"This is the best news. The most amazing news ever!" Cath squealed as she yanked off her headset. Aaron's lips parted as his head came up in shock. He felt his heart come to a complete stop. This was the opposite of great. This was the worst possible thing.He wanted to slap the annoying smile from Cath's face. How could he have been so careless and stupid?He'd been so wrapped up in the magic of being with Helen he'd forgotten that there were cameras everywhere, recording everything he said and did. He'd let their huge secret drop with barely a thought.And the last thing they needed now was for the world to know about their baby. He dropped his gaze and stepped forward. "I'm sorry," he said as he shielded Helen with his body from the cameramen who seemed to be swarming in from every angle. "I should have never said anything. I'll take full responsibility for that footage if you strike it from the show. I'll forfeit my fees, whatever you need just… don't air it please."Cath's ey
"What." she hissed, "was that?" When he didn't answer, she made a beeline for the deck and planted herself right in his sightline. "Just left me twisting in the wind, huh?""If you had something to say, you should have said it yourself," he said. The muscle at his jaw jumped as he ground his teeth and looked away from her.But Helen wasn't having any of his brooding nonsense. She gripped his face in her hands and twisted until he was forced to look her in the eye. "This isn't just about me. It's about us. All three of us."He seemed to consider what she said.In a few minutes, he was in the midst of a group of hastily assembled producers. "If this is what you're offering, then I'm going to do what I can to make it happen." He glanced at Helen. She gave him a lop-sided smile and nodded.A collective sigh of relief went up. Cath slammed her hand on the table. "All right then!" she beamed excitedly into her ever-present headset. "Let's make it happen, people. We lost a whole day of shoo
"You care about me?" He grabbed her hand. "Then stay with me. I can't lose you, Cassandra." He scooped her into his arms and carried her up to their bedroom. He laid her softly on the bed while trailing kisses on her neck and down her arms then back to her mouth.“Carter…” she breathed, just as affected as he was.He slipped his tongue into her mouth. In moments, her ass was cupped in his hands, and her hands buried in his hair.He loved the way she kissed him… as though she was on the brink of losing all control. They've been together for quite a while and each time he touched her, she responded with fiery passion, as though they were new lovers.Despite this seeming unbridled response to him, he could sense her holding back at every point. Doubting herself… exercising caution. He had no idea why.He didn’t even know when he loosened her robe, but in a flash, it was hanging on the crook of the arm that tugged mercilessly on his hair. And he stared at her growing belly. Her smoothly
Helen sat bolt upright in bed and gripped her stomach. This wasn't hunger, although it gnawed at her the same way. This was a bone-deep need for something very specific, but she had no idea what.She used to think pregnancy cravings were a myth. An exaggerated old wives' tale to make women feel crazy and unhinged. Until tonight.She groaned in frustration and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to picture what her mouth was already tasting. Something crisp and buttery, oozing with fatty cheese that dripped unctuously onto her tongue.Something that would fill up the hole she was certain had opened up inside of her.The spot next to her in bed was empty, as was the couch. For one moment, she allowed herself to miss Aaron with the same intensity as her craving. He would know what she needed. And he wouldn't object to waking up in the middle of the night to give it to her either. The way he cared for her was more real than anything.She gripped the sheets, wondering where he had gone. She'd m
They sat on the porch of the Churchill's Mansion, enjoying the warmth of the late summer sunshine. Aaron was leaning back in his chair, his booted feet propped on the railing. He looked sleepy as he had just eaten a heavy meal, but his alert eyes monitored the toddler playing in the yard while Helen and Tracy were in the house. Presently the two women joined Aaron on the porch, sitting down in big rockers.Aaron straightened abruptly as Ryan, who just had his one-year birthday fell in the yard. He quickly went to help him up, brushing the dirt from his chubby little legs. Helen had always had a picture of what motherhood would be like. The quiet mornings in the nursery, the sun slanting through the curtains as she rocked her chubby baby against her breasts. She scooped Ryan up as he babbled."He never stops moving," Helen complained as her son tried to launch himself from her arms. "He just wants to play" Aaron laughed as he came around to her side and opened his arms. "Come here,
The golden sun was starting to set and it cast beautiful rays of sunshine across the sky. The heat burned her bare flesh, as she sunbathed in the evening sun. The sun's rays threw dancing sparkles onto the tips of the waves. Aaron and Helen decided to take a vacation. Tracy was all too happy to care for Ryan while they were gone. They decided to vacation in a private bay. In a yacht.A white gull soared overhead, giving its plaintive cry. Idly she watched it, free and graceful, framed against the cloudless blue bowl of the sky. The sea breeze brushed lightly over her naked skin, and pleasure brought a rare smile to her lips. Helen lay naked with only her thongs on as they were the only ones in the bay. They only met a few local fishermen who came to fish, especially in the evenings, but apart from that, she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her nakedness. Aaron walked into the deck and lay beside Helen. He wore only briefs."Honey, you'll get sunburned. You've been sunbath
There was another shot, and the window closest to Clayton shattered, raining shards of glass all over him. He cursed luridly.Aaron stared at him, trying to gather his thoughts. They were armed only with pistols, while whoever was shooting at them had a rifle. A rifle had the advantage of accuracy over a greater distance, allowing their assailant to shoot from outside the range of the pistols. Helen crawled out to the deck, crouching with her hands covering her head. She held a .22 rifle. The rifle didn’t have much power, but it did have a greater range and accuracy than the pistols.“Here,” she said, crawling back into the living room and sliding the rifle toward Aaron. He glanced around, his fist closing over the weapon. Clayton was moving through the yacht, checking to make certain no one was coming up on them from behind.“Thanks,” Aaron said briefly. “Get back in the hall, honey.”"But why? I'm quite good with a gun. I was trained to use guns too before I even qualified to be y
Aaron leaned against the hospital wall in the waiting room, his nostrils filled with the sharp smell of antiseptic. Behind him were Grant and Clayton waiting with him. He was full of misery; he prowled the confines of the room restlessly. No matter how he tried, Aaron couldn’t get the picture of Helen lying on the ground, in her blood, out of his mind. She had looked so pale and fragile, her eyes closed and her face paper white. He had fallen to his knees beside her, not minding the scuffle and shots going on behind him, and a low sound had exploded from his chest. Her name had echoed in his mind, but he hadn’t been able to voice it. Seeing her take the bullet meant for him had been a nightmare and he still hadn’t recovered. He didn’t expect ever to recover. Cold, piercing agony filled his chest. He prayed in his heart, really prayed that she would be fine. They had a one-year-old son and he couldn't bear raising him alone. Never again. Heck! never again. He was a billionaire now