Chapter 13
Thirteen
Blair
I have clothes now. Adrian’s brothers brought several of my suitcases and boxes into the house this morning.
I could rummage through them and find silk pajamas, but I like wearing my husband’s T-shirt.
Not a fresh, clean one from the drawer. No.
I prefer to wear the one he took off because it smells like him.
I’m sitting on the kitchen table, my ass barely covered, my legs spread. Adrian is in the chair in front of me, keeping my knees wide and my shirt pushed up so he can see my pussy whenever he wants.
He’s feeding me pieces of dark chocolate in between sips of champagne. We have no idea if we’ve paired the correct chocolate with the right bubbly, but we don’t care. We make the rules now, and tonight I was craving chocolate and champagne. Let the bubbly-wine police come and arrest me.
He’s grinning. I am, too.
We’re also sharing a glass. I thought we could just drink from the bottle, but Adrian was afraid one of us would end up breaking a tooth, so we filled a flute.
After a sip, I set my hands on his broad shoulders and say, “Tell me about yourself.”
He chuckles. “Too late to find out my secrets. The ink is already dry. We’re married.”
“Do you have any good ones, though? Secrets, I mean.”
“Mmm.” He kisses me. “Let’s see… Apparently, I’m boring. I can’t come up with any.”
I slide my hands into his hair. “What does your average day look like?”
“Before I met you?” He grins.
“Yes.”
“I’m in charge of security, so I usually spend way too much time staring at cameras and updating the equipment.”
“That sounds really boring.”
“More boring than counting out tiny pills and putting them in a brown plastic bottle that no adult could possibly open?” His face lights up, and he continues, “By the way, is that a job? Does someone secretly work for the pharmaceutical companies behind the scenes, trying to develop increasingly more difficult lids?”
I laugh. “To answer your first question, remember, I’m not a pharmacist. I’m a biologist. I’ve never counted pills.
My parents had big dreams of me developing a new drug that would cure, or pretend to cure, something random.
But I could just as easily apply my degree to splicing the DNA of radishes in order to develop a new vegetable that makes them green or somehow more nutritious. ”
His eyes widen. “Brilliant idea.”
Giggling is apparently my new thing. It feels good. “And, to answer your second question, I wouldn’t be surprised if my parents secretly owned a side company and employed people to make it impossible to open pill bottles.”
Adrian kisses me again and then feeds me a bite of chocolate, followed by a sip of champagne.
I can’t recall a time when I’ve been this relaxed.
I should be in a total panic. I got married to a man I don’t really know, and I haven’t even told anyone in my family.
If they could, they’d probably declare me mentally incompetent and have me committed.
“Why exactly do you and your brothers need such high-tech security?”
My husband nuzzles my neck before answering.
We can’t stop touching each other. “Mostly because someone came onto this very property over a decade ago and killed my parents by burning down our house. That’s enough to put all of us on edge.
Also, my brother Asher is hyperaware of every square foot of this land.
Before we got the security system up and running, he stalked the property on protection detail for years. ”
“I guess you know who the arsonist is now, since you said he died in an ammunition accident.”
Adrian sobers and holds my gaze, gripping my hips. “The arsonist was the owner of the property you bought. Rebekah and Hannah’s father.”
I gasp. “Oh, shit. That’s awful.”
“Yes. He was very backward. After his wife died, he sold Hannah into domestic slavery and used Rebekah as his own personal punching bag, cook, and maid. Asher found Rebekah snooping around our property and tied her to a chair in the kitchen. That’s where Adam found her.
She’d had a sweet spot for Adam as a child.
He married her right away. Then, as predicted, her father stormed over here in the night, waving his gun around, intent on getting his maid back.
He was a fool, though, and ended up killing himself by accident. ”
“Jesus…”
“Yeah.”
“What about Hannah? Is that how she got pregnant? From the man who bought her?”
“No. His son, who was home on leave from the Army. It wasn’t consensual, and he later died in battle. Hannah ran away a few days before delivering. She came here. I saw her approaching on the cameras, Aaric went out to get her, and, well, he married her.”
I’m smiling. “So many love stories. This property must have some sort of effect on you guys. What about Asher? How did he meet Emma?”
Adrian laughs. “He kidnapped her, like he did Rebekah. Found her on the property and went apeshit, thinking she was trespassing. Really, she’s a botanist, and she had permission from Andrew to collect research data about some of the plants on our land.
Andrew simply forgot to mention to anyone that he’d made arrangements for Emma to conduct her study. ”
“And then he married her.”
“Yep.”
“And Andrew? How did he meet Jaclyn?”
“Jaclyn is an attorney for JNG Enterprises. She found a discrepancy in a few of our contracts, brought them to Andrew’s attention, and came out here to meet with him. Shit happened, and he married her.” Adrian grins.
I place my hand over my heart and sigh. “So sweet.”
“Sure. Not as sweet as you.” He kisses me again. We can’t keep our hands off each other.
“That leaves Cheri,” she prompts.
“Cheri’s a romance novelist and close friend of Jaclyn’s. She followed Jaclyn here, stomping angry that she couldn’t get ahold of her best friend.”
I laugh. “So, Aaron married her, of course.”
Adrian smirks. “Of course.”
I ponder my future, chewing on my lip for a moment. “What will I do around here while you’re keeping everyone safe from unknown enemies?”
Adrian shrugs. “Whatever you want, baby. Rebekah and Hannah have an amazing garden going if you truly want to splice vegetables and create a new variety. I’m sure they would help. I’m just spit-balling. Take some time to find yourself. When did you last take a vacation?”
I tap my lips. “My parents took me to the obligatory amusement park when I was seven.”
“Then I’d say you’re due for a break.” He stands, sets our champagne and chocolate out of the way, and lowers me so I’m lying on the table.
With a twinkle in his eyes, he pushes my T-shirt up and kisses my stomach.
“You could have our babies and spend your days raising the next generation of scientists.”
I shudder. It’s possible we’ve already made a baby. The thought of a human growing inside me is almost overwhelming on top of everything else.
Adrian pushes my shirt higher, exposing my chest. He nuzzles my breasts. “I can’t wait to watch you nursing our infants,” he mutters.
“What if I don’t want to breastfeed?” I counter, simply to see what he’ll say.
He shrugs. “Then I’ll milk you and feed them myself.”
I gasp. Without blinking, I watch him suckle my nipple. After a few seconds, he lifts his eyes to mine, brows raised. I don’t think he’s kidding.
“You want to milk me?” The words come out squeaky, and a rush of arousal leaks out of my pussy. Why does the thought turn me on? Surely I’ve misunderstood. “You mean like put me on my hands and knees and squeeze the milk out of me?”
My husband flicks his tongue over the bud. “That could be fun sometimes, if it turns you on, but most of the time, I’ll use an electric pump. Faster, easier, probably less uncomfortable. Seems like it would take a while to get your breasts drained the old-fashioned way.”
My jaw drops, and then I squirm. He’s not laughing. “I, uh, if I need to pump, I can manage it on my own.”
He switches to tormenting my other nipple. “I’m sure you could. The directions are most likely in English. But taking care of your breasts and teats—” he pinches one “—falls under bedroom activity. I think I’ll play my Dom card regarding milking.”
My head is spinning, partly because what he’s suggesting is so far past kinky it’s not even funny. But the other reason I’m dizzy is that the idea of letting him milk me is turning me the fuck on.
“Did you just call my nipples teats?”
He grins. “Is that what’s making you pant, baby?” He suckles one and releases it with a pop before cupping my breasts. “What do you call heavy breasts that are filled with milk, princess?”
I swallow. My face heats as I stare at him.
“Tell me, baby. Say it.”
My boobs feel so heavy, I think if I glance down, I’ll find them larger than they were a minute ago from all this talk of milking me.
Adrian languidly rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Teats hang at the end of what, Blair?”
Licking my lips, I finally murmur, “Udders.” I nearly come then and there. My pussy is pulsing. My legs are spread wide, and nothing is covering my naked, exposed sex. He’s not even touching me there, yet I feel like I’m close to orgasm.
“Mmm,” he mumbles against my chest. “My wife is so fucking turned on by the idea of being milked that she’s about to self-combust.”
I moan.
Adrian slides down my body, pushes my knees wider, and stares at my soaking wet pussy.
“Everything is swollen and red and throbbing down here, baby. I don’t think that’s from us having sex earlier.
I think it’s because you’re desperate for me to thrust my bare cock into you again so we can make our first baby.
The thought of me worshipping your growing body turns you on.
You can picture yourself on your hands and knees while I hook a pump up to your teats and drain them, can’t you, baby? ”
A long whimper escapes me. He’s so filthy, and I love it.
“You want that, don’t you, princess? You want me to fill you with my seed so that you’re even more mine than the ring on your finger indicates.”
“Yes…” I whisper, unable to deny what he’s saying.
And then his mouth is on me, drawing my clit in as if he can milk it, too.
I cry out. My man really likes to eat me. It’s not something I ever imagined from a life partner. Nothing about him is what I anticipated. But then again, I left my family and the company business because what I expected out of life was so boring that it terrified me.
Nothing about life with Adrian is boring.
My eyes roll back as I come against my husband’s mouth right before he stands, drags me closer to the edge of the table, and thrusts into me. I don’t even know when he lowered his shorts. I don’t care.
I grip the smooth surface with my fingertips at my sides, but I’m sweating, and it’s slippery. Adrian has a hold of my hips, though, so no traction is needed.
Holy Mother of God… This man rocks my world. I had no idea sex could ever feel this good. I ran away from my life and hoped to one day find a love connection that wasn’t sterile like whatever was expected of me with William. But this…
This is out of the stratosphere.
Adrian leans closer and scrapes his teeth over one of my nipples. His position causes the base of his cock to rub against my clit, and I come a second time. How many is that today? How many times have I orgasmed in the last twenty-four hours? A lot.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. You’ll milk my cock, and I’ll milk your udders, princess.” He groans as he thrusts his hips over and over until he finally cries out, the primal sound filling the cabin with his release.
I’m one very lucky woman.