Beyond the Breaking Point

BEYOND THE BREAKING POINT

Breaking point
. Everyone has one. For Dr. Cassidy Brannon it was discovering her husband, Phillip, in a compromising position with his best friend Max’s almost fiancée, Amber, while vacationing with the other couple. Angry and heartbroken, she and Max indulge in a night of drunken sex. The next day, Cassidy returns home with one goal in mind—divorce.

However, nothing goes as planned. Phillip, hell bent on fixing their marriage, won’t agree to a divorce. What was only meant to be one night with Max has turned into so much more. Then Cassidy finds out she’s pregnant. With both Max and Phillip claiming to be the father, how much more can Cassidy take before she’s pushed beyond the breaking point?

A Real Love Enterprises Publication

Beyond the Breaking Point

ISBN 978-0-9899260-0-3

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Beyond the Breaking Point Copyright © 2013 Zena Wynn

Proofread by Bernadette Smith

Cover art by Shirley Burnett

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“And the two shall become one flesh; so they are no longer two, but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate…”

Mark 10:8-9

“Grief is the emotional contract of divorce.”

–Cheryl Nielsen

Chapter One

A large hand, calloused from years of playing football and basketball, glided underneath the hem of the flimsy, baby-doll nightie she wore and worked its way to her breasts. “Wake up, beautiful. It’s baby making time.”

Groaning in protest, Cassidy Brannon rolled away from her husband’s touch, drew her leg up in her favorite sleeping position, and hugged her pillow closer to her. “Sleep. Vacation.”

Phillip, her husband of eight years, chuckled huskily. “I see I need to be a little more persuasive.”

 He snuggled up so close behind her, she could feel the hard rod of his morning erection prodding the crease of her buttocks. Pushing her mass of unbound hair out of the way, he made a trail of nibbling kisses and love bites, beginning with the sensitive skin behind her ear, to her neck, and gradually worked his way down the length of her spine. As he maneuvered lower, he skimmed the palm of his hand up her thigh to the naked skin of her core. Probing fingers teased, touched, and tested her readiness to receive him.

What Cassidy wanted most was more sleep. She cracked an eye open. The milky whiteness of extremely early morning or of a rain-clouded sky peaked around the edges of the large, wooden-blind covered window. Since today’s forecast called for clear sunny skies, Cassidy had to assume the sun hadn’t completely risen. 

“Roll over,” he commanded, his voice low and aroused.

Reluctantly, Cassidy did as instructed, knowing this morning’s opportunity to sleep in had just gone bye-bye. “Mmm, you’re really getting into this,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kneed her legs open. Phillip lowered his heavier frame onto her lighter one, pinning her to the mattress.

As she ran her hands up and down his muscular back, she mused that he still was just as big and muscular as he had been when he played collegiate football. Not surprising since he spent hours in the gym each week working on his physique.

He gave her that smile she adored. “Darling, you know I’m always up,” he nudged her sex with his penis, “for a challenge. The book said early morning was the best time for conception.”

He drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply. Reaching between their bodies, he strummed her clit with his thumb. Cassidy moaned and arched into the knowledgeable hand stroking her body. Maybe morning sex wasn’t such a bad idea after all, she thought hazily as her body came alive.

“You ready for me?” he asked, a hint of strain in his voice.

Her “yes,” came out on a sigh of anticipation.

He withdrew his hand and guided his penis to her opening. Flexing his powerful hips, Phillip pushed steadily until he was deeply embedded. Then they began to move in a rhythm they’d perfected through years of practice.

Phillip changed the angle of his thrust and hit a spot that caused her to jerk. “Ohh,” she moaned.

“Like that?” his deep voice rumbled.

“Yes.” It came out breathy.

He did it again, and again. Cassidy canted her hips to take him deeper, and allowed her nails to dig into her husband’s damp, muscular back. There was nothing like a man who took good care of himself, she mused. She loved running her hands over his muscles.

“That’s right, baby. Tighten that pussy around my cock. Make it good for me,” he commanded. “Dig those nails into my back. Show me you like what I’m doing to you.”

Cassidy moaned, knowing she was getting close. She could feel it in the clenching of her abdomen muscles. “Feels…so…good,” she panted.

His dark-brown eyes stared into hers from inches away. “I love your pussy. It’s so hot, sweet and wet.” He thrust faster, harder. “Come for me, baby. Let go. Let go now.”

Cassidy dug her heels into the mattress, stiffened, and on a strangled groan, let the orgasm take her.

“That’s right, baby. Shit, you feel so good. Hold on. Hold on to me tight. I’m getting ready to let go.”

She wrapped her arms around him and held on to his slick body as he pounded into her. The mattress groaned its protest at the abuse and Cassidy had a moment’s concern, wondering if their condo mates could hear and know what they were doing. Then Phillip went rigid. His hips gave a few spasmodic jerks before he slumped on her, a complete dead weight.

Cassidy gave him a few seconds to recover then poked him in the side. “Can’t breathe,” she gasped.

He hefted his upper body up a few inches and shifted his weight to the side before dropping again. Cassidy lay with her husband curled around her, his head on the pillow beside her. He breathed heavily in her ear, his muscled thigh still sandwiched between hers and his now flaccid, damp cock pressed against her body.

She idly stroked his hair, loving the way his sweat-slicked, low cut felt against her hand. “They’ll be looking for us soon.”

He cupped her breast and toyed with the nipple. “We’re on vacation,” he reminded her. “That means no schedules. Besides, you’re supposed to lie still and give my soldiers a chance to reach their target.”

She laughed. “Like your soldiers need any help.”

Philip propped up on an elbow. “You never know. You’ve been off the pill for six months. I thought we’d have seen some results by now.”

She cupped his strong, handsome face, allowing her thumb to play with his goatee. “Six months isn’t that long, considering. I wasn’t all that regular before I went on the pill and it took a few months for me to start ovulating after coming off. So in reality, we’ve only been trying about three months. The rest was really great practice,” she told him, waggling her eyebrows.

His lips smiled but the eyes remained serious. “I just really want a family with you.” He shifted his hand from her breast and laid it on her stomach. “I want to see my child, children growing here. We’ve waited long enough.”

“You will,” she assured him. “And thirty isn’t that old to be starting a family. Women can safely have children into their forties. We have time.”

“Just to be on the safe side…” Philip slid his hand from her belly to her mound and stroked her clit. “I’d better send in the reserves.”

“Go troops,” she cheered as he dragged her down into another round of lovemaking.