MALCOLM TALKED MY EAR OFF while he drove to whatever the Russell’s was. I prayed like hell it wasn’t a bed and breakfast like Emmit and Adaline were staying in. The last thing I wanted was for people to be around us when I screamed out Malcolm’s name in pleasure.
My body was in overdrive as I pressed my legs together to keep from sticking my hand down my pants. Each bump Malcolm hit had me moaning internally.
Jesus why am I so horny? Oh wait, maybe it had something to do with the fact I needed to feel the hands of the man I loved on me, bringing me to a state of euphoria like never before.
Trying to focus on what Malcolm was saying, I sucked in a breath when his hand moved further up my leg. He must have noticed because he smiled.
With a snicker, he turned and pulled up to a large iron gate. “We’re almost there.”
“What is this place?” I asked as he typed in a code.
“The Russell’s place.”
Horror swept over my body. “Someone’s house? Malcolm we can’t just go to someone’s house and have sex.”
He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. “Take a deep breath, Paislie. I promise it will be worth it.”
I looked back out the front window as Malcolm drove down the long drive. Soon, vineyards appeared on either side of the truck.
“A vineyard?” I asked with excitement.
“A lot of people think the vineyards are all in the hill country, but we have a few hidden jewels up this way.”
I couldn’t help the silly grin on my face as I looked at the endless grapes hanging from the vines. “It’s so beautiful.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Excitement bubbled up in my stomach as I tried to search ahead of us. “You ready?” Malcolm asked as I started laughing.
“For what? You’re killing me here! What am I ready for?”
It was then I saw it. I let out a gasp as the French Normandy-style house came into sight. The gothic spires and archways were breathtaking. The closer Malcolm drove, the more I was in awe.
“What is this place?”
With a grin, he replied, “Heaven.”
The truck came to a stop as I agreed. “I’ll say.”
Pushing the truck door open, I jumped out and took in as much as I could. The landscaping was out of this world with fountains sprinkled throughout. It truly was heaven on earth.
“The Russell’s bought this place back in nineteen twenty. It has stayed in their family ever since.”
He took my hand and led me up to the front door. “Wait. This is someone’s actual house. Malcolm, no! We can’t just go in there and desecrate their home!”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Trust me, I have their permission to be here. I’ve been trying to talk them into selling me this place.”
My eyes grew wide. “What? As in like buy the house and the vineyard?”
He winked and said, “Yep.”
Less than a minute later, I was standing in a grand foyer with my mouth gaped. I wasn’t sure where to look first. The wood floors were beautiful, but what really had my attention was the amazing wooden staircase that stood in front of me. It branched off to both the right and left.
“You should see it at Christmas time. They line poinsettias along the stairs leading all the way up. Garland and lights are wrapped around the railing as well. I remember coming here as a young boy and thinking someday I would own this house.”
I let out a dry laugh. “You’d have to be a millionaire to afford this place!”
Malcolm lifted his brows as I quickly changed the subject. “How big is it?”
“Over sixteen thousand square feet and four floors.”
“Four floors!” I exclaimed.
Taking my hand in his, he walked around. “Two families live here. Each has two floors.”
“Wow. I can’t even imagine.”
Malcolm showed me the lower two floors. The kitchen alone had me drooling. With the off-white cabinets and gourmet cooking appliances, I almost wished I was a good cook. We toured the master bedroom that was at least three times the size of my apartment in Dallas. The giant Jacuzzi-style tub had my thoughts wandering and in a very naughty place.
The other four bedrooms each had their own bathrooms. One had a fireplace in it like the master bedroom.
“So do the other two floors look the same as this?”
“Pretty much. Except on the main floor there is a wine tasting room. Bob Russell, who was the grandson to the original owner, had a tasting room put in years ago when they had the vineyards opened up to the public. But now they simply sell the grapes and no longer make wine on the property.”
“Wow. I can’t get over how beautiful it is. I would love to see it at Christmas time if they let us.”
Malcolm squeezed my hand and pulled me closer to him. “They’ll let us. Jonathon, Bob’s son is a huge NASCAR fan. I’ve given him plenty of VIP passes.”
With a smirk, I asked, “Is that why they let you just walk around their house?”
He laughed and guided me out the back and down a precious stone path. “Something like that.” The feel of his hand on my lower back guiding me was the best feeling in the world.
When we came upon a small cottage, I looked at him. “Please tell me this is our last stop. I’d give anything to feel you inside of me.”
Malcolm’s eyes turned dark and he practically pulled my arm out of the socket.
Throwing the door open, he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. My dress was up and over my head before I even had a chance to adjust my eyes to the lower light in the cottage.
His lips crashed against mine while my fingers laced through his hair and grabbed a handful. We were acting like sex-starved teenagers, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Malcolm,” I moaned into his mouth as he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him. Pressing me against the door he reached down and released himself.
“I missed you so much, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
My head dropped back as I felt his dick tease my entrance. “More,” I panted as he pushed in slightly.
Digging my fingers into his shoulders and squeezing my legs tighter, I begged him to give me more.
“I want you so much, Paislie. I’m going to come the moment I slip inside of you.”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Please . . . I want you too.”
My body was trembling as I anticipated what was going to happen next. Malcolm was going too slow, teasing me to the point where I wanted to scream.
“Damn it, Malcolm. Fuck me!”
That did it. He pushed his dick into me in one movement, causing me to whimper at being filled with him.
“Shit. Baby, did I hurt you?”
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him. “Don’t move,” I whispered.
What started out as a desperate need changed the moment he pushed inside of me.
“Jesus, Paislie. No one makes me feel the way you do. I don’t need anything in life but this.”
Burying my face into his neck, I let my tears fall.
Being careful to not pull out of me, Malcolm brought me over to the sofa and gently laid me down.
His blue eyes locked with mine, while he ran the back of his hand down the side of my cheek. “When you’re not with me I can’t breathe. It’s as if you are the oxygen I need to survive.”
A small sob filled the air as I tried to form the words to speak. “No one has ever loved me like you have . . . I’ve never felt so alive.”
He closed his eyes and slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The feeling was beyond any words I could ever use. My heart felt whole for the first time in my life. This was what love felt like.
“Paislie . . . I love you.”
“I love you,” I whispered as his lips brushed over mine.
My back arched as he continued to make sweet love to me. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. Staying in this little cottage with Malcolm buried inside of me was my perfect heaven.
We were in perfect harmony as my hips moved in rhythm with his. The familiar feeling built as Malcolm kissed me gently. The feeling was deliciously slow as I wrapped my legs around him and called out his name. It wasn’t long before he pushed in as deep as he could while my name flowed from his lips.
Collapsing on top of me, Malcolm’s hot breath hit my neck. We both fought to regain our breathing as he pushed up and gazed into my eyes. “Tell me what you feel this very moment.”
The feel of him still inside of me had me smiling. “Blissfully happy. Complete. Loved beyond belief.”
His wide grin caused my chest to flutter. “You’re a part of me, Paislie. I’m sorry it took me so long to get out of my own head.”
I lightly ran my finger along his jawline and over his lips as I softly said, “You were worth the wait.” We both let out a chuckle as I lifted my brow. “But, we do have a lot to catch up on.”
“Like what?” he asked as he kissed the tip of my nose.
I lifted my eyes as if in thought. “Kissing. We have a lot of missed kisses we need to catch up on.”
The crooked smile had my heartbeat quickening. “Kisses got it. What else?”
“Lots and lots of orgasms. At least a hundred.”
The feel of his lips sliding across my neck caused me to let out a contented breath. “I bet I can think of ways to make up for those orgasms.”
He pulled out of me and slowly moved his hand down and then stopped abruptly.
Closing his eyes, he cursed. “Damn it, let me grab something to clean you up before this gets on their sofa.”
My stomach dropped. I had stopped taking my birth control pills over a month ago.
I was frozen still as Malcolm walked back over and cleaned me up. Sitting up, Malcolm gave me a concerned look. “You look white as a ghost.”
Oh God. Why did I stop taking them? Why!
“I . . . I got the stomach flu and stopped taking them.”
“What are you talking about?”
My stomach started to roll as I felt like I was going to throw up. “My birth control pills. I haven’t taken them in over a month.”
A look of horror quickly moved over Malcolm’s face and I’m sure it matched my own look.
My hand flew over my mouth as I jumped up. “Bathroom!” I called out as Malcolm grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom down the hall. The moment I stepped up to the toilet, I leaned over and threw up.
“Fuck! Does it happen that fast? W-why are you throwing up? Oh God. Oh God. Fuck, I’m such an idiot! Why didn’t I think to ask?”
Malcolm was clearly in panic mode, as was I. Only I was throwing my guts up and chanting the same thing he was currently yelling.
When I had nothing left to throw up and the dry heaves stopped, I took off my bra and took in a few deep breaths. Turning the shower on, I stepped inside and softly sighed in relief. The feel of the hot water hitting my body felt amazing.
When I felt Malcolm’s hands wrap around my body, I was instantly calmed. “Whatever happens it’ll be okay.”
I nodded my head as my tears mixed with the hot water. It’s not that I didn’t want to have a child, I did. Very much so. I just didn’t want one now. Malcolm and I were just back together and there were so many things I wanted to learn and do with him.
“I know,” I finally said.
He turned me around and cupped my face in his hands. “I don’t want you to think I don’t want to have kids because I do.”
With a deep breath in, I smiled. “I do too, but not now. I think it’s important we spend time together first, but . . . if . . . I mean . . . if I—”
Pulling me into his arms, Malcolm held me tight. “We aren’t going to sit here and do the what if’s. Let’s just wait and see.”
“Wait and see? How can you be so calm? Your sperm could currently be making its way to one of my poor innocent eggs.”
“Why are your eggs innocent but my sperm isn’t? They’re just doing their job.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh lord. They’re probably just like everything else in your world . . . fast! I bet they’ve reached the finish line already!”
Malcolm’s chest puffed out and he flashed me a proud smile. The way the water ran down his body had my lower stomach pulling. I bit down on my lip and let my eyes travel over his body.
“No! I don’t have a condom so stop looking at me like that.”
His dick was already hard as I moved my hand over his shaft. His eyes lit up and soon he was pushing three fingers in me. My body was so receptive to his touch, and I wondered if it would always be this way.
God I hope so!
“Paislie, oh fuck I’m going to come!”
Glancing down, I saw his cum squirting out and that pushed my own orgasm to hit me as my legs shook and I saw stars as I closed my eyes and called out his name.
Malcolm was holding me up as he peppered my face with kisses. “That’s two orgasms down.”
With a laugh, I wrapped my arms around him as we stood under the hot water.
Deep in my heart I knew everything was going to be okay.
Peering into his eyes, I winked and said, “Ninety-eight more to go!”