Harkham's Corner (Harkham's Series Book 3)

by Lowell, Chanse

  “I can do this.” Adam sat taller.

  “Of course you can. It won’t be a problem at all, will it?”

  “Absolutely not. I’m a doctor, and I know how bad that stuff is for me. I’ve been meaning to quit. Was just waiting for school to be over, and I only have a few more weeks to go.” Adam shifted in his seat.

  Meg shushed them.

  Zach chuckled. “How many juice boxes did you drink tonight?”

  “Three. All small.”

  “How many sodas?” Zach’s brows inched up.

  “Five. All small.”

  Zach laughed. “I’ll bet.”

  “How many beers have you had?”

  “One. All huge.” Zach’s brows lifted even higher and lowered a few times. He was like a puppet, his facial expressions too large.

  “You look silly.” Adam pointed at his eyebrows.

  “And you look entirely too sober. Let’s get drunk just one more time before we start this healthy living crap.” Zach pulled out his phone and checked his schedule. “Friday night. You. Me. Beers. Good times.”

  “No thanks. I spend Friday nights with pizza, Mari and the kids.”

  Zach tossed his head back, then let it drop. “Give me a break. You’re such a pansy nowadays. No fun at all.”

  “You said I never was any fun even as a teenager just last week, so why would I change now that I have a family? That’s not a smart thing to do. I’m consistent—reliable. My wife knows what to expect.”

  Zach snorted. “Yeah, a naked man knocking her up every year—that’s what she can count on.”

  “We don’t know that she’s pregnant yet.” Adam growled under his breath, “She’s not with child.”

  “Mommy’s gonna have a baby?” Meg perked up.

  “Oh, see? See what you did?” Adam groaned. “She didn’t need to hear that.” He glared at his brother. “Thanks a lot!”

  “You’re welcome. Have some drinks with me, and you’ll forget all about it.”

  Adam settled Meg back down after telling her uncle Zach was only teasing.

  “You only want me to go with you so you can hit on this lady again. That’s what this is about, right? She’ll feel sorry for you when she meets your handicapped brother?” Adam’s right brow quirked up, but only the normal amount. He wasn’t going to be a puppet-face like his brother.

  “No.” Zach blew out. “She’s super nice, and she’s great to talk to. I won’t need you for that. She won’t care about you, and besides”—he slapped the side of the couch—“you’re not handicapped. You’re eccentric, and a soda addict. All good things.”

  “I’m not done with you,” Adam said, standing up. The movie was over. “I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll figure out this soda and beer strike we’re having.”

  “It’s not a strike. It’s a challenge, and I never lose.” Zach rolled his shoulders and stretched a little, then pounded his right fist into his left palm.

  “You’re goofy as ever.” Adam waved, picked up Meg and she said goodbye.

  Zach hollered at him right before Adam shut the door. “Hey, you didn’t clean up this Lego mess. And just so you know . . . I’m seeing her again.”

  “So foolish,” Adam mumbled as he took his little girl back home where their junk food was better, and he could sneak in one last soda.

  * * *

  “This is about as foolish as Zach dating already.” Adam grabbed the back of his neck and squeezed. His stomach was trying to leap out of him.

  “It’s not a bad idea. You said the people in that club loved all your music. I wanna hear them anyway, and my mom’s been asking about them, too. Everyone loves your songs.” Mari beamed at him.

  “But Thomas . . .”

  “Let’s not tell him. Make an alias. Put it under a new name, and see what happens.” She handed him a soda, but he declined.

  “Are you okay?” She felt his brow.

  “I’m fine. I’m gonna be healthier for you.” He grimaced as she took the soda away.

  “I’m all for that, but is this because of your dad’s cancer?” She put it back in the fridge.

  He should tell her to throw it out, but he didn’t have the nerve to do that yet.

  “Nothing I do has anything to do with Thomas Matthews.” Adam took his laptop back and pulled up his song he’d made for her that he hadn’t played for her yet.

  She returned, set a large glass of ice water before him and then took a seat next to him, smiling. “Good for you—quitting soda all on your own.”

  “It’s not on my own. It’s for gain. Zach’s gonna stop drinking beer, and hopefully he’ll stop chasing this woman because he’ll be sober and thinking.”

  “Hmm . . . Thinking—but not with his head regardless if he’s completely sober or not.” She flashed him a knowing grin.

  “Okay, he’s lost, and he likes women. I get it, but you can listen to this. It’s for you.”

  Her eyes lit up. “For me? When did you write this?”

  “Right before my last test. It hit me like a typhoon. I needed to get it out of my head, so I did it. Not a big deal.”

  “Sweetie, it’s a huge deal to me.” She moved him over and sat on his lap.

  He smiled like a lunatic and started the song.

  She snuggled into him and made a soft, cooing sound. “I love it already.”

  “It’s barely started. Think about what it means while you listen. Form images in your mind.” He stroked her hair. “So soft . . .” He kissed her ear. Why did he want to mount her on the table? This was a nice moment, and all he could think about right now was really rough, pounding sex.

  “Adam, this is genius . . .”

  “Should I put it on YouTube?”

  “No.” She reached back and gripped the nape of his neck. “It’s mine.”

  Wow. She was so possessive. It traveled straight through his body and landed in his groin. He had to—he moved her hair away from the side of her neck and bit her.

  “Mmm . . .” She squirmed, rubbing on his hardening length. “Love it when you do that.”

  “Love it when you move around on top of me like that.” He moaned and bit his way down her neck, landing at the top of the slope of her shoulder. She tipped her head back, resting it on his opposite shoulder.

  He hummed the song in her ear along with the music. “It’s about us. It’s about the way you touch me. It always feels good. It’s always right.”

  “I’m so spoiled.” She made a happy, humming sound.

  “You’re not spoiled nearly enough.”

  Meg entered the room. “I need juice, Mommy.”

  “We don’t have any.” Mari moved to get up to take care of their daughter.

  Adam grabbed his wife tight. “Stay here,” he whispered in her ear. He looked at Meg. “It’s hidden—but if you go clean up your mess in the living room, pick up all those crayons from earlier, then I’ll get you some as soon as this songs ends.” He smiled.

  Meg stood there for a moment, her lips smooshed together, her eyes revealing her thinking. Always calculating—always weighing her options. Smart girl.

  He waited, knowing what she would choose.

  “If I put away crayons, then we can’t dance on them,” Meg told him.

  “Good point. Hmm . . . Maybe we can dance on them on the next song?”

  “Ad-am!” Mari smacked his leg. “It’ll break all those crayons.”

  “We have more.” He shrugged, bubbly feelings taking over his chest. They would dance to his music as Mari loaded them onto YouTube. “But we don’t want to lie, do we?” He directed his comments to Mari. “I’ll take credit for my music. If Thomas bothers me about it, I’ll figure out what to do. My real dad will help me out.”

  “Good choice.” Mari leaned forward, and he scratched her back.

  When the song ended, Meg clapped. “So good! I like it. Can I hum it when I go to sleep tonight?”

  “Nope. I’ll hum it for you.” Adam waved her over.

  Meg ran
the other way, humming it like a little stinker.

  “She stole my song,” Adam said, chuckling.

  “Yes, she did.” Mari turned in his lap, slung her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, rubbing noses. “I’m so proud of you. Your music is amazing.”

  “You really think so? This isn’t just being a nice wife? ‘Cause you don’t have to be the squishy, soft kind right now. You can be mean and hard and tell me it’s bad if it is.”

  “Adam.” She gave him a focused look, and her hands slid down to his shoulders. She shook him a little. “Do I ever lie to you?”

  “Not that I know of, but you probably should sometimes.” He laughed. “Zach says you’re too nice to me. He says I’m a pain in the ass, and you should tell me that more often.”

  “Zach’s a hormonal dick, but he’s our brother, so we have to love him.” She shook her head, smiling. “Don’t listen to him on this. He’s dead wrong.”

  “All right, then, I won’t.” He kissed her, helped her stand up and then moved their party into the living room.

  Mari put the songs onto YouTube one by one, and he and Meg danced on top of crayons to his wife’s dismay.

  She said something about them grinding the crayons into the carpet, or something like that, but he didn’t listen. He was just glad his feet wouldn’t hurt this time like the Lego dance had done.

  Crayons were much happier on feet and round, too.

  Round was always good. Like Mari’s breasts.

  He gave her a heated look when she played the next song.

  This one was about him climbing on top of her, ripping her clothes off with his teeth and then biting her pubis until she came undone.

  That was a good fantasy.

  She was a good fantasy.

  In his lab coat, she was sexy and sizzling, and everything his cock desired.

  Without any warning, he went and retrieved it.

  “Put this on,” he told her, shoving it her way.

  She smirked and reached for it.

  “You know what I really want. Nothing on underneath,” he said.

  “But Meg . . .” Her brows inched up.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom then. Button’s asleep, and this won’t take long.” He motioned for her to get moving.

  Her eyes went heavy, and she did as he asked.

  “Very nice when you do what I say,” he said, shutting the door softly.

  Button was sound asleep in his crib. Good. This would be very good, and no one would bother them.

  Mari watched him intently as she peeled off her clothes as slowly as possible. A moment later, she went to the closet and grabbed her heels, sliding them on. She fastened up the lab coat, making sure to leave the top two buttons undone so her cleavage was bared.

  “You make me harder than you can know.” He gripped his length through his clothes.

  “Why don’t you show me?” Her eyes traveled to his bulge.

  “I’d rather you undress me, then you can get a nice peek for yourself.” He motioned for her to join him.

  She sauntered over to him, and before he could tell her what he wanted, she dropped to her knees before him.

  Pop. Ziiiiip.

  She yanked at his pants until they were down around his ankles. His boxers were next.

  “In my fantasies, you look exactly like this,” she told him.

  “Dressed for work?” His brows mushed together. “How is that any different than every work day when I come home and see you?”

  She reached back and stroked his scrotum. He made this gruff purring noise.

  “No, I mean like this,” she said with a growl, gripping his dick tight between both hands. “This look you’re giving me now.”

  “Oh, God, that’s . . . That’s it, sweetheart. Be tight with my cock. It likes that a lot.” He watched her every move.

  She wore that bitey, hungry look he adored so much.

  He leaned over her and slid open the top drawer of his nightstand. The lube was right on top where he left it last night.

  He wished at times she wasn’t so dry in her pussy from nursing, but he understood why. It didn’t mean she didn’t want his dick—it meant her body was trying to make it unfriendly so she couldn’t get pregnant as easily. That was probably a good thing in their case, since he fucked her as often as he could, and they couldn’t afford to have another baby so soon.

  “You should know I’m thinking about having my hard dick in you as soon as humanly possible.” He stroked her hair, petting her in a soft, tender way.

  She had her mouth around his hard shaft, staring up in his eyes. “Later,” she said, taking a deep breath then going back to sucking him.

  “We’ve had oral a lot lately, both of us,” he said, then took a sharp inhale. Her finger found its way to his anus.

  She hadn’t done that in years. Not since they’d been newlyweds.

  “Oh Jesus!” His legs tightened, and his spine went stiff.

  “You need this,” she said, wiggling backward until she was up against the edge of the bed.

  He handed her the lube without thinking, then shuffled toward her, leaving his pants and boxers behind. With shaking hands, he managed to rip his shirt off and fling it on top of the bed.

  With a greedy, gulping sound, she surrounded his dick once more with her mouth.

  She lubed up her finger she’d had on his asshole, then moved it right back there.

  For several minutes, he swayed with her sucking, leaning into her, reveling in the sensations, and then . . . Oh shit!

  “You’re inside me, Mari, and I never . . . We’ve never done this before,” he said with a gasp.

  His balls jerked and tightened. It was overwhelming. He gasped again as she slowly rocked her finger in deeper, then retracted almost to the opening, then deeper once again.

  “Oh, fuck, but I . . . This is more than I . . . I only wanted to fuck you in my lab coat,” he managed to say with a high pitched whimper.

  With her free hand, she undid another button on the coat. “Fuck my tits, then. Enjoy this,” she told him.

  He placed his cock between her breasts, and one of them leaked for a moment.

  “Oh, my fucking Gaaaawwwd, that’s hotter than hell!” He licked his lips, his eyes following the dripping milk down her tit as he began pumping his dick between her breasts he was smooshing together with his hands.

  He had to lean over a little to do that, but it seemed to be just fine for her, because she kept fingering his insides.

  “Fuck—that’s good.” She watched his tip leak profusely. “I’ve always wanted to milk your prostate, and now that I’m—just fuck. It’s gorgeous.” Her tongue extended, and she lapped at it.

  His head tipped back. “I . . . I may come soon,” he said, voice shaky.

  “Come whenever you want, baby. It’s your lab coat you’ll dirty up, and my breasts that you own.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

  Her fingers prodded inside him, then swirled over that sensitive spot. That had to be his male G-spot.

  “Oh shit, oh, shit, oh God, I like that, but I . . . It’s almost painful it’s so good.” He clamped his teeth together and made this hissing noise. How much longer could he hold out?

  He didn’t want her to stop. This was too good and too dirty, and all the things he never knew he wanted. Or once wanted a long time ago, but he must’ve forgotten.

  “Wow, you’re coming,” she said.

  He dropped his head and looked down. He was? How was that possible? He hadn’t felt it.

  As soon as he saw his tip spurting and her catching it in her mouth, he exploded, and the most intense wave rolled through him, making his knees buckle.

  He gripped the back of her head for support, jerking in spastic movements in place.

  “Ohhhhhh dear Gaaaaaawwwd, that’s . . .” He panted and tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. Her finger inside him swiped over that spot once more, intensifying his orgasm, doubling its strength and making it last longer
. “Mmmmmnnn-nnnhhh,” he whimpered, his throat closing off on him. He struggled to find air through his nostrils. His mouth watered, so he had to suck back the saliva.

  His balls tingled like crazy, and so did his inner thighs.

  “My Lord, that was incredible,” she said in awe, slowly retreating her finger out of his ass.

  He released the back of her head.

  Bad idea, because she went after his dick with her tongue once more, swiping at the come still there, catching every drop.

  He yelped and tried to jump away—he was too sensitive, but she gripped his thighs and held him still.

  “Mine,” she growled.

  “Holy shit—have it then,” he said, chuckling, watching her and realizing this was officially the sexiest thing he’d ever seen—his wife in his lab coat, covered in his come, her licking off the few remnants of it that dribbled down his dick, and her breasts bared and creamy, dripping with her milk along with his semen as well.

  Goddamn, he might need to figure out some other outfit of his she could wear, because this needed a repeat, but with some added, extra props so she wouldn’t grow bored.

  * * *

  Ugh, he was sick of this. Sick of talking about his songs.

  People kept calling him and bugging him about them over the last few days. It had been less than a week, and already it was irritating him. They wanted more.

  “It’s got so many likes, I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner.” Mari pointed at the computer screen.

  “Does it matter?”

  “Doesn’t it matter to you?” She inched her brows together.

  “What’s wrong now?”

  “You act like you don’t care, but I know you do. Why are you doing this?” She stood up and approached him, then dragged him by the arm over to the proof. She pointed. “Look at how many people love it. Don’t you think you could sell these songs yourself?”

  “How?” He blinked and scratched his stubbled chin. He really needed to shave, but he was too tired. It was his day off.

  “Well, I was doing some research. I found this site called Chewaloo, and you can sell basically anything you want online. They don’t take any money from you. They just help you create it.” She was breathless as she said the words. “We can create a website and sell it there. With the link, you know.”