Love Struck Bad Boys - 3 Novel Box Set Page 14

  In the bedroom I watched her clean her face, standing in front of the basin in her bare feet, stockings reaching up to the middle of her thighs, and white lace lingerie. Her body was ivory pale, milky and soft. Her full breasts peeked over the cups of her bra when she turned to face me as she brushed the knots from her hair, and I watched in awe as the satin waterfall of her hair cascaded over the soft curves.

  “You are a sight to behold today,” I whispered, mesmerized by the soft rounding of her belly.

  I ran my finger under the waistband of her lace briefs and pulled them away. There was not a hair in sight, and her skin was velvet beneath my hand. I looked over at our bed, covered in new white linen, with creamy flower petals strewn across the top, and gently pushed her in that direction. She giggled shyly as I lay her down and removed her panties, leaving the stockings and bra in place, it added to the air of innocence she seemed to wear so well.

  I straightened once to take in the sight of my wife, spread out for me like a banquet, her hair a dark halo around her head and under her back, the candle light picking out the auburn highlights. Her firm breasts were encased in a sheer white lace bra, her knees bent, ivory-stockinged thighs, and between them, that wonderful, smooth sex. I must have licked my lips like a predator before its prey, because she looked nervous. I took off my jacket, lay it aside on a chair, and bent to kneel between her knees, pushing them apart.

  She placed a foot over each of my shoulders, and pulled me closer with her legs, which I then pushed wider, revealing the delicate peach of her most intimate being. She mewled softly as I ran a finger up and down the lips, parting them to reveal her moisture coated clitoris and inner labia.

  “So juicy for me baby,” I murmured, leaning closer to teasingly lick at the tender little pieces of flesh. She jumped under my tongue, bucking her hips.

  “What do you want Anna?” I asked, peering at her over her mons.

  I waited for the eye contact that would be so difficult for her to make in this intimate situation, she was still shy. She slowly looked down toward me, her blush a bright pink, extending to her chest.

  “Touch me Michel, please,” she said softly, dropping her head back.

  She arched her back as I lay a finger on her clit again, running it gently up and down, pressing down a little more with each stroke. She moaned, moving her hips, and I replaced my finger with my mouth, sucking on the now engorged and swollen clit. I tugged at her labia alternately, and felt moisture run down my fingers. I slid first one, then two fingers into her, and felt the muscles deep inside her clench around them. When I found the little spot of skin that was so distinctly different, the G-spot, I rubbed it in slow, small circles, continuing my sucking, licking, and adding a nibble or two on her clit. By now she was clutching at the sheets and her breathing was erratic.

  I knew she was close to coming, and wanted it to be a very intense orgasm for her. I didn’t stop, or change what I was doing, I held on through the movement of her hips, and enjoyed the cries that stared issuing from her, the moans. When she came every muscle I think she has in her beautiful pussy contracted around my fingers. I continued stroking her. She cried to God, to me, and to a few saints I think, and then her orgasm filled my mouth.

  When I raised my head, licking her one last time, she was coated in a fine sheen of sweat and flushed to a soft glowing pink. Her eyes closed, and her hair wild and plastered to the sides of her face.

  I stood, removed the rest of my clothing, and climbed back onto the bed, and turned her on her side. I lay behind her, this was truly one of my favorite positions, I could reach her breasts, hold her, and it was intimate. Annabelle lifted a leg, bending it to lie partially on her stomach.

  “Come Mich, take me for your pleasure now. I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered.

  I slid into her with absolute ease, and reached around to cup her breast in my hand. She moved against me and changed angles so that all the friction was for my pleasure. I thrust slowly, lazily almost. There was no rush, no hurry, I had just married her and had the rest of my life to make love to her. We lay in that position, our movements languid and intensely pleasurable. I felt my own release imminent, and when I came, my arm held her tightly to me. I spilled myself deeply into her. As I moved a last few times she grasped my hand.

  “Oh don’t stop.”

  She moved a few times more, crying out again in her own second orgasm. We made a right mess of that beautiful white bed, and pulled off the white quilt before crawling under the covers to fall into a comatose sleep.

  When I woke up the next morning Annabelle was not in bed, and I found her wrapped in a dressing gown on the porch outside the bedroom, simply sitting and staring out at the paddocks. I put my arms around her.

  “Are you okay honey?”

  She smiled up at me and nodded.

  “Yes, I am perfectly happy, just haven’t made coffee, I was waiting for you to wake up so we could have coffee together.”

  We went to our kitchen together and I brewed coffee while she sat at the table watching. I had taken to doing this, and she seemed to enjoy it. When I handed her a mug of coffee she took it and walked back to the porch, gesturing for me to follow her.

  “Let’s go sit outside, it’s a beautiful morning. I really love it here,” she said, collapsing into the soft and deep couch.

  She looked across at me as I joined her, she curled her legs up under her and leaned against me and let out a big sigh.

  “Michel, how do you feel about kids?” She asked cautiously.

  The quiet fear and hint of suspicion I had harbored looking at her physique the night before now sat prominently in my mind as I thought hard before answering her.

  “Baby girl, I am terrified of trying to be a father. I don’t know if I can. I had no good example of one when I was growing up, what if I screw up? What if I mess up a child’s life? I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself…”

  I lost my train of thought, and I think she saw me stare at her midriff. She smiled ruefully.

  “Do you ever think you’ll want to have kids?”

  I nodded, “I think so, I just don’t know how to do it, the parenting thing.”

  Then she dropped the bombshell I had known was coming.

  “Michel, I think I’m pregnant. I have been sick for a few mornings and my period is late. I need to do a test but I am almost a hundred percent certain.”

  I drank my coffee, holding the mug with one hand, and tightened my other arm around her.

  “If you are, we will do this. We will be fine.”

  I frowned, and she laughed, God, it sounded like I was trying to convince myself of that. We finished our coffee and both went inside to get dressed, our saddles being delivered today. Annabelle had to go and see to that test now that she had gotten my nerves on edge. I kissed her as she got in the car and watched her drive off toward Beaumont.

  ***

  As she picked up the pregnancy test in the pharmacy Annabelle’s heart started thundering in her head. She seriously doubted she actually wanted to know the result after Michel’s reaction that morning. Nevertheless, it was a thing that had to be done. She paid while the cashier looked at her sympathetically, walked out, and got back into her car. She took a deep breath and drove home.

  At the house Annabelle was very relieved to find Michel not inside and the wedding guests gone. Eva and Art were still around, but not at the moment. She locked herself in her bathroom and took out the plastic stick. She sighed when she sat down, wondering why one could never pee when you most needed to.

  It eventually happened, and as the water tinkled over the strip of absorbent material, she quietly prayed, for Michel to have a positive reaction to whatever the result might be. She placed the test on the side of the basin, stood and pulled up her jeans. The bathroom was big enough to pace in, and that is exactly what she did for three minutes.

  Annabelle eventually picked up the innocent looking piece of plastic, and pinched her eyes shut while she held
her breath murmuring.

  “Please God, please…”

  Then she looked down at it, and immediately wished she hadn’t. A bright pink plus sign glared up at her. She slid down the wall she had been standing against and sat down on the cold tiles with her head in her hands.

  “Oh no.”

  The tears flowed freely, and sobs wracked her body, so hard that she could not control them. Annabelle cried so hard she had to crawl to the toilet bowl to throw up.

  Still over the toilet is where Michel found her when he came back into the house. She’d opened the door to him when he knocked at it probably twenty minutes after she had gone in originally. When he saw her face he turned pale.

  “What’s wrong baby?” He asked, the concern palpable in his tone and facial expression.

  She backed toward the basin and leaned there with her arms crossed, pointing toward the blue stick on the basin, and then covering her mouth with a hand. Tear tracks still marking her cheeks, her face a pale shade of green. She watched his face anxiously as he picked it up, and when he simply put it back down, turned to her and pulled her into his arms, she burst into a fresh round of tears.

  They left the bathroom and he led her to the kitchen table, where they sat down on the stools, although Michel stood up after only a moment, running his hand through his messy hair and pacing the kitchen.

  “Will you excuse me to go for a walk for a moment love? I have a few things I need to just get clear in my head, and I think some fresh air will help.”

  She nodded.

  “That’s fine, I’m going to make some tea, I feel a bit sick to my stomach myself.”

  She wanted to be alone for a while anyway. She watched forlornly as Michel stumbled from the kitchen and out through the door, looking equally as lost as she felt, before sinking her head down onto her arms.

  17

  I had the weight of the world on my shoulders as I pushed open the door to walk out of the house, and I strode straight out to the farthest paddock, looking to go to the horses. I bypassed the barn and picked up a bucket of brushes to pay some attention to them. When I lifted the catch of the gate, they both came lumbering over toward me, the muscles moving under their glistening coats. I saw tangles in her mane, and set the bucket down, reaching for the Grey girl’s nose.

  As I stood there with the curry-comb in my hand and reached for her mane, my heart started pounding in my throat. I leaned against the side of the horse and smelled her soft horsy scent, my body feeling as though it was going completely nuts. Annabelle was pregnant, and I was going to be a father whether I was ready or not. I felt dizzy leaning against her, and she turned to nudge me. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the ground with a horse nose in my face and tears on my own cheeks.

  “Men don’t cry,” I said to myself, and stood, continuing to carefully comb knots from the horse’s mane.

  I spoke to her softly while I worked.

  “I don’t know if I can do this, I don’t want to mess this up for Annabelle, what if I hurt her and hurt the baby?”

  I turned and looked into the soulful brown eyes. I realized I hadn’t yet named the horses, and looking at her then I knew she was meant to be called Angel. So I told her.

  “Your name is Angel, what do you think of that beautiful girl?”

  She dipped her head and neighed. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. By the time I had brushed all the knots from the hair the shakes had stopped and my nerves had calmed a bit, but I still felt heart-sore and doubtful about whether I could do this. I was scared to go back to the house and face my brand new wife, and the very real and imminent prospect of a baby.

  ***

  Annabelle cradled the cup of tea in her hands, and drank it slowly. An hour passed and still Michel didn’t come back to the house, and she knew it was fear. He was scared to show her how terrified he was of the fact that she was pregnant.

  On a whim she decided to go and find him, and knew instinctively to go and look where the horses were being kept. She stopped a few meters away from the paddock, and stood watching him as he leaned against his mare’s neck. She saw his mouth move as he spoke to the horse, and smiled. She loved that he was kind to animals, and that he came here when he was stressed. She quietly entered the paddock and stood next to him.

  “She’s a beauty,” Annabelle said softly, laying a hand on the horse’s flank.

  Michel turned to her smiling.

  “I named her Angel.” He spoke softly, and then he turned away from the horse and pulled her into a tight hug, “I am so sorry that I have had such mixed responses to news that is so happy, I know this can’t be easy for you my love.”

  She leaned into him and breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of him, horse and his cologne.

  “Michel, baby, you can do this. Our pasts do not define who we end up being in our own lives, and sometimes leave us being better people. Just because you never had a good father figure or role model, doesn’t mean you will be a bad father.”

  She looked up at him, and he smiled at her.

  “Anna, I am happy, I am just scared. Thank you for believing in me,” he said, kissing her hair and simply holding her in his arms.

  They stood there in the horse paddock for a while, and eventually Annabelle felt a nose nudge her in the middle of the back. Michel chuckled.

  “I think somebody else decided they want some attention.”

  The big black stallion stood behind her and softly snorted, stomped his hoof and nudged her again. She turned to face the large horse and as he pushed at her chest, she put her arms around his large head, and lay her face against his cheek.

  “I haven’t named you yet big boy, guess now that Angel has a name you best have one too,” she said, her eyes closed against him.

  “I think Gabe is a good name, Gabe and Angel. Both angelic creatures with angelic names.”

  She looked to Michel, who stood smiling.

  “I think that’s perfect,” he said.

  Annabelle released his head and walked all the way around Gabe, running her hand over his body and watching his skin ripple under her touch. He didn’t move when she stood right behind him, a true show of good schooling and mild temperament. She eventually came back to where Michel stood, and picked up a brush. They groomed the horses in peace for an hour, both lost in their own thoughts. Annabelle glanced up at Michel at one stage.

  “We have their tack don’t we?” She asked.

  He nodded, she smiled, “Why don’t we go for a ride tomorrow?”

  Eva and Art were still on the farm visiting, and Michel would ask Art for a few lessons with the tack. The couple had been staying with Roy and keeping away from the main house to give Anna and Michel a bit of a honeymoon period.

  Michel and Annabelle walked back to the house feeling much more relaxed and calm. They resolved to make a doctor’s appointment to confirm the pregnancy, and move on from there. In the meantime life had to go on, and there were things to do. When Annabelle disappeared off into the house to go and occupy herself in the kitchen, Michel went to quiz Art about the horses.

  Annabelle found herself digging around in the kitchen cupboards, and a few minutes later had all the ingredients set out to bake chocolate chip cookies. She melted butter, added sugar and eggs, and as she stood there with the scent of the butter and vanilla extract in her nose she stood imagining whether in nine months she would have a little girl to hold while doing this. Then she imagined a small toddler standing at the very same counter with bouncy dark curls like Michel’s, and little hands covered in chocolate.

  She smiled to herself as she finished mixing the dough, rolling it out and cutting star shapes. By the time Eva walked into the house later the entire place smelled of cookies. She came straight to the kitchen where Annabelle sat at the counter with a pile of cookies and a pot of coffee in front of her.

  “Good morning Mrs. Deverroux,” she said with a smile.

  Annabelle looked across at her and returned the greeting.


  “Morning, you and Art have been a bit scarce these past few days.”

  Eva shrugged, “We wanted to give the two of you some space, newlyweds and all.”

  Annabelle poured her a mug of coffee and they both sat at the counter, Eva spoke first.

  “The boys have all gone off to the horses, Michel needed some help with sorting out the tack for Angel and Gabe, he said you want to take them for a ride later.”

  Annabelle nodded, “We do… “Eva, do you have the details for any good doctors in Beaumont?”

  Eva frowned, “I do, are you okay?”

  Annabelle nodded, “I am, um, this is kind of confidential, but I think I’m pregnant and I need to go and have a blood test to confirm it. Michel knows but we are trying not to get excited or stressed until we know for sure.”