Nailing My Wife (A Rough Hands Novella Book 2)

by C. M. Steele

  “Thank you,” we respond simultaneously.

  “Are you crying, Dane?” Brenda asks as the doctor leaves the room.

  “I am. Fuck, don’t tell anyone,” I tell her, dragging the back of my hand across my face to clean up the two tears I let out.

  “I won’t,” she giggles with tears in her eyes as well.

  “You’re having my baby. I thought this would never happen,” I confess.

  “Me either. Kiss me, Dane.”

  “Yes, little mama.” Her face brightens, and her smile turns into a wide grin. “Are you feeling okay to get dressed now?” I wag my brows at her. “I could examine you personally just like this if you’re still feeling unwell.”

  “As much as I want to celebrate with you deep inside of me, this isn’t the place for it.”

  “Are you sure? I could eat your sweet pussy and make you come hard and fast.” A rap at the door interrupts us.

  “Damn you, Dane,” I grumble as the doctor comes in with a blush on her face.

  “Here are the documents I told you about. Mr. Harris, sex in the room isn’t allowed. Besides this is a clinic and the walls aren’t that thick.”

  “Pity,” he mutters. “Beauty, you need to get dressed so we can eat and take a nap. Some people around here are no fun.” I shake my head at him and jump off the table thing.

  “Be careful, woman. You’re only like five-two.”

  “Hahaha. I’m five-six. Whatever.”

  “And you’re beautiful.”

  ***

  We drove back to the worksite to tell Ben the news. I have to figure out what we’re going to do now. My plans to open up my own company are going to be put to the side until we can decide what we need to do.

  The first thing I want Miller arrested and thrown in jail before he tries to come after Brenda. If he’s killed someone before there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll try to stop her from testifying against him. I have to call the detectives and see if they’ve made any progress. I know that investigations can take a while, but he can be arrested once they have enough proof he was the one who abducted her.

  “Dane, what are you thinking about? Your fists are clenched so hard I’m afraid you’ll break the steering wheel.

  “About Miller. I want him arrested.”

  “Me, too, but you know they have to have some proof.” And as if they knew we were talking about them my dash rings.

  “Detective, good afternoon. Please tell me you have some good news.”

  “We brought him in for questioning while executing a search warrant on his place. We didn’t get him to confess, but he had a treasure trove of photos of your apartment and of you Mrs. Harris. We have enough to charge him for stalking and breaking and entering. That will keep him locked up until we find more.”

  “Thank you. That is some comfort. It would be a lot easier if he just confessed.”

  “It would, but if he’s the serial predator we believe he is, then he’s not likely to confess. That’s all I had for you, but we may need you to come in for more questioning and the like when the time comes.”

  “You can count on me,” Brenda says emphatically. We want that bastard locked away for life. The damage he’s done to her psyche has yet to be seen. I’m waiting for the nervous breakdown I googled could come. She’s going to have a lifetime of PTSD from this, but I hope to be there to make it all better.

  “Yes, we’ll be there when you need us.”

  “Great, stay safe.” The call ended, and I gave Brenda’s hand a squeeze.

  “I feel a thousand times safer already,” Brenda utters, staring out of the window. “He’s going to be charged. Dane, I wonder how many others he really attacked. Don’t they say these guys don’t start when they are old.”

  “Don’t think about that. I’m sure there are plenty but remember this, you stopped him. You got away and are there to prevent any more attacks on women. Damn, you’re perfect, Brenda.”

  “Hardly, but I’ll take it. Now, can we get some popcorn? I have this strange taste for it.”

  “Of course, then we need to have a big discussion about our future at Rough Hands and beyond.”

  “Popcorn, yay.” I toss my head back and laugh. I love this woman. I can’t imagine my life without her.

  We get her popcorn and drive over to our work. Ben steps out with Mira by his side and little Ben in his arms. “So what’s going on?” he asks.

  With a serious expression hiding my joy, I say, “A lot. Let’s go inside and talk.”

  Epilogue

  A Year Later

  Dane

  “Pregnant? Again?” I can’t stop smiling. Our son was born less than four months ago. I love it. I know it’s too much on Brenda, but I love knowing that I can give her what she wants.

  “I know right. I’m still breastfeeding, Cole.”

  “And me,” I say, wagging my brows.

  “Yes, and you’re a greedy man.”

  “Hey, milk does a body good,” I growl, biting my bottom lip and eyeing my wife’s sexy fucking body. I didn’t think she could get any hotter but seeing her round with my kid is like an instant aphrodisiac. I want to bend her over whenever I can.

  “It’s certainly working for mine. Although, my newly rediscovered figure is going to change again, now.”

  “I love your body as long as it close to mine.”

  “Mr. Harris, you have to go to work. Or have you forgotten?” she asks, reminding me that I’m due out on a site in twenty minutes. She’s a lot better about sending me on my way now. It’s taken a while and some major therapy sessions to get both of us to tolerate being away from each other. It also helps that Miller was found guilty of the stalking and breaking and entering. He got ten years for both. Last week after more searches of secret properties, they found the remains of two victims. He then confessed to them. He will never get out of prison alive.

  Two months after everything went down the Rough Hands crew helped me build near Ben and Mira’s home. It was a special present before I opened my own remodeling company.

  Harris Renovations opened for business two months ago and so far, so damn good. I’ve had a lot more clients with smaller projects that keep my little crew busy. I don’t have a large company with my own work yard or warehouse yet, but we’re coming up. We run the business from our home and Brenda is my office manager. She handles everything from the website, to the contracts, and finances. It’s a blessing she’s so damn skilled after all the years of working for Ben.

  Ben has been a tremendous help too. He’s sent over some clients because he’s trying to spend more time with his wife and kids that he can’t take on more than he has. Despite us leaving he gained six more employees, including a new foreman.

  “Well, when I get home we’re going to celebrate properly.”

  “Yes, we will.”

  Five Years Later

  Brenda

  I can’t believe I’m about to tell him he managed to knock me up again. It’s like we opened the floodgates with Cole and since then we have had a baby every year. Five kids total and number six on the way. I’m so grateful that his company is doing so well. It started with six employees, and now we have twenty.

  I enter his office and see him with a pencil pressed to his lips while he looks at something. Damn, how can he turn me on with something so mundane? “Dane, can I talk to you?”

  “Always,” he says smiling up at me from his desk with his eyes raking over my body. He has a light grey streak coming in that adds to his sexiness. He’s added a lot more muscle over the years. He says it’s all the cooking I do that gave him more to convert to muscle. I say it’s from constantly carrying me around. The man has refused to let me walk when he’s around. I can’t say I don’t love his caveman antics. The kids think it’s cute. Our daughter says daddy is a strong knight and he has to carry his princess.

  “Are the kids at Mira and Ben’s?” Since neither of us have parents to spoil our kids and treat us to babysitting gigs Mira and
Ben take them on occasion. Ben’s parents have become surrogate grandparents to the kids as well. It’s nice that they love having our kids around, too.

  “No, they aren’t,” I answer, garnering me a frown.

  “They’re too quiet,” he remarks, looking suspiciously out the window to the yard.

  “The three little ones are sleeping. Cole and Maddie are watching Sleeping Beauty for the tenth time this week.”

  “Oh, good. So we have some good alone time. Come here. Sit on my lap, my beauty.” I lock the door and then come to him. “I said sit here,” he growls. I can see that his cock is pressing hard against his jeans.

  “It would work a lot better if they were off.”

  “Then take them off, wife. I already know what you’re in here to tell me. And you know damn well, I get hard as fuck when you are carrying my baby.”

  “You know?” I ask as I slide his zipper down. I lift up my skirt for him to see how soaked my panties are. His hand immediately goes between my thighs.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet. You knew what would happen when you told me, didn’t you? You knew that I’d eat your pretty pussy then nail you to my desk.” I squeeze my thighs at his words. His other hand comes around and smacks my ass. “Open. It’s my pussy, beauty. You know this. That’s it. Part them.” He rubs me slowly, teasing me until I’m shaking. Then he pushes the stuff on his desk to the side, sitting me on the edge. “Lean back. I want my treat for getting the job done.”

  He yanks my panties off, stuffing them in his back pocket. The cool air hits my bared pussy, and I moan. His mouth comes down on my wet heat, moaning out his own satisfaction. “Don’t stop,” I cry out, sliding my hand into his hair, while I use the other to lean back on the desk. “God, I’m going to come.” He dips two fingers inside, and I clench around them, coming for my dragon slayer. He takes off his shirt, but only slides down his jeans and boxer briefs to his knees. His huge cock glistens with his pre-cum, and he glides it along my still trembling pussy. I know that he can make me come again, just from stroking his length between my slit. His cock is covered in my juices as he continues to bring me closer.

  “Say it, Brenda. Tell me how much you need me.”

  “I live and breathe for you, Dane. I love you, always.”

  “And you’re never leaving me.”

  “Never.” He thrusts forward, taking my body with his and fucking me hard. I love this man and the life we have. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him until we’re both coming.

  We barely have two minutes to get dressed when Cole and Maddie come running to the office door, pounding on it. “Our favorite part is on mommy, daddy. You have to watch it with us,” Cole says. We come out and follow them to see the prince fight the dragon. Once it’s over, and the credits roll we get up. Both of us are thirsty from our earlier activities.

  “Daddy, why are mommy’s undies in your pocket?”

  I turn a bright shade of red, but Dane is quick and ever my dragon slayer. “Mommy forgot to put the dryer sheets in again, and they must have stuck to my pants. Ugh. Man, that would have been embarrassing to go to work like that.”

  “Mommy, oh no. I need to help with the laundry more.” Yes, I’ve been teaching him how to clean.

  “Double save, daddy,” I mouthed to him.

  “Well, that’s good. Now, I’m going to start dinner. Daddy, can I have them now?”

  “Nope, I think they need to be cleaned again.” He walks past Cole so he can’t see and brings them to his nose. “I’ll take care of these.”

  And I laugh all the way to the kitchen. I wonder if I can find an excuse for daddy to help me in the kitchen too.

  THE END