Part 19 (2/2)

”I don't see why not. Something tells me you've waited a long time to f.u.c.k my a.s.s.” She laughed as soon as the proclamation fell from her lips.

”Baby, if you really knew when I first thought about it, I'd be in a lot of trouble.” He moved over her and just her words hardened him to another stiff size. One that would not diminish easily now with promises handed over as a true gift.

”You'll have to swear you'll be gentle.”

”I'll be gentle but never a gentleman when you're in my bed.” A hungry growl left his lips as he lowered his voice. ”I promise if I'm not it's only because you beg me to take you hard.” His hands dropped to her cami, working it up high over her head.

Instantly, his mouth went to her nipple. He rolled the little nub with his tongue and then bit down to play with it between his teeth. He sucked it in and blew imaginary circles around it before he simply devoured her with a need he wanted to find fulfilled soon.

Her hands fell into his scalp and she began to work her fingers through his curls. ”Almonzo?”

”Hmmm?” He licked lightly over her breast before he peered up at her. ”What is it, baby?” The look in her eyes made him stop altogether.

”I love you.” She felt tremendous relief, for some reason, just by saying those three little words.

”Oh, sweet mercy h.e.l.l.” He held his palms over his heart for theatrics. ”It sounds better to hear you say it to me rather than overhear you tell my father.”

Before she could protest or scold him for eavesdropping, he captured her lips and punished her for refusing to use them sooner. He kissed her sweet mouth into a natural pucker and then he danced with her tongue because he knew how to take the lead in any oral exploration. ”You are going to be so happy you made me a loved man.”

”You are impossible.”

”No, I'm good. I'm d.a.m.n good.” He moved in between her legs and urged them apart, using both hands to spread her open. ”Tell me you at least know how f.u.c.king hot I am for you.” He ran his c.o.c.k gently against her leg.

”Hmmm...I see,” she agreed as first one finger, then another tested her. Her little hips began to move with the invasion.

”Want more, don't you, baby?” He bit hard on his lower lip because, if he didn't, he might bite her instead.

Her hips arched forward and allowed her to press against his hand as he asked for a better compliment. ”By the end of the night,” he began to scissor his fingers inside of her, moving with the stretching sensation he felt under his touch, ”you can just refer to me as Mr. Wonderful.” He chuckled as he watched her face dance with amus.e.m.e.nt.

”Show me what that tongue of yours can do and we'll see if you earn the t.i.tle there, big guy.” Her legs fell open even wider and her hips rotated upward.

He covered her p.u.s.s.y with his promises. ”Maintaining my wife's needs will always be my main priority.” He lowered his mouth to take the first taste. Swiping once wouldn't be enough. He already smelled the sweet smell of honey s.e.x and if she wasn't ready for him, she would be by the time he finished working her into a l.u.s.t-filled cave of pure, sweet pa.s.sion. Then by G.o.d, he'd find out what her tight little a.s.s could do for a man his size.

That was when someone started pounding on their door.

Chapter 21

The pounding wasn't going to go away. Almonzo's chin rested above her p.u.s.s.y on her pelvic bone. Her hand moved restlessly across his head as he shouted at the would-be intruder standing on the other side. ”d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l! It's after dawn. That means I get to have time with my wife without interruptions! Go the h.e.l.l back where you came!”

Tabitha's eyes were heavy. d.a.m.nation, they should be l.u.s.t-filled with nothing but erotic need on her naughty little lips. After all, his were dripping with every taste of what she'd already ridden out as foreplay. If eliminating her desire for him soothed her tired little body, it only worked to motivate him more. And undoubtedly, after tasting her on his lips for a good half-hour, he d.a.m.n sure possessed a hard incentive to finish what he'd started here.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ”d.a.m.n you Almonzo! Open the f.u.c.k up!

Almonzo detected the urgency and finally moved away from her. ”f.u.c.k it.” He stood up and walked over to the door and opened it to find a wild-eyed Orlando.

”Get dressed. Now! It's Father.” With a cell phone pressed to his ear, he motioned him back upstairs. ”I'll meet you both in the pod.

Almonzo nodded and reached back to grab his pants. By the time he started up to the main foyer, Tabitha was only two or three feet behind him. Not a word exchanged between them. Maybe they already knew what to expect. Maybe silence spoke to them in a thousand different languages. Only one seemed loud and clear. Trouble loomed. Heartache would be found. Just one or two more steps forward and in the family pod, they would discover the fate Samuel Spenser met with her helpful hand.

Marion's eyelids were swollen with grief as she cried into the phone. ”Are you sure? Why? Why now when we are just starting to see our boys start their own families? No. No. No!”

Orlando stood at his mother's immediate left and his wife stood behind her chair. Natasha's hand rested easily on Marion's shoulder. Almonzo searched his brother's face for answers and he appeared resigned to the fate they were going to be forced to accept.

Almonzo listened to his mother's cries become more frantic.

”I can't do this without you. I cannot. I will not. Negotiate, Samuel. That's what we do. We are Spensers. d.a.m.n you, I said you will not give up! Samuel, listen to me! Listen to me now!”

Almonzo reached gently for the receiver. ”Mother, give me the phone.”

She clung to the phone with a death grip. ”No! I will not let you talk to him. He's dying. He's dying without me there to hold him. The very least I can do is hold onto him now with my words.” She jerked away from Almonzo and when she did, shrugged her shoulder away from her daughter-in-law.

”Mother, let him have the phone,” Orlando coaxed. ”We have to know what we're up against and we won't know if you don't give one of us the phone.”

”Go away! Leave me alone with your father! Leave me!” Her raging eyes pierced through each of her boys and their chosen wives. Orlando motioned for Almonzo to go into another room and pick up an extension. He quickly returned with a handheld.

”Don't you pick up that phone,” Marion threatened. He didn't have a choice so he ignored her.

”Father?”

”Son.” He received the same monotone in return.

”Talk to me, Father. Tell me what you see.”

”I see bars all around me, son.”

”Okay, let's hang on here.” Almonzo spoke with compa.s.sion. ”What else do you see?”

”Death, son. I see death.” Samuel Spenser didn't know the word quit, yet his voice shook with a profound certainty that his end came near.

”No, let me talk to your Father,” Marion interrupted. ”I want my moments with him to be well spent. Please, Almonzo. Please let me go to his grave with him.”

Her whimpering hurt to hear but as painfully as her tears fell, more important issues were pending. His mother didn't understand but perhaps later she would see why talking to him, understanding what he'd been through, needed to be heard.

”Mother, please!” Orlando stepped out into the hallway. ”Tate! I need something for Mother now!”

Almost instantly, Tate appeared with a sedative. Marion wasn't even aware her son injected her with the serum. It didn't matter. She only wept more.

”Father, stay with me. Where are you?”

”Barcelona.”

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