“So, I strived to do everything on my own, the clan helped me of course, but I hated every moment of it because I kept thinking…I kept expecting something bad to happen. I knew their freely given kindness would demand a terrible price later, so I braced myself for the punch of that future price.”
“But I know better now,” he said with the confidence of discernment in his tone. He pulled back and looked at the love of his life.
“I know better now; I’ve gone through all of that to become who I am. I got part of it wrong because I lived in fear and was unable to enjoy what was before me. I missed you the whole five years, I waited and planned and made sure I made myself a man worthy of you because I still regarded you as the rich, therefore I wanted to meet you at your level.”
“Oh Richie, I loved you as you were and now, I didn’t care about…”
“I love you too, Stacey. I love you so very much, I feel like I should wire our bodies together so we’ll never be apart.”
Stacey giggled, “That would be messy.”
He laughed with her, enjoying her mirth, taking the sound and storing it in his soul, he leaned down and kissed her reverently.
“I’ve been wrong the whole time. I realized that my birth mom could have decided to throw me in a dustbin, like so many babies but she dropped me in front of the orphanage. Wana could’ve ignored me while I was growing up but she took interest and brought me up like her child…”
“Me too,” Stacey added fondly while caressing his jaw and dropping tiny, wet kisses all over his face. She smiled when she heard his breath quicken because of her tender ministrations.
“I could have died just like Uboho that day. Debbie could have rejected housing a teenager who’d lived on the street for years, I often wondered if she’d not been scared that I would steal from her and run, the thought did cross my mind many times. But, I didn’t want to disappoint Wana, not after she had saved me again…”
He gasped when she undulated her hips, rubbing her panties covered core over the ridge of his arousal bulging the fly of his jeans. His hands tightened on her waist and he helped her rub his hardness more, both of them gasping from the intense pleasure ensued from such a simple act.
Richard growled impatiently, wrapped his arms around her and shifted to land her back on the bed, then he crawled on her, kissing his way up her exposed thigh, while she hissed her pleasure, her hands pulling at his shirt, wordlessly demanding it be pulled off.
He grinned, sat on his haunches and unbuttoned his shirt. She watched, enraptured by the slow revelation of his marble muscle, smooth and warm and tasting like dark chocolate, she sat up and bit lightly on his flat nipple.
The gasp and hiss was a thing of pride for her. That she could cause a reaction from this magnificent man made her feel on top of the world.
“Your turn…wait,” he said, stopping Stacey’s instant move to pull her dress. “Let me do that,” he whispered huskily and went ahead to slowly divest her of her dress, kissing every skin he exposed along the way and filling the room with her moans of pleasure.
“Your breasts are bigger,” he whispered in awe, swallowing the rush of liquid in his mouth.
Stacey nodded, her eyes never leaving the washboard hardness of his stomach, he seemed to have added more muscle, probably because of the job these past months.
She went on her knees, only in her bra and pants and he in his grey, tight boxer, the front tented by the delicious sight of his erection.
Slowly, she put her arms around him and kissed him tenderly, allowing her tongue to push into his mouth and explore the sweet recess. She allowed his tongue in hers and she sucked it strongly, enjoying his groan and how his hands tightened around her, as though he never wanted to let her go.
She never wanted to let him go either, so she pulled away from the kissing, nipping his lips slowly and with her eyes heavy and clouded with passion she whispered, “Marry me, Richard.”
Richard’s hands stiffened around her. He said nothing after her declaration, but she could feel his rapid breathing on her neck. Fear inundated her chest, maybe he didn’t want to marry anymore.
Had she jumped the gun; ran faster than her shadow? She’d been working on the assumption that they loved each other madly and he’d already gotten the ring for her and maybe, he was scared to ask her the question for fear of rejection.
What if he had changed his mind? Now she faced the possibility of rejection. Her hands trembled at that possibility; she made to pull away from him when she felt his body shaking in laughter.
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” he teased, his eyes filled with suppressed mirth, twinkling with love.
Stacey sighed with relief and then teased back, “You were taking too long. I heard you got me a ring…”
“Urrg, PJ talks too much,” he chuckled, kissing her neck.
“I’ve been waiting for you to return and give it to me,” she gasped when he pushed her back on the bed and covered her body with his.
“I’m sorry I went away like that,” he murmured solemnly, looking extremely contrite.
“I might have missed you terribly, worried for you, despised you at a certain point,” she grinned at his widened eyes, “Don’t look so shocked, you aren’t the only person capable to bad thoughts. Besides, you just walked away with no explanation. I was going mad with different thoughts and the guilt that I might have pushed you away forever.”
Richard kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, “Nobody can push me away from you, we both tried already,” he joked and she giggled, spreading her legs and settling his arousal were it belonged.
Both of them moaned and rocked against each other, “I did suffer in your absence but going away gave you perspective and it has helped relieved the burden of the past from your mind,” she said huskily while moving her hips against his.
“Smarty pants,” he teased, “…which I’m going to pull off with my teeth,” he promised hoarsely while grinding his hardness against her cove.
They weren’t in a hurry to completely do away with the remainder of their clothing. Both were conscious that they had themselves for eternity.
“My light, my anchor, my world, my family, my heart, my love, my everything,” he murmured and kissed her for every word he mentioned.
Her heart raced with happiness, joy and sparkling love. Stacey stopped moving and just held him to herself because she couldn’t speak with the emotions clogging her throat, she just held him tightly.
“Marry me and make me whole. Marry me and make us a family, you me and baby. Marry me and make me belong,” he declared fervently.
Stacey sobbed at the beautiful proposal, she nodded frantically, “Yes,” she whispered, tears dripping down the down the side of her face into her ears and hair, “Yes,” she reiterated, “Yes!”
He swallowed his own emotions thickly, his heart soaring with the reply. He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing at her navel and imagining the baby curled calmly inside her belly, he kissed her abdomen, scattering wet kisses over the place and relishing the tiny sounds of pleasure she made.
Richard went ahead to keep to his promise of pulling her pants with his teeth. He did more with his mouth down there, because he’d promised he would do more. Deep down, he knew that he would always keep his promise to this magnificent woman, and as though she read his mind…
“Promise you’ll allow me write that story,” she gasped after her third orgasm that night.
Richard chuckled, falling on her body, pulling her close as both of them panted from exhaustion.
“Promise,” she insisted, pouting like a little kid.
Richard kissed her tenderly, reached for his bag and pulled out the small ring box he’d had for over a month now. He opened it, and she gasped, he pulled out the teardrop shaped emerald stone, on a white gold band.
“A unique ring for my unique woman,” he murmured and slid it on her finger. He kissed her hard and passionate and then growled fervently, “I promise.”
Thanks, lovelies, for reading MOMS – Duct series 4, xoxo.
I planned to end the Duct series here, but there’s clamor for more. My editor wants to know what happened to the escaped bad guys. Some other persons wanted to explore the fire between Abigail and Shaggy.
I agreed, only if the readers made a choice, because what is the point of a book if the readers don’t want it, uh?
So, here’s the chance, if you would like to read a possible Duct 4.5 to find out how Abigail, Shaggy and the three criminals played out, ‘Add a Review’ of MOMS on the Okadabooks app and at the end, state your choice/vote with the words ‘Go Duct 4.5’.
If you don’t have these words at the end of your review, I’ll take your vote as negative. The more ‘Go Duct 4.5s I get, the better chance of convincing me. Let’s make it fun!
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