The Buchanan's Baby(13)

He carried her to the bedroom and quietly shut the door. His consideration of Aubrey, even in his lust-fueled haze, caused her to spiral deeper into a place she might never willfully return.

“God, woman,” he groaned, his hands filled with her ass. “What have I been missing all this time?” They tumbled to the bed and she rolled on top, ripping at his clothes as eagerly as he tore off hers. When they were blissfully naked, she realized with a hot flush of embarrassment that her body had changed since they’d last been together. Was he disgusted by her stretch marks? Did he notice that her breasts were slightly different after breastfeeding Aubrey for a year? He caught her hands just as she started to cover her breasts, his gaze hot. “You’re beautiful to me. More so than any woman I’ve ever seen. Don’t ever hide from me.”

“Pregnancy changes a woman,” Shannon said quietly, sliding her tongue along her lips as she gazed at him, feeling vulnerable and exposed. “I was afraid.”

He rose up and cradled her to him, the warm head of his cock nudging her. “Does this feel as if I’m disappointed in what I see?” he asked, his voice a sensual caress across her nerve endings. She shook her head with a shy smile. “I could never be disappointed in your body. You gave my daughter life,” he said, right before claiming her mouth again and plunging his tongue inside.

They rolled and he was on top, traveling down her body, raining kisses down her belly and across her hipbones until he came to the triangle of trimmed pubic hair. “Such sweet strawberry curls,” he murmured before delving straight between her folds without hesitating. God, Nolan knew what to do to a woman’s clit to make her squirm and cry out. Shannon thrashed her head, unable to stand the intense pleasure rippling through her but she tried to muffle her gasping cries for fear of waking Aubrey. The need to be quiet only intensified her pleasure as his clever tongue coaxed a monster orgasm from her.

“Ohh, Nolan,” she cried softly, rocking against the sensations cascading through her like a rainbow of sexual joy. “Oh, God…”

But before she could fully recover, Nolan had flipped her on her stomach and pulled her hips up. Her cheeks burned as she remembered what he’d done to her the last time she’d been in this position but her stomach muscles quivered with anticipation. His hand explored the rounded curve of her behind and dipped into her feminine core to slide her honeyed juices along her cleft and her eyelids fluttered shut on a moan. “Yess,” she said in a low, urgent tone, arching her back for an easier entry. “Take me that way, Nolan. Please!”

“You have the most exquisite ass,” Nolan murmured, pushing his finger against her sphincter, testing its strength and coaxing it to open with one slicked digit. “I’ve dreamed of your ass so many times I’ve lost count. Do you dream of my cock fucking you?” he asked in a silky whisper, pushing his finger deeper inside her.

“Yesss,” she admitted on a gasp. “God, yes!”

“Say my name,” he instructed softly.

“Nolan,” she practically groaned, pushing against the digit buried in her ass. It was so sensually erotic to be impaled in such a personal place and Nolan made it so addictively pleasurable that she didn’t know how long she’d last. “I need your cock, Nolan. Please, please, please!”

“So pretty when you beg,” Nolan said, his voice warming with approval. Fresh arousal stabbed her as he withdrew his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock. He began the slow push and she opened for him, eager to feel him penetrate her completely. “Tell me your fantasies, love,” he said with a grunt of pleasure as he seated himself more fully inside her. She groaned, unable to form words as the sensation of being utterly impaled swamped her ability to think clearly. “Tell me how you dreamed of my cock…”

“Every night,” she gasped, arching deeply to accommodate Nolan’s length. “I fantasized about you fucking me, like this, just like you did before. Ohhh, Nolan!” His thrusts became harder and her tightened, pearled nipples rubbed against the comforter, adding another layer of delicious sensation that nearly sent her tumbling over the edge. “Oh God, I can’t hold back!” she admitted, shocked by how quickly she’d reached the point of no return but Nolan didn’t mind, in fact, he seemed just as wild to crash into that wall as she was.

“That’s it, baby,” Nolan encouraged her, his grip tightening on her hips. “Cum for me, sweetheart!”

Ahhhh! And there it was, crashing down around her, clenching every muscle and sending her spinning into an even more powerful orgasm than the first, as she gasped like a fish out of water, desperate for air. Nolan followed seconds later, pumping his cream inside her with wild, jerking thrusts until he withdrew and collapsed beside her, his spent cock dripping onto his leg as he breathed heavily, his arm thrown over his eyes.

“Oh Jesus,” he breathed, placing his hand on his heart. “I think I’m about to have a heart attack. That was intense.”

She could only nod; she didn’t trust her voice at the moment. She rose on shaky legs to clean up, still dazed by the intensity of her orgasm. She returned with a washcloth for Nolan and smiling, gently wiped his cock clean. “That was…” she was at a loss for words.

“As good as your steak,” he finished with a grin and she laughed softly, climbing back to the bed. He curled his arm around her and pulled her close. Her eyes drifted shut and she fell into an immediate and almost drugged sleep. Her last thought before total oblivion was, she could get used to this…





Nolan knew the moment Shannon had fallen asleep. He lay there, holding Shannon against him, quietly reflecting how perfectly they fit together. He’d never truly believed that bullshit before until this moment. Shannon was unlike any woman he’d ever met and she was as intoxicating as any drug. His grip tightened on her and she sighed in her sleep, her fingers curling against his chest reflexively. If he could bottle a feeling, this was the one he’d pick.

Shannon and Aubrey deserved the best in life. As his gaze traveled the tiny master bedroom, he realized he’d buy Shannon the moon if she so desired but she didn’t want anything so ostentatious. She didn’t trust extreme wealth nor did she want it. The problem, could he scale down his standard of living without feeling as if he’d downgraded into total poverty? Did the money matter that much to him?

He thought of how Dillon had walked away from the money and had made his fortune on his own. He’d never admit this to Vince but Nolan admired his older brother Dillon more than anyone in the world. Dillon had been brave enough to take on the unknown. Nolan had clung to his privilege and wealth in exchange for his dignity and self-respect. Maybe that was why he’d tumbled into such debauchery with so little of a fight. Knowing right from wrong — at one time, he’d been able to make that distinction. He wanted to be a worthy father for Aubrey. Being a part-time dad didn’t appeal to him at all. Not anymore. He’d been stupid to think he could be a Disneyland Dad. He wanted to read to her every night and watch as she learned to navigate the world.

That meant he needed Shannon in his world, too.

He realized, he was okay with that — more than okay.

For the first time ever, he fell asleep with a woman in his arms — the woman of his dreams.





-10-



“Oh my God, it’s gorgeous!” CeCe exclaimed with girlish delight, clapping her hands over her mouth before more squeals escaped. She turned to Shannon, excitement in her eyes. “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it! This is way better than flowers!”

Shannon, irritated to be dragged from her stack of assessments that had continued to pile up, exited the back door behind CeCe and stopped short in shock. “What the? That’s not mine,” she protested, but the big giant red bow on top of the car with her name blazoned across the ribbon was hard to refute. The team started to file out amid plenty of murmured chatter. The coach, Jonas Mickle, appeared and stared, his hands on his hips.

“What’s going on?” he bellowed, equally irritated that such a fuss had interrupted his practice. He squinted and read the ribbon, turning to Shannon. “Says it’s yours. Well, is it?”

“I don’t know,” she stammered, going to the ribbon and plucking the large card on top of the windshield, embarrassed beyond belief to have everyone staring at her as if she’d just won the lottery. She ripped open the envelope and pulled out the card to read, “A more befitting ride for my two favorite girls…” Her cheeks burned and she bit her lip, unsure of how to explain such an extravagant gift showing up at her work. She looked to Jonas but he’d already lost interest and gestured, barking, “Show’s over. Back to the ice.”

While Shannon could only stare, CeCe had no trouble going to the beautiful monstronsity and checking it out with open delight. “This…is one helluva a ride,” she said in breathy wonder. “Oh! And the keys are in the ignition. Should we take it for a spin?” she asked Shannon.

“No.” Shannon shook her head adamantly, almost afraid of scratching or dinging it in anyway. She had no idea where it came from — well, she had a good idea — but wherever it came from, it was going back. She couldn’t afford such a luxury and besides, it didn’t look carseat friendly. “I wonder if the receipt is in the glove box.”