MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) (22 page)

              “Before we begin, let me just ask you something,” Antonio said, changing the subject. “What exactly do you plan to do to me if I’m late?”

             
He’s trying my patience
. “Well, dear brother, that’s a very easy question to answer. If you’re late again, I’m going to fire you and toss you out on your scrimpy ass.” Despair shone on Antonio’s face, but he didn’t say a word.
Thought so
, Zeke gloated internally.

THREE LONG HOURS
after his meeting with Bane and Antonio, Zeke pushed open the door to the guest house to find Katherine asleep on the couch.
What is she doing here?
Taken by surprise, Zeke walked over to Katherine and gently patted her shoulder.

              Katherine’s eyes slowly peeled open. Blinking, she sat upright on the sofa. “What are you doing here, Katherine?”

              Katherine yawned. “Taylor invited me over to watch television with her, but she ended up getting sick. She asked me to stay here with her until you got home.”

             
Why didn’t someone call me?
“She hasn’t been feeling like herself lately. Was her sickness real bad?”

              Katherine stood. “I don’t think it was too bad. Sounds like she has a cold or a virus. There’s been some kind of bug going around. My girlfriend Lolita got it, and she’s doing much better now. Give it a couple of days, and I’m sure Taylor will be feeling much better.”

              Worry about his precious wife consumed Zeke. “I hope so. Thanks for staying with her, Katherine. I really appreciate it.”

              “You’re welcome. Call me if you need anything. Goodnight.” Katherine pulled open the door, then headed up to the main house.

              Apprehensive about his wife, Zeke entered the master bedroom, stalked over to their king-size bed, and pulled the beaded string on the lamp. The room vaguely brightened. Looking down at Taylor, his heart swelled.

              Sleeping on her back, her rich brown hair lay past her shoulders. Her brownish-mauve lips set in a straight line. Her cheeks looked rosy red.

              Zeke touched Taylor’s face with the pads of his fingers to discover her flesh hot to the touch. A ball of sorrow exploded inside him from seeing how sick she’d gotten since he’d dropped her off earlier.

              Stroking her hair with his fingers, he softly uttered her name. “Taylor. Wake up, baby. Wake up.” Taylor’s body looked rigid as a board. Zeke gently shook her shoulder. “Taylor. Wake up.”

              When Zeke kissed Taylor’s cheek, her eyes finally peeled open. The white part of her eyes was a scary red. “Who. Are. You?”

              Zeke’s gut swirled. “I’m your husband, Zeke, baby,” he choked out. He snatched the covers off Taylor, scooped her seething hot body into his arms, and rushed her to the emergency room.

Chapter Twenty-Four

             
T
hree days later, Taylor sat upright in the hospital bed, watching “Judge Mathis” on television, feeling better than ever. Clad in a white cotton hospital gown, she glanced at Zeke as he slept in the chair beside the bed. Ever since he’d brought her to the hospital, he hadn’t left her side.

              Taylor’s cell buzzed in her lap. Spying the Caller ID, a smile covered her face. “Hi, Mama. How are you?”

              “I’m fine. How’s my baby girl doing?” Veronica sounded chipper.

              “I’ve never felt better. Thanks, Mama.”

              “Is there anything I can do for my baby girl?”

              Taylor giggled. “Mama. You just left here five minutes ago. Nothing’s changed since you left. I’m good. Thanks for asking, though.”

              “Okay. Well, you just make sure you call me if you need me. I know you said the doctors may release you today. Keep me posted. I love you.”

              “I love you, too, Mama.” Taylor pressed the button on her cell to end the call.

              Feeling like her old self again, Taylor whispered her husband’s name as he remained sleeping in the chair propped against the wall in the corner. “Zeke.”

              Zeke’s body stirred. His eyes opened. Stretching his arms and legs in the recliner, he sat upright. Yawning, Zeke brought his watch up to his eyes. “The doctor was supposed to be here by now.”

              Taylor’s stomach growled. “I hope he comes soon, because I’m getting hungry.”

              Zeke patted his stomach. “Me, too.”

              Just as Zeke stood, Dr. Mason Papotto entered the room. “Good afternoon, Taylor. Are you ready to go home yet?” Clenching a small laptop in his hands, the physician smiled down at her.

              “Good afternoon, Dr. Papotto. I’ve been ready to go home. I’m getting out of here today, right?”

              “If your vitals are still good, I don’t see any reason why you can’t go home this afternoon.” Dr. Papotto lowered the laptop to the bed, washed his hands, then placed the cool metal of his stethoscope to Taylor’s chest. “Breathe in and out.” Taylor inhaled deeply, then released it. Dr. Papotto removed the stethoscope from her chest area and placed it on her back to listen. “Everything sounds and looks good.”

              Zeke gave the doctor a strange look. “So you still don’t know what caused her to get sick?”

              “Like I said before, my guess is she had a stomach virus.”

             
Your guess
. “Well, I feel all better now. Thanks, Dr. Papotto.”

              “The nurse should arrive with your dismissal papers shortly. The two of you have a great day.”

             
Yes. I’m going home. “
You have a great day, too, Doctor.”

              An hour later, Taylor walked across the parking lot of the hospital, feeling stronger than ever. Brand spanking new. That virus had gotten her down and out, but now, stronger than ever, she felt like she could run a marathon. Felt like she could have sex with Zeke for days.

              Zeke opened the door to the Porsche SUV for Taylor, and she climbed in. He then shut the door, rounded the car, and mounted on the driver’s side. Sitting behind the steering wheel, he gazed over at her, then leaned inward. “I’m so happy you’re doing better.” Clenching the steering wheel with one hand and grazing her collarbone with the other, he slanted his mouth over hers.

              Taylor moaned deep inside Zeke’s throat as she tongue kissed him. Tongues twining, a dull ache formed in her center. Moisture crept into her panties. Hot fire spread through her bones.

              Zeke broke their erotic kiss. “I thought maybe we could swing by the lot to take a look at the progress of our house, then afterwards maybe we can swing by Ruth’s Chris and get something to eat.”

              Feeling like her old self, Taylor looked forward to seeing the progression of her new home. “Sounds good to me. Let’s go.”

              Zeke cranked the engine, put the car in reverse. Smiling over at Taylor, he put the gear in drive, then drove out of the packed parking lot of the hospital.

              Fifteen minutes later, Zeke made a right at the long end of Ocean, drove down another long road, made a left, then parked the SUV on the road in front of their oceanfront lot.

              Zeke and Taylor met at the front of the truck, then walked along the dirt up to their white stucco home. Evening approaching, darkness began to settle in the late afternoon sky.

              “It’ll be finished soon,” Zeke said, with tremendous joy in his voice.

              “It gets prettier and prettier every time I see it.” Bright sun rays shined down on the glistening blue sea treading behind the huge white mansion. Seagulls spread their wings, flying over the roof of the two story home. “Fifteen thousand square feet…what are we going to do with all the space?”

              Zeke gave Taylor a serious look. “Let me ask you something, Taylor. What are your thoughts on adopting?”

             
Adopting?
“I’m open-minded about adoption.”

              “Is that so?”

              “Yes. Until you came back into my life, I dated, but I never had a true, serious relationship. For a long time, I never thought I’d get married and have my own children again, so often I thought about adopting. There’s so many kids out there that need adopting and could use a good home. We definitely will have the space, if that’s something we wanted to do. What makes you ask me about adopting?”

              Zeke’s complexion lightened. “There’s these two kids that I’ve become extremely close with at the shelter.”

              Taylor saw exactly where this was headed. “You mean Jaheem and Evan?”

              “Yes, I talk about them so much, you even know them by name now.” Smiling, Taylor nodded. Zeke said, “I don’t know what it is about those two little boys, but I’m drawn to them. Even when I’m not with them, I think about them. Think about what activity we’ll do next. About how I love tutoring them.”

             
His face lights up when he talks about Jaheem and Evan
. “I can see in your eyes that those boys mean a lot to you. If you want to adopt them, I definitely would consider it, Zeke.”

              Zeke cupped Taylor’s cheeks. “Do you really mean it, Taylor? You’d really do that for me?”

              Taylor nodded her head in his hands. “Well, it wouldn’t be just for you. It’d be for me, too. I love children. I’ve always wanted a big family with you. With all the money we have, we can adopt Jaheem and Evan and have some children of our own.”

              Zeke pulled Taylor’s face forward. “You’re the best, my love.” He pecked her lips. “Once this house is finished being built, I’m going to make love to you in every single room.”
I can’t wait!
Zeke grabbed Taylor’s hand and placed it on the bulge beneath his jeans. His stem wiggled on her hand.

              Taylor jumped. “Oh my. Your penis is gigantic.”             

              Arousal glowed inside Zeke’s irises. “And it’s all yours, wife.”

              Taylor squeezed his tool hard. “When are you going to give it to me?”

              “You can have it right now, if you want. Come.” Zeke tugged Taylor’s hand and led her toward the parked Porsche.

              When they reached the SUV, he opened the back rear door and led her inside. Sitting next to her in the backseat, Zeke zipped down his jeans, freeing his juicy-looking erection. His creamy column lay hard and rigid to his stomach.

              Sex throbbing, Taylor dropped her mouth on his thick stem.

              Zeke groaned huskily. “I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” 

              Taylor slurped around his rod.
Me either. It just looked so good. And tasty.

              Thrusting his tool inside her squeezing mouth, Zeke’s moans filled her ears. Salty pre-cum oozed from his slit onto her tongue. Licking him like a vanilla popsicle stick, the thick veins of his shaft throbbed against her tongue.

              Zeke gripped the sides of Taylor’s head and pulled it upward. Her mouth released him with a loud pop. “Ride me.” His request sounded more like an order.

              Taylor climbed on top of Zeke’s lap and straddled him. Breathing like a wild animal, he hiked her dress up to her hips, pushed her panties to the side, then flicked his finger over her tingling clitoris.

              Falling forward, Taylor clenched Zeke’s bottom lip with her teeth, chewed gently, then sucked it into her mouth. Sucking and pulling on his bottom lip, she felt him put his head to her wet entrance. He twirled the outline of her core with the hard, knobbed flesh.

              “Put it in, Zeke. Put it in now,” Taylor begged. “Hurry.”

              Clenching himself at the base, Zeke pitched upward. Taylor circled her womanhood downward on his tool. “Your pussy is soaked.”

              “Mmm. Hmm.”  Rocking her sex roughly on his rod, Zeke reached inside the V-front of her springtime dress, scooped out her left breast, and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Taylor winced in sheer pleasure.

              Rocking her hips back and forth, Taylor’s clitoris knocked repeatedly against Zeke’s steely length. Flicking his tongue wildly over her nipple, he crisscrossed his arms over her back, clutched her shoulders, and stroked her hard. Pumped vigorously. Stuck it good.

              “Yes, my wife. Ride me. Fuck me good.” Zeke’s pole punched Taylor’s sex. Swung side to side. Pounded all around. Hit her walls deliciously.  Hot sensations coursed through Taylor’s veins. Lit up her body.

              Orgasm nearing, she lifted her hips, brought her snatch up to his tip, and slammed down hard. “Zeeekkkeee!” Her sex exploded in a fiery orgasm.

              “Keeping fucking me, my wife.” Zeke clenched her hip roughly, then he stroked. His member pulsed inside her womb, then began spurting hot cum. “Aarrrgh!”

              The hard beats of Zeke’s stem slowed. “I can’t believe I just had sex with you inside a truck. Having sex in public like this…I should be ashamed of myself.” Taylor had to catch her breath.

              Zeke gently brushed the hair on Taylor’s back with his hands. “There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of, my wife. We’re married. Besides, there’s not another house around for at least three miles down the road. I love the adventure we just partook in.”

              “Me, too.” As Taylor climbed off Zeke, hot cum leaked from her sex, slid down her thighs. Her cell rang inside her purse in the front seat. She hopped up to answer it. “Hello?”

              “How are you, honey?!”

              Excitement kicked up inside Taylor. “Hi, Pierre! Long time, no hear!”

              “Sorry about that, but Pierre’s been super-duper busy with work, and with Francois. Look honey, in addition to the movie, Colgate is requesting that bright white smile of yours. For an advance of three hundred thousand, they want to shoot you in Paris.”

             
Ohmygoodness.
Taylor shrieked. “When?”

              “Now see, that’s where the problem comes in. They’d initially scheduled another model to do the shoot, but she came down with the chicken pox. That said, honey, they want you in Paris in two days.”

              “Two days?!”

              “Don’t get mad at me; I ain’t the one that makes the schedule.” Pierre chuckled, and so did Taylor.

              “Hold on.” Looking at Zeke stuff his tool back inside his underwear, Taylor covered the speaker of her cell. “It’s Pierre. Colgate called him, and they want me to do a shoot for them in two days. If it’s okay with you, I’d really like to do it.”

              “Taylor, you don’t have to get permission from me to do anything your heart desires. I’m your husband, and I support you in everything you want to do. Go to Paris. I’ll be here waiting on you when you return. I’ll get the company jet ready for you and make all the arrangements.”

              Taylor mouthed,
Thanks
to Zeke. “Pierre.”

              “Yes, honey?”

              “I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”

              “Oh, goody!”