Forbidden Lust: 3 (Lust for Life) (13 page)

“Is it…always going to…be like this?” The pulsing that was
radiating from her clit through her nipples and down her thighs to her toes was
making it hard for her to fully catch her breath. “This fucking good, this
fast?”

He brought one hand up to touch her face, his fingers
tracing the line of her cheekbone lightly, his eyes intense. “If it ever isn’t,
all you have to do is tell me and I’ll make it this way for you again. I
promise.”

“You say, as if I would let you get away with boring the
shit out of me in bed.”

His dimple appeared a split second before he grinned, then
laughed. “Stop talking and fuck me, Eva,” he told her through clenched teeth.
He put both hands on her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh with a
delicious amount of pressure.

“Yes sir,” she whispered before she kissed him long and
hard, rolling her hips in small, tight circles, rubbing her clit where their
bodies connected.

When she couldn’t take it any longer, she braced her hands
on his shoulders and rode him hard. Both of them watched the fast-paced
in-and-out of his cock into her pussy until she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Her head rolled back as her pace grew frenzied. The gorgeous
ache in her cunt spread through her body and became all-consuming. She was only
vaguely aware that he was holding her up, his hands on her hips, and when his
hot mouth closed down over her nipple, his teeth biting down gently, she came
with a long, unearthly moan.

“More,” he demanded before she’d started to come down. “I’m
so close, baby.”

Her legs were shaky and her cunt was still throbbing, but
she managed to straighten and get her arms around him for leverage. He helped
her ride him hard, the muscles in his arms and chest standing out against his
skin as he lifted and pushed, controlling the speed. He stayed with her for
several long, amazing minutes before he brought her down and held her in place
as he came, teeth bared and breathing ragged.

A raw wave of emotion hit her and tears rose to her eyes.
She smoothed his hair back and kissed his closed eyelids, his mouth when he
offered it to her.

“Christ, I fucking love you, Oscar,” she whispered, her
throat tight with emotion. “Tell me we’re going to be all right.”

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they ended up
mostly on the bed, his body over hers. He was still hard, and when he pushed
himself deep within her she gasped and then let it out on a breathy laugh.

God love him, he wasn’t finished sealing the deal just yet.

He held his weight on his arms and kissed her lips lightly.
“We have each other, Eva,” he murmured, kissed her neck. “Everything is
absolutely right with the world.”

Eva’s mother had mostly talked some reason into her father
by the time Eva went to speak with her parents the next day. He cried harder
than her mother when she told them about the baby, but they weren’t tears of
anger. The man was a huge sap when it came to his grandchildren, and his baby
having a baby was enough to help him put aside his initial anger with Oscar for
good.

Once Oscar and Eva decided they were going to stick with the
plan of moving to Chicago to open the new Lust for Life, every single member of
her family volunteered to take turns staying with them after the baby came.
Even Diego, who’d initially been wary about whether Eva was ready for marriage
and a family just yet.

Eva still wasn’t sure she was ready for a baby, but she was
completely sure about her love for Oscar. And she was sure that whatever she
may or may not be able to handle when their kid arrived, he would know what to
do. One of the most beautiful things about her man was that he was always the
calm center in every storm that arose, no matter what the situation.

Things moved quickly once Jamie, Leo and Oscar decided to
rent the storefront on Clark Street in Chicago. The space was narrow but long
with enough room for a small piercing room in the back, a roomy reception area
in the front and four open tattoo stations in the middle. She loved the creek
of the old wood floors and the antique pressed-tin ceiling, which she learned
was worth a fortune.

As soon as word got out that a new tattoo shop was going up
in the neighborhood they had to put in a phone line and hire a receptionist to
take appointments. All four tattoo artists—Oscar, Eva, Munson and a guy named
Kirkland they were borrowing from the guys’ friend Dover Marks’ shop—were
booked a month out from the date of the shop’s opening before construction was
finished.

Eva fell hard for the city once she’d been there a few
weeks. Staying with Joy, Leo and Norma Jean in their fancy Lakeshore Drive
condo was a lot of fun. She also found a family away from home in Joy’s
musician parents and her sisters, Sunny and Love. On top of that, Oscar already
had a really big group of friends who lived nearby.

It was snowing a fat, lazy, snow-globe kind of snow when
Oscar came to her at the end of a busy work day and asked if she was up for
taking a walk with him. She was the kind of exhausted that made her understand
the phrase bone-weary, but there was something about the look in his eye that
made her say yes.

Bundled up in coats, hats and scarves, they walked down two
blocks and over three into a neighborhood off the main strip and stopped in
front of one of the many row houses on the street. It had a gray stone face,
cobalt blue shutters and a tiny patch of yard fenced in by old wrought iron.
The plants had gone brown since it was early winter, but she could see it was
very well tended.

“Who lives here?” she asked as they climbed the wide front
stoop.

He took a key out of his pocket and slipped it into the
lock. “If you like it, we will.”

She stared at him as he pushed the door inward and gestured
for her to enter first.

“Us?” she asked, stunned frozen to the spot. “Here?”

He gave her a patient look. “You have to come inside and
look at it first, babe.”

When she hesitated another moment, he reached around her and
gently guided her inside with a hand on the small of her back.

“I thought we were going to wait until spring to start
looking for a house,” she commented as she looked around the front foyer.

Just to her left a small nook was carved out of the wall
below a small window that looked out onto the street. The floors were rich,
gleaming wood and the archways leading to rooms that all came off the left of
the long hallway were beautifully carved. To the right, a wide set of stairs
led to the second floor.

“I had a guy in my chair last week who told me about this
place.” Oscar followed as she stepped into a room so long it opened to the hall
through two archways.

It was wider than she’d expected based on her initial
impression from the street.

“He was telling me his grandparents are selling it and only
asking for their original purchase price,” he went on as he loosened his scarf
and looked up at a light fixture on the ceiling. “From nineteen-fifty-five.”

“Of course they are,” she said, shaking her head. “How do
these kinds of deals always seem to fall into your lap, Oscar?”

He simply smiled. “It’s not on the market yet. We get the
first look at it.”

“Dude just handed you the keys and said, ‘Hey, go have a
look’.”

“I might have told him I could pay the full asking price in
cash if we want it.”

After a moment Eva realized she should not have been
surprised by that bit of information, so she closed her gaping mouth and went
back to looking around.

On the end of the wall that faced the street, two tall
windows framed a small fireplace made from the same smooth, round stones as the
façade of the house. Since the ceilings had to be at least twelve feet high,
they let a whole lot of light into the room.

“There’s a half bath down here, three bedrooms and a full
bath on the second floor and another two bedrooms, a full bath and a big, open
living room kind of space on the third,” he told her, watching as she made her
way around the room, stopped to take in the small details carved into a
built-in bookcase along one wall.

“Why would two people and a baby need this much house?” she
asked as she turned to face him, even though she was already desperately in
love with the place based on the living room alone.

It didn’t take much to imagine the shelves full of their
books, a fire burning warmly and a tall Christmas tree standing in front of one
of the front windows. She could practically hear their toddler giggling like
crazy as one or both of them chased him or her around and around through those
archways.

“We could live on the first two floors, keep the third for
family when they come to visit.” He took his hands out of his pockets and
strolled toward her. “We could have Christmas here if they all wanted to make
the drive out every few years or so,” he said as if he’d read her mind. He
moved behind her and slid his arms around her waist, holding her close as they
looked over the room together. “There’s a deck on the roof where we could all
sit and watch fireworks on the Fourth of July.”

She leaned back against chest. “You’ve thought of
everything, haven’t you?”

He slid his hand under the hem of her coat to hold her
rounded belly, touched his nose and mouth to her temple and breathed in. “I
think I see my family being happy here,” he murmured.

Eva turned her face toward his and he kissed her for a long
moment.

“I’ll live here on the condition we hire someone to help us
clean it,” she told him when he stopped. “Because, seriously, this is a lot of
fucking house.”

He graced her with one of his smiles, which had become less
rare recently.

“I can live with that,” he said, taking her hand as he moved
around her. “Let’s go check out the rest of the place.”

She stood her ground and tugged on his arm, stopping him.

“Can we christen the stairs after the grand tour?” she
asked, her body starting to warm and tingle in all the right places. If she’d
thought she’d craved him before she’d become pregnant, it was nothing compared
to the way she craved him with all the hormones rushing through her.

His black eyes glittered as he gave her mouth a long look,
then met her gaze.

“It’s not ours yet,” he reminded her, but she could see his
answer was not no.

She grinned. “It will be by the time I’m finished with you,”
she promised.

Oscar groaned deeply and slipped his hands back under her
coat to hold her waist.

“You are most definitely the devil,” he said, angling for a
kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yes, Oscar, but that’s what you love most about me, now
isn’t it?”

He chuckled and nipped her bottom lip gently.

“It is definitely high on a very, very long list.”

Jayne Kingston is a multi-published erotic romance author.
When she was growing up she spent many hours daydreaming about a time when she
could flee the too-small town in Ohio where she grew up and run laughing for
the sunny West Coast. Of course she stuck around and raised her family there
instead, and doesn’t regret it for a moment. Now she spends her days dreaming
about the delicious fun two people can have while falling in love.

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