate, but this, this sensation, this excitement incrementing in his stomach, felt like he was a virgin again, having sex for the first time.

  He kissed her again, this time devouring her lips and tongue, wrestling and sucking until he was out of breath. Then he resumed his journey of nibbling along her nape down to the edge of her jaw and to her collarbone.

  Hunter was rewarded when Clarice offered him a sensual moan, which to Clarice was an honest response, as she’d never felt like this before. Hunter smiled and knew his woman was ready.

  Clarice enjoyed being seduced. It felt like she didn’t need to do any work at all. Anton was an expert in this field. She felt like she wanted more, needed more, but she didn’t know what. So she just let Hunter do as he pleased until he started wedging her legs apart, which was so foreign to her that she yelped in response.

  “Wha… what are you doing?” she cried in panic, her voice shaking.

  “Baby, you sound like a virgin. Calm down. It’s going to be all right. My snake here just wants to find your Garden of Eden.”

  “Your snake?” she asked in confusion.

  “Uh-huh,” Hunter said, since she wouldn’t be able to see him nod. “You wanna touch it?”

  “What? No.”

  “You should try it sometime.” He chuckled again when he heard her frightened reply.

  “Where… where is this Garden of Eden your snake wants to find?” Clarice asked, a little interested in all the fluffy words Anton used during their exchange.

  Somehow Clarice couldn’t picture Anton using such words for anything. He looked like the type to rely on more technical terms. Flowery terms came more easily to Hunter, Clarice imagined. Then she shut her eyes even tighter.

  What was she doing imagining that was Hunter instead of Anton? Get a grip of reality, Clarice!

  “Right here,” Hunter said seductively, breaking her train of thought, and then her breath was knocked out again as his finger probed into her forbidden passage.

  “Whaaat… are you doing?” she screeched in panic when Hunter invaded her.

  “Loosening you up. You’re so tight. Are you a virgin?” Hunter asked, probing his way farther into her canal.

  “What? No, no, of course not,” Clarice lied, shaking her head. All that heat, all that moisture radiating from the space where Hunter’s finger had delved, it filled her to the core.

  I’m already halfway, though. If Anton found out now that I’m a virgin, there’s no telling if he might reverse the process and stop the deal. I must get his sperm.

  “Okay then, just relax. You’re going to enjoy this. I never disappoint my lovers.”

  Lovers! Clarice thought. Of course Anton would have previous lovers. He wasn’t in love with her. She just wanted his sperm. So why did she feel like smashing his head against the headboard and stomping on his body until he yelled for mercy? Still, even if her heart wanted to do just that, it did irk her that she found out too late that he had previous lovers when she thought he was a pure man.

  A bit too late now to turn back the clock since you’re already in the middle of doing it.

  Oh, what the hell? What was Anton doing now, feeling her hips? This was just too much. Way too much for her to handle. She could hardly breathe, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure even the people downstairs could hear it. When was this seduction going to finish and the transaction going to take place? She didn’t know how much longer she would last at the rate she was going now. Anton was still feeling her lips, collarbone, hips, and her forbidden canal. It was driving her crazy. And her heart was doing that stupid crazy dance again.

  “Just do it,” Clarice puffed when Hunter’s finger drove deeper into her core. She was twisting all over.

  “All right, baby, but let me just get the condom out first,” he said, getting off her again, but he was caught by Clarice before he could move.

  “Condoms? No, no condoms,” Clarice yelled. If Anton wore his condom, how was she going to get that sperm? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She couldn’t afford to lose that sperm.

  “But, baby, I practice safe sex,” Hunter said.

  “I… I already take contraception so it’s fine,” she lied. If Anton could see her now, her face would bloom redder than a tomato.

  “I think it would still be safer to wear a condom.” Hunter stood his ground.

  “Please, I’m desperate. I want you now,” Clarice said, and because it felt like Anton wouldn’t budge, she pulled him over her body again and kissed him on the lips.

  Dear Lord, how could she say this? Clarice was mortified with herself. But for the sake of her baby, she must let Anton forget all about the condom.

  “If you’re sure, baby, then here goes. Hold on tight because I’m gonna give you a ride you will never forget,” Hunter said, then laced Clarice’s fingers together around his neck, making sure she had a firm grip. Then he plunged in. And Clarice fe
lt her breath knocked out yet again.

  “Baby, are you okay?” Hunter asked in concern. “You’re so tight. Do you want me to take it out?”

  “No!” Clarice shouted in Hunter’s ear. If Anton took it out now, then how was she to make sure his sperm travelled all the way to her egg?

  “Just do what you have to do,” Clarice demanded through gritted teeth, bearing the pain and all. Dear Lord, how could people enjoy sex? The process itself was so painful. But she must endure this for the sake of her baby.

  “All right, baby, here goes.” Then Hunter started to move forward, slowly pushing in and out. Each time Hunter moved, she felt a little tension release. Then when his “snake” was all in, he started the process all over again, but this time instead of pain, there was a tingling mixture of pleasure. A little butterfly started fluttering around in her stomach and with more movements, there were more butterflies.

  Clarice closed her eyes, too embarrassed and shy for feeling this way. The pain, the thrill, the excitement were all centered on that spot. Even the painting of the rose petals displayed on the wall seemed to hide itself shyly from the low beam of light when both the occupants had their bodies locked in their tight embrace.

  With each stroke, Clarice felt like she was travelling higher and higher into the clouds, her body writhing from within, until both felt like they were floating in midair, their bodies wrapped around each other’s, legs and arms tangling together. For Clarice, the moment of climax came when she saw a flash of white light and then she felt like she was falling, and what seemed like centuries later, she woke, her body all saturated with sweat. For Hunter, that moment of intense utopia came like a turbulent storm, robbing his heart and soul, shattering even his core, which he never let anyone into before. And under this blanket of night, both came back to Earth, embraced in each other’s arms, swimming back to the surface of reality.

  CHAPTER 16