Accidental Obsession: Those Malcolm Boys Book 2

by Donn, KL

  It’s obsession in the purest form.

  It’s passion in an elemental pursuit of absolute surrender.

  It’s us burning to be one.

  The way he touches me, with roughened hands, yet softly, with love, gives me a feeling of all-consuming adoration from him. I can feel it in his fingertips. See it in his hooded stare as watches me for cues of what I yearn for more of.

  “Breathe, Isabella,” he coos as he gently picks me up in his arms and stalks towards the stairs, leading to the loft above the horses’ stalls. “Take every breath for me.”

  With my legs around his hips, my arms across his shoulders, and my face buried in his neck, I breathe in his captivating scent. Hay and wood. All man. And completely mine.

  “I love you, Cross.” I’ll never be able to say that enough to this man.

  “More than a sunrise, Bella.” I adore the way he compares his love to things that will never disappear. It’s comforting.

  “I need you,” I urge as he reaches the top and lays me down on a bail of hay covered with a soft blanket. “Deep inside my body.” His groan makes me smile coquettishly. I’m not outspoken in the bedroom, but every once in a while, I shock him.

  “Oh, you’ll get me.” He places a hand on my bare stomach. “Right here. I’ll fill you up nicely.” His grin is predatory.

  I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them past his hips, allowing them to drop to the ground. His sculpted chest is tan with a dusting of dark hair across his pecs and a trail leading from his belly button to his hardness covered by his briefs. My mouth waters at what we’re about to do.

  After spending the past year around Curtis and the brothel, you would think I’d be turned off by the idea of sex, but the truth is, I crave the connection. Maybe it’s because he was my first or because when we met, I inexorably believed in love. Maybe it’s simply Cross.

  I know I’ll never tire of this sight, though. Him ready to take us both on a wild ride into oblivion for as long as we want.

  “This might pinch,” he warns as he leans forward, grabbing my wrists as he does, and tying them above my head to a post with rope hanging down. “I need you to keep still, so we don’t hurt you,” he explains.

  “I trust you.” More than anyone in the universe.

  With both of us completely naked now, Cross clasps my knees and slowly opens my thighs. Placing one foot against each butt cheek and spreading me wide open for his perusal.

  “How’s your pain?” he asks. My ribs are still sore, and while the bruising is nearly gone, there are still traces on my chest.

  “Fine.” I’m breathless as he trails a finger through my wet core and brings the digit up to his mouth.

  “Fine, indeed.” His groan is erotic. “You tell me it’s too much and I’ll stop.” Not a question, a demand. But I won’t speak up. No amount of pain could make me tell him to halt our loving.

  My eyes close to savor the feelings of his cock brushing against my swollen lips before he, oh so slowly, enters my channel. I’ll never get enough of this feeling. I’m still so tight, and he’s so large that it takes a few thrusts before he’s fully immersed inside of me.

  “Hold on tight,” he instructs, and I open my eyes to observe his actions. To feel isn’t enough. I need all of my senses open to Cross.

  Gripping my hips, he pulls me farther down the hay, my arms stretch, my chest burns, but he delves deeper as he positions my legs against his chest and shoulders. His balls slap lightly against my ass as he begins to thrust, our perspiration-covered torsos colliding with each inward drive of his hips. The only part of my body still on the surface under me is my shoulders and even pained, I relish the sensations flourishing through me as the sounds of our connection echo around us.

  “Cross,” I cry when it becomes too much. The pleasure builds inside my womb and spreads like wildfire as I crest into a carnal explosion of ecstasy.

  “Yeah, baby, come for me,” he groans out his own release, and I feel the heat splash into my womb. “Fuck, sparrow, so fucking good.”

  His body collapses as he eases my legs down to settle on his hips, and I enjoy the feel of his heart beating against mine.

  “If there isn’t a baby forming in there this time, I need to get deeper. So much fucking deeper,” he mumbles, making me laugh.

  “I thought you weren’t trying to plant a little one inside of me yet,” I tease him.

  “I lied. I want all the fucking babies. I want your belly so round with our children that nobody could ever miss that you belong to me.” The possessive growl in his tone makes me laugh so hard, my ribs hurt, and I groan.

  “You’re in pain.” His words are matter of fact as he sits up and slips his pants on before untying me and wrapping the blanket around my body.

  “A little bit. But it’s worth it as long as I have you.” Anything is worth that.

  “You’ll always have me, sparrow. Always.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cross

  Eight months later.

  “Stop pacing. Sit down, and enough with the death glares,” Crux scolds me.

  “No,” I bark and continue pacing in front of the window. “It wasn’t supposed to be this long.”

  “Bro.” Crew places a hand on my shoulder as I pass him. “It’s been ten minutes.”

  “Fuck that, it has.” I stare down at my watch and see that it’s only been eight and a half minutes. “Fucking hell.”

  “Take this.” Nick thrusts a coffee cup at me. “Now, sit, before I tackle your ass.”

  “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I mumble into the dark swirling liquid. “She was supposed to be fine.”

  “She is so fine,” Farren’s soft voice says as the doors to surgery on the maternity wing open. “So much more than fine, Cross.” Her tears betray her smile, and my heart sinks.

  “What happened?” I pass the coffee off to Crew as I rush to her side.

  “Nothing, everything. My god. They’re perfect!” Her hands cup my cheeks as she pulls my head down to hers and whispers, “Absolute perfection.”

  “Mr. Malcolm?” A doctor inquires, and I stand up straight.

  “That’s me.”

  “Good, come with me. We have a bit of a surprise for you.” He’s smiling, so even though I’m confused, I follow along down the corridor and past a nurses’ station until he stands in front of a closed door with my wife’s name across it in chalk. “Congratulations, Mr. Malcolm. Don’t hesitate to ring the nurses if you need them. I’ll see you all in a little bit.”

  Even though all I want to do is rush into that room, I’m fucking terrified of what I’ll find. Is Isabella alright? The baby? What happened? Why did she go into labor early, and why did she need an emergency C-section? She was only supposed to be clothes shopping with Farren when I got the call from Nick that they were here. I’ve never been so terrified in my life.

  Taking a deep breath, I walk through the door and close it silently. The only light in the room is from the sun peeking through the shades, but I see my wife lying in bed, a baby with dark hair at her breast, suckling her milk.

  “Isabella.” I breathe, all the air sucked from my body as I notice just how tiny our infant is. We wanted the sex to be a surprise, so I don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl.

  “Cross… meet our son.” She grins down at him, tired, but happy. “And our little girl.” Her hand pulls back the blanket that I only thought was covering herself to reveal another baby feeding off her other breast.

  “Holy fuck.” My knees are weak, and I almost drop to the floor.

  “You, Mr. Malcolm, are an overachiever.” She laughs, and I can feel the weight of worry lift off my shoulders.

  “Two? How?”

  “They explained that while it’s definitely an infrequent phenomenon, it does happen every once in a while. Our little girl was hiding behind her brother.” There isn’t an ounce of worry or regret in her tone. Bella is thrilled with the outcome.

  If I’m ho
nest, so am I.

  “Thank you, Bella. Thank you so fucking much.” I kiss her lips softly before we notice one of the twins has fallen asleep, and she hands my son to me.

  A son.

  A daughter.

  I have the best of both fucking worlds in this small room.

  Ren was right, absolute perfection.

  * * *

  Isabella

  My body is sore, my nipples are cracked, and my heart is full as my husband sleeps in the rocking chair with our surprise twins in his arms.

  We weren’t ready for the birth of one let alone two children, but now that they’re here, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Farren held my hand through surgery, through the first cry of life, and then through the miraculous surprise of a second child. Even the doctors were shocked. I had to have a C-section because after the ultrasound revealed the baby was breached, it was the best course of action.

  I regret nothing. I have everything in this room that matters to me, and even though I wish my parents, my sister, and Cross’ parents could be here to meet these precious gems, I know they’re watching over us with smiles on their faces.

  Cross insisted we name our miracle girl Camilla, and after I finished crying, I couldn’t say anything but yes. Our son is proving harder to name, though, and I know that at the right moment it will come to us and our family will be complete.

  A year ago, I would have laughed in your face if someone told me this would be my life. Now, I can’t imagine it any differently. I have everything I dreamed of as a little girl, and I just know that in the coming years, we’ll be blessed with much more.

  I am Isabella Malcolm.

  And I cherish what’s mine.

  Epilogue

  * BREAKING NEWS * BREAKING NEWS * BREAKING NEWS *

  “Lindy Swartz of Channel 44 news here. As it turns out, Cross Malcolm is a man of more blessings than were perceived.

  After a courthouse marriage—in which it was reported he was kidnapping his bride—and the arrest for assault on the two men who were abusing his now wife and her deceased sister, we are pleased to announce his life has settled down with the surprise birth of twins!

  Once the quick trial of Curtis Lindsay and his associate Sully Adams was over and sentencing proceeded, the county of Gateston was able to shut down two brothels and help more than two dozen girls find their way home.

  Some were there by choice, others by force. The good news is they are now all reportedly doing well and getting the help they deserve.

  What’s next for the middle Malcolm child? An inside source has confirmed that six months after the birth of their twins—Camilla and Carter—Isabella Malcolm is once again pregnant!

  There is also speculation that Farren Malcolm—wife to Crux Malcolm, the notorious man who went to prison for the young woman, and Cross’ younger brother—are expecting as well.

  Congratulations to all the Malcolm’s on their growing families from the Channel 44 news station.

  I’m Lindy Swartz, an–… I’ve just been informed that Crew Malcolm, the oldest in the Malcolm dynasty, is missing with nineteen-year-old Delilah Henderson. Delilah is the only daughter of incarcerated serial killer Oliver Henderson, the infamous Eighth Avenue Killer from Miami, Florida. Henderson was arrested and convicted of thirteen counts of first-degree murder eight years ago, agreeing to a plea deal only because of the media attacks on Delilah.

  I guess we’ll see what kind of trouble the oldest, and last, Malcolm child has gotten himself into soon.”

  The End!

  About the Author

  Krystal is a proud Canadian girl, hailing from Sherwood Park, Alberta. She has a strong dislike for the winter, and a love for spring. Married to her husband Steve, for 13 years, they have 4 beautiful red headed spawns ranging in ages 6-13. She has a strong love of coffee, sarcasm, and wine. (Not necessarily in that order either.)

  Krystal loves to write about instalove between couples looking for love. She has a passion for contemporary romance and springs into menage as often as she can.

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