Taming Eric (55 page)

He thrust harder, digging his fingers into her hips to hold her as he lunged forward, slamming into her over and over. Natasha started to gasp and with another loud cry she came apart again. Fuck she was amazing but with the feel of her squeezing hard around his cock he knew he was about to blow. He began to thrust harder into her, the head of his cock smashing into her cervix and when she braced herself, pushing back against him, meeting every forceful drive of his hips, he swore loudly and drove even harder into her, bringing her to yet another climax. That was too much for him and feeling her tighten around him again, her muscles rippling along his cock was all it took to push him over the
edge.

He froze trying to stop himself from coming, wanting to prolong his release that little bit longer, but he couldn’t, it was too late. He bent over her, his breath hot against her neck and with a hard jerk of his cock he started to come, pumping into her over and over again. As he spurted his seed deep inside her, Natasha’s muscles squeezed along his length milking him. It was so intense he almost thought he’d blacked out for a split second but no, he was still standing, bent over her, his cock buried deep inside her as the final aftershocks twitched through his
body.

When he could finally draw breath without gasping for air he groaned against her back. “Fuck baby I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I think you’re going to kill me. No matter how many times we make love it’s never enough. I can never get enough of you. As soon as I’ve had you I want you again.” His voice was breathless as he tried to suck much needed air into his
lungs.

“I know what you mean Eric. I feel the same way.” At her words, his heart swelled with his love for her. He loved to hear her say those things to him, he loved that it wasn’t just him that felt like that. “Still enjoy it while it lasts Mr CEO because it’s going to be very different once these two are born.” She said and he tensed at her words. Yeah, nothing like a baby to suck the sex life right out of a couple and they were having two so he was facing a long dry spell by the sounds of t
hings.

“God, don’t remind me baby.” He groaned. Did she have to tell him about the sexual drought he was facing when his cock was still hard and buried deep inside her? “I’m well aware that our son and daughter are going to make very effective forms of birth control for a while. It’s going to kill me wanting you and not being able to have
you.”

She laughed softly at the tone in his voice. He knew he sounded like a petulant child who was going to be denied his favourite toy but he couldn’t help it. They had a very healthy sex life, hell they were at it all the fucking time so he was going to feel like his throat had been cut when there was nothing for a
while.

“It won’t be forever and you’ll still be able to have me, just we’re going to have to work to their schedule. Anyway you just complained that all the sex was going to kill you, now you’re complaining that no sex is going to kill you. Make up your mind Mr CEO.” She teased and Eric chuckled. She had a point of course but he was a man, he liked sex, he loved sex with her and since it was the best sex of his life with her it was going to be hard to suddenly have it denied him or them having to schedule it in like they were making a time for a me
eting.

He groaned again. They needed to get out of the position they were in. He was concerned about Natasha standing bent over so long when she had the weight of their rapidly growing babies to carry. Plus they were wet, seriously wet. His balls were soaked and she was slowly weeping their combined release from her pussy. He loved it when she squirted. He loved that he could make her do that but they were going to make a mess on the floor soon if they didn’t move. “Ok baby, much as I’d love to stay like this forever we can’t. You’re really wet, my balls are dripping. You squirted and fuck it was sexy but you made me come so hard I thought I was going to black
out.”

“Eric.” She squeaked and he laughed at the embarrassment he could hear in her voice. How the fuck could she be embarrassed about coming the way she did? It was incredibly hot and a huge boost to his ego too although he wasn’t going to tell her that. She’d come back with some smart arse comment if he did. He was still inside her and she was embarrassed about how she responded to him? He couldn’t contain his smile at the irony of the situation. It struck him that it was a bit late for her to be embarrassed when his cock was still inside her with his cum and her release trickling slowly down her
legs.

He dropped a kiss on the smooth skin of her shoulder. “Don’t be embarrassed baby. I love that I can get you so excited that you squirt. It’s so fucking sexy when you do that and it’s me baby, you don’t need to be shy with me. I love you sweetheart.” He slipped the arm that wasn’t holding onto the bed around her and hugged her close t
o him.

He felt his heart swell when she said. “God Eric, I love you too, so much, even when you embarrass the hell out of me.” She wiggled her hips and he felt his softening cock slip free of her with a rush of fluid that began to run faster down her legs. Fuck! They’d outdone themselves this time he thought as he lunged for a box of tissues and began to clean her up before it all landed on the
floor.

He couldn’t leave her like that, he wanted to clean her and make her feel more comfortable. “Hop on the bed baby. I want to wash
you.”

She climbed on the bed and he propped pillows under her head to make her comfortable before heading into the bathroom. He quickly washed his cock and balls since they were really wet, the hair around his shaft all matted together. Once he was dried off, he grabbed a towel and wet washer and headed back out to Na
tasha.

He slipped the towel under her hips and gently began to clean her, starting with her thighs and working his way up until he was wiping over her pussy and through her curls, removing as much of the evidence of their release as he could. When he was satisfied that she was cleaner and probably more comfortable, he gently dried her and disappeared back into the bathroom to dispose of the towel and threw the washer into the laundry
chute.

When he crawled back into bed Natasha started yawning obviously tired from those three orgasms he’d given her. He secretly puffed up his chest with male pride behind her where she couldn’t see his expression. She’d never let him live it down if she thought he was all strutting like a damned peacock over turning her on that many times. “You’re a fucking idiot Rothman.” That little voice inside tol
d him.

He pulled her back towards him until his chest was against her back and kissed her gently before moving away from her again. “I’m sorry baby, but I’ve got some work related things I need to take care of. I’m trying to make sure everything is organised so I can take time off work for our wedding and honeymoon plus there’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere near the office once our babies are
due.”

He heard her sigh. “Eric will you stop worrying. I’m not going to be alone anyway. Alice is here to keep an eye o
n me.”

He cut her off before she could say anything more. “I don’t care if the entire population of Sydney is here baby. I need to be here to make sure you’re ok. Don’t bother arguing with me, you’re not going to win on this
one.”

She turned her head to smile sleepily at him. “Ok Mr CEO whatever you
say.”

Amazing, she wasn’t putting up too much of fight like she could sometimes and feeling like he’d won that round and figuring he’d better get out of there before she came up with anything else, Eric pulled on his jeans, not bothering with a t-shirt and turned to find her watching him through eyes that were little more than
slits.

He saw a spark of interest light up in her beautiful eyes and she licked her lips which was enough to make his body start responding to her again. “Dammit baby, don’t look at me like that. I need to work, you need to sleep and if you keep looking at me like that I’m going to want to be back inside that hot tight body of yours a
gain.”

He bent down to her and ran his tongue along her bottom lip giving her a quick kiss, pulling back before there was any risk of her responding or him being a weak motherfucker and hopping back into bed. “Sleep well baby. I’ll be holding you when you wake.” And with one final glance at her, he left the
room.

When he got downstairs he booted up his laptop. He did have some work to do but the main thing he wanted was to get up the list he’d been compiling of things he knew would mean a lot to Natasha on their wedding day. He wanted Christina Perri’s Thousand Years song to play as she walked down the aisle since he knew she loved it, she was a fan of the whole Twilight saga and she said the song reminded her of them, that it had taken them awhile but in the end they’d found each other, that it had been their destiny to be tog
ether.

She’d once joked that as a child she’d been fascinated with ice sculptures and had wanted to have an ice sculpture as a part of her wedding. Whether she still wanted it or not, if she now thought it nothing more than a childish dream, he was getting her, her fucking ice sculpture, like it o
r not.

There were several other things on the list including what food he’d want the caterers to prepare, knowing there’d have to be seafood in that list to keep his fiancé
happy.

Once he’d added some of his requirements to the list he quickly emailed it to Francine and then got back to the work he had to do. When he finally finished a couple of hours later he headed back upstairs to bed and stripped out of his jeans before carefully sliding onto the bed trying not to wake Natasha. He curled himself against her back, slipping an arm around her waist, his fingers spread over her stomach, cradling their babies. She stirred slightly and he told her he loved her before she drifted back off to sleep and he kissed her neck before his own fatigue claimed him and he drifted off to
sleep.

CHAPTER 23

Two days before their wedding Maggie and Thomas flew up from Tasmania. Maggie wanted to help out with the last minute wedding plans and Thomas was there for
Eric.

Eric roped Maggie into coming out shopping with him the day before the wedding, but his purchase was to be kept a secret from Natasha. She was curious as to what he needed to go shopping for and in particular why he needed Maggie to accompany him. “Patience baby. All will be revealed on our wedding day.” He grinned pulling her into his arms and dropping a hard kiss on her
lips.

He wanted to buy something that she could wear with her bridal gown and something that would be his wedding gift to her too. He’d managed to squeeze enough details about the wedding dress out of Alice so he’d have some idea what to shop for and later that day when he and Maggie were pouring over cases of expensive necklaces, they both agreed one in particular was perfect. It had a price tag of $250,000 but Eric didn’t care, Natasha was worth every cent to him and more. Chances were she’d give him hell over spending such a lot of money on a piece of jewellery since she’d never given a shit about his money or asked him for anything but he was prepared to put up with her wrath to see her wearing this necklace when she walked down the aisle. It was absolutely stu
nning.

It was made up of four strands of diamonds that did up around the neck. The centre piece was like a bow, diamonds all along the bow and the middle of it at what would normally be the knot of the bow was one large diamond. The four strands of diamonds that did up around the neck threaded down through the loops of the bow before branching out to petal shaped diamonds either side of each strand. The centre diamond of the bow also had a row of petal shaped diamonds that ran down fr
om it.

“Oh lad, it’s stunning. Your lass is going to look so beautiful wearing this.” She reached out and hugged him. “My lad, my sweet lad. What did I tell you? I told you that you deserved to be happy and not to push love aside, to stop feeling like you weren’t worthy of it and I’m so delighted that you listened to me. I can’t tell you what it does to me to see you so happy, so content and you have the perfect woman. She adores you Eric, she always has. You make sure you never let her feel one single moment that she isn’t loved and I know you’ve worried about becoming a father, but you’re going to be a wonderful father lad. I just kno
w it.”

He felt his eyes fill with tears at her words and he wiped a hand impatiently across them, embarrassed that he was getting all emotional in a public place. “Thanks Maggie. I love her so much. I can’t wait for her to be my wife. She’s everything I could have dreamed of having in a perfect woman. She’s beautiful, sassy, smart and she loves me. I don’t know why it took me so long to realise that the perfect woman for me was working alongside of me every
day.”

Maggie laughed. “Well you’re a man my lad and sometimes you men are a little slow on the up
take.”

“Oh shut up Maggie.” He kissed her on the cheek to soften his words. “Come on, lets get out of
here.”

Later that day, back at the house Eric pulled Natasha aside to tell her he and Thomas were going to spend the night at her town
house.

“What the hell for?” She gaped a
t him.

“Call me crazy baby but you know about my past, you know how I never thought I’d be worthy of any kind of happiness and now that I have you and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life, I don’t know why, I just know that I have to be as traditional as possible for our wedding. It might not make sense to you but I can’t shake the feeling that if we stray from tradition something will go w
rong.”

“That’s crazy Eric. Following tradition isn’t what will give us a happy marriage, that’s up t
o us.”

“I’m sorry baby, but this isn’t open to discussion. I’m staying the night in your place. I don’t want to see you until you’re walking down the aisle to me tomo
rrow.”

“I know what you’re saying Eric, but I’m going to miss you. I like sleeping in your arms. The bed’s going to feel so empty.” She m
oaned.

He couldn’t help smiling at her words. Oh she wasn’t playing fair now trying to get him to stay but she just didn’t get why he felt the way he did. “I love you baby and I’m going to miss you too but it’s one night and then the next time we lie in bed together it will be as Mr and Mrs Rothman. I think you can survive one n
ight.”

“What about the babies? What if I go into labour and you’re not
here?”

Eric laughed. She was playing dirty now but he hadn’t forgotten what the doctor had told them on her last check up. “The doctor says you’re fine, Erica and Nathaniel are fine. They aren’t ready to make their appearance on our wedding day baby. The doctor assured us of that and anyway, like you’ve said before, you won’t be alone. Your Mother, Maggie and Alice will be
here.”

“You’re really not going to be here are you?” He heard the resignation in her voice and he pulled her into his arms, kissin
g her.

“No baby, I won’t. Stop sulking. It’s one night and then we’ll be together for the rest of our l
ives.”

Later that day Eric and Thomas left for Natasha’s townhouse in his Porsche. He’d left Francine at the house organising all the various workers who were setting up the marquee, decorating the house with arrangement after arrangement of orchids. He’d chosen orchids as they represented love and he was doing anything he could to give them a great start to their mar
riage.

Natasha didn’t look too happy about being left with Francine since she’d had little to do with the woman and there was definitely some tension between the two although he had no ide
a why.

That night he paced downstairs in the townhouse, back and forth, his body filled with nervous tension. He hoped everything was going according to plan with the set up for the wedding. He had arranged for a limo to pick up Natasha and her Mother so they could be driven around while he was arriving back at the house. It might have been a little over the top but he wanted to make sure there was no risk of them seeing each other until the actual wedding ceremony. Henry was picking up the necklace in the morning to drop off at the house so Natasha would have it in time to wear with her wedding
dress.

He had everything planned about as much as he could. The rest was up to fate, destiny, whatever tomorrow would bring. He couldn’t wait, he missed Natasha so badly. One night without her was one night too many but the thing that kept him from rushing back or ringing her was the fact that the next time he saw her, she would be walking down the aisle to him. Thomas had agreed to give her away and in less than 24 hours she would be marrying him. Eric felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the thought. He wasn’t nervous or doubtful about marrying Natasha but he couldn’t help stressing that something would go wrong or that she might change her mind and break his
heart.

*     *
     *

The day of their wedding dawned bright and sunny and Eric grinned when he saw it. That had to be a good sign to have clear skies and brilliant sunshine for their weddin
g day.

He and Thomas cooked themselves some breakfast, although Eric had a sudden attack of nerves which robbed him of his appetite but he forced himself to eat anyway. “You do have yourself in a state don’t you boy?” Thomas studied him from across the table while the
y ate.

Eric’s smile was rueful. “I didn’t expect this when I’ve been waiting for this day to come but I’m worried something will go wrong and what if she changes her mind
Tom?”

Thomas snorted. “What’s this crap you’re coming up with boy? That girl loves you so much. There is no way in hell she’s backing out. Stop letting your insecurities in. You don’t need the past interfering with your future, not t
oday.”

Henry arrived to take the necklace to Natasha and Eric handed it over complete with a note he’d written for her. He quickly read through what he’d written and satisfied, he tucked it in with the jeweller’
s box.

‘This is my wedding gift to you my beautiful wife to be. Please do me the great honour of wearing this on our wedding day. Stop worrying about how much I spent as I know that would be one of the things you’re thinking about as you look at the necklace. I want to see this around your neck when you walk down that aisle to me. See you soon baby. I love you with every fibre of my being. You are my heart, my soul, the very reason for my existance. Eri
c. xx’

“Look after it Henry. Give it to Maggie. I want her to give it to my fianc
e ok?”

“Very good Mr Rothman.” Henry took the jeweller’s box and left for the drive to Point
Piper.

Once Henry had left with the necklace Eric showered and shaved before finally dressing in the suit he was wearing. He’d gone with a black suit, cream shirt, tie and vest so he would be in keeping with Natasha’s dress. He pinned a dwarf orchid to his lapel and he was ready to go and get ma
rried.

Thomas turned up dressed in his black suit and Eric looked at him in surprise. The older man cleaned up ok. He’d never seen him so formally attired before, but he was certainly looking ready for his job of walking Natasha down the
aisle.

When they were both ready, they climbed into the Porsche to begin the drive back to his harbour side home where his beautiful bride to be was waiting fo
r him.

Eric and Thomas arrived back at the house half an hour before the ceremony was due to begin. There was no sign of Natasha or Kathryn and Maggie told him that they were already in the Rolls Royce he’d hired and driving around to keep them out of the house while he ar
rived.

“Is she wearing the necklace?” He
asked.

Maggie smiled. “Oh yes lad. She was blown away by it and very emotional. She had to have her make up touched up afterwards. It looks stunning on
her.”

“Did she complain about me spending money o
n it?”

“What do you think lad? Of course she did. You know that lass has never been attracted to you for your bank balance. It’s just as well she doesn’t know how much it cost or you’d be in trouble I sus
pect.”

Just then Francine turned up, looking her usual impeccably groomed self. She smiled at him, her eyes moving over him as he stood there in his suit. “Would you like to come and check that everything is to your satisfaction Mr Rothman? Also Vladimir wants to get some photos of you before the ceremony b
egins.

“Sure.” He followed the wedding planner as she headed off out onto the back terrace. The marquee was all decorated inside with the tables and chairs for their guests. A sea green carpet ran from the french doors across the terrace and down the stairs to the lower level where the marriage celebrant would be marrying them. Either side of the carpet on the lower level had white chairs arranged with large satin
bows.

In the marquee were more of the white chairs and tables, each table decorated with arrangements of orchids. In one corner stood the ice sculpture of a swan that Eric had insisted be there despite Francine trying to talk him out of it saying ice sculptures weren’t exactly that popular an
ymore.

On another table stood the wedding cake. He grinned as he looked up at it. It was 5 tiers high, cream with ornate patterns all around it that swirled and twisted around each tier. Every layer had arrangements of flowers, most of them in shades of yellow. They looked like orchids but when he leaned in for a closer look he realised they weren’t real, they were edible. The cake was overkill just a little. No way they’d ever get through it all but Natasha had admired a photo of a cake similar to it one time and that had been enough for him to want their wedding cake to be like the one in the
photo.

Francine walked up and put her hand on his arm smiling up at him. “The photographer is ready now Mr Rothman. If you could come with me and let him take his photos before your fiance and her Mother arrive. They will be here
soon.”

He followed Francine to the staircase and for the next 10 minutes suffered through having his photo taken. He wasn’t keen on being photographed but this was his wedding day. He insisted on having Maggie, Tom and Alice join him for some of the photos and just as Vladimir finished with them Francine turned up to tell him that Natasha and Kathryn were back so it was almost time for him to take his place down on the lower terrace. They had to have their photos taken from the car first, so there would be a few minutes delay before they came i
nside.

With his heart pounding he started to head for the french doors that led out onto the back terrace but Tom stopped him first, pulling him in for a hug and a lot of back slapping. He’d no sooner extracted himself from his arms and it was Maggie’s turn, tears in her eyes as she hugged him and told him she loved him. Finally it was Alice’s turn to hug him but they chose to stay in the house to greet Natasha and her mother leaving him to make the walk down the aisle alone to where their guests and the marriage celebrant were wa
iting.

He’d been standing there nervously shifting from foot to foot wondering why the music wasn’t starting up and panicking that Natasha wasn’t going to show when he saw Maggie and Alice hurrying down the aisle to take their seats. Maggie gave him a big beaming smile and he smiled back with relief. Surely she wouldn’t be smiling like that if Natasha had changed her
mind?

Just when he was starting to tear himself apart mentally again, he heard the song A Thousand Years start up and his eyes shifted to the house as he waited for his first glimpse of his bride
to be.