Lost in Time (Forever and Always #20) (2 page)

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and walked
away.

Once she was gone, I prepared for the fight
about to ensue. The last thing I wanted was Scarlet to think I was
a womanizer. “I didn’t sleep with her,” I blurted. “I don’t even
know who that is. I swear.” The words fell out of my mouth so fast
they didn’t even make sense.

“What?” Scarlet asked.

“I’m not having an affair. I don’t even know
who that woman is.”

She smiled. “I know, Sean.”

“What…you do?”

“That was Samantha. You went on a few dates
with her years ago.”

The name still wasn’t ringing a bell.

“She was the girl you had sex with in the
park and then got a ticket.”

Now it clicked. “Oh. Okay, now I
remember.”

Scarlet smirked then shook her head
slightly.

“I’m not sleeping with her now,” I added.
“Just to clarify.”

Scarlet laughed. “Sean, I know.”

“Why are you laughing?” I wasn’t amused.

“Because any time a girl is somehow involved
in our lives, you freak out and practically have a heart
attack.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m cheating on
you.”

“I know you aren’t.” She had a fond look in
her eyes. “I trust you, Sean. But you don’t need to freak out every
time.”

“It doesn’t bother you when women hit on me?”
Because every time they even looked at her, I was pissed.

“Not really.”

“What?” I snapped. “Not even a little?”

“I trust you, Sean. There’s no reason to be
jealous. And you’re a good-looking, educated, respectable,
billionaire. Women are going to flock to you no matter what I say
or do. And believe me, they aren’t going to care if you’re
married.”

I understood why men hit on Scarlet all the
time, but that didn’t make me feel any better about it. And the
idea of a guy wanting to have an affair with my wife just pissed me
off. I married her for a reason. She was mine.

“Why are you mad?”

“Because you should be jealous. It hurts that
you aren’t.”

“Really?” she asked. “Isn’t the fact that I’m
so secure in my relationship with you that I’m not worried about
anything mean something?”

“I know you would never cheat on me and I
still don’t like it when guys hit on you,” I snapped.

“That’s different, Sean.”

“How?”

“It’s a male instinct. I’m small and need to
be protected. I’m always at a disadvantage because most men are
larger than me. You naturally feel the need to claim me. Honestly,
it has nothing to do with jealousy. It’s just about claiming your
territory. You, on the other hand, are unable to be overpowered and
raped by women. It’s different.”

I was still a little hurt that she wasn’t
jealous—at all. I sipped my water again and waited for the
food.

She sighed. “Still mad?”

“No.”

“It seems like it.”

I drank my water again, having nothing to
say.

The food arrived and I concentrated on my
plate. He put the pizza at the other end of the table for us to
take home. I didn’t look at my wife because I couldn’t deny how
hurt I was. Her eye contact made me look away. “How’s
Cortland?”

“I haven’t talked to him much. He seems busy
with Monnique.”

“That’s good.” I couldn’t think of anything
else to talk about.

“Sean, I love you so much. Please don’t think
my lack of jealousy has anything to do with my love for you.”

I finished my food and didn’t respond.

When the tab came, I slipped cash inside so I
wouldn’t have to wait for a receipt. Now I just wanted to go home.
I grabbed the pizza then pulled Scarlet out with me. When we got to
the car, I got her inside then placed the box on her lap. I had a
feeling the argument would continue once I was in the driver’s
seat.

I got inside then turned on the music. It
wasn’t too loud to block out our conversation, but it was loud
enough to indicate I didn’t feel like chatting. Scarlet respected
my need for silence and didn’t speak. We drove home, the
awkwardness filling the car.

Once we were home, I went straight to our
room. I just wanted to be alone and down a glass of whiskey. I
wasn’t sure why this bothered me so much. Penelope was never
jealous of other girls, and she ended up cheating on me and
breaking my heart. She obviously didn’t care. Of course Scarlet
did. She married me after all. But I guess I was still put our
because of it.

I sat in the chair by the dresser and drank
my whiskey while I stared at the wall. The lights were off and it
was dark. I closed my eyes while I rested my head against the
wall.

Scarlet came in a moment later. I heard the
door open but I kept my eyes shut. Her footsteps tapped against the
hardwood floor as she approached me. I heard her kneel at my feet.
Then her hands ran up my thighs slowly, reaching my fly. She undid
my belt then pulled down the zipper.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Not now,
Scar. I’m not in the mood.”

She got my slacks off then pulled my boxers
down until my cock was exposed. I was limp, but she quickly changed
that when she pulled off the top part of her dress, exposing her
breasts.

Fuck.

My cock betrayed me and hardened
immediately.

She put my cock in her mouth, soaking him,
and then stuck him between her breasts. She looked at me, desire in
her eyes, while she pressed her tits together and moved up and
down.

I almost shattered the glass in my hand
because I was gripping it so tightly. I loved her tits. They were
the best things in the damn world. She moved up and down slowly,
teasing me.

A moan escaped my lips, unbidden.

She kept going, slowly.

I breathed heavily while I watched her. I
leaned back and watched her do all the work, riding my cock with
her rack. When she moved down, she opened her mouth and rubbed her
tongue across the tip.

My wife had never been a whore, but shit, she
knew how to act like one.

She kept doing it, never rushing. I forgot
about my whiskey and just watched her please me, trying not to come
because it felt so amazing. I wanted it to last forever.

Unable to hold on any longer, I felt the heat
in my groin. It burned white hot, making my leg shake in
anticipation. Scarlet moved her lips to my shaft then took me far
into her throat, her hand still moving up and down. I stared at her
while I felt my release, filling the back of my wife’s throat. I
moaned while I enjoyed the pleasure, wanting it to last as long as
possible.

She swallowed then licked the tip, making
sure she got everything.

My wife was classy and elegant, but she could
be a damn prostitute when she wanted to be. She had the charms of
the most experienced courtesan, but I’d been her first in so many
ways, making me feel special.

She kissed my head then gave me a playful
smirk. “Feel better?”

I abandoned my whiskey then leaned back into
the couch. “I suppose.”

She ran her hands up my thighs then rubbed
the muscle, making me feel more relaxed. How could I be mad when
she made me feel so…good? She moved closer to me then ran her
fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.

“My husband is tired?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

She smirked then stood up. “How about you get
to bed and I’ll rub your back until you fall asleep?”

“I should be rubbing your back,” I said
drowsily.

“My man deserves to be pampered once in a
while.”

I undressed then got into bed. Scarlet turned
off the lights and set the alarm. Then she came beside me and
rubbed my back, lulling me into sleep. I was still hurt that
Scarlet didn’t feel jealous whatsoever. I mean, it was great that
she trusted me, but she wasn’t territorial at all? I knew Janice
would get into a catfight with anyone who even looked at Ryan. I
guess I wished Scarlet was like that too. My coherent thoughts
ebbed away and I couldn’t think anymore.

Chapter 2

Mike

Cassandra was getting big. She hit her
seventh month, and damn, she looked ridiculously hot. Her stomach
was round and couldn’t be hidden by anything she wore. The rest of
her was small, which made her belly look even bigger. When she
waddled around the house, my cock sprang to life. I had no idea why
it got me so hot. I’d never been attracted to pregnant women
before.

Now that we were married, I was eager to be
home with my wife as soon as I could leave the office. Being with
her was the greatest thing in the world. I loved seeing the ring on
her finger and wearing my own. I liked it when people asked how my
wife was doing. I just loved being married.

Cassandra’s attitude started to change the
longer she was pregnant. She was far more irritable and easily
annoyed. She was constantly hot, sweating from her brow as she
moved around.

When I came home, she was sitting on the
couch wearing just my t-shirt with no bottoms. She was drinking a
glass of ice water with a book on her thighs.

“Hey, baby.” I put down my bag then sat
beside her on the couch. “How are you feeling?” I moved my fingers
through her hair then massaged the back of her neck.

“Miserable,” she said with a sigh.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing.”

I kissed her forehead then ran my hand over
her stomach. “Hungry?”

“I’m starving,” she said quickly.

“When was the last time you ate?”

She shrugged. “Around breakfast time.”

That worried me. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“It’s just…too much work.” She leaned back
into the couch. “My back hurts, I’m tired, I’m super hot, I’m
just…whatever.”

I kissed her cheek. “I’ll stay home from now
on.”

“No,” she said quickly. “That’s not what I
meant. I’ll be fine. There are just days when I’m too exhausted to
do anything.”

“I want to stay home.”

“Mike, you’re a CEO. You can’t just not
work.”

“I can do plenty from home. Sean won’t
mind.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

I tilted her face toward me. “Yes, you can.
I’d hire a maid or caretaker, but I don’t want you to be with a
stranger all day. Besides, I’d love to stay home with my wife all
day. This is a magical time.”

“Maybe for you,” she snapped.

Since she was uncomfortable, I let all her
remarks and rude comments slide. She was carrying my baby, so she
was allowed to have an attitude all she wanted. “I’ll make dinner
then we can watch TV.”

“What are you going to make?”

“Whatever you want.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Hamburgers.”

“I can make that.”

“Okay.”

I kissed her forehead then moved from the
couch. After I took off my jacket, I rolled up my sleeves and got
to work. Cassandra stayed on the couch, breathing through the pain.
I walked to the thermostat and turned down the air, making it as
cold as possible.

After I prepared dinner, I brought her the
plate then helped her get comfortable.

“We can eat at the table,” she said.

“Don’t worry about that. Just eat.” I put a
pillow next to her to hold her plate. Her stomach was so big that
it blocked everything in front of her.

She took a bite and moaned. “God, this is
good.”

I knew I wasn’t an amazing cook, so she was
just hungry. I ate mind, not finding it to be that great.

She ate every piece then munched on her
fries. She was acting like she hadn’t eaten in years. “That was
good.”

I took the plates then did the dishes. At
least I made her happy for the evening.

“Do we have ice cream?” she asked.

I wasn’t a sweet tooth so I never bought any.
But I checked anyway. “No.”

“Oh.” She looked sad. Cassandra never ate
sweets, with the exception of Snickers bars.

“You want some?”

“But we don’t have any, right?”

“I can go to the store.”

“No, it’s okay.”

My wife got whatever she wanted. I grabbed my
jacket and keys. “What kind do you want?”

“You don’t have to go, Mike. I know you
worked all day.”

I opened the door. “Either pick or I’ll pick
for you.”

She smirked. “Chocolate.”

“Okay.” I set the alarm then walked out.

When I got into my car and headed to the
store, I realized I didn’t mind doing anything for her. After
working all day, the last thing I wanted to do was pick up
groceries at the store, but I would do anything for my wife. Even
if she wasn’t pregnant, I still would have gone. Because I loved
her.

I wanted to make this pregnancy as easy as
possible. I couldn’t imagine walking around with a bulging stomach.
The cramps and aches she felt must be constant and unbearable. She
was so petite that it must be difficult for her to adjust to such a
quick weight gain.

I grabbed the ice cream then headed home,
hoping my actions would put a smile on her face. My sole purpose in
life was to make my wife happy. I got off to that.

When I walked inside, she was exactly where I
left her.

“You got it?” she asked excitedly.

“Yep.” I took it into the kitchen then
prepared a bowl for her. When I brought it to her, she devoured it
like she never had ice cream before.

“I forgot how good this stuff was.”

I smirked while I watched her.

“Thanks for getting it for me.”

“Anything for you.”

She ate it then put the empty bowl on the
coffee table. “I’m lucky I have such a wonderful husband.”

“I’m only wonderful because you’re hot.” I
gave her a sinister smile.

“I have a feeling it’s more than that.”

I lay down on the couch then pulled her next
to me, spooning her from behind. I rubbed her back and her neck,
trying to make her comfortable. She moaned quietly while I rubbed
her tense muscles. The TV was on but I was concentrating on her,
making sure her muscles were loose. I still wore my suit but I
didn’t want to step away from her for even a minute.