The familiar iPhone ringtone blared out, disturbing the quiet room, and everyone reached to their pockets since they all owned one. But it turned out to be Mary’s.Nicholas gently placed Cole in his cot, and he went back to his seat, watching as Mary picked up her phone. He didn’t know when a wave of anger would come to him. But he was a little happy for her.He was angry that she had left the phone he had given her; if only she had carried it, it would have been easy to track her. But at the same time, he was happy that she had been living fine enough to get a phone.A nice phone at that. Now he felt stupid that he had been worried about her and her wellbeing. After he had the talk with his dad, Nicholas had problems sleeping well. He had been worried that he had cast her away to the street, and she had ended up begging or even worse.But it was obvious she was fine; she even had the money to get a phone. An iPhone at that. Those things don’t come cheap, and they wouldn't be easy for
"Nicholas." Mary fisted his head as she moaned his name. She looked down at the erotic scene, and she could almost cum from what she saw.Nicholas was sucking on her sensitive nipple; his eyes were closed and in bliss. It wasn’t until she saw his throat move that she knew that he had swallowed. Then it occurred to her.Nicholas was sucking her breast! That was still filled with milk!But gosh, it felt so good. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, as the sensations racked through her. She weakly gripped his hair as she tried to prevent him from doing that."Nicholas." She whined, but it was more of a moan than a protest, and he continued his administration.Finally, he left her nipple, dragging the pink bud with his teeth, and it squirted some milk on his chin. Nicholas' hands reached to where the milk had spilled, and he cleaned it with his fingers, bringing the same finger to his mouth and sucking it."Hmm, delicious." He smiled as he licked his finger clean. Mary flushed red, a
The couple collapsed onto the bed after that intense round of fucking and discovering each other’s bodies. Their chests rose and collapsed in unison as they tried to catch their breath. "That was wonderful. Nicholas said, turning to his side to look at his wife. Her hair was tousled all over the bed, and her cheeks were flushed from the blood rushing to her cheeks, but in that moment, she had never looked more beautiful to Nicholas. "Yea." Mary said, after a while, still slightly out of breath. The orgasm had been intense and had left her mind jumbled enough for her to think of any logical reason. The reason they had come to the room was long forgotten. Nicholas reached and tucked her hair behind her ears, all his focus on her. Now that he was experiencing post-nut clarity, he wondered why he had thrown Mary out because he couldn’t find a logical reason. "I’m sorry." Nicholas whispered, and Mary looked up to meet his eyes. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle like stars, and they seeme
"Sometimes, I think I hate you." Mary declared, and Nicholas was mute for a moment, his ears ringing from the confession. If she hated him, does that mean she was going to leave? If she decided to leave him, he was going to have to grant it to her because he couldn’t hold her here without her consent. That was the least he could do after everything he had done to her. "But I can’t because I love you." Mary said, and Nicholas whipped up his head so fast, thinking he had misheard it. At least there was still hope for him. "I’m truly sorry for the way I treated you, Mary. It was no one's fault but mine, and I know that now. But I am ready to make this right; please give me a chance." Nicholas pleaded, his voice sounding sincere. Mary looked up at him, the sincerity shining in his eyes, or that was what she wanted to see. In her heart, she prayed that Nicholas was being truthful. "I don’t know if I can do that, Nicholas; you have hurt me so much. My heart still aches from the betraya
Mary watched as Amy went outside. She wanted to call her, but she couldn’t find it in her to do so. "Do something, Mary." Her conscience was pricking her, but she refused. Instead, she continued nursing Cole, who was oblivious to all that was happening. He was just content with his food. Mary watched as her best friend went out the door and probably out of her life. Maybe it was for the best. Amy had done a lot for her, and she will forever be grateful to her, but it was time she went and lived her life. Amy stormed down the stairs; each step she took away from the room only seemed to make the rage expand. She couldn’t believe Mary had let her go like that just for some scumbag who she was sure was going to still fuck up. Maybe it was survival instinct, but Amy was wary of people like this. Plus, everything about his arrival has been suspicious, hence why she believed he was after something. She met Nicholas and Cameron in the loving room, trying to lift the baby furniture into th
Nicholas had waited for his friend, thinking he would come back, but it had been 15 minutes, and Cameron didn’t seem like he was coming back again. Nicholas sighed, resigning himself to fate as he continued the work himself.He had finished with the crib when he felt a ping go off on his phone. On investigation, it was a message from Cameron apologizing for bailing out. He said Amy had chosen to stay with him, and he had taken her home.Nicholas was relieved to hear that, because he would have been burdened if she had gone back to her old life. But if she was with Cameron, he was sure she was going to be well taken care of.He continued assembling the furniture with peace of mind now that he knew Amy was in a better place. And as luck would have it, the handyman came around, and they were able to get everything fixed and moved.The baby room had already been painted and cleaned, and with the furniture, it took shape. Tired from all the work, Nicholas went to his room, but changed his m
Mary could already sense the testosterone emitting from the two males, and no doubt it would turn into a blood bath if care was not taken. The last thing she wanted to do was be in the middle of a dominant fight, knowing well that none of them would want to back down."I am Lincoln, a friend of Mary." Lincoln spoke, eyeing Nicholas' hands that were placed on Mary's waist. If his eyes could shoot lasers, Mary was sure they would have burned Nicholas’s hand. "I wasn’t aware her husband was still alive.""What did you just say?" Nicholas barked, his grip on Mary’s waist becoming tighter than ever. But Lincoln was not one to back down from a challenge, especially one involving someone he liked."I said I thought you were not around, maybe six feet under. Seeing that I have seen you before or heard of you," Lincoln huffed. Nicholas face reddened in anger, and he clenched his fist.Lincoln. The name stuck in his memory, and he had been trying to think of where he had heard it. Then he remem
Nicholas sat down in the weird-looking room, and he couldn’t wait to be out of it. It looked like something out of the junkyard. "How can I help you, Mr. Nicholas?" Jack asked, ready to get the meeting over and done with. He had other things to bother with than a man who had abandoned his supposed wife. "Nothing much; I just came to appreciate you for your help. I learned how much you have helped Mary in my absence, and this is just a little token to show it." Nicholas said. He removed an envelope from his pocket and slid it toward Jack. Jack took one look at it; there was no doubt that it was money that was there from the obvious bulge, and he shook his head. "Oh no. You don’t have to do this. It is bygone." He replied, refusing the money, but his gaze was still fixed on the envelope. Just how much could be there? He wondered. "I insist. It is just a little token for accommodating her and feeding her. Mary had told me how helpful you have been, even to the point of my son’s birth.