by Alexa Riley
I jump when I hear a knock at the door.
“Trace, it’s Ty.” I hear a man’s deep voice, and I know it’s Trace’s brother.
“You’ll scare her. Let me talk,” I hear a woman say.
“Maybe we should come back. Trace’s truck is gone.”
“Well, I think she’s in there. You heard what Steven said. Trace has a girl in there, and I wanna see,” the woman says.
“You’ve been hanging out with Dolly too much. You’re just as nosy as she is now,” Ty laughs.
I open the door to see them both standing on the porch. They turn their heads to look at me. The woman is a little bit taller than me, with blonde hair and a baby held on her hip. A smile spreads on her face.
“I’m MJ,” the woman says instantly, “Trace’s sister-in-law, and this is Ty, my husband. And of course, we have TJ, Ty Junior, here.”
Ty and TJ both look like Trace. There is no missing they’re related. Ty nods at me.
“I’m Addison,” I tell them. MJ reaches out to shake my hand. Then she changes her mind and pulls me into a hug, her baby bump coming between us. TJ giggles.
“Sorry, I’m just excited. I love how this family is growing, and I knew if Trace had a girl in his house, it was serous. It’s serious, right?” she asks.
“Wow,” Ty says, drawing our attention. He’s looking over my head and into the house. I turn to see what he’s looking at. “This place is a mess. Well, a mess for Trace at least.”
I didn’t think it was that bad, but it did look like a box bomb went off in the living room, and the kitchen still hasn’t been cleaned from the breakfast Trace made this morning.
“Oh my God, it is! This is so serious. He can’t even be bothered to clean, and messes drive Trace crazy.” MJ says something about Trace I didn’t know. I like the idea that I make him forget something. That he’s more worried about me than cleaning up some mess.
“Do you want to come in?” I ask, and MJ beams.
“We’d love to,” she says, pushing past me and into the house. She takes a seat on the sofa.
Ty is still standing in the doorway. “Put some pants on, or my brother is going to kill me if he’s anything like me. And I have a feeling he is.” I look down at my bare legs before grabbing one of the boxes from the coffee table.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell them, dashing upstairs. I hear MJ’s laughter as I make my way to the bedroom.
“Oh, we aren't going anywhere,” she says, and I feel myself smile.
9
Trace
I stare up at the house my little doll grew up in and wonder how so much sweetness and warmth could come from a place like this. The old farmhouse looks like it was built over a hundred years ago and hasn’t been updated once in all that time.
Winston was passing his daughter off to another man. I have a feeling it was more to do with money than anything. The thought makes my stomach turn and my blood boil. How could a father do that to his little girl?
I take a calming breath, trying to get my emotions under control. I think about my sweet girl to soothe myself. The image of waking up to her this morning enters my mind and peace falls over me. I can’t walk in here and kill this man for two reasons. One, he’s my girl’s father, and two, I promised her she could trust me. I’m not breaking my word to her because it’s clear she needs to be able to put stock in it. I told her I’d be home before the sun went down, and I’m going to make sure I’m there and not in a jail cell.
The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can go home to her. I focus as I push myself off from the side of my truck and make my way up the worn stairs. They creak and groan under my weight. Before I can make it to the door, it flies open and Winston shows himself.
He looks worse than his house, and I try to recall the last time I saw him. His hair is gray and his skin is weathered from years of being out in the sun without his hat. He looks shorter than I recall, or maybe I’m just bigger. I don’t run much into farmers anymore as I don’t really farm. I just deal with the oil and whoever they hire to work the rigs.
“You’re one of the Jennings boys,” he says, pushing the screen door open. I clench my fist at my side to stop myself from hauling off and punching him.
“Trace,” I clip and push past him, going straight for the stairs and taking them two at a time. I make my way down the hallway, pushing open each door as I do, looking for her room.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hear the old man yell from downstairs. I ignore him and push open the last door at the end of the hallway. The room is so small with almost nothing in it. At first I think it’s simple, but it’s more than that, it’s almost fucking bare. I walk over to the closet and open the doors. A few dresses hang in it, and like everything else in the house, they’re worn and frayed.
“I’m going to call the cops!” Winston yells when he finally gets to the bedroom.
“For what?” I challenge, taking a step towards him. He must sense the danger now because he takes a step back.
“Trespassing.”
“Try again. This whole farm is mine.”
“What are you talking about? I’ve owned this farm for years.”
“Until you took a loan out on it. A loan you haven’t been making payments on.” One I bought out from the bank. All it took was one call. One of the plus sides to oil is you never have to worry about money.
“No, there’s a misunderstanding. The bank is getting their money. I talked to Mr. Luck the other day. I just need a few more days and I’ll be paying in full. I’m waiting for a sale to go through. I got set back a few days with the deal.”
That’s what breaks me. My fist flies, hitting him right in the jaw and sending him flying back. He hits the floor hard, and the burn in my fist feels good.
“Yeah, I know what you were trying to fucking sell.” I walk towards him, towering over his limp body. He’s lying on the floor and holding the side of his face.
“You have her, don’t you? She’s min—”
I land a hard kick to his side, stopping him from trying to voice any claim to her. Then I lean down, getting close to him.
“You listen, and you listen good. Call the cops, but no one is going to believe your word over mine. Besides, you wouldn’t make it to pressing charges. I’d be damn sure of that. The only reason you’re breathing right now is because of her. I don’t think her heart could take knowing I killed you, something I very much want to do,” I snarl. As cold as it sounds, ending his life means nothing to me. Some animals just need to be put down.
“If you go trying to throw me in jail, taking me away from her, I’ll have a change of heart and finish what I’m itching to do. Nod if you understand me.”
He nods, keeping his mouth shut.
“Now you’re going to get your shit and get the fuck out of here. Come noon tomorrow, this house won’t be standing. You’ve got until then.” I stand up. “I’d make sure wherever you go, it isn’t inside the state of Texas.” With that, I turn and leave.
I came in wanting to get her stuff, but there isn’t anything worth taking. She doesn’t need something from here. I’ll give her everything she ever needs and wipe away all reminders of the life she had here. I want to wash away this place from her memory so it’s never a thought in her mind.
I slide into my truck and head back towards home. The anger still weighs down on me. I wanted to do more to him. The thought of him slapping her around makes me clench the steering wheel, and I hear it groan under my hold. I know there’s only one thing that is going to cool me and it’s her. I need her sweetness back on me.
“Shit,” I mutter when I see Ty’s truck parked outside the house. I park my truck and dash in the front door, stopping in my tracks when I see my baby doll holding little Ty Junior. Warmth spreads in my chest. Her face lights up when she sees me, and she hands the toddler back to MJ. Then she runs at me like she always does, jumping into my arms.
I catch her as she buries her face in
“Tell me everything’s okay,” she pleads.
“Where are you, baby doll?” I ask.
“In your arms.”
“Then yeah, everything is perfect.” She leans back to look at me. “Don’t ever think about him or that place again. We’re done with it. It’s all over.”
“Your brother and MJ are here. They brought their son. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Ty said I can babysit him anytime I want.” Her face lights up, thoughts of her father already out of her mind.
“I’m sure he did.” I look over her shoulder at Ty, who’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. Ty loves his son, but he also likes his alone-time with his wife. I’ve gone over and babysat for them a few times before, too.
“We can leave him tonight if you like,” Ty says.
“No,” I reply instantly, and MJ rolls her eyes.
“Leave them alone, Ty. They’re like newlyweds over here,” MJ says.
“Not yet, but what’s the waiting period in Texas?” I ask.
“Three days,” Ty answers. I knew he’d know. I’m not sure he waited even those three days. I have a feeling Ty might have bribed a judge to marry them without waiting. I would have to get the name of whoever it was.
Or maybe I could take her somewhere and marry her. I have a feeling my baby doll hasn’t seen a lot, and I’m going to make sure she sees everything her heart desires.
“You going to marry me, baby doll?”
Her eyes fill with tears as she nods. I lean in, taking her lips in a kiss. I ignore my family as I carry her up the stairs, still kissing her. I hear a faint goodbye from MJ, and Addison laughs. When I get to the bedroom, I lay her down, not taking my lips from hers.
When I finally pull my mouth from hers, I look down and see she’s a little dazed.
“This is your home now. Our home. You can come and go as you please and do any damn thing you want. Or have whatever you want. You ask me to do something and I’ll do it. The only time I’ll ever tell you no is when I think you could get hurt.” She nods and smiles up at me. “Also, I have a feeling I’m going to be a jealous bastard, so you might have to deal with that.”
“Sounds perfect to me. More than perfect.” She wraps her arms around my neck, snuggling against me.
“I’m about to show you how perfect I think you are, baby doll. How perfect you are for me.”
10
Addison
I lie back on the bed as Trace undresses me and then undresses himself. It feels like I haven’t had him in days, but it’s only been a couple of hours. My body begs for him as I spread my legs and then run my hands over my breasts, taunting him.
I’ve never been shy with him, but the more we’re together, the bolder I get. I bring my fingers to my breasts, plucking the nipples like he does with his mouth. I tease them, keeping my eyes on him as he strips naked and climbs back on top of me.
He pushes my hands out of the way roughly, and I moan as his mouth takes my fingers’ place. But before I can feel his warm cock at my entrance, he takes his mouth off my breasts and moves up my body. He straddles my chest, and I look up at him, wondering what he’s doing.
“Open your mouth, baby doll.”
I do as he says, licking my lips first, excited by the task. I haven’t sucked his cock before, and I’m thrilled at the idea. He grunts as he holds his shaft and runs the velvet tip along my bottom lip.
I feel a slickness there as his tip leaves a trail of cum, and my tongue darts out to taste him. I moan at his flavor, opening my mouth for more.
“Get it wet,” he says through gritted teeth.
As I open wide, his cock enters my mouth, but it’s so big and my mouth can only take so much. The part I can fit in, I lick all over it, doing as he says.
His hand is shaking and I can see his body is locked tight with tension. Before I can fully enjoy what I’m doing, he takes his cock out of my mouth and moves down my chest a fraction so that his cock is between my breasts.
He takes my wrists, pressing my palms on either side of my breasts, squeezing them together and enveloping his shaft.
“I want to fuck your tits and then your sweet little pussy, baby doll. Squeeze them tight for me. Just like your cunt.”
I blush all the way to my feet at his dirty words, but feel the pulse of my clit begging for more. I do as he says, pressing them tight around his ridge, as he shifts on top of me. His big body is so powerful, and the way he’s positioned makes me give him my full submission. He’s not putting much weight on me, but the sheer size of him above me like this, rocking his cock between my soft flesh, makes my body light up.
It’s not only the sensation of him on top of me that’s arousing me. It’s the sight of him owning my body in every possible way and seeing the look of pleasure on his face while he does it. Trace claims another piece of me, and I smile up at him, giving it freely. I want him to have all of me. Every inch.
“You look so goddamn beautiful when you take my cock.”
I want to turn him on even more, so the next time the head of his cock pops out between the tops of my breasts, I stick my tongue out and lick the head.
That makes him lock up tight, unmoving. I watch as cum spreads between my breasts and flows up to my neck. I stick my tongue out again, tasting it as it drips from the tip, and I can’t hold back my giggle. I can’t believe I did that with just one little touch.
“Fuck,” he growls as he slides his cock from my breasts and moves down between my legs.
He shoves inside my soaked pussy in one hard thrust, and I moan at the feeling of being so full.
“You made me cum on your chest when you know good and well I save my seed for your womb. I want my baby taking root. And I can’t do that if your little mouth is involved.”
I moan again as his thrusts speed up, my orgasm closer than I thought possible. He reaches up, rubbing his sticky passion into my chest as he takes my mouth. The smell of his cum on me and the feel of his throbbing cock inside my channel are too much. And just when I think I’ve had enough, he moves down to my nipple and bites.
I climax, screaming his name as my fingers tighten in his hair. The slippery sounds of my orgasm are amplified as he thrusts into me fast, just before finding his own release. His heat floods my womb, and I clench around his cock, wanting more. I want him all over me and inside me. I can’t wait to have his baby and then let him get me pregnant all over again.
“More,” I moan. I want another orgasm, and I know Trace will give it to me.
“Up you go,” he says, rolling us over and making me sit on his cock.
I rock back and forth. His length is still rock hard. He can cum inside me five or six times before it even begins to go soft. Then one small touch and it’s back to where we started. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. I love feeling the echo of his girth with every step I take, knowing he loved me until I was too exhausted to beg for more.
Reaching between us, I run my finger through our joined passion and bring it to my lips. I hum around my digit, loving the flavor of him, the flavor of me.
“Give me some of that,” Trace says, thrusting into my pussy while gripping my hips. He puts me on top, but he still does all the work.
I do what he says, repeating the motion, but this time offering it to him. He licks my finger and then sucks it into his mouth, and I feel him cum inside me again. He’s always quick to cum when he tastes my orgasm, and I can’t think of a better turn on.
I grind down onto him, rubbing my clit on his shaft, and then I explode with him. I glance down between us to where we are joined, and I see my pussy pulse and twitch as a creamy sheen coats his cock.
“More?” I hear him ask, and I look up, nodding. “Anything you want, baby doll.”
It’s going to be a long night.
Epilogue
Trace
Six months later…
Her green eyes flutter open, looking even brighter than normal with the sun shining down on us. We’re lying out in the field, letting the sun warm us. It’s the very spot in which I found her. We come here a lot. It’s a favorite spot for both of us, and we often come here to lay a blanket out and have lunch. Only it always ends with both of us naked. It’s happened so often I actually fenced off the area and put up a No Trespassing sign. Mostly because if one of my men found my little doll with her legs spread wide for me while I made her cum, I would murder them and spend the rest of my life in jail. And I couldn’t be away from my love that long.
She reaches up, running one of her fingers along my lips. I grab it and hold it between my teeth, making her giggle. Then I suck it into my mouth, tasting her delicate skin.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says around a yawn. She crashed after her third orgasm, which was actually my plan. She needed to sleep, and I had no problem eating her little pussy until she passed out. I release her finger from my mouth. “How long was I out?”
“About an hour,” I answer, and her eyes widen. She starts to sit up, but I push her back down. We have no reason to rush back, and I wouldn't mind her sleeping for another hour.
“Relax. You need your rest.” I trail my fingers down her stomach, laying a possessive hand on her belly filled with our baby. A baby I'm pretty sure I planted in there the first time we made love.
She’s already six months pregnant, but looks further along than that to me. If I had to guess, she’s having a boy, which scares me a little. She’s so tiny, and our Jennings boys aren’t small. But I’ll have to wait until he or she comes. Addison doesn’t want to know the sex, so it’s all just guessing at this point. I don’t care either way. I just hope they have dark hair and green eyes like her. I want to look at our kids and see her all over them.
“I’m fine,” she says, yawning again, and I shake my head at her.
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