Page 1 of Taking A Chance
“Shh! Isaac,” I groan quietly. “He’s asleep.” Motioning him out of our son’s bedroom with a backward flip of my hands. I gently close the door behind us. Isaac stands as close as physically possible and slides his arms around my waist. Never a missed opportunity as his hands move up, cupping my breasts.
“God, I love your tits,” he mumbles into my ear while giving them a quick squeeze. “Fuck, they’re only going to get bigger now that you’re pregnant again. Fucking A.”
“Sometimes I think you only married me for my tits,” I giggle, batting his hands away and trying to escape. He spins me around to face him and pulls me in even closer.
“Well, it was in the top five.”
“Really, Mr Rice, and what were the other four?” I ask as I gaze into his eye. I still find myself holding my breath as I fall into the chocolate depths.
“Well Mrs Rice, your ass,” he grabs a handful of my butt and gives it a plumping. “Your lips.” The softness of his mouth covers mine before sucking on my bottom lip, giving it a little nip with his teeth. He slides down onto his knees in front of me. “Your hot, sweet pussy,” he pushes up the skirt of my dress. “That’s always so wet and greedy for me.” He nuzzles his face into the apex of my legs and inhales. “You smell so fucking good.” I let out a whimper of disappointment as he jumps back up to his feet. “But most of all,” he takes me into his embrace, a glint of sincerity on his face, “and number one on the list, is because you launder my shirts perfectly.”
“You arsehole.” I push at his chest with my clenched fist, but he holds onto me tighter.
“I love it when you get all prissy,” he growls. “It makes my dick hard.”
“Fuck you, Isaac.”
“Shh! You’ll wake Sam up.” He runs his hands down my back, holds me just firm enough so I can’t escape, and grins at me, like a naughty schoolboy. “I’m messing with you. I married you because my life could never and would never be the same without you. You’ve accepted me for who I am, my past and my present. We have a beautiful family and this little one,” he rubs his hand across the slight roundness of my stomach. “Girl or boy, it too will be loved and protected with everything I have.” His kiss is deep and meaningful. “Amy, you and the kids are my world.” He turns me away from him and smacks me hard on the arse. “Now get your butt into that bedroom and I will prove to you how much I fucking love you.”
“Have you spoken to Petra recently?” Isaac asks as he lays flat on his back, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, holding me close. My head rests on his chest and I can hear the comforting thump of his heartbeat.
“Now you mention it, not much,” I lazily trace the indent of his abs with my index finger. “Not since she got back, anyway. Why do you ask?”
“Mmm, strange.” He strokes my bare back with the flat of his hand. Goose bumps pop up across my skin, as little electric currents rush through my body. He still has this effect on me, lighting the touch paper and sending my body into a spin like a Catherine wheel on bonfire night. “Cade still has a stick up his ass over something, and his behaviour seems to get even worse. Did you ever find out what went on between them?”
“No, which is really weird.”
“In what way?”
“Well, you know Kat, she’s the one who keeps her private life private, but Petra. She’s the reason TMI was invented.”
“TMI?”
“Too much information. Come on Isaac,” I tut. “Get with the programme. Something happened at our wedding. Hell, they were all over each other. I asked her, but she clammed up quicker than a Venus flytrap that had just caught lunch. Kat even tried to get her to spill the beans, and they’ve been friends for ages, but she ain’t giving it up.”
“I got a phone call from Ben the other day. He’s worried about Cade. Apparently, he’s either in the gym or out knocking back Bourbon in some seedy bar.”
“Really?” I push myself up and face Isaac. His face tells me he’s beginning to have his own concerns.
“Ben’s concerned about the company he’s keeping. Rumour has it, he’s been fucking around too, a lot. Turning into a right man-whore.” Isaac lets out a sigh as he grabs the hair on the top of his head.
“Hark at the pan calling the kettle grimy arse.”
“What the hell are you saying, woman?” Isaac’s expression now shows his confusion.
“You, calling Cade a man-whore.” I pull his hand away from his head and smooth his hair back down with my own fingers. “Your reputation is hardly whiter than white, mister.”
“I’m a hot-blooded man. Needs must,” grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, he brushes a gentle kiss on the tips of my fingers. “But now I have you.”
“So that’s the real reason you married me. Sex on tap.” I feign annoyance, rolling away from him and presenting him with my back.
“Don’t think you can get away from me that easy,” he pulls me roughly to him. “Didn’t our vows say something about sex do us part?”
“Death, death and that will not be far off if you carry on, matey.” I slap the arm that’s wrapped securely around me. “What do you think you are doing?” I ask, as his leg pushes between mine. His hand circles my calf, lifting it so he can nestle in-between them. Bringing his knee up higher, he puts pressure on the apex of my legs. I am, for all intents and purposes, straddling his thigh. He rubs against me, my bare pussy firmly pressed against the hard muscle, and I’m instantly wet. As his hand kneads my breast, an overwhelming need for more friction against my clit has me rocking my body against him.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” Isaac whispers in my ear. “The way your body reacts to my touch. A single kiss from me still brings a flash of blush to your skin. When you look at me, all I see is your love for me etched across your face.” He brushes his lips against the pulse point at my neck. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do. It makes my heart skip. It makes me feel like the fucking luckiest man in the world.”
His hard cock presses against my lower back, so I reposition myself, telling him exactly what I want. As his hardness pushes in, he teases my clit, rolling the already excited nub between his skilful fingers. I take a deep breath, the sensation of him inside me still as exquisite as it was the very first time. The force of his thrusts starts off gentle and with precision, and I’m not sure if it’s so I get to feel all of him, or if it’s his need for all of me. Gradually, he speeds up until they become quick hard thrusts, but still with deep penetration.