Harkham's Choice (Harkham's Series Book 2) (42 page)

He flipped the top off the small box and looked inside.

There was a positive pregnancy test wrapped in saran wrap. Did she do that so he didn’t have to worry about pee germs?

He didn’t care about that right now. Or donuts. He wasn’t thinking about those at all.

He cared that she was ripe because of him and her body accepted his numberlicious seed. Obviously, he had plenty of them, so they could get to where they needed to go. Good for them. They were smart like him—traveling in groups and letting the best sperm win.

“I like that the plus sign is so bright. That seems like you’ve got good hormones.” He picked it up and examined it closer. “When did you take this?”

“A week ago,” she said, her eyes crinkling at the edges and then she almost kind of ducked.

“Is there a reason you’re worried?” He glanced at her for a moment.

She exhaled. “If I was you, I’d be upset that my partner waited so long to tell me.”

“But I know you—and I know you have a good reason. So tell me, and there will be no anger.” He set the gift down on the counter. At least with his free gift he gave her, he didn’t have to keep from telling her about it. He told her each night when he was coming inside her, so she knew her gift would be traveling through her body soon.

She rolled her head back like she was preparing to tell him something in return. When she brought her head back up, she said with a furrowed brow, “I didn’t know how I felt about it. I figured you might be happy since you’ve wanted this for a while, but I still wonder if I’m fit to be a parent.”

“You’re clean, sweetheart. You’ve been off drugs for so long now, why are you concerned?” He caressed her shoulders.

“Just because I’ve kept myself clean for a long time now, doesn’t mean I don’t still have urges. And for the last month that I’ve been pregnant, I’ve had urges like crazy to smoke, drink—light up anything that will get me high. I’m miserable and mopey a lot lately, and I feel so out of control emotionally some days, I wonder what I’m doing wrong.”

“Hormones,” he explained.

“I know.” She stared in his eyes. “I know that’s what this is, but I feel like shit for even wanting those things with a little innocent child growing inside me.”

“Wait a minute . . .” He bent his knees to get closer to her eyes, so he could see what she meant. “This sounds like you’ve known for a lot longer than before you took this test a week ago.”

“I pretty much knew right away.” She tried to smile, but it turned into a guilty looking grimace a second later.

“How? How could you know?” Wow, she was smarter than he would ever be if she could tell what his sperm did inside her and knew all about their travels to make their baby.

“I knew because I was suddenly cramping up a ton. I never do that. Or haven’t in a few years. Actually, ever since I lost weight and got back down to a healthy level. Plus, I was tired all the time. My breasts felt like you had gnawed on them non-stop all night long, so yeah—I knew something was wrong. And we were trying to get pregnant, so it seemed pretty clear to me I was.” She shrugged.

“Well, I . . . Damn. This makes me want to make another baby with you right away. Maybe this time I’ll notice you feeling all that stuff, and I’ll know before you have to tell me.” He pushed her hair off her shoulders and peeled her out of her shirt. “I can celebrate with a fizzy drink. That would start things off right.”

She cocked her head. “In the bathroom? Right now?”

“Right whenever I say . . . And I say I want to see for myself how our baby feels inside you. Your body will tell me.” He cupped her breasts right away and kissed down the right side of her neck. “It’s soft inside your womb. I think the baby likes it in there. I know—because when I’m inside you, it all feels so silky, warm, soft and nice. It’s like a bed with velvety sheets and a bath all in one.”

“I trust your description.” She chuckled.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her in closer. He tugged at her pajama pants.

“Why? You in a hurry or somethin’?” Her voice deepened.

“Yes, I am. This baby is changing already. I need to know what it’s like right now.” He dropped to his knees, dragged her pants off, then planted kisses along her belly, down her pubic bone and to where she tasted best.

“See if my tongue matches how warm and soft you are. Tell me, okay?” He looked up at her.

She nodded and looked greedy for more. Her hands drifted through his hair.

“Tell me right now as I move my tongue over your slick parts.” He used his hands to spread her open a little bit. His tongue delved inside, happy to figure out if her taste was different because it had baby flavor mixed in.

It did. She was tangier somehow, with a richer, deeper flavor. How had he not noticed this as soon as she conceived? She smelled different, too. Saltier with a stronger arousal scent. “Wow. That’s nice,” he said, burying his face between her legs. The aroma was heavenly.

“It’s definitely nice what you’re doing to me right now,” she said in return.

Her legs spread wider.

His tongue moved back further, reaching up inside, wanting to explore the path his ejaculate took.

“Tell me,” he growled when he took a breath. “Warm as you? Soft?
Softer
?”

“Not as wet as me, and I’m warmer, but you’re so soft with your tongue, I can barely breathe.” She leaned into him a little bit.

“Tell me more,” he said when he took another breath. “Only
you
can share this with me. I have to know.”

“What should I tell you? That you make me crazy with your touch? I get chills all over while my body temperature raises? That you make my body curl up and then explode with pleasure when you make these hungry sounds when you’re pleasuring me? You know I can barely stand here right now. My legs are unsteady. I want to be on the floor so I can absorb all you do to me.” She gripped the counter edge behind her.

“Tell me you’re gonna come all over my face, and I’ll forgive you for not telling me all these weeks that I gave you a little girl.” He nibbled at her inner thigh.

She sighed, rounded toward him and nodded with a tiny whimpering sound. “There’s no way your face isn’t going to be covered if you keep doing that.”

He nipped at her clitoris next, then put his tongue there, loving it over and over until she was all softness and curves around him, holding his head right there, rocking, crying out his name and wetter than a few moments ago.

Only this time—yes! It was on his chin, under his nose, on his jaw and cheeks. Such a potent scent. His woman was sharing with him, and it was wonderful!

His face was shiny with her, too—he just knew it was.

And what else could he say, except, “You’re welcome for that, and thank you for accepting my baby. She’s gonna love living here inside you until she comes out around Christmas time. How smart she is to come when there are presents being given.” He pushed a fingertip inside her about an inch, and she shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. He had to lick her thigh because when she did that, it made her incredibly yummy-looking.

“Oh God! Needed that,” she whispered, swaying above him.

“Hi, honey. I’m down here, watching you.” He waved.

She waved back, but only using her fingertips instead of her whole hand like he did.

“I like it when you’re friendly like this.”

“I do, too.” She grinned.

How rude he was being. He needed to be this nice to someone else new in his life.

He slipped his finger the rest of the way inside, and she clenched around him, then made a cute little yelp.

He wiggled it and then waved the tip, brushing up against her happy, plush, pussy’s walls.

What better way to say hello to his little girl than waving at her in her very own neighborhood? She was very welcome to stay there rent-free.

He’d make sure she was safe, happy and warm—and Mari, too.

They were surrounded by him and living in his world, so they needed to be welcome.

Or that was what he told his sweetheart when he dragged her to the ground, got naked and said hi to his baby on an even deeper level with another part of his body that wanted to greet her right outside her bedroom womb door.

“She feels right at home, and so do I,” he said, when he was enveloped and cushioned inside Mari.

“Jesus, you feel
soooo
good.” She wrapped her arms around him.

“I always do—you’re just juicier because I made you that way.”

She went silent, breathing harder as he began to move.

“You’re just happier because not only am I pregnant—I’m also hornier than usual.”

“Shhh . . . My baby’s listening. Only talk about me, then she’ll get bored and go to sleep and won’t notice the dirty things I do to you.” He smiled and pinned her in place, enjoying every last moan from her lips.

Especially the ones where she told him she loved him, couldn’t get enough of him and loved this baby so much she almost cried.

That’s what it did to him with her, too. All of it. They were perfect for each other.

So perfect, he found his orgasm with tears in his eyes and these words on his lips—“My baby! She’s mine. She’s always gonna be my special girl.”

A PREVIEW FOR HARKHAM’S CORNER, THE THIRD AND FINAL BOOK IN THE HARKHAM’S SERIES

Chapter 1

Three years later . . .

“Adam, piano latte,” he heard.

His eyes flew open.

“I hate how spongy my head feels after you hypnotize me,” he complained.

“You’ll be glad we had another one of these sessions when I tell you what I learned this time,” Dr. Harkham said. She rubbed her hands together like they were cold.

“Tell me before I fall over,” he said, his tone short. His head throbbed.

“Okay, but I know your dad wants to see you before you go,” she replied.

He rubbed at his temples. It usually helped to relieve some of the pressure.

“So, here’s what you said—I had to go really deep into your memories.” She took a deep breath. “Your sweet tooth?”

He nodded, ready to hear more.

“It seems it developed because in your biological father’s quest to mellow you out, he put a lot of the drugs in soda, so you couldn’t taste it. And your mom bribed you to be good with donuts, cookies and candy bars. Samara—I think she could tell something wasn’t right because when you had the sweets your mom was giving you, it triggered a reaction from when you were a kid. Instead of calming down, you became really hyper. You also said it was the only time your mom would let you sit on her lap and she’d hold you for a long time to quiet you down and get you to stop being so energetic.”

He groaned and rubbed harder at the sides of his head. “So sugar wasn’t making me have ADHD like Sam thought?”

“No. It was only when your mom gave it to you. You talked about how you’ve had all of those sugary foods since you’ve met Mari, and when she gave it to you, it was fine.” Amelia smiled. Her hands linked together.

He sighed. “I feel really drained, but this is good to know.” He stood up and dragged his way over to her for a hug.

Amelia held him tight, told him she was proud of him for being so open today, but he felt silly.

He never felt like he could control it, but Amelia said it was similar to how some people could control their own dreams.

It was amazing to think people could do that—in fact he was married to somebody that could.

Amelia taught Mari the principles so she could get rid of the nightmares.

It worked seventy percent of the time.

“Thanks, Amelia,” he said, and she walked him out of her makeshift office.

When was his dad going to finish converting it for her?

And when where they going to get married?

He hadn’t even asked her yet.

It was unfair in some ways—Adam knew they were having sex without being married, but his father had forbid him to do that with Mari three years ago.

Well, those days were over.

He had sex every day unless she was ill. They both needed the constant touch.

Choppy had a little dog cushion at the foot of their bed so she wouldn’t interrupt them when they were being intimate. That’s how important sex was to Adam.

“Your dad’s in the garage, working on his BMW,” she told him, leaving him at the door.

“Okay, great,” Adam said.

He opened the door, leaving Amelia behind. Knowing her, she’d have sandwiches, chips and drinks ready for all of them in the next few minutes.

“Hey, little one, time to go inside,” his dad said to the little girl with curly auburn hair sitting in the car.

“She being your helper?” Adam asked. His dad shut the hood of the car, grabbed some hand cleaner, then wiped his hands on the towel he had nearby.

The little girl bumped along on her diapered bottom to his dad. “Bopbop, up, up!”

His dad picked her up and kissed the top of her head as she grabbed at his goatee.