Accidentally Perfect (11 page)

I continue to slowly thrust into her as my climax eases and I my dick begins
to soften.  I let go of her hair and run my hands over her breasts giving them a slight squeeze.  Her nipples are still puckered and if I were any type of bastard I would continue to assault them while I ready my cock for round two, but I know she’s tired; she was begging me to stop.  Her head is resting on my
chest,
and her hands are gripping my hair trying to keep herself up.  “Come on baby, let’s get in into bed.”  I take a step to the side and pull back her comforter causing the pillows to spill to the floor.  I pick her up and lift her
onto the bed, scooting
in right after her. 

I pull her into my chest, encasing her with my arms and welcome the warmth of her breath upon my skin.  I run my fingers through her hair.  “I love you, Nathan.”  Her muffled declaration send
s
chills throughout my body.  She has no idea how much I love her.

“I love you too, Laney Bear.  More than I ever thought possible.  Especially with the little time you’ve been in my life, but I don’t care.  I’m
thirty-five
years old Laney. I’ve done things that would give you nightmares to last a lifetime.  Never did I think I would feel as content as I do right now.  I would travel to the ends of the earth, fight and kill if it meant that I would have you in my arms at the end of the day.  I’d do it all over again. I’d live through the nightmares of war, of the death I’ve seen, of the death I’ve created knowing you would be in my life.  You are my salvation.”

She feathers kisses along my chest.  The low moan in my chest turns into a growl.  I laugh, “Baby girl, you are about to start something you may not want to finish.  We have to get back to the hospital to relieve Brad.”  

She continues to sprinkle soft kisses while my cock starts
to harden.  Fuck,
she’s
gonna be the death of me, but what a fucking awesome way to go. “You taste like perfection.”  She begins to lick around my nipples making them turn to stone.  She
sucks,
and I moan.  Fuck. I’ve already got a rock hard
cock, and now she’s fucking with my nipples. We gotta get out of bed and back to the girls, but I don’t want to leave this bed anytime soon.

She pushes on my shoulder and I roll onto my back.  She swings her leg over, straddling me.  Sitting up straight she gives me a small smile.  I can feel her creamy arousal dampening my abdomen.  Her voice is soft, “Hi.”

“Hey beautiful.”
  And she is
, she’s a fucking vision with her flowing red hair
and her big brown eyes.  Her hair is cascading down over her shoulders past her breasts.  I can see the soft pink of her nipples poking through the crimson curtains. But the most beautiful about her right now are the marks that adorn her body.
Lovemarks, a results
of the passion I hold for her. I can’t hold back when it comes to her.  I have this primal need to take her, to fuck her, to make sure she knows that I am the only man that will ever be able to satisfy her. 
That I am hers, and she will forever be mine.

She bends over kissing me on my lips.  She continues sweeping her lips over mine, down my neck. I close my eyes savor her warmth. My dick is poking her in the ass.  Damn, how I would love to feel the tightness as I took her in the ass. I know for a fact I’ll have it.  I’ll make every inch of her mine, but that will be for another time. 
Another place where we aren’t rushed, when there aren’t two little girls in a hospital that we need to get back to.
  “We need to go, Laney Bear.  We need to get to
to
the girls.  We need to, aw fuck.”  She slides her pussy down my
cock, and my mind is no longer on us going anywhere until I have my fill of her. “Baby.”
  All the other words are caught in my throat as I feel her pussy grip me as she rides me.  Back and forth up and down, over and over. 

My hands find her shoulders,
and I bring her down to me so I can get those luscious tits in my mouth. Her nipples are hard, aching to be sucked on, to be bitten.  I wish I could suck every inch of her tits into my mouth, but they so fucking full
it’s
impossible.  Her speed is picking
up,
and I can hear her moaning, feel her arousal dripping down my cock. It’s only a matter of time before I get my girl off.  I suck hard, bite down and I feel her pussy gripping as she comes. 
“Nathan, ah Nathan, yes.
  Fuck yes.”  Her words
undo
me.  I feel my balls tighten, I feel the tingle at the base of my spine build to the point of not being able to take it
anymore,
and I fucking come.  I explode into my wife, into my world.

“Ah, goddamn it,” I
growl.  I can’t take
it, I grip her hips and pound into her, milking every last drop.

We are both breathless, heaving, trying to catch our breaths. I can fill the cum seeping from my cunt, probably running down between Nathan’s ass right now
,  I don’t care.  I don’t think he does either.  This is our moment of bliss.  It’s just the two of us, living in the moment before we are forced to live in reality.  I hear the slam of the front door.  “What the fuck.”  Nathan grabs me and rolls me to the side.  In an
instant, he is up, and his sweat pants are on.

“Laney!”  Michael comes bursting through the door.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” 

Michael’s eyes go from me sitting on the bed holding the sheet up to cover my naked body, to Nathan where he’s bare-chested
standing next to the bed.  “Michael what are you doing here?  How did you get in?”

“What the fuck are you doing in my wife’s house.
  Get the fuck out of her room.”  Michael’s eyes don’t leave me.  “Stop looking at her before I smash your pretty boy face in.” 

“It’s all over the news Laney.”

“I said get out.”  Nathan steps forward.  Michael doesn’t move.

“What is?”  Nathan turns and gives me a
hardened look.

“The fact that you married him.
  Look.” 

Michael takes a sidestep to get around Nathan. He holds up a gossip mag,
and there is it displayed in bold black lettering, ‘Evening Edition:  Playboy GI Joe Badass, Nathan Whitmore Marries Miss Nobody Laney Richards’.  Holy crap, how the hell did they find out?  Did someone at the hospital tell the goddamn gossip
rags?
  Why am I making speculations? I know exactly who it was.  I’m sure it was none other than my mother who would sell this fucking story to the tabloids.  “Nathan
give
me that.  Michael, get out of my room.  How did you even get into my house?”  He hands the paper to Nathan.

“I still have the spare keys.  I’ll be
downstairs
, but I’m not leaving. There are reports and a shit load of paparazzi out front.  I came through the back.” 

“Fuck.”  Nathan is not happy and slams the door once Michael is out.  “I’m sorry baby girl.  This is the last thing you need right now.  The girls don’t need all this attention.”

“It’s not your fault Nate,
I know it was my mother.  Let me see the paper.”  I take it from
him, and I begin to
read.  I feel the bed dip next to me. 

“Multi-billionaire
, Nathaniel Joseph Riley-Whitmore is officially off the market.  The women of Manhattan are in mourning as their chances to snag this hot commodity has dwindled drastically.  Sources close to the couple say they met and wed this weekend while in Las Vegas, Nevada.  Some say it was a dare
amongst friends, some say it was an alcohol related incident, and others say that Miss Richards saw dollar signs
and all but dragged Whitmore down the aisle.  But what we know for certain is that while the new Mrs. Whitmore was out west having her drunken fun, her twin girls were in a serious car accident with their biological father and sources confirm both girls have been admitted to New York Presbyterian Hospital. Talk about
mother of the year people. It has been confirmed through the Las Vegas City Hall that everything is legit and proper; paperwork was filed. They are officially married. Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore may be galavanting
through Europe without any knowledge that two little girls have been injured. 
The question now is, ‘Where is Mommy Dearest and Daddy Warbucks’?”

“It’s my mother.  I know it is.  She’s the one who leaked the story.  I’m sure of it.  Damn her!”

“How do you know?”

“It’s her. She’s always wanted her family and her name in the headlines.  I’m shocked that her name isn’t somewhere in the article.  I’m surprised she didn’t tell the media that she’s the one who performed the damn ceremony. God damn it!”  I stomp my
foot; I know it’s a little childish,
but it’s one thing after another.  “How could she do this and then smear me?  Make me seem like I’m a shit mother.  If she didn’t think so little of herself and her maternal
instinct,
I wouldn’t be having this problem. Those girls are my life, and she never sees it.  She always thinks she knows how to be a mother better. It’s fucking unbelievable.”

   I get up from the bed and head to the shower. I know I need to get cleaned up and head back to the hospital.

“What do you need me to do, baby girl?  What can I do to help, other than escort Michael from the
property?”

“I need you to go into the girls’
room.  It’s the first door on the right when you come off the stairs on the second floor and grab the horses off each of their beds.  They usually sleep with
them,
and I’m sure tonight will be no different.  I’m gonna jump into the shower so we can go.  I’ll deal with my mother in the morning.”  I look at the clock and see it’s already eleven.  I’m sure the girls are
up,
and I need to relieve Brad. 

“I just don’t get what you’re doing here Michael,” I
say as I lean against the refrigerator.  I looked
for him in the most logical
places, like the foyer, the living room, the family room.  I even looked in Laney’s library and her
first-floor
laundry room.  I didn’t think he would have the balls to cop a squat at the kitchen island drinking what looks like
beer.

“I’m here for Laney and the girls.  Whatever you orchestrated in Vegas is going to end badly for her and them, so I want to make sure I’m here.”

“Maybe you forgot what your tongue was doing less than a week ago, but your extracurricular activities has relieved you of your duties where my wife and my girls are concerned.”

“Your girls?
You’re comical, you know that Whitmore?  You have no clue when it comes to Laney, Mandy or Dee.  I’ve been the one who has been here at night.  I’m the one who has dealt with tantrums while I’ve been trying to have alone time with Laney.  I’ve had to go home night after night because those girls have cried for their
mother, and you think you’re gonna come in here and steal what I have put months and months of effort towards?”

“Wow, you piece of shit.”  I push off the refrigerator and walk toward him.  I lean into him making
it,
so I am merely inches away from his face.  “It sounds to me like you are waiting
for a payout
more than you are concern about any of them.  I’m sure Vivian hasn’t kept Laney’s maiden name a secret.  I’m sure once you figured that
out; the only things
you saw were dollar signs and golden tickets.”