Russian Mobster's Pregnant Mistress (12 page)

“A case?” Maggie frowned. It was pretty serious for her friend to take this much time away from her law practice. Maggie had been so self-absorbed lately she’d really neglected to appreciate how much effort Courtney was putting into this trip.

“No. Just stuff.” Courtney pulled up in front of a beautiful three story house that looked like something out of a storybook.

“Wow.” Maggie couldn’t help but appreciate the place. “It looks like a dollhouse.”

“I thought you might like it.” Courtney sounded intensely satisfied. How odd.

Maggie got out of the car, feeling the first pangs of eagerness she’d experienced in what felt like ages. Painted white with green shutters, the house appeared to be a hundred years old or more. The wraparound porch was dotted with rocking chairs. The place seemed homey, but she didn’t see any other guests.

“Is this place even open for business?” Maggie called back to Courtney.

The screen of the front door squeaked open. “We are not technically open to guests just yet. I’ve been waiting to find the perfect person to fill the position of cook. As yet, I’ve not found anyone who can make the perfect breakfast.”

Maggie’s heart nearly stopped at the sound of that voice. She turned slowly, wanting to close her eyes. Yet it was Jacob she saw standing on that porch. He looked good. His dark hair was a little long. It brushed the collar of his T-shirt.

“Jacob?” Maggie whispered. “I’m dreaming.”

“No, sweetie,” Courtney said gently. “He’s really here. Although the T-shirt and jeans are definitely weird.”

Jacob shot her a dirty look and Maggie realized it was really
him
. Jacob was not dead. He was in Vermont at a weird bed and breakfast. Maggie’s heart rate skyrocketed and she stumbled her way up the steps onto the porch in order to fall into his arms.

“You’re here!” she whispered. “You’re alive. You’re not dead. How? How?” Then she thought about it. Pulling away from his embrace, she smacked him in the chest. “How could you
do
that to me?”

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Jacob said softly. He tugged her back into his arms. “I had to let you believe I was dead. The FBI would have been able to tell if you were lying. They would never have let you go.”

“I hate that you make sense,” Maggie huffed. “And I’m still going to be pissed at you for a while.”

“That’s fair.” He was hiding a grin. Then he touched her belly. “And how is our son?”

Courtney rolled her eyes. “Hungry and apparently very prone to dancing on her bladder.” Then Courtney pulled out her phone and glanced at the time. “Yeah. Have fun with that.”

Maggie felt her heart nearly stop again. “Wait. This is why we were driving around in circles for a month?”

Jacob cupped her face, gently touching her cheeks and lips as if soaking up the very sight of her. “We had to make certain the FBI had lost interest. They did follow the two of you for a week or so. Then they apparently decided Courtney was really just trying to help you get over your loss.”

“All of you knew.” Maggie couldn’t be sure how she felt about this. The sense of betrayal ran deep even though her logic told her it all made sense. “Never again,” she said fervently. “Promise me. Both of you. Never again.”

Courtney flung her arms around Maggie, tugging her away from Jacob long enough to give her a big squeeze. “I promise. Never again.”

“And I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” Jacob assured her. “It’s just us now. Our family and our life are going to be here, where we can start over.”

Chapter Fifteen

One year later…

Maggie let the gentle rocking and the familiar soft squeak of her chair send her into a state of near hypnosis. With her baby son snuggled close to her chest, all of the worries and problems of the past year seemed to fade away to nothing. Life had certainly not turned out the way she’d thought it would, but it was also better than she’d ever imagined possible.

“Is he asleep?” Jacob murmured, coming into the baby’s room.

Their son’s nursery adjoined the master suite on the third floor of the bed and breakfast. It was somehow comforting to Maggie that there were ten guests hunkered down in their cozy beds on the second floor of their snug house.

“He’s out.” Maggie yawned hugely. “And I’m nearly there.”

“You work too hard,” Jacob fretted. “Perhaps we should hire someone to take care of breakfast for the guests while you’re nursing.”

“I want to do it,” Maggie argued. “We have this discussion once a week and I always win. Will you let it go?”

Jacob lifted their son from Maggie’s arms and held the baby carefully. Little Jake always looked so tiny in his father’s big hands. Maggie loved to watch her husband with their son. She was pretty sure the FBI would have been astounded to see the mafia crime boss turned daddy of the year.

“Turn on the nightlight,” Jacob requested. “I’m going to put him in his crib.”

Maggie flipped the switch on the tiny machine that threw a lighted picture of the night sky onto the ceiling of Little Jake’s room. She was pretty sure the baby didn’t care about the dark, but it sure made coming in here for a three o’clock feedings much easier.

“I’m ready for bed,” Maggie told Jacob with another yawn.

He turned away from the crib and wrapped his arms around her. “Is that right?”

“Unless you had something else in mind?”

His low chuckle still had the ability to make her insides melt with desire. Then he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Go take a look. I was planning to pamper you a bit tonight.”

Maggie was about to remind him that pampering right now could have meant new clothes that didn’t include baby spit up, but when she walked into their bedroom she promptly forgot her snide comment.

“Oh,” she said softly. “It’s beautiful.”

Jacob closed the door, turned on the baby monitor, and then poured her a glass of sparkling juice. “Since you’re nursing, I thought you might like to pretend with this.”

Maggie couldn’t help but smile as she took the glass of bubbly liquid. A fire was crackling in the grate and there was a huge, soft blanket on the floor before the hearth. She took another look then nearly giggled with surprise. “Is that massage lotion?”

“Just get out of that robe and lay down,” Jacob told her. “You deserve a back rub.”

“Oh God,” she muttered. “I think I just came.”

Maggie dropped the belt of her robe and tossed the garment aside. She felt a little hesitant about her body since having Little Jake. She was rounder and fuller, not to mention her breasts were pretty well off limits since she was nursing. Still, Jacob had made no secret of the fact that he still found her attractive. It was incredibly validating.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.

Maggie settled on her belly before the fire. The air in the room was a little chilly, but the heat from the flames kissed her skin with welcome warmth. Then Jacob began working the mint scented lotion into the skin of her back and Maggie forgot anything else.

It felt so good to have his powerful hands kneading the sore muscles in her lower back. Then he moved up her spine and she felt a quiver of awareness inside her womb. This was her man, her husband, and the father of her child. Every part of her responded deeply to this knowledge and in seconds she was trembling with another sort of need altogether.

Jacob focused on her rounded backside. He worked the lotion into her skin and loosened her muscles. Then he moved to her thighs, spreading them gently apart and exposing her pussy to the air.

Maggie squirmed. “That feels so good, Jacob,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”

“As you wish.”

His hand quested lower, teasing the tops of her thighs and brushing over the fullness of her pussy lips. He tugged the coarse hair covering her sex. She arched her back and lifted herself off the floor. Then he slid one finger through the wetness of her flesh. He found the swollen nub of her clitoris and circled it slowly. The agonizing torture of his slow teasing made her moan.

“I’m going to fuck you, Maggie.” Jacob’s tone was rough with lust. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want you to know that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered hoarsely.

She was close to coming already. All it would take was the slow slide of his finger into her body. Her inner muscles clenched as she sought the pleasure of penetration in vain.

Jacob moved behind her. She heard the rustle of his robe as he laid it aside. Then he slid his arm beneath her belly and helped her get to her hands and knees. He caressed the globes of her ass and spread her cheeks to gain access.

She cried out when he dragged the head of his cock through her slit. The friction was almost more than she could bear. Maggie gasped with need. “Please, Jacob, please.”

Jacob could hardly hold back, though he knew he wouldn’t last once he was inside his wife. It still floored him that Maggie belonged to him. She was precious. She was everything. And as he fit the head of his swollen cock to her creamy opening, he knew he wanted to fill her with his seed and put another child in her belly.

“Jacob!”

There was both a plea and a demand in her voice. He surged forward. The head of his cock tunneled into her body until he could go no farther. The comforting muscles of her pussy caressed him and he was once again lost in the feel of this woman.

Jacob grabbed her hips and began to back out of her pussy. She arched her back, pushing her bottom against him and demanding wordlessly that he give her more. Thrusting back inside her, he let his body slap against hers. Soon there was a rhythm. Out and back in, and out until he was mindlessly fucking her and sending them both careening toward fulfillment.

She clenched the muscles in her ass tight and arched her back until the angle nearly had Jacob weeping with the intensity of friction. He felt the head of his cock nestle against the sweet spot so deep inside her body. She shuddered and then climaxed in a rush of sweet juices that drenched his cock and balls.

Jacob shouted and pushed into her body even harder. She squeezed him so tightly, her orgasm sending her to a place where she could only cry out while begging for more. He moved deeply inside her. Her clit rubbed maddeningly against the base of his cock. He felt the stirrings of his orgasm begin at the base of his spine.

Pinpricks of heat turned into rivers of fire that scorched him from the inside out. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm around her waist and plunging as deeply inside her as he dared. And with one last, desperate groan Jacob released his seed.

He convulsed against Maggie, filling her with his essence and giving her everything he had. It seemed to last forever as her pussy continued to milk his cock with each rolling convulsion of her inner muscles. And when they finally collapsed to the ground, Jacob pulled her as close as possible. He never wished to be parted from her again.

Time seemed to stop. The crackle of the logs on the fire was the only sound other than the settling of the old house. Jacob pulled the blanket up over their sweat slicked bodies. He couldn’t even be certain if Maggie was still awake.

“Jacob?”

“I wondered if you’d gone to sleep.”

She snorted. “You mean you thought you’d fucked me until I passed out? Silly man. It’ll take a lot more to make me lose my senses.”

“Is that a challenge?” he teased. “Because I’ll take that dare.”

“I wish you would.”

Jacob touched her face, tracing the line of her nose and the softness of her jaw. “Maggie, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“You’ve mentioned it a few times over the last year.”

“You mean so much to me,” he said softly. “I’ve never looked back at the life we left in New York.”

She pursed her lips, looking thoughtful. “I haven’t either. Although sometimes I miss Courtney.”

“She could always come visit,” Jacob reminded her.

“I believe she’s afraid the FBI is still watching her.”

“At least they’re no longer worrying about you.” Jacob was satisfied with this outcome in particular.

“Yes,” Maggie agreed drily. “Isn’t it awesome that the Feds think I lost my marbles and retired quietly to the countryside to raise my illegitimate child?”

“Better that than the alternative,” Jacob reminded her.

There was a long pause. Maggie gently brushed his chest with her fingertips. Her feather light touch was almost soul searing in the way it affected him. He was utterly and completely hers in ways he had never imagined possible.

“I love you, Jacob,” Maggie said quietly. “But sometimes I worry that you miss the old life.”

“Sometimes I do,” he mused. “But never enough to want that again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He struggled to make her understand. “Sasha and I grew up with nothing. We were both bastard sons of a man named Dolohov. He took us in, but we had to fight for survival in the family.” He touched his tattoos. “That is why I got these. To remind me that the only thieves who are punished are those that don’t set their sights on the biggest goal possible. It also reminds me that I need to know what that goal is before I even start down the path.”

“Seems wise,” Maggie agreed. “And now Sasha has taken your place.”

“And I’m glad of it.”

“I suppose this life will be equally exciting in its own way,” Maggie told him.

“How so?”

She nuzzled his neck tenderly. “Wait until we have a few teenagers under this roof. You’ll be needing to use some of that mafia boss mojo just to try and convince them that you’re cool enough to take advice from.”

“Heaven help us all.”

Maggie kissed him, letting her tongue skate across his lips in the most delicate of caresses. “We don’t need help, Jacob. We just need each other.”

He rolled her onto her back and proceeded to kiss her until he could no longer remember anything that had come before, or worry about what might happen after. They had now. It was enough.

The End!

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