Harkham's Corner (Harkham's Series Book 3) (9 page)

“Yes, you do.”

She smiled and went up on tiptoes for a moment, then set herself back down.

Was she trying to be bigger than him, too?

Not hard to do since after that phone call he was almost shrinking inside. God, that person should be shot.

She frowned and tapped her toe when he didn’t answer. “Ears are for hearing. Mopmop told me that.” She waved to get his attention. “So, Daddy . . . Can’t you play dolls with me? I’ll show you how to do it better.”

“You swear? I need to hone my skills at dressing a baby doll.”

She swirled back and forth, making her skirt swoosh and sound cool.

“After your nap, though, sweetie. It’s time to rest, and I have some things I’ve gotta finish first. Go lie down and start looking at books, and the time will pass in a flash.” She opened her mouth about to protest, but he kept going. “I’ll think of what kind of doll story we can make today while you’re resting and gaining your strength. Deal?” He set the egg timer for her, and she carried it off with her, a hopeful look in her eyes.

She knew she had ten minutes to look at books and then she was to close her eyes and hum herself to sleep. That’s how afternoon naps went.

Once she was in her room, he gulped down a soda, ate his chips so fast he barely tasted them, then logged on and started his test.

Only his concentration was shaky.

Damn that phone call. Why was it bothering him this bad?

It wasn’t. It wouldn’t.

He ran his sweating palms down his shorts. Nothing mattered but his family and his studies. That’s all he had to worry about.

Well, and Choppy. She was important, too.

He glanced over at his pal sleeping by the sliding glass door.

Maybe he’d give her a bath tonight with Meg’s help. She liked blowing bubbles at their dog while he scrubbed the stink from her pretty coat.

He went back to his test, wishing Choppy was closer so he could pet her and calm down a little better.

Would it help, though? Really?

He ignored the feelings lighting him up inside, setting his groin on fire.

His legs almost twitched with masculine power.

But it would have to wait.

He swallowed hard, and the thought of what he could do after this test was done, set him back to his task with a much clearer focus.

Good. He needed this type of motivation.

A very soon-to-be-naked Mari was all he needed to look forward to in order to accomplish his goals—his reward—his
wife
.

She was why it all made sense.

It didn’t take him long to finish the test once his head was back in the right space, and he felt pretty good about how it went.

His father texted him a few minutes later to ask how the test went, and to also tell him they never did find his lab coat.

Fridays his dad had off, so Adam was confused about why he mentioned the coat.

Oh well. It didn’t matter. The coat would turn up. Things usually did that in his life.

When he didn’t look, they almost bit him in the leg. Worse than Choppy when she needed to pee outside in the backyard and refused to use the doggy door.

He got up and searched for Mari. He’d heard her come home when he was taking his test, but he was so absorbed in what he was doing he barely said hi to her as she passed by.

Now was different. Now he could see all of her.

Nakedness was important. The most important part of his day.

He turned the corner into the living room and took a deep breath.

She was reading on the couch, nursing the baby. Dressed—
dammit
!

He lowered his head, keeping his eyes zeroed in on her and sort of bared his teeth while his fingers flexed.

Yes, he could get her naked very quickly. Baby or no baby attached.

He was better at stripping her down than Meg was at dressing her baby dolls.

“Sweetie, I can feel you watching me,” she said, smirking while keeping her eyes on her phone.

“You’re so pretty. Always my eyes search for you. I can’t help it. They love the way you look.” He leaned against the wall. If he got closer, he could smell her, too, but then he’d want to touch her and Button was fussy a lot today. Teething most likely.

If the baby went to sleep, then he could strip her down and touch her wherever he wanted.

His dick hardened just thinking about it. That was always a good feeling. The tingles. The soreness.

He used to hate that feeling, but not anymore. Not now that he knew what it felt like when he released his semen inside her pussy nice and deep, where it belonged . . . Well, it was something he craved endlessly.

“We’re out of condoms,” she reminded him. “You said you’d go get some today. And you already came inside me that last time in the garage a few weeks ago. Lucky for you I’d just had my period end, so I wasn’t too worried about it. But this time we’re in the danger zone, buddy.”

“I didn’t have time,” he said, stretching and yawning.

“Then you don’t have time to make love to me.”

“How did you . . . ?” His mouth dropped open. “I was just looking at you. I didn’t say anything about sex.”

“Sweetie.” She lifted one eyebrow and barely glanced over at him. “With how hard you’re breathing over there, I knew it was either a stalker or you. And since you live with me, I figured you were hard and wanting and the most likely suspect.” She set her phone down. “Plus, it’s two o’clock—that’s usually when you’re dying for it.”

“It’s when it’s time to explode with me, love. That’s all it is. Kids take naps at this time, and you need the orgasm, too. It’s medically good for you, and it helps you to relax and—”

She smiled so wide, his breath caught. “You’re adorable—explaining medical benefits of sex.”

“It’s not only sex to me. It’s you. It’s me on top of you. It’s your moans in my ear. It’s my dick in a deep, soft, warm spot I adore.” He swallowed because his mouth was watering. “And I love the idea of your breasts being mine alone for a little bit. Button’s best nap is now.”

He stood on tiptoes to look over at the little guy and see if he was asleep yet.

“He’s not quite there,” she informed him, stroking the little boy’s hair.

“Please, Mari . . . I haven’t told you I’m a man all day, but I am one, and I have needs. I
need
you!”

She sighed but it sounded like she was fighting her urges, not at all like she was annoyed with him. “I’m ovulating today.”

“How do you know? You don’t chart your fertility, but we could start doing that if you wanted. I can check your cervix for you. It’s supposed to be pretty easy to do.” He made a loose fist, and showed her how he’d insert two fingers inside her vagina.

“No thanks, honey. I know because I’ve been crampy all day, and this is the time I try to avoid you because I’m crazy horny, and not to mention feeling a little edgy. My breasts are tender as well.”

His eyes went wide, and he gripped his thighs, bending over at the waist, trying to catch his breath. He tipped his head up just enough to see her carefully. Damn . . . Her other nipple was really hard. It was hanging out a little below her shirt. She was braless.

God bless her—this was why he loved two o’clock nap time. Clothes came off, and he knew she might be leaking a little bit of milk, too.

Yes! Her milk was good for his baby and for him as well. It was so sweet and yummy.

“You taste like soda without the fizz when I lick your dripping nipples. Did you know that?” He stalked toward her, his breathing deepening.

“That’s good to hear, but you’re not getting any. We have two kids already. I’m not ready to have another one, and you know how easy I get pregnant.”

“I knooooow,” he said, sucking in some of his saliva, attempting to escape. “What I didn’t know was that you were dying to have me, and now I won’t take no for an answer.”

He crept toward her. Those gray eyes of hers almost turned black as they darkened.

She moistened her top lip.

Well, God, she really was hungry for him. She only did that when she was ready to kiss him hard and deep.

“Adam—” She held up her hand and set it on his chest when he leaned over, ready to take what her lips wanted to give him.

“Don’t say no. You’re my wife. I’m the man. You want this, and I want to give it to you. I won’t let you get pregnant.” He took a deep breath, and her scent overwhelmed him.

He dropped to his knees, gripping her inner thighs, barely an inch away from the baby’s body.

His heart bumped a jagged beat, and it spelled out all the ways he would have her.

“How are you going to prevent it without a condom?”

“I’ll pull out.”

Her eyes closed, and she hissed a little bit. “Get real. That doesn’t work. It’s called child number three, not birth control.”

He shook his head, and tipped her head up by cupping her jaw so she’d open her eyes. “Only seven percent get pregnant that way, and I know when I’m gonna come. I’m an expert at it now. I’ll deposit my sperm in that sweet mouth of yours.” He used his thumb to part her lips and ran the pad of his finger across the bottom silky one.

Her tongue peeked out and dabbed at it.

“Suck it. Show me what you’re about to do to my dick. It wants you to, and so do I.”

She gasped.

“What? That’s what it’s called. I am going to talk like a real man all the time now. I’ve been doing that more lately. I’m sick of using proper words all the time.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “And your pussy is calling to me right now. I can hear it. I can
feel
it. And you fucking know I can
smell
it, wet and perfumed just for me—your lover who knows your body better than you do. Open to me. Invite my cock in. There’s nothing I want more right now than a tight, deep fuck with you.”

Her chest rose and fell, proving she was so aroused he would barely need to touch her.

He’d do it anyway, though. He loved having his fingers wet from her juicy flow.

He nipped at her ear, rounding his body over the baby, careful not to touch him.

“Two o’clock means nothing else exists except you. It means my hands must hold you, part you open so I can touch the softest parts of your body. It’s like silk that I’ve licked and held on my tongue. Plus, it’s pink. So beautiful—blushing and warm. I like pink on you. I like it when I see it because it reminds me of your wet pussy’s folds. Let me in, sweetheart. It’s so much better than anything else I know in my life. It’s you. It’s mine. I
want
it.” He leaned in and nudged her thighs open with his elbows. “I want your pussy to show me how amazing it is with all its gushing readiness.”

“Adaaaammm,” she whispered, but it was on the edge of a raspy moan.

“Yes, you’re asking for me . . . Trust me, and I won’t let you down.”

“Oh God,” she said, even quieter, shaking a little.

“You want to make love, and I do, too. Let’s be happy. We love each other. Why hold that away from the one we care about? It’s cruel.”

She chuckled under her breath. “You are insanely hard to say no to. You know what to say to get to me.”

“That’s how I got you to marry me.” He ran the tip of his nose down her jaw, then his hands were pulling her shirt up very carefully around the baby so as not to wake him.

“Put a blanket on the floor, and I’ll let him nap out here.”

“Let me test you first and make sure you’ll be my woman with her man inside her.” He walked his hand up her thighs and felt for her moisture. “Oh wow . . .” He groaned. “Soaking for me. Soaking for my cock. That’s beautiful. Such an amazing and obedient pussy. Adam likes that very much. Makes his dick harder.”

She sighed and her legs tightened. “Blanket.”

He pushed back, hopped up and loped down the hallway, but with the grace of a quiet cheetah. There was no way he was going to wake the baby.

This was nap time. Or love time now.

He checked on Meg, asleep in her room, then he set the thick froggy baby blanket on the floor.

She maneuvered to the ground, keeping the baby attached at the breast, until they were both lying down. Button startled for a second and then his jaw went slack and he let go.

“Time to be mine. My tits I get to suck. My soaked pussy I get to fuck as hard as I want.”

Her chest pinked at his words. Oh, he
liked
that.

And now this changed things.

“Black and pink are very erotic. Like some of your lingerie.”

She nodded, but her brow scrunched up.

“Garage,” he said, pointing.

She smiled and almost bounced out of the room.

A moment later, he had a blanket spread on the hood of his black car, and he was lowering her onto it.

“It’s sloped, but that’s okay. It helps me see what I’m doing better. Almost like you’re my patient.” He grinned, but it didn’t last long because her legs were in the air, spread wide.