Bad Boy Bossy Pants Page 4

  I’d…heard…Ross. He stood in the doorway, holding our four-month-old son, Noah. Now, he rushed toward me.

  “Row!” He grabbed me with his free arm and awkwardly guided me toward the bed. “Are you all right?”

  My mouth moved as I sat. I stared at him, wide-eyed, almost afraid to believe. The doctors had said my hearing could come back, unexpectedly, but this long after I’d lost it, the chances were a less than a single digit percentage.

  “Baby?” he prompted, his words louder this time, as if the volume was being adjusted up inside my ears. As if on cue, Noah started whimpering, and I swung my gaze to him, the sound almost the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.

  “I’m…I’m okay,” I whispered, my voice seeming foreign and disjointed to me. My hand went to my throat.

  “What’s going on? Do you feel sick? We’ll get you to a doctor. Just let me—”

  I grabbed his arm, stopping him from getting up. I shook my head. My eyes burned while my thoughts rolled with disbelief. My body trembled so hard that if Ross hadn’t held me tight, I would have slid off the edge of the bed.

  “Babe, you’re scaring me. If something’s wrong, we need to take care of it now.”

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “You know I love you,” he said, almost impatiently. I knew it was from his worry. Smiling softly, I stroked his cheek, and he seemed to calm a little at my lack of distress. “I love you so much,” he continued. “You’re in my soul. Between you and Noah, I am so blessed. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

  Now, that, that was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. My husband telling me he loved me.

  “Not wrong,” I whispered, the words barely more than a breath. “I…I can hear you. I hear you!” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks now. “I can…I can hear!”

  Color leeched from his face. Moisture filled his eyes, as well. “Oh my God. For real?”

  “For real.” I closed my eyes tight. “Say something.”

  “You’re my life, the most amazing woman I know. I love you so much, I don’t think I could go a day without you. I’ve loved you since we were kids, and I’m so glad you’re mine.”

  “I love you, too,” I replied, not opening my eyes while I smiled. “You’re mine, too.”

  “Damn straight, I am.” His lips brushed over mine. “I can’t wait until Noah’s asleep. I can’t wait to make love to you and have you hear us together.”

  I glanced at my son, who’d dropped off, milky drool at the corner of his mouth from his bottle. “Looks like you have your wish.”

  Ross shot to his feet, cradling Noah carefully so he didn’t wake. He lifted a hand. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Where would I go?” I laughed.

  “I’ll be right back.” Full of joy, I watched him go. Closing my eyes, I strained to hear his footsteps and his movements in the nursery. They were faint, but they were there. I didn’t open my eyes as Ross returned, enjoying the rustling of his clothes, the thud of his rushing footsteps, his harsh breathing. The man was in fantastic shape. Those ragged breaths were all about me.

  “Rowena…”

  I leaned back on my hands and beamed up at him. “Yes, husband?” I slipped off the bed and reached for his fly.

  He sighed, covering my fingers. “We need to get you to a doctor to have you checked.”

  I glared up at him and pulled hard, yanking his jeans open. Maybe sex wouldn’t be someone else’s first choice, but it was mine. All the other things that went with this miracle could wait until morning.

  “No, Bossy Pants. It’s late and I want to suck my husband’s cock and hear what it does to him.”

  “Fuck, yes. Okay.”

  Sometimes, he was so easy to convince to my way of thinking. “I have an idea,” he said.

  “Yes?”

  He pulled off his tie. A moment later, he’d covered my eyes, depriving me of my sight and seeming to amplify my hearing.

  His fingers buried in my hair, guiding me to his erection. I grinned as I licked him, savoring the salty-sweet taste of the wide, mushroomed head.

  “God damn,” he swore. His muttered oaths and animalistic groans of approval wrapped around me and directed my enthusiasm. I wasn’t missing a thing by not seeing his face. Ever so slowly, I sucked his tip into my mouth. My cheeks pulled in as I exerted pressure on those first couple inches. My hand circled his base, squeezing up and down.

  “Motherfuck— I’m going to come down your hot, little throat. You want that, dirty girl? You want it coating your tongue, filling your mouth?”

  I hummed. His fingers twisted in my hair, pulling with the sweetest sting. Pushing farther down his length, I traced my tongue over the vein that ran its length.

  “Fuck. Oh my—fuck!” he groaned, right in time with my lips sinking down him.

  “Your mouth is sin, babe. Oh, damn, take me deeper.”

  I moaned around him, taking him as far as I could. Above me, Ross jerked, another round of curses spewing from him, and down below, my panties were wet from it all.

  Geez, I’d been missing so much. Hearing everything was like aural sex. The sound of my mouth on him, his harsh breathing, dirty words and guttural responses aroused me more than I ever could have dreamed. My hand slipped beneath my waistband and into my throbbing cleft, stroking while I sucked. My folds were so slick.

  I moaned around him as I rubbed my clit. Rossman moved so fast, I barely registered it before I was on my back and he was over me. He shoved down my pants.

  “Naughty girl,” he growled, “touching what’s mine.”

  “Sorry,” I whimpered. Not sorry. So, so, so not sorry.

  “You’re not sorry.” He flipped me over, his powerful forearm under my belly. “On your knees, ass in the air.” His hand smacked said ass.

  “Oh my God,” I cried at the lick of pain. Sometimes, we played rough, so it wasn’t new or unexpected. He knew I enjoyed the pleasure from unexpected spanks.

  “You’re so pretty like that. All open and ready for me. Should I redden that rear or fuck you?” His thumb ran along the crease of my ass and down to my wet center. “Are you my bad girl?”

  “So bad. Fuck me,” I begged. “Hard.”

  Two of his fingers roughly pushed inside me, and I mewled, pushing back into him as he pumped. They pressed over my g-spot.

  “Ross, please. I want you.” I bucked into him, needing more. I craved him. Excitement vibrated through me as strong as if this were our first time. I needed to hear him as he sank into me.

  “Not yet.”

  I screamed as his mouth covered my pussy, licking…sucking on my clit. His fingers continued fucking me hard. The sounds… Fuck…the sounds. I pushed my face to the plush carpet, overwhelmed by the newly returned sense as it meshed with the sensation of Ross, pleasuring me.

  I cried out my orgasm. Before I realized it, he’d aligned to my center and surged inside me, forcing open my clenching walls. “Yes, oh yes. Yes!”

  “So tight. Always so…” He thrust hard then withdrew to his tip. “Fucking…” Slam. “Tight!” He drove so deep, I swore I felt him in my belly. It was so full, so overpowering, so possessive. The dominance of this position was everything. Maybe my favorite. But we’d rarely mde love like this because Ross wanted me to see his lips. But we didn’t need words. Sounds or not, our bodies spoke.

  You’re mine.

  I’m yours.

  I love you. I love you. I love you.

  Now, my cries echoed around us, mixing with Ross’ deep, animal groans and the slapping of flesh. Heaven. Bliss. I almost came again.

  “Yes, baby, fuck!” Ross called. “You’re so damn hot, squeezing my dick. You want all my cum, baby?”

  “Yes…oh, please, yes.” We’d been official for over two years, and I never got tired of his big cock filling me, of him touching me everywhere. Of belonging to him fully, just like he was all mine.

  He leaned over me. “I love you,” he whispered in my ear. His hand snaked up under my shi
rt, and if I hadn’t been so turned on, I would have giggled at the fact we were still mostly dressed. Somehow, though, it made it even hotter.

  He squeezed my breast then plucked at the nipple, knowing what it did to me. Every tweak and tug yanked at the cord connecting my chest to my core and my already snug channel clenched on his erection.

  Reaching beneath us with the other hand, he rubbed my clit while he pistoned into me. Unexpectedly, he pinched that little nub and I went off like a rocket, screaming into the carpet.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ross chanted as he powered through my orgasm, his thrusts growing choppy. “Yes, milk it all from me!”

  With one long grunt, he surged deep, his hot release pouring into me.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes…”

  I must have melted into the carpet, because the next thing I knew, Ross was carrying me. Then I felt our soft mattress beneath me. He settled next to me, spooned to my back. His hand cupped and molded my breast. “You can really hear?”

  I hummed, so full of the residual pleasure, so visceral it seemed as if a golden light surrounded us.

  “Yes.” I smiled, completely overwhelmed and overjoyed by the miracle we’d been given. Tears of happiness seeped from my eyes, absorbed by the cockeyed tie that still partially obscured my vision. “I can hardly believe it,” I whispered.

  He kissed my neck. “I have no words.”

  “I’m afraid,” I confessed.

  “Of what?”

  “Waking up tomorrow and it being a dream. Or being gone again.”

  He pressed his forehead to the back of my neck, and I felt him shaking with emotion. “Not a dream. And the other… It won’t happen.”

  “I know. I mean, I hope.”

  He pulled off the blindfold. Turning me onto my back, he leaned over me, his forehead to mine. “It will be fine. I know it,” he repeated like a prayer. “And no matter what happens, I will be right beside you, loving you until the end of time.”

  “I love you, too. Hearing you say that… I feel it here.” My hand flattened on my belly. “It fills me with kamikaze butterflies.”

  “And hearing you say you love me fills something else a little lower. And it’s not with butterflies.”

  “You’re such a perv. We’re having a moment.”

  “Mm-hmm.” He smirked. “A moment before I have you again. Maybe again and again and again until we’re too exhausted to keep our eyes open for another second. And when you wake up to Noah crying for us at four AM, you’ll know. The silence will be over.”

  “That’s what’s going to happen, huh?”

  “Yes, because I say so.”

  “Bossy,” I teased.

  “You wouldn’t want me any other way.”

  He leaned over me and proceeded to do exactly that—loving me until we couldn’t move. And when Noah cried the next morning as Ross had predicted, I knew our miracle was real.

  My husband, the man I’d loved forever, stood beside me as I cuddled our son. Noah settled with sweet little coos. They melted my heart and brought tears to my eyes. When I looked up, I saw moisture glistening in my bad boy’s eyes, too.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “I didn’t do—”

  “You did,” I interrupted. “You were always there for me. You’ve given me all the most important things in life. I’m thankful for my miracle, but I already had everything. I already had you.”

  And when Ross covered my lips with his, I knew that whatever happened in the future, I was right—I had everything because we had each other, and together, we could face anything that might come our way.

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  Blind Date With the Billionaire

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  Stranded With the Billionaire

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