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“Hi, my lady.” His arms envelope me from
behind, his exposed chest pressing against my back, his lips
kissing my sandy hair.

“Hi.” I grab his arms and hold them around
me, soaking in our moment. A moment I will remember for the rest of
my life.

“James, I want to get married,” I utter and
bring his hand up to kiss.

“Yes, my love, we will, very soon.”

That is all I need to hear. James is back
into my life, into my arms, the father of my children and I will be
his wife. Life could never be any sweeter.

 

Chapter Eighteen

 

~James~

 

 

I’m contently relaxing here in the new
rocking chair that’s in our bedroom, rocking the twins in my arms.
Bottles finished, diapers changed and they’ve been burped. We are
watching Mama Bear sleep. After the extensive and pleasing sex we
had last night, she tuckered out in my arms on the beach and I
carried her into our bedroom. I barely slept last night, I couldn’t
stop watching her as she rested or I stood over our babies’ cribs
watching them suck on their binky’s, as they peacefully drifted in
dream.

I haven’t seen Johnathan or Cammy yet. Dylan,
I know, is with Davis, because I requested he keep him for a few
days so I can settle back in with my love and our twins, who are
comfortably nestled into my arms. They’ve grown so much since they
were born. I missed those first few months and I can’t help but
feel guilty about it.

When Emily and I were cuddling in the sand
last night, her in my lap, my arms tightly embracing her, we
talked. I gave her minute details about my job. But I did tell her
I caused a giant ruckus with Brewer and that’s how I got to come
home. I was literally kicked out of the Safe Link program after
they extracted the codes from me all at once and secured them into
a different file. I don’t understand why they couldn’t have done
that in the first place. Apparently, I obliterated a bunch of
protocol and they couldn’t stand my antics any longer so I was
booted out the door. Happily—I might add.

After the night with Emily at the bar I went
home and planned my strategy just as Gonzales had suggested. Two
days later I got knock down fallen drunk and tattooed. I had the
designs picked out ahead of time. It wasn’t done on a whim. It was
part of my plan. Drunk and stupid at the tattoo parlor with
Gonzales, I sucked back a fifth of Jack and sat for nine hours
getting inked. Loving every single minute of it. Tattoos for
whatever reason are a pain is pleasure sort of thing for me. I’m
not going to pretend and say I would like to endure sexual pain
like Johnathan likes to deal out to his women. But I can surely see
the thrall in that lifestyle. Not to the degrading depths he takes
it, but some it could be highly arousing. I’ve not been with anyone
in so long, before Emily. I never took into consideration all of
the things I have harbored inside. My insecurities were in the
driver seat. Not allowing me to access any feelings other than
those of unworthiness. Thanks to her, I am finally able to knock
down those walls and truly find out who I am. Including pressing
the envelope on my sexual urges.

Oooooo, hey… She’s waking up.

“What…What time is it?” She sits up, looking
so adorable, completely naked with sleepy eyes, a slight grin and
mussed hair falling over her delicate shoulders. Just watching her
and her heavy exposed milk engorged breasts, gets me hard. I never
thought I’d love the taste or take pleasure from sucking milk from
a woman. But I do. I love the idea of having my tongue swirling
around her thick nipple, as little droplets of sweetness dribble
onto my tongue. The mental image revs my sex drive into high gear,
a sex drive that was utterly nonexistent until I met her almost a
year ago.

“It’s almost one,” I smile at her and she
returns the gesture.

“That’s late. I need to feed the...”

“Nope, already done, changed, fed, they are
fine resting here with Papa Bear,” I cut her off; I don’t need her
bearing all of this parental load on her own. I’m back and I’m
going to be carrying my own weight and then some.

“I see that,” she smiles, brighter this time,
getting out of bed, and walking over to us. Bending down, she
kisses me soundly on the lips and then kisses each of the babies on
their heads.

“Good afternoon my family.” Her chipper tone
causes my heart to swell.

I just love to hear her happy.

Turning to head to the bathroom, she leaves
the door open and I hear her groan.

“Is everything okay?”

Stepping into the doorway she smiles,
delicately touching her fingers to the giant bite marks and dark
hickies on her neck.

“I’m sorry.” I feel so ashamed to mark her
that much. A few of them were so deep I was able to taste her fresh
metallic blood. I went too far. I’ve never been a savage sex
monster. But for whatever reason, last night I couldn’t keep myself
from hurting her. Not on purpose other than to mark her body. To
claim what is mine. What will forever be mine.

“Don’t be sorry. I love this.” She has the
sweetest smile on her face, as her fingers dance over my
territorial markings.

“Hey, Emily, I heard you...” Johnathan opens
her door to get an eye full of her nude, standing in her bathroom
doorway in a dreamlike state. I wonder what she’s thinking
about.

A growl heaves from my throat. “Leave,” I
snap at him and his eyes widen when he turns to realize I am the
one sitting in her bedroom.

Yep, Johnathan I’m home, for good.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we’ve all seen me
naked before,” she states, unmoving, her hand trailing down between
her leaking breasts; she looks high. What is going on in that
naughty mind of hers?

“Johnathan,” I warn and he stops fixatedly
staring at her with his mouth gaping wide open.

“ Where'd she get those?” He points to her
neck and collar bone.

“James.” Wistfully smiling, she starts to
sway, squeezing her legs together.

Sweet Jesus, she’s hot and horned up.

“I marked her, last night on the beach when
we made love.” I finish her sentence and watch as her hands travel
to her nipples and she tilts her head back, huskily moaning into
the air rolling her nipples between her fingers.

What is going on with her?

“Emily, sweetheart, what’s going on in this
pretty head of yours?” I inquire, my stiff soldier throbbing
between my legs.

“You, are here, you claimed me, I wasn’t sure
it was real. But it is. You’re still here. What happened last night
did happen.”

Still swaying, she sprays steams of her milk
onto the floor.

“Johnathan,” I warn again. He can’t decide
whether to watch her or not. I can’t blame him but I don’t like the
tent in his shorts.

“You need to take the twins, Johnathan, I
need to service my princess.” I stand and move toward him, sleeping
babies cradled in both of my arms.

“Johnathan!” I angrily bark, digging my heel
into the top of his foot and he flinches, breaking his strange gaze
on my woman.

“What?”

“Stop watching her, she’s not yours. She’s
mine.
Now take the twins so I can service a strangely turned
on hot redhead, who I need to ravish.”

Presenting his arms, I rest Eric in one and
Jenna in the other and back him out the door. His eyes still
watching my woman. If I wasn’t so turned on I would be bashing his
brains in.

“Go!” I order darkly, shutting the door in
his face and locking it.

Turning around, I get onto my knees and crawl
to her. Stalking her like she’s my prey. Lowly, I growl in my
chest, stopping at her feet.

Something sinister and sexy is registering in
that indecent mind of hers.

“Why are you so turned on, my love?” I kneel
up, pressing my lips to her mound. Spreading her legs, she opens
herself up to me. I can smell the sweetness of her honey arousal
lingering in the air.

“I…I…dunno.” Her legs shake. I can tell she’s
on the edge of already coming.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” I breathe onto her
mound, my hot breath washing over her. A moan escapes her lips as
she keeps spraying her milk from her breasts, bathing me in it.

“Looking at these.” She runs her fingers over
the marks. “They told me that this is real and I’m not dreaming. I
thought I might have been. But I’m not. You’re here.”

“Always,” I poke out my tongue, sliding it
between her folds, landing it on her throbbing clit. I can feel the
blood pumping in it. Feeding my mouth in further, I suckle it and
she grasps the door frame, leaving her breasts to fall and she
shutters, her eye lids fluttering as her eyes roll back into her
head.

Slowly and anxiously I lave, nibble and suck
on her sensitive clit, eliciting hot and heady moans from deep
inside her.

“Papa, I’m close,” she barely makes out, her
chest heaving for oxygen.

“Come for me,” I whisper, biting down on the
tip and she cries out, flooding my mouth with her juices,
convulsing over and over. My hands reach around her backside to
keep her from falling as I keep the onslaught of pleasure flicking
my tongue over her climaxing bud.

Opening her eyes, she peers down at me with a
giant sated grin.

“That was amazing,” she shakily says, her
legs still trembling as I keep the pressure of my tongue sliding
over the wetness of her luscious folds.

“You done?” I speak against her core.

Nodding, she steps back and gathers her
composure.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.
One second, I’m staring in the mirror looking at these.” She grips
her hand around her throat. “The next second, my loins are dripping
and shooting hot spurts of ripe ecstasy through my entire body.
I’ve never experienced anything like it. It was like I was here but
I wasn’t here. I couldn’t stop it. For a moment, it was as if I was
possessed by someone other than myself.”

Getting up off the ground, I go to her and
pull her nakedness into my arms. Backing her into the bathroom, I
turn on the shower and adjust the temperature to her liking.
Dropping my pj pants and boxers to the ground, I carry her into the
shower, allowing the hot water to wash the sticky milk mess from
both of us. My thick manhood pressing against her back, my arms
wrapping around her body from behind as my lips press into her
hair. Giving her all of my love.

Relishing in her beauty, we finish up, each
of us washing each other’s bodies. My hand spending extra time on
her breasts and the creases of her lady parts.

Exiting the shower, I dry her off, head to
toe, spending even more time dusting the roughness of the towel
around her clit. Holding onto my shoulders, she’s consumed by my
stimulation and quickly becomes a slave to my hand. Entering two
fingers into her slick heat, I tactfully massage her inner walls
and snake my other hand around her backside, knowing she craves
double gratification. My middle fingers enters the fleshy part of
her butt and she groans, deep and hardy, as I enter her completely,
filling both holes simultaneously.

Scrunching up her face, she falls into a
deeper pleasure filled euphoria, as I keep the onslaught of
pleasure spiking through her. Bringing her closer and closer to the
orgasm her body needs and I need to experience with her. I want to
feel her walls contracting around my fingers, sucking them as her
body succumbs to the magnificence of her loud and all-consuming
ecstasy laden bliss.

“Come,” I order, feeling her close, so close
to breaking apart in my hands. Ten or more times last night I
brought her to this plateau and all day I plan on doing the same.
Unless she tells me to stop, I can’t help my need to make her come
in every possible way. The delicate taste of her sweet juices, the
intoxicating scent of her arousal, mixed with her deep enduring
moans and groans as I push her limits, slowly increasing the time
when I know she’s about to shatter by only my touch. It holds so
much power to be able to release that kind of feeling from the only
person in the world who completes you.

“I’m…I’m… Oh fuck...” She screams and there
she goes, diving off the edge and into her carnal heaven. Coming in
hot wet spurts over my hands, rippling spasms around my fingers in
both her front and back holes. I’ve never seen anything more
beautiful than watching the love of my life explode with passion
from the pleasure I’ve given her.

Extracting my soaked fingers from inside of
her, I stand and lift her into my arms and carry her noodle like,
naked body to our bed to rest. Lying down beside her, I cover her
in our blanket and caress her forehead and cheeks as she falls into
a sated sleep.

Rest my dear woman. There will be plenty more
where that came from. I look forward to doing that to you for the
rest of our lives.

Making sure she is soundly asleep, I kiss her
cheek and whisper I love you before I reluctantly pull myself from
bed, dress in my norm and head to the main part of the house.

“Those were some powerful screams,” Johnathan
smirks, sitting on the leather couches in the living room with
Jenna in the crook of his arm, still sleeping.

Where is my son?

“Yes, she’s rather attentive to stimulation
this morning.” I speak professionally, not willing to indulge his
fantasy about what’s mine, any further than necessary.

“I heard…so you came in last night?”
Johnathan asks and I think he might actually be curious to
know.

“Yes, I planned out how I was going to
reunite with her and it went even better than expected.”

Walking into the kitchen, I open the giant
fridge and pull out some orange juice and a loaf of bread.
Searching through the cupboards, I seek out the peanut butter to
make myself a sandwich. I am famished and I need to make sure I
keep this peanut butter for later. I will come in handy when I plan
on mixing it with some rather succulent milk and possibly feeding
it to her on the tip of my manhood, if I get brave enough. He’s
relishing in the idea, as he spasms and throbs incessantly in my
cargo pants, tucked tightly against my stomach, poking out of the
band of my boxers.

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