Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Alison grasped the baby even closer to her, but I wasn’t about to be deterred. I reached over and put my hands under the baby’s armpits.
“Let go,” I commanded.
“No, Georgie’s scared of strangers, and he doesn’t do well with people he doesn’t know,” she rushed.
“And whose fault is that?” I growled. It enraged me to realize that I was a stranger to my own child. I wouldn’t let go of him and he started to squirm, sensing the animosity between me and his mom. He squealed slightly, his face scrunching up. Trying to prevent a tantrum, Alison let go and let me hold my son for the first time.
Embracing him was like coming home, the child trusting and surprisingly heavy in my arms. Georgie wasn’t scared of me at all. Instead, it was I who was scared of him. As I looked into his eyes, my heart plummeted off a cliff and I knew I was a goner. He smiled toothlessly at me, and I could literally feel my heart go pitter-pat as the baby gurgled with joy.
I held him close, careful not to squash the child in my arms. He was my flesh and blood, undeniable evidence of mine and Alison’s lust … if not love.
4
Alison
My baby looked so happy in his father’s arms. There was no denying Liam’s paternity. They had the same dark hair and blue eyes, with long black lashes, except Liam’s were spiked and angry-looking, whereas my baby’s lashes were long and soft, fluttering over his chubby cheeks.
Liam turned to me with thunder in his eyes.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he spat, his eyes shooting lightning.
I stayed mute. There was no right answer, and I looked down at my hands.
“Answer me!” he raged, holding Georgie tighter. The baby started to wail, distressed at the bad vibes surrounding him. I instinctively reached for him, and this time Liam let me take him in my arms, cradling my sobbing baby boy.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, Mommy’s going to take care of you,” I soothed.
“The hell you are!” spat Liam. “I don’t care what rich boyfriend or husband you have, but this child is mine and I’m going to raise him,” he growled.
Liam didn’t know that I had no one; it was just me and Georgie in the world.
“I don’t care if you’re the mistress of a fucking czar, you’re relinquishing custody of my child immediately,” he raged on the playground.
“Liam, please,” I pleaded. He was a rich man, and I knew I didn’t have the resources to fight him in court. “Remember how it once was between us ….” My voice trailed off.
He glared at me, his brows drawn as if remembering. Our time together had been so sweet, so arousing, the one and only time I’d fallen in love in my short twenty-two years. And the way he was looking at me now, all dark clouds and thunder, reminded me of the virile, stormy, passionate man I’d fallen for … and was still head over heels in love with.
5
Liam
Goddamn her! Of course, she had to remind me of our past, as if I’d ever forgotten the sweet, innocent blonde who’d trustingly given herself to me. After dragging her into the darkened hallway of that cursed reception hall, I’d taken her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her lithe, nubile body.
Possessively, my hands ran over her curves, not even bothering to introduce myself. I nibbled at her neck, holding off from taking her lips. Her flesh was sweet and her aroma enticing, like wildflowers on a spring day.
She’d moaned in my arms, arching her back and pushing her breasts deep into my chest. Her jugs pressed maddeningly against my pecs, and I could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. Without hesitation, I reached through her vee neck blouse and pushed her bra down, baring a pink nub for my delight. I descended on her breast, suckling hungrily, rolling the nipple with my tongue like a piece of candy. She was delicious, 100% sweet female flesh.
She moaned quietly in my arms, trembling delicately. My little wildflower was innocent and new, pure and sweet as springtime.
Horny that I was, I needed to get into her asap. I drew her deeper into the shadows of the reception hall before tearing at her blouse, buttons clattering onto the floor. Her mounds were creamy and large, overflowing the lacy demi-bra. With a moan, I pushed the cups down and the jugs sprang out, begging for my tongue. Never one to resist temptation, I took as much breast flesh into my mouth as possible, suckling the ripe, creamy mounds. I rolled my face in her tits, losing myself in the sensation of being engulfed in woman.
Simultaneously, my hand began creeping up her thigh underneath the short skirt she wore. Tantalizingly, the girl had worn a garter and stockings instead of the usual pull-on pantyhose that I hated. I wanted to kill whatever man invented pantyhose. There was nothing as granny-like and cock-killing as the sight of a crotch covered in a web of nylon.