She grunts quietly. “Jesus, Seamus, that fucking thing is going to kill me.”
My right hand holds a heavy breast as I pull her back towards me. My left grabs her hip.
“If…” I grimace with pleasure, “You… weren’t so… tight.”
She moans when I am fully seated in her pussy. Her lips are so wet and wrapped around me. I push hard into her and pull back.
“Fuck…” I grunt. I am deep inside her and she is pushing back onto me as hard as she can. I slowly bend her forward, towards the bed. I need to claim her, I can feel it in my bones—I need to make her mine permanently.
“Fuck me, Seamus. Fuck me... Please.” The please comes out a whisper.
I grin as she slowly bends over in front of me, her legs are spread wide and my cock is spearing her deep inside her tightly little pussy.
I push in a couple of times as I feel her shuddering. Grabbing a hand on both hips, I pull back, then slam home.
Yelping out loud, she looks over her shoulder at me. “Fuck, you are big.”
I smile. “I think you should get rid of your birth control. You would look so good with my baby in your belly.”
Thrusting deep into her, she stares at me in shock or amazement. “God, Seamus…”
Her eyes roll back into her head and her drops forward. My thrusts are slow and steady. Every once in a while I will push all the way in, feeling her cervix wall rubbing my cock head.
She pushes back hard against me twice in a row. “I want to be pregnant again, Seamus… I want your baby in me.”
Fuck. My balls are boiling with sperm; I can barely hold on as I speed up my pace. I slip a hand around her waist and rub a slow circle on her wet clit. She starts pushing back harder and harder against me.
“Fuck me, Seamus. Oh, god! I am going to come so soon, put...” I push deep into her, she moans loudly. “Put a baby in me… I want to be a mommy to your babies.”
Fuck, that’s it. My hips start slamming hard against her ass, each thrust is long and deep. I can feel the sperm racing from my balls and up to my cock.
“Fuck, I am going to come!” I shout out.
“Oh, shit!” she shrieks out as she comes hard against me.
My eyes snap shut as I thrust hard, over and over. Each push sending a load of come into her waiting pussy. Each hot spurt holding sperm that could make her pregnant.
Fuck, I have never come as hard as my cock is right now, just thinking of getting her pregnant has extended my orgasm.
When we both finally come down from our orgasmic high we fall to the bed with me on top of her back. I grab my shirt from the bed and give it to her to use to clean up with. I have given up on keeping all my shirts.
I spoon behind her. “Fuck, Aaliyah. I didn’t know the thought of getting you pregnant was going to be a kink for me.”
She laughs happily. “I didn’t know it would be for me either.”
I snuggle her tightly against me. “Well, I guess we will be exploring that as soon as you get rid of your birth control.”
She turns her head to get a sideview of me. “Are you serious?”
“Well, yeah, you put the idea in my head. Can’t go back now,” I say.
She turns away from me shaking her head. “You are crazy.”
“Nah.”
We lay there for a long time, both with our thoughts. I am pretty sure I am feeling like she is the one. Haven’t felt this way about someone before. Fuck. I don’t like feelings. They make things… all feely and shit.
My eyes are growing heavy when she asks softly, “Will you still love Mina as much if I give you a baby that’s from you?”
Pulling her tight against me, “Mina is mine. I don’t give a shit about blood.”
* * *
I wake up in the morning to hear Mina jabbering loudly to us. Somehow we slept past her usual wake up time. Wow. We need to move my mattress over here or them over there. Her bed sucks.
I roll off the bed and tuck the covers around Aaliyah,
“I’m getting up,” Aaliyah moans out to me from under the covers. She starts to push the blankets down but I stop her.
“Stay in bed, baby. Mina and I are gonna go out for breakfast. I’ll bring something back.”
She looks up at me, “You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s the weekend, you need to sleep in ya know.” I say, and lean down, kissing her on those fucking amazing lips.
“Did you mean what you said last night? About Mina?” she asks quietly.
“Yes, I did.”
“I love you for that. And for many more reasons.”
“We’ll be talking about that when we get back. Your mattress sucks.”
Mina screeches out to us and I growly loudly back. I can hear her giggling in there and it makes Aaliyah smile sleepily at me.
I tuck the blankets back around Aaliyah and smile. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm’kay,” she says sleepily.
I grab the squirt from her crib and start singing to her as we go about getting ready for the morning.
* * *
It’s pretty cool having Mina out with me. She lets me do that whole talking to myself out loud thing without anyone thinking I am crazy. That and she loves to growl at people. I can’t help but laugh at it, she is just too much like me.
As we are pulling out of the restaurant, my phone starts ringing. Reaching down to grab it I switch it on.
“Seamus?” A woman’s voice asks shakily.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Collette… Mrs. Robins… You need to get here as fast as you can. Someone just took Aaliyah.”
Chapter Fourteen
Aaliyah
Someone is pounding on my door, I have no clue why either. It sounds like the cops doing a raid or something. I jump out of the bed where I have been lazing around so happily. Getting out of the bed and into the living, I say loudly, “I’m coming!”
I peep out through the little hole and my world is turned upside down as the door is busted in.
I am so dazed by the door hitting me in the head that I am not entirely who is screaming. Is it me?
A sobering moment though is when they lift me up and stand me in front of some guy who looks vaguely familiar. But I can’t really place where from… Of course, there being four eyes and a couple of noses on his face doesn’t help.
They hold me up by my arms, and while they aren’t exactly hurting me, the man’s face in front of me looks really, really mad at me. What in the world have I ever done to this guy?
Everything comes into sharp focus as his hand hits me across my cheek and leaves a stinging pain there.
“Where Michael at, bitch?” he yells in my face.
Oh. So that’s why I am here with a slapped face and my front door busted open. Michael’s shit has come to land squarely on me. Again.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly and receive a hard fist in my stomach.
I have never been punched in my stomach before, and it knocks the air out of my lungs so fast and hard I’m left gasping. I try to curl up in a ball but I can’t move. The guys holding my arms won’t let me. Oh, god. I try to gasp in air, but it’s like standing in a sealed room with no air. Nothing works. The guys on my arms are laughing at me, I hate all three of them.
“Let’s go. Bring this bitch with us.”
They drag me along, and as we are exiting my apartment, I see Mrs. Robin’s door open.
Coming out of the apartment, she yells loudly, “You let her go!”
The guy in front shoves her hard into her door we keep moving. Out of the corner of my eye I see her pull her cell phone from her pocket. I hope she doesn’t call the police, they won’t be able to save me.
They are pushing me towards the back of their car and I struggle with all my might. I am almost loose when I feel something hard slam up against the back of my skull.
* * *
It’s dark as can be when I finally wake up again. At first I’m not sure if I even opened my eyes.
Things are kinda fuzzy in my head until I feel the hard thump of a car going over a bump. Shit. There is a bright red light from my right side. Did they dump me in the trunk of the car? What the hell is going on? What in the world did Michael get me into?
The trunk is hot as heck and the damn driver doesn’t seem to know what a complete stop is.
My mind is flipping the hell out. What the hell is happening to me? Where are they going to take me? What are they going to do? Oh, god, what about Mina?
A calm comes over me then, a serene calm. Mina. Mina is with Seamus. Seamus will be told by Mrs. Robins. Seamus. Seamus will come for me.
Oh, god, these guys are in so much trouble right now.
* * *
It feels like forever before they pull to a stop and shut the car engine off. I hear a couple doors open and then slam shut. Here we go.
The trunk opens and I have to put my hands in front of my eyes to block out the bright light. They don’t let me stay like that for long though. My arms are grabbed roughly, then I am dragged out of the trunk. I try to fight as hard as I can with them, I may have even managed to land a kick on one of the guys balls. Thank god for all that punishment Seamus put me through with working out. I kicked the heck out of him. That’s one down.
I can barely get my feet beneath me as they yank and drag me into some shit hole of an apartment. I grew up in a roughish part of town, but here? I can instantly feel the slums seeping into my skin. I scream out when one of them hits my back really hard but I doubt it will cause a single person to give a damn here.
We head directly into a ground-floor apartment, and from the looks of the place, I would bet all of my paychecks for the next two years this is some kind of drug flophouse. There’s a skinny girl passed out on the couch and I wonder if she is even breathing.
The lead guy grabs me by my hair and yanks me into the first bedroom. I don’t know what to say to him. I have no clue where Michael is, I couldn’t even begin to guess. I wish I had my cellphone, I would just call his ass, but I don’t dammit. Damn Michael.
I am pushed into a chair and the guys start taping my legs then arms to it. Shit. The other guys leave, and now it’s just me and the ringleader.
“Where’s ya brother at, Aaliyah?” he asks with a deep gritty voice.
“I already told you, I don’t…” his hand is faster than my eyes as he punches me this time. I’m seeing red around my vision as my jaw aches.
“Where is he!?” the man screams at me, his hand grabbing me by the hair as he shakes my head back and forth.
“I…” I can feel the blood oozing from my mouth as I mumble.
“You what?”
“I would… tell you if… I knew…” I sputter. My jaw hurts so bad I can feel myself drooling down my chin.
“That fucking sucks, Lee. He gonna get ya dead, and ya don’t even know where he at.”
I stare up into the face of the man who is hitting me—past all the scars and the low-set baseball cap—I see deep brown eyes. The faint recognition I had of the guy in my apartment comes into sharp focus as I really look at the guy. It’s Jermaine from our old high school. He was a skinny pip-squeak jerk back then. Skinny asshole who always tried to be the big man on campus. He was such an ass. It’s absurd! He tried to act like a thug back then but was such a joke. Jermaine… It would be funny if he hadn’t been hurting me so badly
“Jer… Jermaine?” I ask around a swollen cheek.
“Yeah, bitch.” he confirms, laughing in my face. “But I ain’t been Jermaine in years. They call me Tin-Tin now.”
Tin-Tin? What the fuck is a Tin-Tin? “You mean like Rin Tin Tin? Like the dog? Serious…” he slams a fist into the side of my head as I start to giggle. I can’t help it. That name is funny as shit.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he yells and pushes hard against my chair. I tip to the side and land hard. It hurts so bad but I laugh. Tin-Tin.
I must be punch-drunk or something.
Jermaine kicks me hard in my stomach, so hard my giggling stops completely as I gasp from the pain. Again my air is knocked from my lungs.
He leaves me there for a long time on my side, so long that I am feeling sleepy from the pain and the whole ordeal.
What seems like an eternity later he comes back into the room and lifts the chair back up. I don’t feel so good now, kinda queasy and throbbing sore all over.
“You ready to shut your mouth like a good bitch and answer my questions?” he asks.
I would nod my head but it hurts too much. “I don’t know… I have no clue where he’s at.”
“When ya talk to him last?”
“Yesterday… he wanted some money,” I say and I bet this has to be a part of it.
“Yeah, he owes me a lot of money, Lee.”
“Doesn’t matter to me, Jermaine, I don’t have any.”
“He don’t pay me soon, Lee, I am going to take it out on you. Make you my slave bitch and kill you when I am done with ya.”
I look down at my lap. I don’t want him to see me smiling. Me, his slave bitch? I jerk a little as I try to hold in the laughter. Seamus is going to hurt him so bad.
I guess he thinks I am crying as he comes forward and lifts my chin. “It won’t be so…”
My smile stops him dead cold in his words. He stares at me like I am crazy. “You going to like that, bitch? Being my whore slave?”
I shake my head as I can’t hold it in. I giggle at him. I’m so angry they did this to me. So fucking angry. But just knowing Seamus is going to come for me and make them pay gives me relief. Gives me something to make me happy in this shitty situation. “I belong to Seamus.”
Shaking his head, he asks, “Who the fuck that?”
I laugh and stare at him. “Seamus! The man who is going to kill every single one of you fuckers! He’s a bad…”
Another punch to my face stops me from talking. He hit my eye and it hurts so damn bad I can feel tears welling up. “Bitch, shut the fuck up!”
“Seamus is going to come get me, he will be here soon! You better run Rin-Rin-Tinny, you stupid fucking dog!”
* * *
I come to some time later. I don’t know how much time has passed us as I sit here. I can barely hold my head up as I slump in my chair. The windows are covered by a disgustingly dirty curtain, but I can see what looks like evening light coming through them.
My mouth is so dry right now and hurts so bad. Even as I try to lick my split lips, I can barely stand the pain. I am hurting bad. Damn.
Each of my breaths takes a lot of effort to make it through them, the pain lances all over the sides of my chest.
I remember back to being knocked out though, and my last thought being Seamus. He should be here soon. I know him. He’s the scary man I knew he would be. He doesn’t know I found his guns in his apartment, or maybe he does, but I have. And I’ve heard the stories of what he did with the guys who tried to break into his apartment.
He promised to always protect me so I have absolutely no doubt at all he will be here soon. He will hurt these little boys playing at being tough. They have hurt me. Me. Me, his personal possession. He owns me, mind, body and soul. That they dared touch me… Oh god, I actually feel sort of sorry for them. How fucked up is that?
Sitting here, I try to focus on the light around me. I want to stay awake now. I need to. Seamus will be here soon and I want to be awake for my hero to save me.
Sometime later, Jermain comes back into the room. His hands are bruised from hurting me.
“You ready…” he starts before a tremendous boom comes from the living room. The whole place shakes as if we have been hit by a quake.
My voice screams out one word, the only one that matters to me right now. “Seamus!”
Jermaine trips into me as the building feels like it was just rocked on its foundation. I can’t fathom what the heck just happened, but I hear a lot of gun shots really close by.
Jermain isn’t stupid though, he quickly rips the tape off of me
as he yanks me up in front of him as a type of shield.
I cry his name out again, but it is cut off by Jermaine hitting me roughly on the back of the head.
Chapter Fifteen
Seamus
As soon as Mrs. Robins called I was moving through the streets as fast and as safely as I legally could. Mina was none the wiser of the rage that has filled my body like an explosive. I dropped her off at a shaken Mrs. Robins apartment. She told me all she could before I went into Aaliyah’s apartment. I grabbed her phone, and as soon as Mrs. Robins mentioned she heard someone asking about Michael, I went stalking for the fucker.
It was probably mean of me to kick in the apartment door I had the twins from Paris trace him at. It wasn’t that hard to track the little bitch.
* * *
Michael’s eyes are wide as fuck when I stomp into the living room of some girl he has been staying with. A couple of the guys from yesterday are here as well. Stupid fucks that they are tried to scatter and bolt from the apartment. Two rounds from my gun into the floor put a stop to that.
Like fucking cockroaches they all stop immediately.
“What the.. what th…” Michael stutters out.
I don’t even bother with raising my voice. My rage is far too consuming for that.
“Who the fuck took my girl, Michael? Where will they hide Aaliyah while they look for your corpse?”
His eyes go wider than I have even seen a man’s go as he processes what I have said. I look to the other guys around the room. “Sit down, all of you, now.”
Like kindergarten children they drop to the floor. Fucking pussies.
“I don’t know what you’re talking abo…”
I pull the nine millimeter from the hip holster under my shirt and cock back the lever. One of the guys on the floor moans quietly, a wet spot on his pants forming.
Aiming the gun at Michael, I warn, “Do not lie to me again. Who are the guys you are dealing with and how do I find them? They have taken Aaliyah. Who are they?”
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