Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) (29 page)

“No, you
won’t. You have your own car,” he accurately pointed out.

“It’s
broken.”

He raised an
eyebrow at her as if to suggest her reason was pathetic and
unbelievable, which clearly it was.

“I’ll take the
McLaren,” she said without looking at him.

“No you
won’t.”

“Fine, I’ll
take the Ferrari.”

“No. You.
Won’t.” He was very carefully pouring melted butter into the
blender. “You can take the Jag.”

“I don’t like
the Jag,” she said, like an ungrateful child. “Lexus or Trans Am.
That’s my final offer?”

He smirked at
her and she smirked back, both of them in the middle of a war of
smirks. I sat there watching them, trying not to laugh, Nic, too
stifling a smile while rolling her eyes.

“You can take
the Lexus. It has more leg room than the Trans Am.” He switched off
the blender.

“Deal,” she
said with a victorious grin.

Bryce finished
off the eggs benedict by sprinkling some chives on top. He leaned
across the bench and went to hand it to Lucy, but quickly snatched
it back and took a bite, teasing her.

“Arsehole,”
she said playfully.

I burst into
laughter.

“I was about
to give this back to you,” he said. “But now I’m just gonna lick
it.” He held the slice of baguette up to his mouth, again teasing
her. She went to grab it but he was too quick.

“You are so
aggravating at times,” she growled as she frustratingly pushed her
stool back and launched herself around the island bench, now in
pursuit of the half eaten baguette. I watched her chase him around
the bench a couple of times when I noticed another slice on the
plate with a perfectly cooked egg and silky Hollandaise sauce to
match. I looked up at the brother/sister duo still running rings
around me then leaned forward and picked up the abandoned baguette.
Hmmm, don’t mind if I do.

I bit down on
it with a huge grin on my face.
Yum!

Nic laughed
and smiled at my consumption. Her smile also held an apologetic
undertone.

She jiggled
Alexander in her lap as she spoke to him. “Aunty Alexis is a clever
cookie, isn’t she?”

I swivelled
around on my stool to face her, making sure I kept my leg out of
the way of Bryce and Lucy. I thought I’d offer my own form of
acceptance of her apology, offering her some of the Eggs Benedict.
I held it up toward her. “Want some?”

She nodded
cheekily then stood up from the dining table and quickly walked to
the bench to avoid getting run into by Lucy, who still hadn’t
noticed the spare slice.

Nic took a
bite and let out a loud “Mmm.” Lucy refrained from chasing Bryce
and both were stopped in their tracks.

Nic and I
froze.

“Are you for
real?” Lucy asked, exasperated.

We both shook
our heads. Bryce laughed harder then shoved the last piece he was
holding in his mouth. I quickly did the same.

“You all
suck!” she said. “Not you baby boy. Mummy still loves you.” She
wrinkled her nose at Alexander. “But you, you, and you,” she
pointed at each of us. “You all suck!”

She went to
walk out of the room.

“Luce,” Bryce
said as he scooped out two perfectly poached eggs that had been
hidden in the pot. She turned back around, spying him placing them
down on another sliced baguette. “Remember that thing you did for
me a few weeks ago, where you said I owed you?”

“Yeah?”

He poured the
remainder of the sauce over each plate. “Well, we are even.” He
smiled triumphantly as he pushed a plate toward her and one toward
Nic.

Lucy stepped
forward and took hold of the plate with an equally triumphant grin.
“Whatever.” Then she left the room.

***

Nic and Lucy
had taken Alexander to the shopping precinct for the afternoon.
Bryce had taken off in search of Gareth to have a word to him about
skipping his appointments with Jessica, and Nate and Charli had
been in their bedrooms. Nate appeared at the top of the stairs just
as I was about to head up there to see what they were doing. The
sight of him at the edge of the top step terrified me immensely,
causing me to panic.

“Nate, be
careful!” I shouted in a loud voice.

He startled a
little at my outburst and gripped the railing rather tightly. “Mum!
You scared me. I was being careful,” he called down to me.

“Sorry, Mate.
Just make sure you hang on to that railing at all times,
please.”

He nodded and
made his way down slowly, timidly walking up to me and giving me a
hug.

“Promise me
you’ll just be very careful, okay?”

“Okay,
Mum.”

“What’s Charli
doing?”

“Writing
girl’s names on her notepad with coloured markers, there are a lot
of names on that list, Mum.”

“I’m sure
she’ll pick the right one.” I loved Charli’s dedication to a task
that was set for her, although I knew she felt this task was a
special one.

“Mum, can you
have another baby?”
Oh shit! That came out of nowhere.

“Yes, I
can.”

“When?”

“Not right
away, Mate. Mummy’s body needs to heal first. ” I smoothed his hair
away from his face. “Why?”

“I was sort of
looking forward to it.”

I pulled him
to me and hugged him tight, kissing him on the side of the head.
“Do you want to know something?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to
ask Bryce real soon if he would like another baby, but it’s a
secret, so don’t tell him.”

Nate nodded
his head, but had a dubious glint in his eye.

“What, little
man?”

“What will
happen if the next baby dies too, Mum?”

I sighed.
“Sometimes these things just happen, for no reason. We can’t stop
them. All we can do is accept them and try again. I can’t promise
you that our next baby won’t die too, because I don’t control that,
Sweetheart. But what we can do is be hopeful and look after each
other.”

“Mum, I’m
going to look after you.”

“I know you
are, because you are totes the sickest son ever!” I said in Nate’s
style of lingo.

Nate just
shook his head at me.

***

Later that
night, Bryce and I were snuggled next to each other in bed.

“I’m going to
miss you,” I said as I traced small circles around his abs.

“I’m going to
miss you, too, but I have to go, Hunny. It’s just shit timing.”

“You have to
do what you have to do, Mr. Clark, being the big billionaire hotel
owner that you are,” I retorted playfully, trying to lighten our
dull moods.

“It’s what I
do, Ms Summers.”

I giggled. He
hadn’t called me Ms. Summers in a while and I kind of missed
it.

“What else do
you do, Mr. Clark?” I tilted my head up to look at him through my
lashes.

A small but
sexy growl resonated from his throat right before he slid out from
underneath me and propped himself up on his side. His eyes found my
lips, and I couldn’t help but squeeze them together and drag my top
row of teeth across the bottom one. That small uncontrollable
reaction to his stare was all he needed to lose his restraint and
move forward, rapidly seizing my mouth.

I broke away
moments later, breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. He
moved his perfect lips down my neck, gently licking and nipping at
my skin. My fingers made their way into his luscious dirty blonde
hair, where I gripped his head with the intention to stop his lips
teasing me any further. I had to stop him, because his mouth had
the ability to torture me into wanting more, and more, I could not
have—not for at least another week.

I was about to
tell him to stop, when he came back up to my mouth and I felt his
tongue once again.

“I know what
you’re thinking right now?” he said through heavy breaths in
between kisses. “You’re thinking I want to make love to you, and
you’re thinking you don’t want to say no.”
Yes, your thinking is
one hundred percent correct.
“Well, you’re right. Of course I
want to make love to you...but...you have so many other body parts
that need my attention; that need me to make love to them, that
need to be fucked by my mouth.”

He caressed my
tongue with his own then pulled away from my lips, eyeing me
salaciously as he changed course and trailed kisses along my neck
and up behind my ear. I sucked in another breath as his glorious
lips kissed and sucked my skin.

His hand slid
down from my cheek, along my neck and stopped at the seam of my
bra, all the while his lips, teeth and tongue continuing to tease
the very sensitive spot under my ear lobe. My skin began to heat,
and my pelvis automatically rose away from the mattress.

He groaned
mildly then slipped his finger underneath my bra, gently grazing my
perked nipple. I gasped and tried to roll my hips into him.

“Hmmm, that’s
right, Hunny. That piece of you right there wants to be fucked
doesn’t it?” he breathed into my ear, before dragging his teeth
down my neck then trailing his tongue back up to my lobe, teasing
and tricking me into thinking he was going to fuck my nipple.

“Oh, God,” I
moaned, desperate to feel his wet, warm tongue on my breast.

He gently bit
down on my ear lobe again and squeezed my nipple between both his
fingers.

“Bryce! Yes,
please fuck it.”

He chuckled
against my skin as he made his way down to my nipple. “I have every
intention to,” he admitted, as he undid my bra and removed it,
eyeing my breast before he slid his tongue across my nipple. It
hardened at his touch, forcing my chest to magnetise toward him,
pushing my nipple further into his mouth. He groaned at my response
then flicked his tongue quicker, sending my body into a meltdown. I
was climbing to a climax in a weird kind of way. Not strange weird,
but different weird, good weird. It was a new sensation, and I was
enjoying the escalation.

He released my
nipple from his lips and made his way down my stomach.
No,
re-attach, God damn it!
The things the man could do with a
simple touch were utterly mind-blowing. My body had not previously
known the kind of passion it felt with him and I was so grateful
that it now finally had. It really felt so fucking good.

He trailed the
tip of his tongue across my stomach, gently dipping into my belly
button and back out again while continuing to move until his teeth
were gently nipping at the bend in my side.
Holy fuck, that
feels good.
I flinched and gripped his head.

“Does this
spot right here want to be fucked too?” he murmured.

“Yes. Yes, it
does,” I begged.

He reached up
to grab my entire breast in his hand as he continued to lick, suck,
nip and kiss the sensitive skin at my side.
Oh, God. I’m gonna
come from kiss-fucking. Is kiss-fucking even a word?

My breathing
started to spike, and my back began to make its journey away from
the mattress yet again.

“Not yet,
Hunny. There are more parts of you that want to be fucked and I
intend to fuck them all.”
Shit! Are there? Okay, go ahead and
fuck them.

“Sure, knock
yourself out,” I mumbled with my eyes closed, more than happy to
let him place his mouth wherever he felt necessary.

He chuckled
and I felt him move lower, till he was just above the seam of my
underwear, his lips pressing into my lower stomach.

My fingers
automatically tensed in his hair, remembering that the last time he
did that the kiss was not for me, but more so for our baby. I took
in a deep breath as he nuzzled the spot for the smallest of seconds
then continued down to the place he wished to fuck next—my
legs.

He trailed
kisses along the insides of my legs, close to my knees while
running his hands up and down them—it was simply divine.

My orgasm
began to climb again as he teased with his mouth.

“Bryce, I need
you,” I moaned.

“I know,
Hunny. I need you too.”

He moved back
up to my breast and sucked my nipple, tugging it gloriously
long.

I gasped
again, only this time I knew I was about to come.

Bryce flicked
his tongue at a rapid speed, mouth-fucking my nipple with
sensational self-assurance until I released and called his name. It
was a different kind of release, but it was a release all the
same.

He instantly
moved up to my mouth, kissing me ferociously all the while pumping
his cock with his palm against my side. My eyes were still closed,
encasing me in a new world of sensation, sensation created in a way
I never thought possible. As I forced my way back to equilibrium, I
heard him groan fiercely.

I opened my
eyes and watched him reach his release too, amazed and in awe of
his abilities to please us both sexually. His body tensed, his
muscles tight and hard, his hand in complete control as he squeezed
his cock—it was sexy as hell.

I moved
closer, pulled his head to mine and kissed him again.

“As soon as we
can, Bryce, I want to try again. I want to have your baby more than
anything.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE

The next
morning, Bryce got up early to leave for his flight. I was still
comfortably snoozing when I felt his warm lips touch the side of my
neck and his suggestive voice whisper into my ear.

“I’ve got to
go, my love. I’ll call you as soon as I can, and you can tell me
all about your moon boot. I want a picture of you in nothing but
the moon boot.”

I giggled at
his request as I opened my eyes. “You can be strangely sexy
sometimes.”

“I mean it. I
want a picture. I need to see every inch of you before I go to bed.
I won’t be able to sleep until I do.”

He trailed his
finger delicately down my bare back, sending the electric tingles
that I loved right through me.