by B. B. Hamel
“Morning,” he says.
“Morning.” I roll around and face him. He kisses me softly on the lips. He’s so damn handsome, even first thing after waking up. “I had a dream about you.”
“Oh yeah?” He grins a little. “I’m sure it was pretty dirty.”
“Maybe.” I blush and smile.
“Tell me about it over coffee.” He sits up. “You want breakfast?”
I nod. “I’m a little hungry, actually. Didn’t eat much yesterday.”
“Good.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom. I hear him getting ready in there as I sit up against the headboard, looking around his room.
For a second, I’m afraid that last night didn’t actually happen, and the whole pregnancy test thing was actually the dream. But as soon as he comes out and looks at me, I know that’s not the case. I know it was all real, far too real.
He walks over and kisses me softly. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “Of course. Totally fine.”
He smiles a little. “I know this is weird. And you’re scared. But it’s going to be okay. Everything I said last night still stands.” He kisses me one last time before disappearing back into the kitchen.
I can’t help but grin like an idiot. This handsome, gorgeous, amazing man still wants me, even though I’m pregnant with his child. I can’t believe how good it makes me feel. He wants me and the baby, no matter what happens, and I’m finally starting to see that he means it.
The smell of cooking breakfast pulls me from bed. I head into the bathroom and use his toothbrush. When I’m done, I try to fix myself up as best I can. I pull my hair into a messy bun and wash my face, and when I’m finished, I hear voices in the other room.
My heart suddenly starts beating fast in my chest. I walk out into the living room, my face only half dry. Gavin is standing in the hallway, and in front of him, my father’s goon Silas is staring at him.
“I won’t ask again, Gavin,” he says, his eyes narrowed. “Get out of the way.”
Gavin doesn’t move. “Leave,” he says. “Go tell your boss that he can’t have Sadie. If she wants to stay with me, she’s going to stay.”
“You’re making a mistake,” Silas says. His gaze flicks over to mine.
And that’s when Gavin moves. He strikes out so fast that I almost miss it. His fist catches Silas’s throat, making a horrifying choking sound. Silas stumbles back, his eyes wide.
Gavin doesn’t hesitate. He follows that up with a fist to Silas’s face and a knee to his stomach. Silas shoves Gavin off and tries to fight back, but Gavin attacks harder. He kicks Silas in the knee and slams his fist down into his face, forcing Silas down onto the floor.
“Fuck you, motherfucker,” Gavin says as he kicks Silas in the stomach. “You tell your boss to leave her alone.” Gavin grabs Silas by the jacket and drags him out of the apartment.
“Gavin!” I yell, terrified. “Please, stop!”
Gavin doesn’t listen. He drags Silas into the hall. Silas tries to crawl away but Gavin kicks him one last time.
“Don’t come back,” Gavin growls.
“Gavin!” I’m breathing so fast, and I’m so afraid, I can barely think.
He turns back and takes me by the hand, pulling me back into the apartment. He shuts the door and locks it before shoving my body against the hallway wall and kissing me hard and deep.
I can’t believe how excited I feel. I never thought I’d like watching a man hurt another man, but Gavin did that for me. Silas was going to bring me back no matter what. I know what kind of man Silas is. But Gavin was fast and ruthless, catching Silas off guard. He protected me, and he’s keeping me safe.
I kiss him back, needing him so badly. He pulls back and spins me around, dropping to his knees, and pulling my panties off. I gasp as his tongue begins to lick my pussy from behind.
“Oh fuck, Gavin,” I gasp. “What’s happening right now?”
“I’m licking your fucking pussy,” he says. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
“Oh god,” I groan as his tongue slides inside of me from behind. He licks my every inch, and it’s so goddamn dirty, but it feels so good. He slaps my ass, nice and hard, and I know it’s going to leave a mark, but I like it.
He stands and grabs my hips. I feel him pull his own shorts off, and his hard cock presses against me. He slides deep inside of me with one easy thrust, and I gasp as pleasure fills me.
Like last night, it doesn’t hurt. Maybe a slight tinge at first, but nothing like the first time.
This is fast and rough. He rocks into me, thrusting, fucking me from behind. I buck my hips back against him, full of adrenaline from the fight. Pleasure fills me, destroying my mind, making me feel so damn good.
I can’t believe it. He pins my hands to the wall and fucks me deep as he kisses my neck.
“God, I love this fucking pussy,” he says. “You’re mine. Nobody is going to take you away from me. I’ll fucking kill for you, Sadie. This cunt is mine, you’re mine.”
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moan. “Come on. Fuck me.”
He groans and pulls my hair as his cock thrusts into me, ramming and fucking my pussy. I work my hips, sliding back along his length, taking his big cock. He pulls my hair harder, tipping my head back, as he hammers into me, fucking my little body.
He’s so much bigger than me, he could tear me apart if he wanted. I want him to do it. I want to feel him rip me to pieces. He slaps my ass hard, his cock slamming into me, and I know I can’t take it much longer.
I come hard on him as he’s deep inside of me. As soon as I start to come, he grunts and roars his pleasure, and I feel him fill me. He comes in thick spurts into my tight little pussy as he rams me, fucking me hard.
The adrenaline and excitement makes the orgasm so intense that for a second, I think I might collapse. But he holds me up and slowly we come together.
When it’s over, I turn and kiss him, long and deep. He pulls me close to his body, breathing fast and deep.
“I told you I’d keep you safe,” he says.
“I know.” I kiss his lips.
He smirks at me. “I can’t get enough of that pussy.” He kisses me again. “Come on. Let’s have some breakfast.”
I laugh and shake my head as he leads me into the kitchen. He goes back to making breakfast, and I sit down to watch him. He gives me a small cup of coffee, not too much, since I’m pregnant.
I sit there and watch him cook as if nothing just happened, as if he didn’t just beat the shit out of one of my father’s men, as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out in one of the most intense sessions I’ve ever had. I sit there and watch him, feeling so normal, so good, and I hope it never ends.
21
Gavin
If things weren’t real before, they are now.
I’m surprised that I got the drop on Silas, but he probably wasn’t expecting me to actually attack him. As soon as I hit him though, I knew I was going to win the fight. I think that if I have to go up against him again, it will be much harder, but I got lucky this time.
I’m not sure how long our luck is going to last. I love having Sadie around my apartment, living with me, but her family is getting more aggressive. They haven’t actually come to the apartment again or gotten in touch with either of us, but her father has stepped up his attempts at sabotaging my business.
I’m practically leaking money and resources. I still have a lot, and I’m not in any serious danger yet, but I’m not sure how long I can last. Maybe six months, maybe a year, something like that.
Despite the problems with my business, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I spend half my days in the office and half my days at home with Sadie. Two weeks pass like that, two fucking blissful weeks. We have sex as much as possible, and Sadie is an eager learner. She loves when I push her limits, test her, see what she likes and doesn’t like. She’s intense in a way that surprises me, and she even pushes my boundaries a little bit right bac
k. It’s so impressive. When I first met her, she was a virgin, but after only weeks of having sex, I feel like she’s learned as much as I can possibly teach her.
I won’t say that to her, of course. Because I want to keep trying to come up with new ways to make her feel good.
After two weeks and one doctor’s appointment, its pretty clear to me that we need some sort of plan. Early Saturday morning, I get up and make her breakfast like I always do, but this time I have something of an ulterior motive.
She comes out into the kitchen, smiling. “You know, I’m pretty spoiled by this.”
“Didn’t you have a chef back home?”
She grins and nods. “But you’re much better.”
“Oh, I’m sure I am.” I give her a plate and a cup of coffee before serving myself and sitting down across from her.
I watch her eat for a second, sipping my coffee. She’s so goddamn beautiful and she makes me so happy, which is why I hate that I feel like I have to have this conversation with her. I wish we could just keep going like this as she gets more and more pregnant, and then we’d raise our child together, and just live in bliss.
But the real world is still out there, and the real world is very unhappy.
“What?” she asks me with a little smile.
I smile back. “I want to talk to you about something.”
“Uh oh,” she says. “You have your serious face on.”
“I don’t have a serious face. All of my faces are serious.”
“Well, that’s not true,” she says, laughing. “Your come face isn’t too serious.”
I grin at her. “That’s the most serious of all faces, Sadie girl.”
She sighs and leans back in her chair. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“First I want to tell you something.” I grab her hand and hold it tightly. “Having you here these last two weeks… they’ve been the happiest two weeks of my life. Do you understand that?”
She nods, smiling, and squeezes my hand back. “I feel the same way.”
“Good. So now you understand why it’s so hard for me to say that I think you need to go home.”
She pauses, very surprised, and slowly pulls her hand away. “What?” she asks. “Why?”
“Not permanently,” I say quickly. “Hell, not even for very long. But Sadie, you need to tell your family that you’re pregnant.”
She lets out a sharp breath. “I thought you were kicking me out.”
“I’m not,” I say. “I promise. But you do need to tell your parents, and I think it’ll be best if you do it in person.”
“I don’t want to go back there,” she says quietly. “Do you have any idea how they’ll react?”
“They’re probably pretty fucking mad already,” I say, grinning. “I did beat the shit out of one of their workers.”
She bites her lip and looks down at her place. “I know that. My brothers have been calling me every day since I left.”
“Peter too?” I ask.
“Peter too,” she confirms. “Not answering has been hard. But it’s the right thing for me.”
“You can’t hide this forever,” I say. “We don’t need their support or their blessing. But we do need them to understand.”
“Why?” she asks suddenly, almost pleading. “You know they’ve treated me like a dog for years, right? This is the safest I’ve ever felt. This is the most free I’ve ever been.”
“I know,” I say softly, and it breaks my heart just a little bit. “And so far, they haven’t really tried to bring you back. But they will, sooner or later, and they’ll try hard.”
“You can keep me safe,” she says.
“You’re right, I can. And legally speaking, you’re an adult, so you can do whatever you want. But we both know your family doesn’t need to follow laws.” I sigh, leaning back in my chair to look at her. “If they understand why you’re here, why you’re with me, we may be able to stay together.”
She looks at me quietly for a second and I can tell that she’s been wrestling with this ever since she came to me. Despite everything with her family, Sadie does love them, or at least she loves her brother Peter. Her parents haven’t treated her well, but she was raised to take pride in her family and to believe that the family’s best interests were more important than her own.
So it must be incredibly difficult now to go against all of that. Frankly, maybe it’s easy to think she’s just a silly rich girl with nothing at all, but I see so much more.
She’s strong. Just getting away from her family takes strength. She gave up so much by running away. I know I’ll never fully understand. Not only will she likely be removed from the will and the family, leaving her with nothing financially, she also lost her identity as a Tillman. Her family is more than just a family, it was her whole life, the person she was born and bred to be.
And yet she saw how unhappy it all made her, and she ran away. She figured it out, and now she’s here.
It’s impressive, no matter what people might think. I admire her.
Now it’s time to go back, which is probably the hardest thing she’ll ever have to do.
“I know you’re probably right,” she says finally. “But I’m afraid to go back. I’m afraid they’ll force me to stay. I’m afraid they’ll make me do something that I don’t want to do.”
I nod slowly, looking at her seriously. “I won’t let them keep you if you don’t want to stay,” I say softly. “And if you decide that’s what you want, then I’ll support you. They’ll never lock you up again, Sadie. I promise you that.”
She sighs. “We really need to do this, don’t we?”
“We really do,” I say.
“Okay.” She sits up and nods her head, “Fine, alright. We’ll do it. We’ll go see my parents. How hard can it be, right?”
“It’s the simplest thing in the world,” I say.
“Right. I’ll just look at them and say, ‘Hey guys, this man you hate, he got me pregnant. And I’m keeping it. And I’m staying with him now. Bye!’ It’ll go over well.”
I grin at her. “I think your dad might have a heart attack. His pure, virginal, perfect daughter is sullied by a commoner like me.”
“You joke, but he really does think that.” She makes a face, “It’s like because you were born without money, you’re somehow… evil? Or not as good, at least. Like only the chosen people are rich.”
“It’s a mindset I’ll never understand.”
“Makes it easy for him to hate poor people. And to do things that don’t help them. I don’t think he sees poor people as actual humans.”
I sigh and shake my head. “Come on, Sadie. Don’t dwell too much. We’ll go, break the news, and then leave.”
“Simple,” she says, and she’s quiet for a second. Then she looks up at me and grins. “Better hope Silas isn’t there.”
I grin right back. “He better hope he’s not there.” I flex a little and she laughs.
But beneath that laugh, I can already see a hint of fear, creeping in beneath her strong exterior.
She fidgets the whole elevator ride up to her parents’ apartment. I hold her hand the whole time, trying to help keep her calm, but there’s only so much we can do.
After our conversation in the morning, she went right into her room and called her father. She told him that we want to meet, but wouldn’t say more, and he agreed to have us back at the apartment.
We both agreed that it’s better not to wait. And so just a few hours after making the decision, we’re riding in the elevator up to her family home, the place she grew up.
“It’s going to be okay,” I say to her. “I’m here with you.”
“I know.” She takes a deep breath. “It’ll be fine. My father can’t do anything.”
“No, he can’t. Not with me here.”
She nods her head, but looks uncertain. It’s okay though. I’m going to be strong for both of us. Maybe she’s afraid and nervous, but I promised her that I won’t let
them take her or hurt her anymore, and I’m going to keep that promise.
The elevator dings when it reaches their floor. I glance at her.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says as the door slide open.
We walk forward down a short hallway to their front door. Sadie pauses, then knocks softly.
“Feels weird to knock,” she says.
I don’t say anything, I just squeeze her hand. A few seconds later, a man opens the door. He’s in his late forties, maybe early fifties, and I don’t recognize him.
“Hey, Thomas,” Sadie says.
The man smiles with genuine pleasure. “Miss Sadie, I’m glad you’re back.” He gestures for us to step inside. I assume Thomas is a man that works for her family. He gives me a nod, though his smile isn’t as genuine when he turns it on me. That doesn’t matter. These people probably all think I’m the devil or something, here to steal away their pure little girl.
Too bad their little girl isn’t pure at all, and probably never was. I got a taste of what’s inside of her, and now I know that she’s a dirty, filthy girl, and she likes it that way.
“Your father is waiting in his study,” Thomas says to Sadie.
“Thank you.” She gives him another smile. He doesn’t follow as we head off into the house.
I can’t help but grin a little bit. Sadie gives me a weird look. “What?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say. “Just never met a girlfriend’s dad before.”
She pauses a second. “Girlfriend?”
I shrug. “What else would I call you?”
“Illegitimate baby momma,” she says.
I grin. “You’re that, too.”
She squeezes my hand and suddenly she seems less nervous.
We head down the hall and I can’t help but look around. The apartment looks like it was decorated at the turn of the century. Old oil paintings cover the walls, and priceless statues sit on pure marble pedestals. It’s a far cry from the place where I grew up. I can’t even imagine living in this apartment. It’s more like a museum than a home.