I grabbed Amy’s hand and pulled her into our bedroom. I took my boot and closed the door, before pushing her up against it. She bit down on her lip and wrapped her arms around me. “Wives are supposed to please their man.”
“I plan on it.”
“I think you should start right now, because if I have to wait another damn minute to get you undressed, I don’t know what will happen.”
Amy kissed my lips slowly. “We can’t have that, can we?”
I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my back. “Hell no!”
Amy reached down and unbuckled my belt. I felt my jeans loosen and her hand reach down inside. As soon as she had a hold of my cock, I knew we were going to get right down to business. “What about everyone outside?”
“We’ll have to make it quick. Now slide them panties over and let me in.” I kissed her hard, not holding back my pent up desire. I wanted her and I was going to have her, right here against this door.
As soon as it was in position, I thrusted myself inside of her. She gasped and found my lips again. I steadied my hold on her body, making sure she was sliding down. The door was making a banging sound each time I pushed my hot erection into her. We didn’t care. We were too caught up in the moment to care about anything other than ourselves. I’d been fighting this erection since the moment I laid eyes on her coming around the corner of our house.
Amy licked at my ears and bit down on the lobe. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders and the more it hurt the more I thrusted. She was fueling me to pick up the pace and give her all I had to give.
I found her lips and kissed her roughly, letting our tongues meet and mingle. She put her arms over her head and let me kiss and suck on the base of her smooth neck. I could feel my hot release getting ready to happen. She wanted it too. She looked directly into my eyes. “Do it, Conner. I want it so bad.”
I lost myself in her words and filled her with two final thrusts. I placed my head against hers until I could catch my breath and then gently set her back down.
While both of us were getting cleaned up, I turned around and watched her watching me. “What?”
“It’s nothing.” She smiled but kept looking. “I just can’t believe that we’re married. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. I don’t know how or why you stayed by me, but thank you. Thank you for this beautiful home and our beautiful daughter. Thanks for this beautiful life.”
“You don’t ever have to thank me. There is one thing you can do for me.” I walked over and pulled her into my arms, while standing next to the dresser.
“Anything!”
I grabbed her birth control pills. “Throw these away. I don’t want to see them anymore. We have plenty of room to fill this house up.”
She grabbed them out of my hand and tossed them into the trash. “That is the best idea I think you ever had. I’m going to love being your wife.”
I kissed her slowly. “You better, Blaze. I’m countin’ on it.”
Epilogue
5 Years Later …
Amy
“Happy Birthday!” I climbed into bed next to my beautiful daughter who was having her fifth birthday today. Another little body came running into the room and smacked right against the side of me.
“Happy Birfday, Cam.” Little Josh climbed up into my lap. “Daddy gots a suppize.”
Cammie sat up and smiled. She’s recently lost one of her front teeth. “When is Christian and Addy coming, Mommy?”
“They won’t be here until later. You know they have a long drive. Uncle Ty is coming over soon with Jake and Jax though. You can play with them if you want.”
She put her hands across her chest and pouted. “They are meanies! Maybe Bella will want to play with me.”
“She has dance practice and won’t be here until later. Grandma and Pop are here. Maybe you can get them to play one of your new games. Get your slippers on and come into the kitchen.” I stood and grabbed Josh. He would torment her if I left him in there with her.
Conner’s mom was sitting in the living room with John. They were watching some travel show about China and having some in depth discussion regarding the cultures there. I walked right by them and found Conner in the kitchen where I’d left him. Sitting on the island was a very cute little two year old, still in her pajamas. “Babe, you can’t let her sit on here like that. You know how she likes to climb around.” I held out my hands. “Callie, come to Mommy. I will give you a pancake,” I said in a baby voice.
“Pakes Pakes.” Every one of our kids called them that.
Conner blew on one before ripping it into pieces and putting it on her tray. She grabbed two handfuls and shoved them into her mouth. “Slow down, little woman.”
He leaned over and handed me his cup of coffee. It was no sense making my own cup when it just sat somewhere getting cold. I was totally fine sharing his anyway. “Thanks. So, what do we have left to do today?”
“I think we’re good. You sure you trust my sister with the cake?”
“You saw the one she made for Addy. I’m sure it will be beautiful.” I gave Conner the eye. The one I gave him when it was time for him to trust me.
“You didn’t stay in bed long last night.” He grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Is the baby keepin’ you up again?”
Out of habit, I rubbed my belly. “Yeah, this little guy doesn’t like me to ever be comfortable.”
“It’s only one more month.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t remind me. I have too much to do before then.”
“I will do it all. Go put your damn feet up and learn about the Chinese with my mother.” I stared at him for as long as I could before bursting into laughter.
Callie started screaming when she saw her big sister walking in. Josh came following behind her. “Hey, how come her gets pake pakes, furst?” He put out his bottom lip and just stood there.
“Quit complainin’ boy. Get up at the table and I will give em’ to ya.” Conner filled the plate and buttered them up, before sliding them over to our son.
Cammie walked right over and grabbed Conner at the waist. He picked her up and kissed her on the nose, like he always did. “I can’t believe you’re five. So does this mean you are movin’ out and gettin’ married?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No, silly. I’m only five.”
He pretended to be relieved. “Shew, I was all scared for a second.”
“Thanks for making me pake pakes, Daddy.”
He sat her down and handed her a plate of them. “The birthday girl always gets pake pakes in this house.”
I looked around the kitchen at the huge mess Conner had made and then I looked over at him sitting down at the table with the kids. He’d given us a beautiful life and was the best father I could have ever wanted for my children. His own dad would have been so proud of the man that Conner had become.
I was so glad that I let that Cowboy give me a ride, because he was right. My life would never be the same.
The End
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Preface
Charlie
It was the same dream that I'd been having for as long as I could remember. The only difference was that I knew it was a dream.
The hard
wood floor felt cold against the little cotton nightgown that I was wearing. My hair was still wet from my bath and my mother had braided it to the back of my head. I could feel the tears falling down my cheeks right before they fell down to the puddle forming on the floor. My little heart was beating so fast and the only thing keeping me safe was the fact the he didn't know I was there, under my bed. As I clung tight to my teddy bear, that was missing an eye, I heard my mother screaming, followed by loud sounds of smacking.
"Please, Joe, don't do this." She pleaded with the last ounce of energy she had to defend herself.
Another loud slam and then a thump. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear.”
Smack. “Lies, all lies. I’ve heard this all before.” His deep voice made my heart race faster.
I heard her hit the wall as she cried and continued to plead with the man.
My mother's body finally came crashing down on the wood floor in the hallway in front of my bedroom. I could see the top of her head as she tried to get up. Her loud sobs made me hold onto my teddy tighter. I wanted to help her so she didn't have to cry all the time, but she always made me run and hide from the bad man.
I couldn't see the bad man, in fact, I never could see his face, but I saw her body tightening up as she took each blow of his boot. "This is what happens when you lie to me, bitch. This is what you deserve!" He continued to kick on her legs.
I opened my eyes, because I had to know she was still okay. My mother was crying, but looking right at me. She brought her finger to her mouth to motion me to be quiet. I gave her a quick nod and leaned my head on my teddy, while covering my ears with my hands. I kept them closed, still able to hear the muffled sounds of my mother's pain.
I only opened them when I felt the floor vibrating.
He was coming into my room.
I was afraid to look, but I had to. “Charlie? Where are you hiding?”
I opened my eyes and his boots were at the foot of my bed. Out of fear my body began to shimmy further back until my feet hit the wall. My teeth were chattering and I knew I was going to see his face.
Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.
I could hear the creak of his back when he started to bend over. His hand grabbed the dust ruffle and moved it to the side.
This was it.
I could see his chin.
Where was my mother?
I put my hands over my ears again, closed my eyes and screamed as loud as I could.
Chapter 1
Charlie
When I sat up in my bed the clock read three in the morning. My cell phone was blinking with a text message and the cat was curled up on the pillow next to me. I grabbed him into my arms and started petting his black coat, before looking over at the teddy bear that was still missing one eye. It was the only thing I still had from that life; the only thing that reminded me to never forget how far I had come.
Just like every other time I had been woken up from the nightmare that continued haunting me, I couldn't fall back asleep. Before my parents were killed in a house fire, they used to let me sleep with them and hold me tight whenever I had a bad dream. I'd been dealing with the dreams for ten years now and not even therapy or sleeping medication was keeping them away. Since I'd started at the university, they'd gotten even worse.
My therapy sessions hadn’t really shown progress, considering that I was still dreaming of the man named Joe that was coming to find me under my bed. His name had haunted me for as long as I could remember. In fact, I didn’t remember there ever being anyone with the name Joe in my life at all, not even in foster care. It just made no sense.
Luckily, my roommate was never around long enough to discover all of the ridiculous things about me. She was your typical sorority pledge. Mechelle, or Elle, had beautiful blonde hair that was professionally styled. She’d never had to do a chore in her life, because her butler or nanny did them all for her. Aside from her obviously being from a wealthy family, she was also dating the school's hottest bachelor. When I first met her, I had the biggest stereotype about Elle. I mean, she represented everything that I never had. I wanted to hate her.
There was no way I could ever have the time to pledge or make friends with anyone other than Elle. I mean, after being shifted from one foster home to another, I didn’t really have the means to fool around. Although I hadn’t had a stable life since I was ten years old, I’d managed to always do well in school.
I wouldn’t say it was always easy for me. There was one place that I lived where I had to wear the same outfit to school all week, because the family used my government money to serve their heroin addiction. They didn’t buy me clothes as I outgrew them, or make sure I had something to eat every day. Another family I stayed with seemed perfect from the outside, but late at night, the man of the house liked to “play with the kids.”
School was always my escape and I excelled at it because of that. I didn’t know another kid that reached her achievements because she was afraid of being anywhere other than school. I signed up for every before and after school program. I played field hockey and soccer. I wrote for the high school paper and even joined the debate team for something to do on the weekends. All of that was just a reason for me to be away from what waited for me at my homes.
After my mother and father died is when the dreams really got bad. Of course, I didn’t receive the proper mental care and it wreaked havoc on my mind. I would end up studying all night long instead of getting a good night sleep. Although, sometimes it was good to be able to see my mother, even if she was part of a bad dream. I missed both of my parents, but my mother the most. She was my everything and the only person who had made me feel safe in my life.
I will never forget when I applied to colleges. The wait was nerve-racking, but the outcome unforgettable.
I got my first acceptance on a Friday afternoon. I came home to a cabinet with one can of tuna fish and a jar of peanut butter. My foster mother was sleeping with a burned out cigarette still in her hand. Since my parents died in a fire, I wasn’t too keen on people that smoked. Fire scared me.
Anyway, I opened my can of tuna and ate it with a fork and I opened up that envelope. I was sweating and shaking profusely knowing that the words I was about to read could change my life.
I ended up being accepted everywhere I applied. I shouldn’t have been nervous. I was valedictorian and had gotten straight A’s since I was in first grade.
Moving out was easy. I’d been taking care of myself for as long as I could remember, but being able to cope with it all was a challenge. Elle did whatever she could to try to coax me into the lifestyle she was accustomed to. I think she was finally realizing that I was more of a challenge than she had assumed.
I had problems opening up and that caused a strain in our friendship from the beginning. Never being able to count on anyone had made me put walls up. It prevented me from ever getting close enough to someone for them to hurt me. I’d lost everything I loved and had to live in horrible conditions just to survive and get where I was. I was bound and determined to finish with school and never live that kind of life again.
Still, it didn’t stop her from trying to drag me places and force me to be more sociable. Her and her boyfriend, Tommy, kept trying to hook me up with people they knew, but after a few dates that ended miserably, they had finally stopped pushing as much as at first.
My only other friend was actually someone from my past. Zach Miller was put into the foster care system the same week that I was. We were both placed in a temporary home together and were the same age. Zach’s parents didn’t die like mine had. He didn’t know his father and his mother was put in jail for drug possession. We spent four months together, before she got out and regained custody of her son, leaving me all alone.
I hadn’t seen Zach in almost ten years before starting college. Each time I was sent to live with a new family, I always hoped that I would someday see him again, but it never happened. I will never forget walking into my Englis
h class on my very first day. I was running late because I am terrible with directions and ended up coming in when role was being called.
I dropped my bag as the door slammed on my ass and a very handsome guy came and helped me pick up my things. I should have recognized his smile, except I was too embarrassed to pay attention. He offered me the seat next to him just as they got to my name. I raised my hand and got myself situated in my chair. When I heard the name Zachary Miller, my eyes shot up and looked to the guy next to me, who was raising his hand.
At first I thought he didn’t remember me, until he reached over and squeezed my hand. I have to admit, I didn’t even remember anything the professor talked about, because all I wanted to do was talk to Zach. We passed notes during class and when it ended, we spent the next two hours catching up. Since that day we had been inseparable and he is my very best friend.
For the next couple of months I fell right into college life. My courses were rough, but I managed to stay on task and do well. Zach and I hung out and studied together as much as we could. He wasn’t that strapped to maintain a grade point average anymore. His mother married someone with money and got her life together. He had new siblings and a happy life, nothing like I had lived.
I should have known that my life could never be perfect for long. Everything changed when I got the letter from the attorney’s office. I will never forget that day that everything I knew came crashing down over me.
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