Page 68 of Demanding Husband

Vince’s head snapped up to look at her. They stared at each other for a moment, a weird tension hung in the air between them. Lorelei could feel it like electricity, causing her skin to prickle and the hairs on her arms to stand on end.

“I think she’d be able to help me remember,” Lorelei added, before shrugging. “But if you say she’s gone, then she’s gone. We’ll make do without her.”

“You don’t understand … It was a bad situation. For all of us.”

Lorelei narrowed her eyes at him. “Was it?”

They stayed at the table. The silence engulfed them.

Chapter thirty-eight

My way

Theirhousewasbrimmingwith life. Everywhere he looked, there was someone busy doing something. The sound of ripping cardboard and clattering filled the air. Boxes were piled up in every room, making their modern home an art installation.

Vince didn’t care about the mess, or the noise, or the stench of musty boxes finally being unpacked. None of it bothered him.

His wife stood in the middle of the kitchen, elbow-deep in boxes. Vince watched as a huge smile broke out across her face. Her hands emerged from the box, holding the ugliest ceramic cat he’d ever seen in his life. Lorelei held it up for Kate to inspect. The women burst out into raucous laughter. They leaned on each other for support as their faces turned purple, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

Vince didn’t know what was so funny, nor did he care. The only thing that he cared about was the fact that she was finally laughing. His wife was coming back to him slowly, piece by piece. It had been a long, haunting road, but almost all of Lorelei’s memories had returned to her. She remembered Dino, Kate, Paige … and Claire.

Vince’s chest heaved as he thought about her. A buzzing feeling erupted in his rib cage, filling him with nervous energy. A small smile broke out on his lips just thinking about her.

Lorelei’s loud, wheezing laugh brought him back to the present. She’d set the ceramic cat down on the dining table, clearly afraid she’d drop it, and moved her hands up to her eyes. She wiped away the happy tears as she tried to get herself under control.

“Jesus,” Lorelei gasped. “I need to sit down.”

Kate, still giggling, pulled out a chair for her. They sat among the boxes, still stifling their laughter.

Clearly, they weren’t going to get much unpacking done. Vince wanted to roll his eyes at them but he couldn’t blame his wife for enjoying her life. She deserved it. They’d been through enough heartache for one lifetime.

“Daddy,” a sweet, high-pitched voice called.

Vince’s heart skipped a beat as he turned to look at the stairs. Claire stood at the top, her golden-brown hair tied up into a bun on the top of her head. “Yes, baby?”

She was wearing an impossibly short skirt. As he stepped toward her, he could see more of her thighs becoming visible. That wasn’t the part of her body he was interested in though. The thing that drew his attention was her rotund, protruding stomach.

Growing inside of her was his child, almost ready to emerge and start life in this world.

“I need your help,” Claire said, “upstairs.”

Vince knew exactly what she wanted—a good servicing, a fucking, his big dick inside of her. Ever since she’d gotten pregnant, her libido had been uncontrollable.

He followed her upstairs. Claire dragged him into her bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. Instantly, she began to undress. Vince couldn’t help but look at her swollen breasts, her round stomach, her thick thighs, her flushed face. Pregnancy suited her.

Vince moved to her and placed his hands firmly on her hips, kissing her forehead as she removed her bra. “My broodmare,” he whispered.

“Don’t call me that,” Claire whined, slapping her palms against his arms. “For that you can eat my pussy.”

Vince leaned back and frowned at her. “Excuse me?” he asked, feigning annoyance. “Did you just tell me what to do?”

Claire pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. Vince pushed her naked body toward the bed and turned her around. Once her elbows and knees were pressed into the mattress, he reached down to his cock and pulled it out of his jeans. He pressed his erection between her butt cheeks, rubbing it back and forth to tease her.

Claire gasped and looked back over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me,” she insisted. “Now.”

Vince couldn’t deny her. He grabbed the base of his cock and thrust it deep inside of her, hard. Her whole body rocked forward. He could feel her arousal around his cock, warm and wet. He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her in place, as he eased his cock out of her.

With only the tip left inside, he leaned down to her and whispered in her ear, “My broodmare.”

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