by Gigi Thorne
"Fuck, Beau, please," I begged him. "Stop, I'm going to-"
And only a second later, it was too late, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge until I finally toppled over, my skin igniting under his touch, my pussy creaming all over his throbbing cock. I came with a desperate cry as his lips latched onto mine.
"Say it," he muttered, biting my bottom lip. "Tell me he's my son."
"He's y-your son," I stuttered. "He looks just l-like you, Beau, I can't deny it anymore."
"I fuckin' know," he growled out, fucking me deep, fucking me like I'd never stopped belonging to him for a second. "Take it, take my seed, Winnie. I'm going to put another baby inside that belly. I'm going to make you a Mommy again, every fuckin' time I take that sweet little pussy of yours."
I came apart beneath him, moaning his name over and over again as he bit down on my neck, burying his cock to the hilt inside my dripping cunt. I felt him coming, hot jizz spilling inside me and warming me up from the inside. My back arched and my eyes closed, begging for so much more, so much more that he would be giving me soon enough.
"Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you so much, Beau..."
He held me close, collapsing on top of me.
"I'm never pulling out of you," he muttered in my ear. "I want you fuckin' falling asleep with my seed dripping out of that tight pink pussy. I want you to always have a reminder of how much I love you, Winnie."
My eyes opened wide and I looked at him, blinking over and over again.
"You..." I whispered. "You l-love me, Beau?"
"Don't pretend like you didn't fuckin' know, Buttercup," he growled. "Don't pretend you didn't know since the moment I laid eyes on you... You knew how I felt that night when I had you in my bed. Admit it, darlin'."
"I did," I managed to get out. "I always knew, Beau..."
He nuzzled his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent as he pulled me into his arms. His cock was still inside me as he held me close, drops of his cum running from my dripping hole as he put his hand between my legs, swiping at my wet entrance and making me gasp. He raised his hand to my lips and offered me his fingers, and I looked into his eyes as my mouth latched onto him, drinking down the salty, warm taste of his orgasm.
"How do I taste, darlin'?" he asked, and I worked on his fingertips, filling myself with his taste.
"Like my favorite thing in the world," I whispered in response. "You'll have to feed me every night from now on, Beau..."
"There's nothing I'd love more," he grinned, kissing me right on my sticky lips.
My eyes were closing sleepily, finally getting tired the way I should have been hours ago. He seemed to notice, and peppered my face with sweet, caring kisses.
"Go to sleep, darlin'," he told me gently, just as I heard Randy in the next room, crying out for his mommy.
I stirred in Beau's arms, but he was up before me, his cock leaving me with a pop and the feeling of his cum oozing out of me. He pulled on his pajama pants and motioned for me to stay in bed.
"Let me get it," he told me with a wide grin. "I'd love nothing more than to take care of my boy while his momma sleeps in my bed."
"Thank you," I muttered sleepily, already drifting off. "I love you..."
His lips ghosted over my lips as he repeated my words to me. I was fast asleep in seconds.
11
Beau
After I tucked Beau in, I left the balcony door open and made a mental note of adding a ventilation system to his room. It was boiling hot in there, and I wanted him to be cool enough to sleep. I'd loved the way he'd looked up at me with those wide green eyes. He looked just like his mother when he smiled... But there were so many hints of myself in the boy, I couldn't deny it - he was my son, through and through.
I woke up early next to my woman and relished the feeling of her cuddling up close when I pulled her against me. She smelled sweeter than ever, and when she pushed her leg over mine, I could still feel the sticky cum between her legs.
A sudden urge to check on our boy made me reluctantly get up from the bed, glancing at Winnie's sleeping form fondly before I exited the room. It seemed to be quite late already, and it made me wonder why Randy wasn't awake yet.
I walked into his room, and the second I stepped inside, I knew there was a problem.
The little bed I'd had specially made for my son was empty. The breeze moved the curtains, the traitorous balcony door swinging open.
My heart was beating faster than ever as I took a step forward, shaking as I reached the little bed and found a note sitting on the small mattress. My hand formed a fist as I grabbed the piece of paper with the other one.
If you want the kid back, you have to leave town. Otherwise, I'm going to hurt him.
The message was typed, but I knew who'd done this right away. There was only one person who was against me being with Winnie, and this had her name all over it.
"Amy," I muttered to myself, anger seeping through every pore as I crumbled the paper between my fingers.
I couldn't let Winnie find out about this. I needed to find Amy and my son before things went too far.
I scrambled around for a piece of paper, scribbling a note to tell Winnie I'd taken Randy out to see the ranch and we'd be back by dinnertime.
Walking back into the bedroom, I left a fleeting kiss on her cheek and the note on the nightstand before getting dressed and giving her one last glance. She looked so peaceful. I wondered whether I was making a mistake by not telling her about it all, but I was determined to solve the situation before anything bad happened. With my shirt and jeans on, I slipped into my boots and left Winnie in our bed.
I knew I wouldn't find Amy at home, but I had a pretty good idea of where she would be.
I pulled up in front of her mother's house, having driven like a madman to get there. I jumped out of the car and banged on the door, and Debbie, Amy's mother, opened, twisting her arms nervously before her.
"I told her it was a bad idea," she shrieked. "I told her that boy needed to stay with his mother."
I didn't pay her any mind, and she stepped aside as I walked into the house, shouting Amy's name at the top of my voice.
I walked from room to room and finally found her in her childhood bedroom. My little boy was sleeping peacefully on her bed, and we both rushed toward him at the same time, but I got there first.
Grabbing my son, I held him firmly as she glared at me.
"You've overstepped the line, Amy," I growled at her. "You can hurt me, but you're never, ever, going to hurt my family again."
"Beau," she argued desperately. "You don't belong with that woman. You belong with me. I was only trying to make you see that. Trying to make you understand who you belong with."
"You're fuckin' delusional, Amy," I ground out. "You're never going to come near us again."
"Oh yeah?" she crossed her arms and glared at me. "How are you going to stop me?"
I stared at her, both of us knowing full well what I could do to her.
Something I'd sworn to never speak of again.
The reason I'd argued with Randy, who was the only other person that knew.
The secret that could bury Amy.
"You're going to leave this town," I told her. "And you're never going to come back. Because if you do, I'm going straight to the police to tell them exactly what happened the night my parents died."
She paled, but I stood my ground.
"Y-You promised you w-wouldn't tell," she said brokenly.
"I'm willing to break my promise," I told her. "It'll be the first and the fucking last time, but I'll do it if it keeps you from doing harm to those I love most."
"It w-was an accident," she muttered, looking anywhere but into my eyes.
"It was a hit and run, Amy," I replied coolly. "When Randy and I found you, you were a fuckin' mess. You could go to jail for what you did. You fuckin' killed two people, Amy. My parents. You killed my parents."
Getting it off my chest felt like a massive relief a
s if a huge weight had shifted.
"Fuck you," Amy snarled at me. "You wouldn't dare."
"I'll start with your mother," I told her coolly. "How do you think she's going to react to knowing her only, picture perfect daughter, has committed the crime that tore this community apart?"
Her bottom lip wobbled as she stared at me, but I had no patience, no mercy for her. All that was left in my heart for Amy was contempt.
"You need to leave tonight," I told her. "Or I'm going to tell everybody. I don't even give a shit if you go to jail. I just want you fuckin' gone."
I could tell she was going to cry, but I didn't have the need to see it, so I just turned around just as Randy stirred awake in my arms.
"It's alright, son," I told him calmly. "Daddy's here."
There was one last stop I needed to make before I went back home to Winnie.
I rang the doorbell and waited with my son in my arms until the door opened.
Silence followed as the older man and I regarded one another.
"You'd better come in," Randy said roughly, stepping aside to let me in.
I followed him inside his small house, and he motioned for me to sit on the sofa in front of his armchair.
"Who's the boy?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"My son," I replied firmly. "His name is Randy."
This made the man's lips twitch upward in a smile.
"Like me?" he asked.
"His mother's choice," I replied with a grin.
"I don't doubt it," he laughed out loud. "He looks just like you."
"I believe you've met her too," I said, delaying our real conversation by as long as I could. "Her name is Winnie. I think you took her from my house two years ago, a cab ride. You must've left quite the impression on her."
He merely nodded in response, and an uncomfortable silence followed.
"Where's Malcolm?" I asked, and he motioned to the door.
"Left to see some new girl he likes," he said. "Head over heels, that boy."
Another silence. I knew now was the time for me to tell him what had happened.
"I told Amy to leave town," I managed to get out, and he raised his brows at me. "I told her if she doesn't, I'm going to the police, and ruining her reputation in Cherryvale... I want everybody to know what she's done."
Randy nodded once, his eyes never leaving mine. It made me remember just how much I'd missed the man, who'd been like a second father to me.
"Is she leaving?" he asked roughly.
"She better be," I replied calmly. "Or her life here is over."
Another silence, a minute of fast, panicked heartbeats.
"I'm sorry, Randy," I finally managed to get out. "For dismissing you when it all happened. I'm sorry I didn't go to the police. I was just trying to protect her... She was my girlfriend. I didn't want her getting in trouble for what was an accident."
"I understand," he nodded sagely. "You liked the girl, you wanted to protect her. I think it's the most selfless thing I've seen anybody do."
He leaned forward and Randy looked at him curiously, earning a sad smile from the older man.
"But they were your parents, son," Randy went on, and I felt traitorous tears burning my eyes. "They deserved more than that. She deserved to pay for what she's done."
"I don't want her in jail," I replied softly. "I just want her fuckin' gone. And Randy... I want you to come back to work for me. I've been a piece of shit to you, and you don't deserve it. I want you back at the ranch. It's a lonely, sadder place without you there."
He grinned at that, saying, "I don't doubt that for a second. Missing my amazing sense of humor, are you?"
"Too much," I replied. "Please drop by tomorrow. Maybe we can have dinner together? I'd like Winnie and my son to get to know you."
"Thank you," he replied, visibly overwhelmed by emotions. "I would like that very much."
We chatted for a bit, and even though the conversation was a little strained, I knew we'd come a long way since the accident had happened. Finally, after about twenty minutes, I got up to say goodbye. Randy was fully awake now, excitedly jumping up and down in my arms and curiously looking at the man in front of him who shared the same name. It seemed as if he hadn't even noticed being taken out of his room, and I was grateful for it. I wanted to move past it as soon as fuckin' possible. And the farther Amy was from me and my family, the better.
"Goodbye, Randy," I said at the door. "I'll see you at the house tomorrow."
"Looking forward to it," he replied with a genuine smile. "See you soon, little man."
We waved each other off and I strapped Randy into the car seat I'd gotten two days ago just for him. He looked happy and comfortable, and I kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror as we drove back home.
Winnie was waiting for us in the driveway, and her look of concern faded as I took our son out of the car and brought him over to her. She embraced us both, and I kissed her deeply while Randy giggled between us.
"I've been worried," she said softly, and I offered her a big smile.
"Everything's alright now, darlin'," I told her gently. "We're home."
The story about Amy would come out eventually, but not that day. It was a day for celebration, for family, for spending time together, not a day to be sad.
"I made dinner," Winnie told me as she led us both back inside the house. "Steak dinner for us tonight. And mashed potatoes for Randy."
"He'll love that," I grinned back, and just as she was about to head off to get the table ready, I pulled her back to me.
Her eyes met mine and I smiled at her, loving every second she spent next to me.
"I love you, Buttercup," I told her. "And I love our little man. I'm going to make our life as perfect as can be."
"I love you too," she whispered, blushing lightly just as Randy reached up from the his seat, raising his chubby little arms to me.
"Dada!" he cried out, and I laughed out loud.
For the first time in years, I knew I was truly happy.
Epilogue
Winnie
1 year later
The doorbell rang and Beau and I exchanged knowing looks.
"Go on, darlin'," he said with a big grin. "I know you can't wait to see him."
I rushed to the door, opening it wide and jumping into my foster brother's arms. He held me tight and I inhaled his scent, one that reminded me of our childhood and always comforted me.
"Hello, Winnie," he said, his voice breaking over the words as I pulled away, my eyes going to his and my smile wide despite the tears burning my eyes. "You look incredible. As ever, pregnancy suits you."
I touched my hand to my swollen belly and smiled even wider before rushing him to come inside.
The house was full of people for our Fourth of July celebrations. Now that Dex had finished his deployment in Iraq, we really were a family. Randy was sitting at the table with his namesake, coloring his books and making a ruckus, while Malcolm and his new girlfriend giggled in the kitchen, preparing a cake for that night.
Everyone greeted Dex merrily, and my husband clapped him on the back as he walked in. The two men grinned at one another in mutual understanding, always having one thing in common - me, and how much they wanted me to be well taken care of.
Beau and I had eloped not long after I moved back to Cherryvale, and we spent a blissful week with our son in Hawaii. It was a vacation I would never forget, not just because it was incredible, but because it was the place where we conceived our baby daughter who was now growing in my belly.
Only a couple of weeks before my due date - another baby for our happy family. I smiled at the thought just as Beau's arms wrapped lovingly around me and led me to the dining room table.
We all settled down for lunch and enjoyed the food I'd prepared with everybody's help. The conversation was flowing, and I realized that I'd never been happier than sitting with everybody I loved.
It had been a long time since we'd seen Amy and only a couple of months
since Beau's heartbreaking confession about what she'd done. It only made me despise her more, but I found a new respect for my husband, who was selfless, kind and loving even in an awful situation like the one he'd been faced with because of Amy. Last we heard, she was living a couple of states away, having started a new life. I was reasonably happy for her, but mostly just pleased she'd moved away so we didn't have to deal with her.
The ranch was thriving too, with the new glamping area the most popular in the area. We had activities for both children and adults, and in one year, we'd stopped living on savings and were making a healthy income. I ran the marketing and glamping area with Randy, and I couldn't have been happier with our progress.
It had been an amazing year and an amazing life with my husband by my side.
I felt his eyes on me as I ate, and made an excuse to go into the kitchen. He followed suit, pinning me to the counter the second we were alone and growling in my ear.
"I can't wait for my babygirl to come out so I can have you again," he muttered in my ear. "I hate the doctor. Doctors are stupid, darlin'. I should have you any day I want. No restrictions, because you're fuckin' mine."
"Only a few weeks to go," I whispered in his ear, my hand cupping his cock and stroking him through his jeans.
"A few weeks don't matter," he muttered in response as he nuzzled my neck. "Not when I have the promise of a lifetime with you."
THE END
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