Eager Housewife: a smutty free-use romance (Filthy Scottish Kingpins Book 2)

14. Duncan

She opens the stall and I know I shouldn’t, but I yank her out of there and give in to my need to shout.

“What were you doing?!” My terror that something was really wrong, that she was hurt, that she was running away from me, is excessive. I don’t even know what I thought, except that I was convinced I’d lost her, and my fingers dig into her arms. That fucking pink dress. It’s gorgeous and I love it and I’m going to rip it off her, to see her bare skin just to calm myself down with a ruthless possession of her. She can wear nothing but my dinner jacket home, I don’t care.

“I was upset!” she yells back, surprising me.

“What about?” I’m shocked into a normal tone.

“I was scared that you might die!” She fights me off, her mouth creased with what seems to be genuine distress. Her cheeks are pink and blotchy, matching her dress in colour if not texture. I’m baffled as she shakes, her shoulders hunched, and she averts her face. Hiding from me.

Then it’s all clear.

“It’s okay. You’d have half my estate, shared with Ainsley, even if you’re not pregnant.” I reveal what’s in the prenup without thinking, because it’s understandable she’s distressed. She has no idea the lengths I’ve gone to ensure she’s safe.

That very reasonable comment doesn’t hit the right spot.

“You idiot!” she sobs, turning and pummelling my chest with her fists. It doesn’t hurt, but what does cause me pain is that she’s crying now, tears flowing down her pretty cheeks. “Not because of that. Because I love you!”

Every cell in my body stops. My heart ceases to beat. I don’t breathe. The shock incapacitates me until the literal lack of oxygen forces me to suck in air before I pass out.

Even so, my head swims.

“It’s okay,” she mutters, as though she hasn’t turned my universe upside down. “You don’t have to say it back. Nothing has to change.”

“Everything has changed.” I still haven’t moved.

“I’m just your convenient free use house?—”

I growl and grab her chin when she casts her gaze down. “You’re not just anything.”

She doesn’t reply.

“You’re my world,” I confess rawly. “Since you turned up on my doorstep, my heart has been yours. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

Her mouth falls open, jaw slack with disbelief, and her chin slowly rises until her blue eyes are on me, wide and incredulous.

“Is this because I’m pregnant?”

Is my wife trying to give me a heart attack today?

“You’re really pregnant?” It’s been a month of filling her with my seed, but I suppose I didn’t trust that she would want this like I do. I told myself it might be nothing to her, or a way of placating her demanding husband.

I have been very demanding.

“I’m definitely pregnant.” And her smile confirms it. A slow, radiant smile that lights her face from the inside.

My heart expands so much there’s no room in my chest for my lungs. No stomach either. Nothing but love for Blythe and the family we’ll create together.

“I love you,” I confess again. “I never stop thinking about you. I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby.”

I pull her into my arms and lean back against the sink as she snuggles into me. And for the first time since we got married, I just hold her.

“I love you too,” she says into my chest—she’s ridiculously tiny—right to my heart. It hears. Soaks that good shit up like a plant taking on water.

“I’ve wanted and loved you from the first time we met,” I say roughly. “I fell hard and fast, and I’ve been desperate to admit how much I love you. I’ve tried to tell you with orgasms.”

She splutters with laughter, but nods. “Me too.”

I truly hold her close as I’ve wanted to for this entire month. I squeeze her too tight, like I’d unzip my skin and tuck her safe inside with me. This woman is my everything.

“I’m not going to stop saying ‘I love you’ with orgasms, Blythe.” Grabbing her arse, I hitch her up my body and she clings onto me, her thighs pressing into my waist. I have a hard-on now, because Blythe is my perfect aphrodisiac, but I don’t act on it. Just hold her to me, feeling the heat between us rise. I look into her soft pale blue eyes. They still have tears glistening on her lashes, and I’m both glad and furious. “I don’t deserve you.”

She’s already shaking her head, but I stop her with a kiss.

“You’ll always be my free use housewife,” I tell her between closed-mouth, bruising kisses that I cover her face with. “If you think I’ve been obsessed with you until now, you’re about to see a whole new level now you love me.”

“I loved you from the beginning.”

“Details.” I wrap my arms around her even tighter. “I didn’t know. Now I’m going to spoil you as you deserve. I’ll love you so much you’ll never be able to leave. There’ll be nothing convenient about this marriage anymore, Blythe. You’ve done it. By telling me you love me and you’re pregnant, you’ve guaranteed that you can never even brush past another man for fear I’ll kill them for touching you.”

This is fully unhinged, but I don’t care, because she’s making little whimpering sounds of agreement. It’s true, and my wife needs to understand. Our temporary marriage was only a small part of my obsession, and she has let me off leash.

“We’re going home, and I’ll show you exactly how much I love you. Slowly. Thoroughly. I’m going to take you to our marital home, and if you’re lucky, we’ll end up in our bed before I fill you with all the seed you want. But don’t expect to have most of your orgasms in that bed, wife.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, to all of that, husband. I’m yours to do with as you like.”

I don’t put her down, and we don’t return to the meeting. They can figure out their nonsense without me. I need to get my wife—who miraculously loves me—home and tell her in more ways that she’s my one and only love.

We get as far as the front foyer where we consummated our marriage, and she wiggles in my arms. Because naturally I carried her over the threshold. This is a new start for us. A more honest but no less erotic stage of our love for each other.

“I’m obsessed with your cunt, wife, and I love you more than you’ll ever know,” I growl as I set her onto her feet and pull up her dress to palm her plump arse. “I’m going to breed you.”

“You already did!” she giggles.

“Little free use housewife.” I press kisses to her jawline, nibbling at her like I might eat her up. “You’re mine and I’ll never let you go.”

She hums happily.

I’m hard as a rock. My girl is pregnant. I got her pregnant, just as she wanted, and I’ll enjoy seeing her swell and ripen and be even more gorgeous as a mother.

My wife loves me. Literally everything is better than I could ever have hoped.

“I’ll celebrate by filling you with my come, showing you how I love you.” I wrap my hand around her neck and hold her to me possessively. “I’m going to make you orgasm on my cock over and over until you’re?—”

“Dad!” My daughter’s horrified voice cuts in. “Oh my god! Blythe, what are you doing? That is disgusting!”

My blood freezes.

We both turn to find Ainsley staring at us in horror.

Shite.