Attainment (The Temptation Series)

by K. M. Golland

  After they are gone, I waste no time in finding out what the hell is wrong with Alexis’ back. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong with your back?” I ask, my tone deliberately snappy.

  She gives me an unsure look. “I get back spasms. Why? What’s wrong? Why are you angry?”

  “Because this is the first I’m hearing of it. Yet he seems to know all about them.”

  I hate speaking to her with such anger in my voice, but I can’t help it. Her ex-husband just pisses me right off. Look, there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty for moving in on Alexis when she was married to the scumbag. After all, I’m not a heartless bastard. I think that what angers me where Rick is concerned is what he did to her—cheating on her right after she gave birth to Charlotte when she was at her most vulnerable. The thing is, if he hadn’t fucked up on an epic scale like he had, she may still be married to him. So it’s bittersweet in a way.

  “Really, Bryce? You’re angry because Rick knows that I get back spasms?” she asks with a roll of her eyes.

  Her blatant dismissal of my unease at being kept in the dark angers me even more. “I’m pissed off because I don’t know about them.”

  “Well, sorrrryyy,” she says, sardonically drawing out the word. “I didn’t realise I needed to tell you absolutely everything. How about I make you a list?” She places her hands on her hips. “Number one...” she explains, raising her hands and pointing to her finger. “My feet have begun to swell and look like little bloated piglets, see?” she kicks off her shoe, sending it hurtling through the air and into the lounge. “Feel free to oink at them, they may respond.”

  The notion that her feet can resemble piglets makes me want to laugh, and I feel my anger toward her slipping away.

  “Two...” she points to another finger, clearly not finished with her defensive tirade. “My nipples are dry and sore and starting to leak colostrum. Would you like to hear more?” she asks, pausing only for a second. “Good, ‘cause I’ll give you more,” she continues, not allowing me the option to refuse. “I have the constant need to urinate. I feel like I could shit a brick. I have heartburn from hell. And I am so hungry I could eat a horse.”

  Colostrum? What the fuck is colostrum? And why is it leaking from her nipples?

  I don’t answer her for a minute as I try to process the list she has just heatedly rattled off, a list I need to get onto. The fact she could eat a horse stands out to me as the first problem I can solve.

  My absent reply—I can only assume—frustrates her further as she huffs and starts to turn away. “They are just back spasms, Bryce. I didn’t think it was that important.”

  I soften my voice, feeling like an absolute piece of shit for making her upset. “Hunny, everything to do with you and our baby is important.”

  She stops, turns back around and sighs, exhaustion clearly present. “Honestly, they come and go. They haven’t bothered me until recently. I used to get them a lot when I was pregnant with Charli which is why Rick caught onto it straight away. I’m not deliberately keeping my ailments from you.”

  I take the remaining steps between us and place my hands on her shoulders. “I want to know everything, EVERYTHING that is happening with that body of yours. I can’t help if you don’t tell me what is going on.”

  Wrapping her hands around my waist, she closes the remaining distance between us as she pulls herself to me, the gorgeous bulge in her belly preventing our complete unity. “Okay, but you can’t help me shit a brick, or stop me from constantly peeing.”

  “No, but I can dish you up a horse.”

  She laughs. “I know my cravings are crazy, but steed sandwiches are definitely a no no.”

  “What’s colostrum?” I ask, my thoughts back to her nipples.

  She pulls away and smiles then lets out an adorable giggle. “It’s pre-breast milk.”

  Pre-breast milk? I can’t help but look at her breasts.

  Suddenly, I feel a slap and a push to my chest and she is no longer in my arms.

  “I’m not going to drown you in it, you know,” Alexis deadpans as she walks away.

  “What? I...I didn’t say that.”

  I quickly take off, capturing her and holding her back to my front.

  “You didn’t have to,” she says in a sulky voice. “You looked at my breasts as though they were ready to shoot at you like a fire hose.”

  I laugh out loud. “I did not. Although...”

  Feeling her struggle to free herself from my arms, I hold her tighter, her freedom not even in the cards. “I’m kidding. No, seriously, I just thought they couldn’t leak anything until after BB is born. And speaking of BB, can we please discuss names? I really cannot bring myself to call him that anymore.”

  “Why not? It’s cute.” She drops her head back onto my shoulder and looks up at me with a smirk. “I was actually thinking of calling him that officially.”

  I squint at her, narrowing my gaze and trying to assess whether she is bluffing or not. “Don’t kid a kidder, my love”

  “I’m not.”

  “You better be, because there is no way in hell we are naming our son BB.”

  She bites the inside of her bottom lip and smiles. “Fine, but I at least want his name to begin with B.”

  “Why?”

  “No reason,” she shrugs.

  Leaning forward, I plant a quick kiss on her forehead, causing her eyes to close momentarily. I love how her eyelids fall heavy for the smallest of moments when I kiss her. It shows her vulnerability to my touch. “Okay, the letter B it is. It’s a good letter,” I confidently grin at her.

  “Hmm, I know,” she moans, arching her head back further, her lips reaching for mine.

  Lowering my head so that I can give her what she wants, what I want—what I always want, to taste her—I savour the feel of her sweet warm mouth, the soft silky glide of her tongue against mine. She tastes like the most delectable form of oral consumption known to man, and I am the lucky son of a bitch who solely gets to consume her.

  Regretfully, I separate my mouth from hers and pull away. “I have a little work to do.”

  She pouts, and it’s so fucking lovable. “Fine, you important business man. I have a date with a very naughty priest anyway.”

  What naughty priest? This is the first I’ve heard of Alexis being religious.

  I pull my head back from her in slight disbelief. “Priest?”

  “Yes, Father Stearns.”

  “Are you Catholic?”

  “No. But after reading this book, I’m thinking of possibly converting.”

  “What book?”

  She laughs and gives me a little shove. “Never mind. Go, go and do what you do.”

  I take a few steps backward in the direction of my office, still confused by this Stearns bloke.

  Still laughing, Alexis blows me a kiss. “Don’t look so concerned.”

  “I’m not. I’m not scared of a priest.”

  As I turn and open the door to my office, I hear her mumble something barely audible until I hear the word clown.

  I pause.

  “I love you,” she calls out, giggling.

  “Hmmm,” is my only response.

  ***

  I spend the next hour looking up baby names beginning with the letter B. Let’s just ignore the fact that I am supposed to be finalising the complex’s involvement in the upcoming AFL Grand Final celebrations, because the thought of giving my son a name is far more important.

  “Bailey,” I say to myself. Nah, too much like Irish Cream. “Bane,” I voice with a wishy-washy tone. Hmmm.

  I decide to check the meaning behind that particular name. “Son of a farmer.” No, that won’t do, although, he is the grandson of a farmer.

  I keep scanning.

  “Beaver?” Are you fucking for real, who would call their son Beaver? “Bowel?” Now that’s just cruel. I shake my head and keep reading down the list. “Boyd.” Maybe. It does say that Boyd means blonde haired,
and I’m fairly certain our son will be blonde.

  Scanning further down the list, I spot my name. Curious as to its meaning, I read on. “Ambitious and quick minded,” I smile and nod. Fuckin’ oath, I am.

  My phone rings, breaking my attention to the name searching. I pick it up and notice Derek’s goofy looking face on my screen. “Hey, Mate. What’s goin’ on?”

  “I was thinking ‘bout the intro song for the next gig. How ‘bout ‘Birth’ by 30STM?” Derek suggests, apparently forgetting the courtesy of a greeting.

  “Yeah, nice! Have you spoken to Will about it? That song is all about the drums.”

  “Yeah, Will’s on board.”

  “Good. I guess we open with ‘Birth’ then,” I reply, still gazing at the list of names on the screen in front of me.

  “You busy?”

  “No, not really. Just lookin’ up baby names.”

  “Call the little tacker Derek.”

  “Fuck off, Dickhead. I’m not calling him Derek.”

  “Why? It means big knob.”

  I roll my eyes even though he can’t see it. “Yeah, you can say that again.”

  Ignoring my insult, Derek continues. “He who owns largest cock. Almighty and powerful with massive dong.”

  While he’s spinning bullshit into my ear, I look up the real meaning of his name. “You are bloody shittin’ me,” I say out loud.

  “What? You just looked up my name, didn’t you? What’s it say? It says big cock doesn’t it?”

  “No. It says full of shit,” I answer, closing the subject when really it had said ‘the people’s ruler’. I’ll be damned if I’m going to tell him that, he loves and worships himself enough as it is.

  “What did it say? I wanna know.”

  “Look it up yourself. Hey, while I’ve got you, Alexis wanted to know if you and Carly could come round for dinner tonight.”

  “I’ll check with the Mrs and get back to you. It should be fine though. Hey, you cookin’?”

  I smile at his reference to Carly as his ‘Mrs’. Derek has never been the settling down type. For some reason though, Carly has managed to whip his playboy ways into submission.

  “Yeah, I’m cookin’. Ain’t I always?”

  “I want that pasta stuff you made a while back.”

  I know which ‘pasta stuff’ he is referring to because he helped himself to about four servings. “No can do. It has ricotta in it. Alexis can’t eat that. It could be harmful to the baby.”

  “Ah, shit!” he groans.

  “I’ll do a lasagna. That alright?”

  “Done.”

  “Good. Talk to Carly and let me know. Dinner is at 6 p.m.”

  “Will do, Mate.”

  We disconnect the call, and I return my attention back to the names in front of me. So far I’ve jotted down Boyd and Billy. I lean back in my chair and run my hands through my hair, feeling frustrated. How can you name your son when you haven’t seen him yet? What if he doesn’t look like a Billy or a Boyd?

  I decide to give up my search for the time being and discuss it with Alexis later...in bed...where I hold all the power.

  Locking my fingers together behind my head, I smile satisfactorily to myself, now visualising her on the cusp of climax, her orgasm teetering on the very edge ready to wash over her in sensational waves. The mental picture I now have affords me a sense of total domination, not to mention a stiff dick. Because it’s in those moments when she is lying underneath me that she will do and say anything I ask. It’s in those moments where I hold the supremacy. Those moments are my favourite form of control.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “Mmmm, that smells delicious,” Alexis moans from behind as she wraps her arms around my waist.

  Just the sound of her moan—whether or not it holds a sexual undertone—stirs my dick within my pants. How she manages to do this to me so often has me perplexed...but not in a bad way.

  “Here, have a taste.” I turn to face her and hold up a spoon containing some of my bolognese sauce for her to try.

  Watching as she gently blows the spoon through her sweet plump lips, my dick now decides that he too, wants in on some of her blowing action.

  She takes the spoon into her mouth, her lips pressing together around the stainless steel implement, and I can’t help but watch like it’s the most intriguing sight to be seen by anyone, anytime. Suddenly, the lids of her eyes spring apart, and her intently focussed and astonished stare finds mine. Appreciation radiates from her face as I drag the spoon back out of her mouth, deliberately wiping some of the remnants across her lips and chin as I remove it. She raises her hand to wipe my apparent clumsy smear when I gently grab it mid-raise. Our eyes lock, ignite, and burn each other with intense passion, love, yearning, and lust.

  Slowly shaking my head at her and indicating that she not wipe her face, I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss on her wrist. She smells like flowers and musk, and her skin delicately caresses my face as I drag my cheek and lips across it.

  As I softly place each kiss up the inside of her arm—gradually making my way to my destination—her breathing becomes rapid, her chest rising and falling in short bursts. I can’t help but notice her eyelids flutter with each press of my lips, together with the subtle shade of pink forming across both of her cheeks.

  Smiling the fulfilment of a man who knows how to satisfy his woman, I let go of her hand as my mouth reaches her neck, nibbling and sucking her most sensitive spots.

  “You are so good at that,” she praises me as she sucks in a ragged breath.

  “Hunny, I’m fucking good at a lot of things,” I mumble into her skin.

  Threading her hands into my hair, she grips it tightly. “Don’t I know it.”

  Alexis tugs my head mildly, yet with enough assertiveness to send a searing jolt of wicked excitement right through me and down to my twitching cock. A cock which is aware of its pending duty to stiffen and take form, rubbing the satin of my boxer shorts and hardening against my denim jeans. The newly confined space in my pants gives me the increasing urge to unleash my erection and slide it into her warm wet pussy.

  I know she’s wet; it never takes me long to have her drenched with arousal. Fuck!

  “Alexis,” I growl, as I push my hips against her and raise my lips to the corner of her mouth. With a quick glide of my tongue, I remove the sauce I deliberately planted there. She doesn’t allow me long to linger at that spot, seizing my mouth with her own in an aggressive yet passionate attack. We taste each other, suck each other, lick each other, and moan one another’s name.

  Alexis reaches between us and undoes my fly, the sound of the zipper’s release assisting my already hardened state. She yanks down my jeans and boxer shorts in one swift move, allowing my cock to spring free with relief, only to be surrounded once again, yet this time by warm and possessive hands. Frenzied and visibly hankering, she grips my shaft and then slowly glides both hands up it as though she is praying to God for the privilege. Little does she know the privilege is all mine.

  “Hunny, I fucking love it when you stroke me like that,” I groan into her mouth before licking her bottom lip teasingly.

  She runs her tongue over the spot I have just tasted and pulls away slightly. “What else do you fucking love me doing to your cock?” she asks, wicked intentions blaring from her.

  Alexis is my angel, the most pure light in my life. Yet when I stir the sexual desire within her, the sinful, carnal, and unashamed amatory devil emerges. I have the best of both worlds and I fucking love it.

  “Well?” she asks, her voice saturated in innocence.

  The sensation her hands are applying to my cock renders me speechless momentarily, as if she has cast a spell of lip paralysing pleasure. I try to respond, but then she sticks her pointer finger in my mouth and caresses my tongue before taking it back out again. I watch eagerly as she reaches back down between us and swirls the now moist digit over the top of my crown. Jesus fucking Christ! “Tell me, Bryce. Do you l
ike it when I make it wet? Kiss it? Lick it? And suck it?” she asks, the intent behind her eyes uncamouflaged by her innocent grin.

  “Yes,” I hiss, leaning back against the counter.

  Alexis goes to kneel in front of me, and as much as I find it incredibly sexy seeing her on her knees, I can’t find it within myself to let her kneel on the floor in her current condition.

  I gently stop her by placing my hands on her shoulders. “Wait!”

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t have you kneeling on the floor, my love,” I inform her, as I sweep a loose tendril of hair away from her face.

  Hoisting myself up on the bench top, I provide a more comfortable height and position for her to take me in her mouth. “Better?”

  She smiles lovingly at me and steps between my legs, taking hold of my cock once more. “Awww, such a gentleman,” she drawls.

  “Do you like it when I’m a gentleman?”

  “Yes...and sometimes no.”

  “What do you want me to be now?”

  Smiling seductively, she lowers her head. “I want to you shut up and let me suck your cock,” she replies, mumbling the last couple of words as she envelops my hard length with her mouth. Fuck me! She sucks better than a Dyson. I swear all vacuums would bow at her feet if they were aware of her talents.

  Her lips glide up and down my shaft as her hand slowly pumps my base, the building pressure in the head of my dick nothing short of sensational. I love it when she takes me in her mouth, the feelings she elicits with her lips and tongue. But what I love most of all is watching her head bob continuously while her eyes fuck me mischievously, her eyes and the passion within them ruling me completely. Let’s face it, it’s moments like this that cement the fact I would walk to the ends of the earth for Alexis. Yes, it’s only a blow job, but I am a bloke after all, and truth be told, it’s a fucking awesome blow job.

  She cups my balls, making my cock tighten and my jaw clench, bringing me one step closer to exploding with release. Noticing her lips dance a playful smile, I am instantly aware of what she is about to do, this expression always leading to her favourite move. She tongues the tip of my crown like a lollypop, causing me to jerk uncontrollably. Bloody hell!