Maid for Hire & Educating Australia (6 page)

"This is going to kill me," he barely said through clenched teeth.

She laughed and then stroked his erection again. She liked touching him, feeling his hard muscles beneath her hands. She took her time washing him as he had washed her and when she was finished she let her hands play with him again.

He groaned out a curse before catching her hands and pushing her against the glass block. Within seconds he had her lifted to his hips, back anchored to the blocks and his erection positioned right at her entrance. He was going to take her right there, completely, and she wanted him to. She had waited her whole life for a man who would love her and with him she was sure she had that. She didn’t know how things worked in America, but love was love and she was falling in love with him, with his family too. She was falling in love so she let him love her, completely, in every way a man and woman could physically love each other and she hoped that his heart would attach to her the way her heart had already attached to him.

Without lifting his head from the crook of her neck he fumbled for the lever and turned the water off. When he was able to move he lowered her from his waist until her feet touched the floor. She tried to stand up right on her own.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She clumsily walked out of the shower. He chuckled.

"Good, huh?"

"Fantastic," she grabbed hold of a towel.

"Let me," he took the towel from her and dried her off with a sweet caress. He was gentle with her. That gentleness had to come from love. At least she thought that was how things worked. She had never been in love, or loved romantically before so she wasn’t sure what the rules were. She knew the fantasy she had about love, but the reality as it stood today was something she couldn’t declare expert knowledge on. She knew the love her parents had—that complete devotion to each other that lit up their home with happiness and a complete feeling of safety. If that’s what all love felt like then she would say they loved each other in the way a man and woman should love each other if they planned to be physically intimate with each other—which they already had. She would not have given herself to him if she didn’t feel what she felt.

"I should go upstairs and get some clothes."

"I like you naked."

She could see that. "If I don't get dressed we won't make it out of your bedroom."

"That's the plan," he grinned.

"Okay." She strolled into the bedroom knowing his eyes were glued to her naked body. "I guess I'll just lie here," she rolled onto her belly and rested her chin in the palm of her hands.

"I'll join you." Like a cat he was quickly beside her, stroking the curve of her butt cheeks, gently kneading them.

“I need recovery." She reminded him.

"And we need to talk."

Chapter Five

H
e loved making love with her, but avoidance wasn't the way to grieve; he knew that from experience. He also knew she didn't want to talk.

"What happened to you in Israel?"

"No." She started to turn away, but he guided her chin back in his direction.

"Yes. Tell me."

"I want to forget."

"But you haven't forgotten. It still haunts you." He remembered her nightmare. She wouldn't talk about it, but he knew it was tied to Israel.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I was sixteen when we left Egypt. When I turned eighteen some men abducted me from my home. They took me out from the city to a small house. There was only one room. It was dirty and smelled of urine. One of the men held me down. They ripped my clothing and they would have taken me, but Aldir stopped them. He had found me only a couple hours after they took me. I was lucky. We were all grateful to him."

"He started to come by to check up on me. He brought gifts...nothing to raise concern. I thought he looked at me as a daughter, but I was wrong. He was called away when a disturbance broke out in the outer territory. He was gone ten years, but when he came back he remembered me."

She trembled.
 
"He asked for my hand. I said no, and father wouldn’t force marriage on me. I was lucky. My mother was French, my father an Egyptian scholar and neither believed in forced marriages. Aldir lost patience. Two weeks before my thirtieth birthday he had me detained. I was held for three days without food and water. They held my head in a bucket of water several times and I thought I would die."

He wanted to kill the bastards. Hell, he'd go to Israel for the sole purpose of taking them out.

"Anyway. Aldir let me go. He had me shoved out of a moving car in front of our house. He told me he would call again. My parents decided I needed to leave. There are very few places over there where there are no men willing to kill for Aldir. So they decided on America. Chadi arranged everything. He had helped other women, so they trusted him to help me. I had hoped once I became a citizen that they could join me. But now..."

Now that wasn't an option. He pushed her hair to one side of her neck and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I'm sorry you suffered. I'm sorry you suffer still."

"I can't go back there."

"You won't have to." He had a plan for making sure she stayed. He knew he wanted to marry her, but he also wasn't sure she'd be eager to use him for citizenship now that she knew him. No, his plan was in two parts; get her pregnant and get her to say yes to marriage. He was working diligently on the pregnant part. He had come inside of her purposely. And after their shower, when she almost made him come in her mouth, he had enough mental clarity to know he didn't want his boys going where they wouldn't have a chance of serving his purpose.

"Why did you have to leave Egypt?"

"I don't know. My parents never told me. They would not speak of it, and I guess I just learned not to ask any more questions. I did not want to cause them more pain."

She sighed. "If I have to leave America I'll go north to Canada. Aldir's reach stretches far and he will suspect France would be my first stop if I had to leave here."

"You're not going anywhere."

"I hope you are right. I like it here in America with you," she rolled over; "and Tayla. The two of you remind me a little of me and my father. You are close. That is good."

"Just wait until she's a teen and wants to date."

“Your country..."

"Our country." This was going to be her country too and it was time she thought of it as home.

She smiled. "Our country..." she looked into his eyes.”It is strangely different."

"You weren't obsessed with dating as a teen."

"No. I was in love with Egypt. I studied. I worked digs with my father and the other university students."

"There were no young men interested in you? I find that hard to believe."

"There were those who were interested, but I wanted to feel that desire and connection. Like my mother felt for my father."

She told him how her mother had come to Egypt on a study exchange, met her father at one of his lectures and fell deeply for him and he fell just as deeply for her. "Within three weeks they were married." She giggled. "Father worked fast but I believe it was mother who captured him. Before her he had sworn himself a bachelor, married only to history. After her," she smiled. "History became his mistress...one they shared with each other. To have that kind of love and devotion; I wanted that. It is why I turned down Aldir."

"You didn’t' love him."

She shook her head furiously. "No. He didn't love me either. He just wanted to possess my body."

"So you saved yourself."

She looked in his eyes."Yes. I saved myself for the man who could hold my soul."

He was that man. Her words brought him much pleasure. She edged closer to him. "Hold me?" Her voice was a sweet elixir. He rolled onto his back and allowed her to lay on him as much as she wanted. She settled her head on his chest and allowed one leg to rest in between his legs. Her thigh nudged his cock. He could be ready again soon, but he knew she wasn't so he draped his arms around her and just held her as she drifted to sleep.

He spent the weekend making love to her, taking care of her, talking with her. The time went by fast and Tayla was home once again. Tonight Nefertiti would sleep in her own bed for the first time since her parents' death. As much as he wanted her in his bed he needed to take some time to gradually introduce Tayla to his willingness to take another wife. He expected she would have some concerns and that was best dealt with before Nefertiti took to his bed while Tayla was home.

After an exchange of hugs and Tayla practically circulating throughout the house as Nefertiti's shadow it was time for bed.

He walked both upstairs and sent Tayla in her room. He leaned in closer to Nefertiti, looked her in the eyes and said, "I'll come up later."

She simply nodded, said goodnight to Tayla and went to her room.

An hour later, once he was sure Tayla was asleep, he went up to see Nefertiti. She had been crying again.

"Hey," he sat beside her on the bed.

"My mother," she showed him the picture. "And my father." She showed another. "Beautiful aren't they?"

"Yes they are." He could see the love in her eyes.

"Tayla asleep?"

"Yes."

She sat the pictures back on her nightstand. "Did you come for me?" She untied her robe exposing baby pink panties and a black tank top.

“We don't have to."

"I want to." She stood and removed her clothes and he followed suit while she turned down the bed.

It didn't take him long to come to rest between her legs and when he did, he took his time ravishing her body. He didn't stay the night in her bed, though he wanted to. For weeks they kept up their midnight affair. After a couple months he managed to work up the nerve to ask Tayla what she'd think about him dating again. She was fine with it as long as they kept Nefertiti on. When he told her that's how he had in mind she seemed ecstatic.

"And if I were to propose? Would you be okay with her as your stepmother?"

"Yes!" She had beamed. He swore her to secrecy since he hadn't asked Nefertiti yet. He wasn't sure how he would ask her, but he planned on it. It was time to put part two of his plan in motion while he diligently worked at part one.

One day while he sat in the kitchen with Tayla, Nefertiti cooked dinner. "It smells o...sweet," she said of the crème sauce right before she threw up in the trash. Tayla had been talking to his mother at the time. Being a woman she had no doubt long ago realized he was having sex with Nefertiti. He wasn't surprised when Tayla handed him the phone and professed, "Grandma wants to talk to you."

"Mom." He said absently.

"Did you knock her up?"

"I hope so," was all he would say.

"Well are you sure she wants children?"

He wasn't. He hadn't expected she didn't until his mother asked him. He needed to find out so he waited until Tayla went to sleep before going upstairs to Nefertiti's room.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight." She sat up in bed.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. I don't know why I felt so sick. Maybe the milk was bad."

He suspected something else. "Do you want children?"

She looked taken aback for a moment. "Of course. I'd like a couple. A boy and a girl, but it doesn't really matter so long as they're happy, healthy and free." She stopped suddenly. "You don't want more; do you?"

"I do," he said. "It's just...well we've had about two and a half months of uninterrupted sex."

"Three," she corrected. Then he saw the understanding look on her face.

"I never used a condom."

"Oh my. I'm not on anything. Oh, but it couldn’t be." She counted on her fingers. "I'm so sorry. Tayla..."

"Seeing as though I've already cleared marrying you with her I think she'll be fine with a brother or sister." He placed his hand to her stomach. "Besides, there's no need to apologize. I got you pregnant deliberately."

"What?"
"I wanted you to marry me and I thought it might help you say yes."

She laughed. He thought she would be furious, but she wasn't.

"First comes baby, huh?"

"I was hoping we could get married in a few weeks. Baby takes about nine months."

"Yes," she threw her arms around him. "I will marry you." She pulled back and hit his arm. "You are sneaky. I would have said yes without your getting me pregnant...if I am. I think I might be."

"I know you are," he pulled her close. "But I'll buy a test tomorrow anyway."

She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he wrapped his arms around her. "Come on," he pulled her up.

"Where are going?"

"My room," he said and they did just that.

Within the month he had a wife, a beautifully pregnant wife, and his family felt complete again. He no longer worried about losing her because she was his and she was home in America to stay.