Declan Reede: The Untold Story (Complete Series)

by Michelle Irwin

  “Oh, Santa,” she murmured as her eyes roamed hungrily over my body. “I didn’t realise you’d be home from your rounds so early.” She pouted. “I haven’t even finished getting dressed.”

  In the moment it took me to compose myself enough to speak, I recognised the lyrics to the song playing on the stereo and had to smirk at her choice of “Santa Baby.”

  I almost chuckled at the thought of being seduced to the accompaniment of a Christmas carol, but the absolutely earnest look on Alyssa’s face stopped me.

  “I, umm . . . I don’t mind,” I murmured to her as I stretched one arm out to her in invitation.

  “But I’ve been trying so hard to be on the good list.” The way she said the word hard sent a message straight down to my groin.

  “Hmmm, you have been rather naughty this year, haven’t you?”

  She nodded and took one step closer to me. “You wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve done this year.”

  “Santa sees everything,” I told her, my voice low and needful.

  She giggled. “Oh, I hope not. Otherwise he’d be a dirty perve.” Her fingers traced the line of the fur edging her breasts.

  My fingers twitched with longing to touch them myself.

  I quirked my eyebrow at her and patted my lap. “Well, just for the sake of not ruining Santa’s reputation, why don’t you sit in my lap and tell me what you’ve done that is so naughty?”

  She took a step closer. “I’ve had improper thoughts about someone.”

  I couldn’t stop my grin. “That’s not so bad. You can’t control your thoughts, only your actions.”

  She inched closer until her thighs were resting on the bed. “I’ve touched myself,” she whispered. “Down there.” Her fingertips trailed along her stomach before brushing against her pussy.

  I gulped. She knew precisely what she was doing to me. I was surprised I had the willpower to stay on the bed rather than throwing myself at her and claiming her roughly.

  The mattress dipped as she climbed onto the bed, crawling across it until she was straddling my stomach. She put her lips alongside my ear. Her hot breath caressed the side of my face as she whispered, “I’ve even seduced a married man, and I plan on doing that over and over.”

  I was beyond words and groaned out something incoherent.

  Her nose skimmed along my chin before her lips pressed softly to the column of my throat. Her heat permeated through her panties onto my stomach. I longed for her to sit just a little further south.

  She licked and sucked on my throat for another couple of seconds, while my hands reached up under her sheer outfit and ran along the smooth skin of her back. Before long, her mouth was back near my ear. Her voice, soft and breathy, teased me. “I’d do anything to get back on the good list.”

  Her words radiated through me. “Anything?” I repeated with as much volume as I could muster.

  “Anything,” she declared lustfully.

  “Fuck me!” I growled. We might have been apart for four years only to reunite little more than twelve months ago, but she knew exactly what to do to reduce me to a puddle of need and desire.

  A mocking grin played on her luscious lips. “Oh, I plan to. Just not quite yet.”

  She planted delicate, nerve-shattering kisses down my chest, sliding her sensuous body along mine until her knees rested near my shins. I watched her the whole way, knowing these would be images I would recall frequently on lonely nights to come. She teased the fur trim around my waist slowly, dipping her fingers underneath and stroking my skin. I threw my head back and collapsed onto the bed.

  Her mouth teased and tortured me a few minutes longer before her wanton fingers slid underneath my boxers and dragged them slowly off. The fur trim tickled as it grazed my rock-hard cock. Seconds later, warmth and wetness replaced the soft texture.

  I pushed myself up on one elbow and was blessed with the sight of Alyssa’s perfect lips wrapped around my dick. A strangled murmur of absolute pleasure escaped me as she sucked my full length into her mouth. I dug my fingers into her silky hair. My strokes matching the rhythm of her mouth as she drew me in deeply. Her tongue caressed my length inside her mouth, swirling across the tip whenever she pulled back.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered with reverence. I was still amazed that she was mine; wholly and solely mine.

  She laughed softly around my length, the vibrations of her throat sending tremors through my body. If she kept up the same pace, I wouldn’t last long. I placed a shaky hand on her shoulder and released a series of grunts and groans that were meant to resemble, “Stop, Lys, or I’ll come.”

  I offered her my hand and gently coaxed her back up my body. When she reached my mouth, I flipped her over and began to trace the lines of her body I’d been fantasising about since my first glimpse of her outfit. My tongue trailed along the curve of her breasts, and I rubbed my nose softly against the white fur resting against her collarbone.

  As I explored her body, my hips ground into her. The sensation of the soft fur on her panties rubbing against my stomach each time I thrust forward threatened to undo me.

  From the sounds she made, I was certain she had no complaints about the feeling either.

  After peeling her underwear away, I trailed my fingers across her pussy. My tongue traced along her once before pressing her open with my fingers. When her hips arched, I slid my fingers into her wetness as my tongue brushed across her clit.

  Moving upward with my mouth, I kissed a trail up her stomach and onto her breasts, shifting the material out of my way as I went. My dick begged for some attention, so I removed my fingers and climbed up her body.

  I longed for her so badly.

  Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I kissed her throat and chest as I pushed inside her. With each thrust, moans of ecstasy escaped her lips. I kissed her sweetly, enjoying every second of my time loving her

  The nightgown, although sheer, obstructed my view. I unclasped it, revealing her perfect breasts. I kissed my way around her chest, moving steadily and lavishing attention on both nipples equally. She writhed and bucked into me. It was my cue to move a little faster. A little harder. A little deeper. I continued to love her body while rocking into the heaven resting between her legs.

  I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I didn’t want to come so soon, so I flipped us again, granting her control. The sight of her above me, her lips plump and full from our kisses, the swell of her breasts rocking in time to our movements, it all sent me into overdrive and made me change my mind about it being better with her on top. On top of me or underneath, she was still driving me to oblivion far too fast.

  Sitting up, I grabbed her hips to guide her up my body. At first she seemed a little confused, but she went along with my silent directions anyway. I helped her onto her knees before grabbing her arse cheeks with my hands, dipping my head, and sucking on her clit.

  “Oh, my fucking God!” she exclaimed as her hands found my hair and pressed my face further into her.

  With the angle afforded by the new position, I was able to reach different spots with my tongue. I worshipped her with my mouth until she came apart above me. Once her elbows buckled and I supported the bulk of her weight, I pushed her down my body a little and slid her over me again. I sat upright and wrapped her body around me, rocking her hips with my hands. This time when I was close, I had no desire to stop. At least I’d sent Alyssa to heaven before it was over—that was all that mattered. I clutched her arse tightly and bit into her shoulder lightly as I came with a rush.

  After my body had stopped pulsating, I collapsed back onto the bed, pulling Alyssa with me. Eventually, my breathing recovered enough to allow me to talk. “I’ve never had so much fun unwrapping a present before.”

  She giggled and then whispered, “That wasn’t your present.”

  I pushed her off me a little to inspect her expression. “What?”

  “You don’t get your present until Christmas.”

  I p
outed, but then I looked over at the clock. “It’s past midnight.”

  She grinned and sat upright. “You’re right. Thank goodness for that, ’cause keeping this secret is killing me.”

  I furrowed my brow in confusion. She climbed off the bed, refastening the sheer red number as she went. She disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, she had a small, long box in her hand, about the right size for a watch. It was wrapped in gold paper and had a big purple bow on it.

  I unwrapped it carefully, watching her expression as I did. It showed her excitement, but there was also a trace of apprehension around the corners of her eyes.

  Once I’d made my way down to the box itself, I gently pulled the lid off and then peered inside. It took me a second to understand exactly what I saw nestled amongst the tissue paper.

  A tiny stick.

  A plastic strip with two pink bars.

  Once it had dawned on me, I couldn’t stop the smile from crossing my face.

  “Really?” I asked, wondering if her smile at the Christmas party a few days earlier when we’d heard Morgan and Eden were expecting had held a few more secrets than my own.

  She nodded.

  I glanced down again as if expecting everything to be different when I did. But the gift was there, unchanged. The positive pregnancy test. “We’re having another baby?”

  “Are you sure it’s what you want?” she asked, apprehension clear in her voice.

  “Fuck, Lys, I can’t think of a time I’ve ever had a better Christmas present,” I said as I pulled her tightly against my chest. “Except maybe last year when you said yes to being my wife.”

  CHAPTER TWO: PLAYING FAVOURITES

  THE SQUEAL ECHOED through the empty house too early in the morning.

  I shifted my arm off my face and checked the clock beside the bed. Fuck, it wasn’t even four yet. After our post-midnight bedtime, it was far too early to be awake. The door to our bedroom swung open seconds after the squeal cut off and then Phoebe was flying through the air onto our bed. When I saw her trajectory—about level with Alyssa’s stomach—I shot up from the bed to catch her. The last thing I wanted was for her to accidentally hurt the baby.

  It was far too fucking early in the morning for pre-schooler football, and I nearly dislocated my shoulder with my fumbling catch. Better that than letting Phoebe land on Alyssa, though. After wrestling her to the bed, my fingers tickled her squishy little sides until she squealed.

  “Hey, princess, why are you in here so early?”

  She climbed to her feet and started bouncing on the bed. “Santa came. Santa came.”

  “Phoebe, don’t—” Alyssa’s sleepy voice cut off with a moan as she pushed herself up. She clamped her hand over her mouth and gagged before swallowing hard and sucking down a breath. When she took her hand away, she continued, “Don’t jump on the bed please, sweetie.”

  Phoebe bounced once more and then landed hard on her knees, just inches from Alyssa’s belly. I gasped when she landed. I uttered a quiet, “Careful.”

  Worried that she might accidentally hurt the baby if she kept jumping on the bed, I grabbed Phoebe again and helped her onto the floor.

  “Mummy isn’t feeling too good,” I said before offering to take Phoebe to her room so she could show me what Santa brought her for Christmas. When I glanced back at Alyssa, she was trying not to laugh. I’d have to ask her why later.

  Phoebe led me into her bedroom and showed me the doll’s house and racetrack she’d gotten. Alyssa and I had a bet over which would end up being her favourite toy. Of course, Alyssa didn’t know I’d tipped the scales in my favour by calling in reinforcements in the form of miniature versions of the stickers from my Bathurst race to go on the slot cars. Phoebe had loved it when I’d placed third in that race, so it gave me an unfair advantage.

  Watching Phoebe show me her dolls and her car that was “just like Daddy’s,” my memory turned to my podium finish at that race. Because Dane Kent, my co-driver, had slipped into the car my rival, Hunter Blake, had vacated, Sinclair Racing hadn’t needed the car back and I’d been able to race once more as a privateer. The last race of the year, the one at Homebush Stadium near Sydney, was a solo race. It offered me one last chance to stretch my legs before taking over at Wood Racing the following year.

  It was during planning for the Homebush that Paige Wood, the owner of Wood Racing, and I had started our negotiations. Although in truth, our first “negotiation” consisted of little more than her snarling at me and hanging up the second I’d spoken. Apparently, she still wasn’t over our run-in on New Year’s Eve or the fact that I’d taken a lower paying, less glorified position at Sinclair over the one she’d offered me.

  Once Alyssa had taken over negotiations and started talking dollars though, Paige came to the party pretty fucking quickly. Especially after Alyssa detailed a decent settlement and handover period, the sponsorship deals she already had lined up, and offered a profit share lasting until the day Paige handed the reins to us fully. It might have seemed like we were giving Paige far too much, and we were sure that’s why she jumped at the sale, but in reality, it was all to protect our investment. I might’ve jagged it at Bathurst, but I wasn’t nearly fucking ready to run a race team single-handedly—especially not when I still had my apprenticeship to finish and a car to drive.

  Despite the hole she’d dug for herself in trying to court me onto her fucking team, Paige wasn’t stupid. She’d run a successful team, and had helped her father do it in the years before that. Much as I hated to admit it, there was some shit I could learn from her. By sharing the profits for the first few years, we would keep Paige motivated to earn maximum dollars.

  By the time the month-long negotiations ended—after email chains that would rival War and Peace for length—everyone was happy; including Danny Sinclair, my former boss and now silent partner.

  After all, it’d been my work that had seen Dane Kent back in a Sinclair Racing car and left Danny able to claim a partial stake in Paige’s company.

  “Daddy, did you see the dolly?” Phoebe said, drawing me back to the present as she handed me one of the dolls from inside the doll’s house. “It looks like Mummy.”

  When I saw the hair and eye colours, it grew clear that Alyssa had some tricks up her sleeve too. “It does. It’s pretty just like her.”

  “She’s my favourite dolly.” Phoebe hugged her doll to her chest.

  “Did Santa bring you that?” Alyssa asked from the doorway, smiling over the top of her cup of tea.

  “Yeah, he did.” She dropped the doll and picked up the slot car. “And he gaved me this too!”

  Alyssa grabbed the car from her, raising her brow at me when she saw the stickers it was decked out with. I nodded toward the doll with my own cynical glare. She smirked into her mug, confirming my suspicion that she was playing as dirty as I had when it came to the Christmas game.

  Phoebe grabbed the car back off Alyssa and set it up on the track again.

  “Good morning,” Alyssa said before planting a kiss on my lips. “How are you feeling this morning . . . about everything?”

  “I’m fucking fantastic.”

  She frowned at my swearing but didn’t comment on it because Phoebe was too engrossed in her toys to care what I said.

  “How are you?” I asked, moving behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist so I could press my hands against her stomach. Before she could answer, I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck.

  The sound that left her went straight to my cock.

  “I’m okay. I need to talk to you, though.”

  A little frown tugged at my brow. “About what?”

  “I’m not made of glass.” She half-twisted in my hold so she could give me a pointed stare. “There isn’t much damage Phoebe can do.”

  “I don’t want her to hurt the—”

  She silenced me with a look.

  “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  “It’s okay. There’s a
little bit of padding by a few vital organs before anything can harm . . .” She trailed off. “So it’s okay. You don’t need to worry about Phoebe accidentally hurting me, okay?”

  It went against my better judgement, but I didn’t want to argue on Christmas morning.

  “Okay.” I sealed my agreement with a kiss against the curve of her neck.

  A series of little noises left her; they weren’t necessarily ones that hinted at enjoyment, but there was a definite bedroom vibe to them.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “My hormones are driving me crazy,” she purred as she pushed her arse back against my cock and her breathing quickened. “It wasn’t like this last time.”

  I rubbed my hands on her stomach, running from just below her breasts down to her pelvis and then back up again. She pushed back harder, and reached around with one hand to cup my arse. “I’m not gonna lie, Lys, I’m pretty fucking glad to hear you weren’t so horny around others.”

  She chuckled, before running her hand along my thigh. “I wish Mum and Dad were coming today,” she murmured as she tipped her head back onto my shoulder. “The things I’d do right now if we had some time alone.”

  The hunger in her eyes when she turned to look at me made it crystal clear what she meant. Fuck. Why did anyone ever complain about their wives getting pregnant? It was making Alyssa rub up and down against me like a dog in heat and I had zero complaints about that at all.

  “Hmm, maybe after breakfast we can convince Phoebe to watch an episode or two of The Wiggles.”

  “Wiggles?” Phoebe jumped up. “Can I?”

  “Go on then,” Alyssa said with a laugh. “You know how to set it up.”

  The instant Phoebe left the room to go downstairs, Alyssa put her cup down on the bedside table and attacked me. Her hands were in my hair and on my shoulders and running over my boxer shorts. They never stopped moving. It was like making out with an octopus, in the best possible way. I couldn’t even move my arms to hold her back because she was moving and shifting, rubbing her body against mine as she backed me up to the wall. Her lips were almost punishing as she kissed me. She was a woman possessed. I took it all—everything she was willing to give me.