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by Mary B. Moore


  “It’s just as well it happened here,” she said rubbing my back. “You’d never have got that out of the carpet in your office!”

  William

  Six weeks later…

  My little swan baby was finally down for the night, so I walked quietly out of her room and went to where my wife was.

  Mina had only had to push four times before Jessica was out and screaming bloody murder. We’d had it all planned, and she’d been born at St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington. What we hadn’t planned on was it happening a week before she was due, but these things happen.

  I had zero experience with babies, so when she was passed to me I almost fainted. All it took was one look at her beautiful face with her eyes just like her mum’s and I became a baby hog. Any time I was around her, I needed to be holding her. I’d actually been hit around the head with a cushion and threatened with my mother’s stiletto for not giving her Jessica to hold for a minute, but I didn’t care or even notice it as I stared down at my daughter, watching her lips twitch and her frown in her sleep.

  That was until tonight. Tonight, I’d been watching the time like a crazy man, waiting for eight o’clock so I could put Jessica down in her bed. We were lucky because she was a good sleeper and had been from day one, which meant that we had until three o’clock at least until she woke up wanting to be fed.

  Mina had been given the all clear by the doctor today and I was desperate to make love to my wife. Six weeks was a long time, especially when you fell asleep and woke up wrapped around each other.

  Quietly closing the door behind me and making sure that the four baby monitors in our bedroom were on, I walked over to the bed where Mina was lying reading a book.

  I wasn’t interested in anything but what I was about to do to her. Stripping off as I went, I was naked by the time I got to the side of the bed. I didn’t warn her, I just grabbed hold of the duvet and yanked it off her and onto the floor.

  “Will, what are you…” she yelped, and then stopped when she caught sight of me. I was already rock hard and the sight of her curvy body in her small nighty made me impossibly harder.

  Crawling up the bed between her legs, I grabbed her behind the knees and tugged her sharply until she was lying flat on the mattress and not leaning against the pillows like she had been.

  Mina now owned thigh high socks in all colours, and tonight she was wearing my favourite pink striped ones. Running my hands up her legs from ankles to hips, I pushed her nighty up and stopped when I saw she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

  I had so wanted to do this with a modicum of finesse, but she was so soft, and her curves were more pronounced after the birth of Jessica, that I fell on her like a starving man.

  Holding her open, I went straight to the entrance to her pussy and licked it groaning as the taste of her hit my tongue.

  “I’ve missed this,” I mumbled in between licks.

  “Will,” Mina moaned, grabbing a handful of my hair. “I need you inside me.”

  “No,” I muttered, not willing to move away until I’d got what I wanted.

  “Now,” she cried, her hips shifting up as I rubbed her clit.

  “No,” I repeated, although if she heard me it would have been a miracle.

  “Now,” she snapped, yanking the handful of hair hard at the same time.

  That made me more determined to push her to the edge, so I pushed two fingers into her as I moved my mouth up to her clit. Latching on, I sucked as hard as I could and rubbed the inside of her pussy with my fingers, finding her spot and sending her over the edge.

  The second I felt her tighten around my fingers, and just as she cried out, I shifted and slammed into her, pushing through her throbbing muscles. It was heaven. She was so tight that I struggled to fit into her but so warm and wet that I refused to not have the whole length of my cock inside her.

  She continued to spasm around me as I thrust into her, hitting the end of her each time.

  Moving so that I was leaning my weight on my forearms, I put my mouth next to her ear and waited for her to stop coming. Once the spasms stopped, I whispered, “I love you!” and picked up the speed and force of my thrusts into her again.

  Wrapping me up in her arms and legs as tightly as she could, she kissed me hungrily and encouraged me to thrust harder with her feet on my backside.

  “I love you too, Will,” she gasped on a hard thrust.

  Reaching down, I timed each circle of her clit with my thrusts. Every time I slammed in, I’d press down with my thumb, something that I knew drove her mad. Just as she was about to come, and I could feel the tingling in my spine warning me that I was going with her, I whispered, “Give me another one!”

  Her cries and my groans followed it.

  Seven weeks later she realised what I’d meant when I’d told her to give me another one. Our son was born nine months later, screaming louder than his sister had and wrapping his grandmother around his tiny finger as she caught him. I’d only popped out for milk which Mina had said she had to have at that second or she’d cry.

  If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn that my mother did it on purpose.

  The End

  Coming early 2019

  Hanky Panky

  India and Guy’s story

  Dictionary

  Cockney Rhyming Slang terms:

  Moby Dick: Dick/penis/weenis

  J Arthur Rank: wank

  Scooby Doo: clue/idea

  Tommy Tank: wank

  Hampton Wick: dick

  Farmer Giles/Farmers: piles/haemorrhoids

  Normal British terms:

  Rogering: shagging/sex

  Bell End: tip of the penis – an insult

  Slag: slut

  Shag/shagging: sex

  Bloody Nora/Chuffing Nora: bloody hell

  Dartford Tunnel: A big tunnel and crossing based in Kent that goes across the Thames. It connects Kent to Essex.

  Tickety-Boo: all okay/everythings in order

  Pratt: idiot

  Plonker: idiot

  Bint: female idiot

  Tosser: wanker – insult

  Mingin/Minger: gross/disgusting. A minger is a dirty/disgusting person

  Dunky Bicky: A biscuit capable of dunking in your tea/coffee. The best biscuits ever.

  Gob: mouth

  Cack: crap/shit

  Pilchard: idiot

  Rank: gross

  And finally, knickers: only the most awesome name for panties and women’s underwear ever. Knickers, knickers, knickers, knickers!

  More books by this author

  Providence Series

  Forever Mine – Ren & Maya

  More Than Forever – Luka & Isla

  Until Forever – Cole & Ebru

  My Forever 3.5 – Cole & Ebru

  Choosing Forever – Brett & Sabine

  Until Tom, Finding Forever – Tom & Sonya

  Forever Ducked – All of the crazies

  Bound to Me Forever – Adam & Scarlett TBA

  Holding Onto Forever – Layla & Mark TBA

  Amity

  Redemption – Mace & Ava COMING SOON

  Devotion – Ethan & Sadie COMING SOON

  Tranquility TBA

  Absolution TBA

  Salvation TBA

  Serenityn TBA

  Grace TBA

  Valiant

  Compass – Hunter & Piper

  Revenant – Bo & Noah COMING SOON

  Endurance - 2017

  Sanctum - 2017

  Advocate TBA

  Amnesty TBA

  Purgatory TBA

  Release TBA

  Counterblow TBA

  Preservation TBA

  Sanction TBA

  Vanquish TBA

  Doughty

  Force Projection – Kyle & Jagger

  Book 2 – TBA

  Covent Garden Series

  Quids In

  Hanky Panky 2019

  And…a little extra surprise for you…

  PRO
VIDENCE GOLD – COMING SOON!!! More Townsends, more crazies, more everything!

  About the Author

  I’m a British author who grew up all over the world. My parents were diplomats, so we were posted to all of the corners of the earth and it was a blast. Some wouldn’t seem so awesome if you heard about them, but my parents always made it a fun experience and it moulded my brother and I into who we are today.

  I live in Wiltshire in the west country of the UK. At random times of the day, I’ll hear a moo from the fields around me, or get a whiff of that…uhhh…’country air’, and I love it! I might not have grown up in the UK, but I’m a British girl to the bone (regardless of the suspicious whiffs coming in from the fields).

  I’m a single mother with a son who is nearing his teenage phase. Maybe he’s reached it early? Who knows. But he’s awesome and has a personality and sense of humor that I can only attribute to my family. We’re slightly bonkers, we have a wicked sense of humor and we find the positives in every situation. I’m so proud to be his mum and to watch him grow and mature.

  Writing was something that I’d always done. I had a teacher in the third grade who always set us the task of writing a story and making it into a book every weekend. After I left school, I kept this up and wrote as often as I could or just plotted out books. This evolved into me taking the plunge and publishing my first book in 2016 and I’ve been typing ever since.

  I’m proud to be an Indie Author, and I absolutely love writing out my crazy Providence characters and the more complex ones in my other series’. It doesn’t matter if it’s romantic comedy or something with more suspense – so long as it has a HEA I’ll do it!

  I’ve got so many more planned, so the best is yet to come.

 

 

 


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