A Piece of Me (9 page)

“
What?” His light green
eyes shifted from right to left, searching as they stared into
hers.

As her feet returned to the floor, she
considered the option of spinning her words and pretend she hadn’t
said those three. However, she didn’t want to. Even if her
confession complicated things more than they were now and she lost
her job, she wouldn’t take them back.

“
I love you.”

His arms went slack and she stepped
out of his embrace, feeling cold and unsure of herself. Seeing him
standing there quiet, she figured she’d stunned him speechless.
Deciding to continue with honesty so that her conscious would be
clear, she began, “I’ve probably loved you for years, but I refused
to see it. Why would I? I was happily married. As you know, Kevin
and I met in college and became inseparable, started dating and
married soon after graduation. I never questioned my feelings for
him, because there’d never been anyone else who I felt close to. I
knew he was my best friend and I loved him.”

The intensity of Neal’s gaze made her
tremble inside. Turning away, she went to stand by her balcony
window, still holding the test. “Then I met you and I felt things
I’d never felt before, but I didn’t give into those feelings.” She
glanced over her shoulder and looked at him. He followed her across
the room, but he still kept his distance. “Truthfully, they scared
me. They were too raw and too intense.” Turning, she watched
passengers gathering at the station waiting for the light-rail.
“Kevin was the one that noticed. A month before he died he told
me.” She shut her eyes feeling tears welling up, Kevin had still
been her best friend and it grieved her to have lost him so young.
“I denied it. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to believe that my
husband was the only man I could love.” Opening her eyes, again she
inhaled a shaky breath gaining a semblance of control. “I told him
I loved him and he told me he knew I did. So, when I asked him how
he could believe I had feelings for you, he said that I never
looked at him the way I looked at you.”

She turned and stared at the strong
man, the father of her baby, and waited for the questions or
accusations. His features were unreadable and she wasn’t sure what
to expect from him.

“
The day my plane crashed,
Patricia and I got into an argument.” Neal took a step towards her,
leaving two feet of space.

Amana was unsure where the
conversation was leading so she remained silent, allowing him the
time to talk as he’d given her.

“
It was about you.” He took
another step. “She wanted to get engaged. Hell, she had every right
to want me to propose to her after so many years. When I told her I
wasn’t ready, she said it was because I wanted my
assistant.”

A single step remained between them
and she felt as if she were captivated by his light green
eyes.

“
She screamed that I was
waiting for the opportunity to fuck you now that you were free.”
His gaze traveled down the length of her body and then back to her
face. Now his eyes were intense, his pupils dilated only leaving a
small ring of green. “I denied wanting to… I told her that she was
jealous and crazy. I lied and I knew in my heart that I was lying.
She took off angry in one direction and I in the other trying to
run from my feelings.”

Amana couldn’t believe what she was
hearing. Her chest became tight and she was struggling to draw in a
breath.

He lifted a hand and caressed her
cheek. “I drove to that airport like the hounds of hell were after
me, because if I stopped for one moment too long, I was turning my
car around and going to you.” His hand slid around the back of her
neck and pulled her towards him. “There you were barely out of the
all-consuming grief from your husband’s death and I wanted to take
you in my arms and hold you.”

Neal’s other hand caressed her waist.
She was trapped against his body. However, she didn’t have the urge
to move away.

“
You see, Amana, Patricia
was only partially correct.”

“
How?” she squeaked, her
throat constricted with emotions.

He gave her one of his devastating
smiles. “It was true I wanted to fuck you, as you’re more than
aware, now. Let’s not forget how it came about that you are
carrying my baby inside of you.”

The muscles in her stomach
fluttered.

“
The part she didn’t know
was that I didn’t just want between your luscious thighs…I wanted
in your heart.”

She whimpered. Fresh tears flooded her
eyes, but this time they were of happiness and she didn’t try to
fight them, just allowed them to roll down her cheeks. “You’re
there. I love you, Neal.”

“
I love you, Amana. What I
want more than anything is to not only be a father to our child but
your husband, too.”

Pressing her hands against his firm
chest, the strength of his heartbeat pounded against her fingers.
“Are you asking me to marry you, Mr. Stephens?”

Leaning down, he licked her bottom lip
and whispered, “Do me the honor of becoming Mrs.
Stephens.”

“
Yes.” She guided her hands
up to his shoulders.

“
Now kiss me.”

She did.

Epilogue

Neal paused in stride on his way from
the cabana bar with two fruity island drinks in hand and stared at
his wife. Amana lay beneath the umbrella shading on the beach with
their three month old son, Jacob, asleep in the baby bouncer. It
was their one year anniversary and after they returned home from
Jamaica Amana would be back at work. He didn’t want their time as a
family to end, but he missed having his wife with him at the
office. Over the last four months there had been a temporary
assistant working with him. Even though Wanda from human resources
had been filling in for Amana and was highly efficient, it just
wasn’t the same. His wife had the ability to anticipate his wants,
desires and needs both professionally and personally.

“
Mr. Stephens, do you plan
to bring me my cool beverage or continue to watch me?” Amana lifted
her beautiful eyes and looked at him over the top edge of her
book.

He moved forward. “I thought you were
deep in your novel.” Kneeling beside her, he handed her one of the
two drinks.

Sitting up, she smiled at him as she
took a liberal drink from the straw. “What can I say, where there’s
a deliciously handsome man close by I can’t help but be drawn to
him.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her and
tasted the pineapple coconut juices on her full lips. “I hope
that’s just me,” he growled.

“
No worries, dear, I only
have eyes for you.”

Taking a drink of his beverage he lay
on his side beside his wife and admired her in the sky blue bathing
suit. “The same goes for me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Have I told
you how sexy you look in that swim suit, today?”

She laughed, the husky sound traveling
along the tropical breeze. “You said that about every suit I’ve
worn over the last three days.”

“
I’ve sincerely meant
it
every
time,
too.” Amana had always been attractive to him, but since she’d
carried their child, he noticed and appreciated the changes
motherhood had made on her body. Her breasts were larger, her hips
fuller and her ass was both plump and firm. At night, he enjoyed
kissing the slight roundness of her stomach, the remaining evidence
of where his child had been housed for nine months. Assessing her
form, caused the blood to rush south in his body and fill his shaft
with heat.

If it was darker out, he would have
pulled her beneath him and pushed her bathing suit aside and made
love to her on the beach, whisper soft words of love in her ear so
not to awaken their sleeping child. It was not only too bright at
the moment, but crowded as well.

Glancing up, towards the more shaded
section of the umbrella’s shadow, he watched the rise and fall of
his son’s chest. Jacob had grown and plumped out since his birth
and was a bright and alert child. His son’s chubby almond features
were surrounded by a head full of dark curls. It amazed him how
every time he looked at Jacob how his heart swelled and how much
pride he felt being his father. At night he read to his son and
told Jacob about all the things he would teach him and what they
would do together when he got bigger. He and Amana were planning on
having three children, in two years when they started on the next
one; he hoped it would be a little girl with his wife’s lovely eyes
and gorgeous smile.

Thinking of Amana took his gaze away
from his son and back to the beautiful woman beside him. “I set our
dinner reservations for seven is that fine?”

“
Perfect.” Lifting a hand,
she caressed his bare shoulder and allowed her fingers to trail
across his chest. “My parents should be back from their snorkeling
excursion by then and I can take Jacob to their room”

He was glad his in laws had come with
them on their anniversary trip. Stan and Melinda stayed away,
touring Jamaica and giving the Stephens privacy, but tonight was
their anniversary and his in-laws were taking the baby for the
night until tomorrow morning.

Amana was nursing and didn’t like to
be away from their son for more than a night. He cared for Jacob
and loved having him around, depending on him as a father, so he
agreed with Amana.

“
Since we still have a
couple hours before dinner, what do you say we find something back
in the hotel room to do with our time?” Reaching out, he cupped
Amana’s hip, sliding his hand around the curve and squeezing her
ass, making it clear to his wife what he had in mind.

“
Oh, Neal, you must have
read my mind.” A saucy smile curled the corner of her lips as her
fingers brushed along his abdomen moving lower. At his waistband
she subtly dipped a finger below it and grazed the tip of his
sensitive cock with her nail.

“
Shit.” The single word
broke from his tightened lips on a groan. “If you keep that up the
rest of these vacationers are going to get an eyeful.

Her eyes darkened, and were full of
passion as she swept along the crest one more time then removed her
hand. On the tip of her finger, he noticed the slight shine of his
pre-cum and he watched her slide the digit between her lips,
closing her mouth around it.

Slowly she pulled her finger out. “We
have about an hour before he’ll awaken for a feeding,” she
whispered.

With those lovely brown eyes he could
clearly see the message she was relaying to him about what she
wanted to do when they got into the room. Erotic images flooded his
mind, but in his fantasies he saw him pleasing her in multiples
ways, as well. His wife had become quite the seductress since
they’d married and he desired her boldness just as much as her new
body.

After several deep breaths he was able
to get his body’s arousal level to a low, manageable hum of
need.

“
I’ll get the baby, you
grab the bag.” He took hold of the bottom of his son’s seat and
gently pulled Jacob forward so that he could pick it up and rise to
his feet.

Amana was only a half of step behind
him as she snatched up the bag and her book.

Having a baby had definitely placed
constraints around their love making, making him and Amana become
more creative in finding time to have sex. However, as his wife
jogged up beside him, her body moving just as fast with urgency as
he carried their son, he knew he wouldn’t change his life for a
moment.

~The End~

About the Author

I’m just Yvette Hines. An erotica author who loves
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paranormal lover or the sting of a commanding whip against tender
flesh. Even better, make my day and toss in two gorgeously decadent
men who only want to pleasure their woman. Oooh, yeah, now we’re
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me laugh ‘til I can’t breathe. A man who steals my breath every
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