Page 30 of The Seductress

Her grandparents had become so much more to me than in laws over the last couple of years. They’d embraced me completely, and though they never said it, they’d fashioned themselves the parents I never had.

A lot had come out in the trial, things that I hadn’t thought of in years. The defense had dredged up my past from birth until the time their clients had set their sights on me. In the end, it served no purpose otherthan to open old wounds that were better left untouched.

They’d turned on each other, Jen and Jeremy. She, blaming him for the whole sordid mess, and he claiming that it was she who’d cooked the whole thing up after he’d drunkenly told her what had happened to his mother. The court seemed to be gridlocked on who to believe, but I tend to believe Jeremy’s version.

Sure he went along with it after the fact, but I believe that she was the one. He didn’t have the fucking brains to pull off a stunt like that. If he had, he wouldn’t have grabbed Ashley in the middle of the day in a parking lot full of holiday shoppers. Funny what you can piece together when given half a chance.

It didn’t much matter who said what anyway. With the pull Sorenson and Jonas had in the judicial system they were pretty much gone before the first gavel bang. The kidnapping alone carried a fifteen to life sentence, add the blackmail and extortion and they would never see the light of day. Works for me!

It’s been a while since we’ve heard from or about them in anyway, not since the trial was over. I know Jen had tried contacting her sister, but I’d forbidden them both from mentioning her to my wife. Her place in our lives is over. Better yet she has no place in our lives period.

If they get newspapers where they’re at, then they would know that the people they’d sought to harm are doing very well. The judge had foundhis someone and Jonas hadn’t been too far behind. Of course the gossip rags had covered every aspect of it as they’d done with our wedding and the birth of our first child.

“Dada weady.” I shook myself out of my reverie and begun to read my girl her favorite story. It wasn’t everyday that I let those thoughts intrude, I like to focus more on my happy little family these days. I guess what they say is true; the best revenge is to live well.

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Ashley

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I made my way down the hall to the room that was way too quiet for my little monster to be up, and pushed the door in slightly. The sight that greeted me was one that I had grown accustomed to in the last year and a half, father and child asleep in the old family rocker.

I can never quite retain the smile that blossoms in my heart whenever I come upon this scene. Simon, the big strong protector, provider who had become even more of a tyrant since my abduction, was his softest when he was with his little progeny.

I have no doubt that my husband loves me beyond reason, but I’m just as convinced of his love for his child. For someone who’d had a fit when we first found out the sex of our firstborn, he’d made a complete three-sixtysince the second she was born. Though I’d never had any doubt that he would.

He’d hounded me for days after the initial discovery, until I’d wanted to bash him in the head. I didn’t know what he expected me to do after the fact. The baby was a girl and no amount of moaning and groaning on his part was going to change that.

Dad had finally pulled me aside when I was about at my wit’s end and explained to me that even he had-had a case of the sweats when he first learned he was having a little girl. According to him, it puts a fear in a man like no other. I had to take his word for it, because my husband had turned into a complete lunatic.

Then we brought her home, andeven before that, while she was in the hospital, as soon as she was through feeding she’d search him out with her eyes. It was as if she knew that he needed working on. The little traitor was a daddy’s girl through and through. Oh she has her moments when she wants her momma, but if the two of us are in a room together I know I’ve lost that battle, and I love it.

I stood just inside the door not wanting to wake them. He because he was tired I know. He’s been working extra hours to prepare for the birth of our son. As with Ana, he wanted to be there for Jason’s first few months, so he was pushing himself at work to get things done so that he could be free without distractions.

Her, I wanted to sleep as long aspossible, because once those eyes open she’d be off and running and there was no keeping up with her with a twenty pound belly in front of me.

When a lock of his hair fell across his forehead though, I couldn’t resist, and walked inside to fix it back in place with my fingers. As I reached out to do just that, his eyes flew open and on mine. Bright, beautiful, and alert! The smile that grew across his face was from the heart. It was the kind of smile that still made me weak in the knees.

With a finger to my lips, I cautioned him to be quiet and he looked down at the little head on his chest. My heart warmed at the way he lowered his lips to that head and closed his eyes with pleasure. I reached for her, suddenly wanting toput her to bed so that I could be alone with her dad, but he shook his head and mouthed that he’d do it.

Together, we walked to the nursery decked out for a southern princess and heaven knows she is that, and placed her in the canopied big girl bed as she calls it. It still gives her dad nightmares. If it were up to him, she’d be in a crib until she was sixty.

After making sure that she’d stay down, I took his hand and quietly made our way to our room. The servants were milling around downstairs, mom was out in the garden reading, where she’d probably fall asleep for her afternoon nap, and dad was off working.

They didn’t live with us, butmight as well since they were always here and my husband wouldn’t have it any other way. Mom came every morning to help with the baby the bigger I got with my pregnancy which was a big help, it gave me time to do my classes on line and get some other things done before little Ana took over.

I closed the door gently and turned to him, all the need I had inside shining in my eyes I am sure. He didn’t need words to tell him, or my hand on his chest to guide him. Just as he’d done since the beginning, he put his hands on me with love and care, pushing the maternity top off my shoulders.

I stepped out of my shorts and his hands went to the band of my underwear, baring me completelybefore we turned to his clothing, which were soon on the floor at our feet. He picked me up effortlessly and made his way to the bed, laying me there like precious cargo.

He massaged my feet, taking them one by one into his hands, all the while holding my eyes with his. “That’s so good.” I sighed with pleasure and arched slightly as my legs spread open making room for him. It wasn’t long before I felt the warm wetness of his lips on my inner thigh and my blood begun to heat.

Even now, when my body is stretched with his child, he can still make me feel like the most desirable being. “Hmmm, you’re wet for me already.” I felt his tongue broad, flat, as he licked me there where I needed him most. I will never get tired ofthis, of the way he drank from me as if feeding on nectar.

The sounds he made as his tongue drove into me, made me hot, and when he grabbed the globes of my ass in his big hands and pulled me onto his tongue, I came. I grabbed his hair and held on because I knew once he got started he wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

My head tossed and turned on the pillow, pretty soon the sheets beneath me were wet with sweat in the Tennessee heat, but I didn’t care. I never wanted this amazing feeling to end. Lifting my knees beside his ears, I clasped his head and tried pulling him in even farther.

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