The Last Husband (10 page)

“To
keep you warm, huh?” He fell on the bed next to me and reached over and ran his
hands across my breasts. “Is that all?”

“Yup.”
I grinned and moaned as I felt the excitement build up in me again at his
touch. “I want to feel warm and toasty.”

“I’ll
give you warm and toasty.” He laughed and sat on top of me, straddling his legs
across mine. He reached down to his penis and I felt him rubbing the tip of it
against my opening.

“Zane,”
I groaned as I felt myself growing wet again.

“Yes,
my dear?” He grinned as he caressed me with his member. He was now hard again
and he brushed it up against me with intensity, allowing it to rest at my
entrance for a second before pulling away.

“Nothing.”
I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him before running my hands across
his firm butt.

“Nothing?”
He pushed himself into me halfway and I groaned as he pulled back out of me. He
then rolled over and faked a yawn. “I think I’ll take a little nap.”

“You
suck.” I rolled over to stare at him, my body still a quivering mess.

“Oh
yeah?” He rolled over so
he was facing me and
his eyes sparkled. “I thought you liked it when I sucked?”

“Pervert.”

“You
wish.” He reached over and kissed my nose. “You’ve got such a cute button nose,
did you know that?”

“No.”
I smiled back at him, staring into his eyes.

“I
want to bite it, it’s so cute.”

“You
want to bite everything.” I laughed.

“I
do?” He smirked at me. “If you say so.”

“You
love to bite.”

“I’d
love to bite your butt.”

“What?”
I looked at him curiously. “My butt?”

“Yeah.”
He laughed. “Does that shock you?”

“You’d
have to want to do a bit more than that to shock me.” I laughed. “A lot more.”

“What
if I told you I wanted to take you in the ass?” he whispered, staring at me
intently.

“What?”
My voice was loud and shocked, and he laughed.

“You
should see your expression right now.” He ran a finger across my cheek. “I’m
guessing that means you’ve never done it?”

“Done
what?” I could barely get the words out.

“Made
love in the backdoor?”

“Made
love in the backdoor?” I laughed. “I think it’s generally known as anal, and no
I haven’t.”

“Hmm.”
He licked his lips. “So I guess I can still take your virginity.”

“Zane.”
I hit him lightly in the chest. “You’re gross.”

“It’s
not gross.” He laughed and his eyes teased me.

“Have
you done it?” I looked at him, with a slightly sad feeling.

“Uh
oh.” He looked at me with uncertainty. “We’re not going to have the sex talk,
are we?”

“The
sex talk?” I was confused.

“The
how many partners, how many different places, how many positions talk?”

“I
wasn’t planning on it.” I paused. “But I suppose if you want to.”

“I
don’t know. I’ve never found these conversations to be very helpful in
relationships.”

“I
thought you haven’t been in relationships before.” I frowned.

“I’ve
never been in love. Of course I’ve dated. I’m not a monk.”

“Okay.”
I felt jealousy stirring in my stomach. “So have you made love in the backdoor
before?”

“Uh
oh, what have I done?” He sighed. “Lucky, don’t be jealous.”

“I’m
not jealous.” I protested. “I just want to know.”

“Then
yes, yes I have.”

“I
see.” I looked away from him, trying to ignore the gnawing at my heart. “And
was it everything you had hoped it to be?”

“What?”
He looked bemused. “Anal sex?”

“Yes.”

“It
wasn’t all that.” He laughed. “I could take it or leave it.”

“I
see.” I looked down and he grabbed my chin so that I would look at him.

“I’ve
never made love to someone with a pussy as sweet as yours, my dear.”

“Zane.”
I blushed furiously at his words.

“Well,
it’s the truth.” He grinned at me and leaned forward. “Your pussy was made for
my cock.”

“Zane!”
I shook my head at the crudeness of his words, while delighted inside that he
had said them.

“I
fit in you perfectly. Your body was made to welcome me. It was made to pleasure
me. It was made to turn me on.” He growled. “I can barely look at you without
wanting you.”

“Liar.”
I happily blushed again.

“It’s
true. I want you like no woman I’ve ever wanted before in my life.”

“And
I guess there have been plenty of them?”

“We’re
definitely not having this conversation, Lucky.” He licked my lips and stared
into my eyes. “I’m with you and the past doesn’t matter, okay?”

“I
guess.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,”
I sighed, wondering just how many women he had been with. He was gorgeous and
rich; he must have been with plenty of women. And I bet they were all
beautiful, a lot prettier than me, with perfect bodies. Zane could have any
woman he wanted. I felt insecure as I lay there in his arms. Why would he want
me when he could have any of those women?

“Lucky,
look at me,” Zane sighed. “Please believe me when I say that I don’t want to be
with anyone but you.”

I
stared at him in amazement, wondering if he had a wiretap on my mind and was
now able to read my thoughts as well. As I gazed into his blue eyes, I could
see the love he had for me shining through his irises.

“You’re
a goof.” I kissed him.

“I
want to make love to you again so badly,” he growled in my ear. “I want to feel
my skin on your skin.”

“You
feel it now.”

“I
want my cock to feel the heat of your pussy as it slides up in you and makes
you quiver and tremble,” he whispered again and I blushed.

“Zane!”

“Maybe
soon.” He smiled wickedly. “If you’re pregnant, we can have all the unprotected
sex we want.”

“Oh.”
My eyes widened at his words. “I guess we can.”

“And
if you’re not, will you go on birth control?” His voice was hesitant.

“Birth
control?” I frowned.

“Well,
if you’re not pregnant, then we want to make sure you don’t get pregnant.” He
laughed.

“Oh,
yeah.”

“I’m
all for safe sex and condoms, but when I make love to you, I want to feel all
of you. I want to smell, taste, hear, and feel every emotion in your body as I
make love to you.”

“What
if I’m already pregnant?” I looked at him with an anxious expression. It seemed
to me that he was hoping
I wasn’t. It seemed to
me that he didn’t really want me to have a baby—his baby.

“If
you’re pregnant, we’ll do the right thing.” He smiled tightly. “We’ll go to the
classes and get the books and get ready to welcome a baby into the world.”

“Okay.”
So nothing about marriage then, I was disappointed in myself and in him. How
could I expect him to want to marry me? He barely knew me.
He knows you well enough to let you sleep in his bed and stay in his
house though
, a voice whispered in me.
Shut
up
, the other voice shouted. Marriage is a big step.
Just shut up
. I plastered a wide smile on my face so Zane couldn’t
see how let down I felt.

“We
should go to the doctor tomorrow and check.” He stared into my eyes. “If you’re
okay with that.”

“That’s
fine.” I smiled tightly and pressed my face into his chest.

“We’d
be a regular little family then,” he whispered into my hair. “We’d be connected
for life.”

“Yes,
yes we would,” I whispered against his chest, and at that moment I knew. I knew
that despite all my worries and concerns, I wanted to be pregnant. I wanted to
spend the rest of my life with this man in it, it didn’t matter to me how he
was in it, he just needed to be in it in some way. I wanted to love and hold
onto Zane Beaumont forever, and at times like these, when I was cuddled against
his warm chest and could feel his breath on my skin, I felt like it was a
possibility. I felt like we had a real shot.

Finding
out that he had had a crush on me as well when he had been going to the diner
made my heart soar. I knew that to some people, it may have been creepy that he
had tried so hard to get me to that party to get to know him better, but that
just made me love him more. It showed me that what we had wasn’t just a spur of
the moment thing. He had been noticing me for all those months as well. We’d had
a real connection in the diner. It wasn’t just on my side. What I dreamt about
for myself and for him could be a real possibility. I knew that if we had a
baby, it would bring us even closer together. A baby would bond us for life.
That’s what I hoped at least. I just wanted to hold onto Zane forever.

“Penny
for them.” Zane pulled me back slightly so he could look at me.

“I
was just thinking that you do a great job at keeping me warm.” I smiled at him
sweetly. “You’re like my personal blanket.”

“I
see.” He grinned at me. “Do you need some inner heat as well?”

I
cocked my head and pretended to think. “Well, I do feel a slight empty
coldness.”

“I
see. Well I can’t let that continue, can I?”

“I
hope not,” I grinned back at him and then pushed him back onto the bed before
straddling him. “Though sometimes I like to make myself warm.”

“Oh?”
His eyes clouded with desire as I rubbed myself back and forth on him.

“Yes,
sometimes I like to take control.” I grinned and watched his face as I slid
down on him and started rocking back and forth.

“I
have to say, I like it when you take control.” Zane grinned and reached up to
bring me down for a kiss, and as I rode him, I felt myself losing control. I
felt the heat rising through me quickly and as I felt my first climax trembling
through my body, I knew I was in for another wild night.

Chapter 5

Zane

It
was still dark outside and I laid as still as possible so
I wouldn’t wake up Lucky. I laid staring out the
window and imagined that the stars I saw twinkling were those of my mother and
Noah. Though, I didn’t really know where my mother was or what had happened to
her. It was as if a whole part of my life was unknown to me. I continued
watching the stars and held Lucky close to me as she slept in my arms.

“Everything
okay?” she whispered sleepily, and I froze.

“Yes,
sorry for waking you.”

“You
didn’t wake me.” She turned over and stared at me. “I’ve been awake for a
while.”

“Oh?”

“I
didn’t want to disturb you.” She smiled sweetly and my heart stirred with an
emotion I had never felt before.

“I
didn’t want to wake you either.”

“Well,
we did a good job of that.” She laughed and stretched against me. “What were
you thinking about? You look so serious in the moonlight.”

“I
was thinking about my mom.” I kept my voice light.

“You
think about her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah,
her and Noah.” I attempted a smile. “I have memories that sometimes flash in my
mind as if someone was putting a photograph in front of my eyes.”

“Oh?”
I could tell that Lucky wanted to know me, so I continued.

“I
was only six when my mom left, you know. And Noah was four.” I frowned. “We
didn’t really understand what was going on. Every morning I would take my
blanket and sit at the top of the stairs, waiting for her to come home.”

“Oh,
Zane.”

“I
waited patiently every morning, sometimes Noah would come out and join me and
bring his little rubber duck.”

“Rubber
duck?”

“It
was a yellow plastic duck that my mother had bought for us. We both hated
having baths and so she made it into this game. We would get to swim with the
duck if we had a bath.”

“Oh.”
She smiled at me gently. “Smart lady.”

“Noah
loved that duck.” I laughed. “He kept it all these years. I used to wonder why.
Now I suppose it’s because he wanted to keep it to show her when she came back.
Wanted to show he never forgot her.”

“I’m
sorry.” Lucky’s eyes were filled with tears and I squeezed her hands.

“It’s
not your fault.” I shook my head. “We must have waited at the top of the stairs
for months, and then one morning, my dad came out and saw us, and he just went
crazy.”

“Oh
no.” A tear slid from her eye and I reached over and kissed it.

“Don’t
cry for me, my love.” My heart surged with love for this woman who was broken
by my story.