by Vivian Ward
He reached out and took my hand, lowering it until it was snug against the bulge in his boxers.
“You ready for this?” his dreamy blue eyes pierced my soul.
“Yes,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his body.
He grabbed a hold of the back of my legs and pulled me up a little higher on his torso as he lined himself up with me. Licking the pad of his thumb, he reached between my thighs and massaged my clit as he entered me. I felt every. Last. Inch. Enter me until he was all the way inside of me.
My walls tightened, clenching onto him as he filled me with his thick cock as I took him in.
Having Bentley hadn’t ruined a thing. I bit my lip as I sucked in a deep breath of air as I accommodated him. I needed a minute to adjust to his size; the first few minutes he was thrusting inside me were painful as he barreled through me. Deep, hard, fast and raging with hunger as he took what he wanted.
Moaning, I stretched my thighs wider as I pulled him closer with my legs. He began drilling into me faster than he ever had; it was almost like a tornado picking up speed, and he wasn’t letting up. He was going to hold me to my request: fuck me harder and faster, no matter how much I begged.
His hand cupped breast, squeezing it and pinching my nipple as he sucked on my other breast. He still remembered exactly how to push my buttons. I didn’t start panting until he stopped and sank himself into me, holding it there for just a moment. My eyes grew wild as I waited to see what was coming next.
He reached between my legs and started massaging my clit again as he charged his hips into me, bucking them against my pelvis over and over as waves of pleasure washed over me like the ocean tides rolling onto a beach. The bed quaked and rocked beneath us as the headboard banged into the wall over and over, threatening to wake up the baby.
Oh please don’t stop, Gage. Don’t worry if it wakes him up. I need this!
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last, but damn it if he wasn’t trying to get me off as fast as he could. I’m no fool; he’s always loved to see me cum and with the excitement that was charging the air, I knew that he was doing it all over again.
He maneuvered my legs so that my ankles were on top of his shoulders, grabbed my waist and fucked me senseless. I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer until I exploded with him inside of me, but I had no idea it was going to happen right that second.
I reached down and grabbed a hold of his forearms, scraping my nails down them as I called out his name. My ankles crossed and I thought for sure I was going to squeeze him to death as tight as my legs were clamping shut as my back arched.
“That’s right baby, come all over my cock,” he roared, picking up his pace.
I had no clue it was humanly possible to go as fast as he was, but he didn’t bat an eye at it as he continued pounding into me. I just hoped that I’d be able to make it through my orgasm without fracturing his bones as strong of a grip my legs had around him.
All those damned ballet lessons.
No matter how hard I tried, his words wouldn’t stop echoing through my mind. I wanted to hold out for him; I wanted him to cum with me, but I couldn’t hold out. It was next to impossible as the waves of pleasure continued to wash over me and his fingers dug into my waist until they hit bone as he thrust himself deeper inside of me. The sound of his balls smacking off my ass bounced around the room.
My walls clenched harder around his thickness, and I felt a warm, tingling sensation course through me before I felt myself cumming all over his cock.
“Fuck, Gage, fucking…Ohhhhh,” I mumbled.
I wanted to speak, but incoherent babble was all I could spit out. I’m not even sure what was trying to come out of my mouth because I knew sure as hell that my brain wasn’t working.
He held me there, in the same position, thrusting into me over and over until I finally sucked in a deep breath of air. I’d came so hard that I forgot to fucking breathe!
All of a sudden, he stopped, but he wasn’t done. He laid my body on the mattress and grabbed onto the headboard before burying himself inside of me with all his might. He was gripping on so tight that his knuckles turned ghost white, and his face strained as he buried himself deeper inside of me.
I had felt his cock jerk before it started to swell and felt warm spurts of his cream shooting inside of me. I loved it; I fucking loved every second of it. Raising my hips, I took him in deeper and began rocking beneath him, draining every last drop of cum from his balls.
Even though his sperm had broken through my barrier of protection before, I wasn’t worried about him getting me pregnant again. I wanted him to impregnate me again. My body knew exactly what it wanted, and it wanted that deep, primal connection with the man I was destined to be with.
“God, I fucking love your body,” he panted in my ear, trailing nibbles along my neck.
And I fucking love you.
I almost said it but thought better of it.
Could it be true that I was falling in love with him already? This fast? It had only been a couple of days since we had started living together.
His seed was still trickling down my thigh as he pulled me close to his chest and we curled up under the sheets. His face was nuzzled against the crook of my neck as we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 12: Gage
Settling into the new house was coming along much better than I had anticipated. The way things had been going with us, I thought for sure that I’d be riding the sofa more than her for the first few months, but she came around. And I took advantage; a lot.
We had only been living together for a week, but I had her scent and taste memorized like it was the code to my life support. Sure, I’d had a few women since I left Millington—and even one when I came back—but none of them was anything compared to Anita. She was what I wanted. What I had been craving.
And as much as we didn’t get along when I first came back, I fought hard to bring us back together, and I’d keep fighting for my family because they meant the world to me. Watching her sweet ass sashay around the house while she took care of the things and having Bentley tugging at my pant leg was enough to make me crawl through a bed of scorching, red hot nails for them.
I could get used to this; the whole family life thing. It felt good to know that I had someone waiting for me at home at the end of the day. And not just anyone; I had my woman and my boy.
The only thing that I needed to do was put a ring on that pretty little finger of hers and make it official. I didn’t want my son growing up like I did, wondering why my parents weren’t married.
I wanted more for my boy than that. He deserved it, and I was going to give it to him. Bentley needed to know the importance of family. Even though I never had one before, I knew the importance.
I can’t remember how many times I felt like a dog in a shelter as I watched my friends laughing and playing with their parents when I didn’t have anyone. Or hell, just having their married parents show up to school shit. That was always the worst.
Bentley would never know those feelings. I’d keep him from it by going down a different road than my old man decided to take. That boy was going to know what love felt like inside and out. He would know what family was about—and not by longing for it, but by having it firsthand.
We were enjoying our time together, connecting and reuniting as a family and for the first time in my life, I felt complete. I was happy. Not the bullshit happy where you walk around and offer a fake smile at people; honest to God, legit happy. Since we’d consummated our relationship after Lee’s birthday party, we’d fucked like jackrabbits every night since then.
I’d sucked and licked the cream right out of her pussy and remolded her to fit my dick perfectly. If anyone owned that pussy, it was me and nobody was going to take it away from me. Ever. She was mine, and so was that sweet, sweet baby that I kissed every night before his momma laid him in his crib.
Looking at Anita sleeping p
eacefully beside me reminded me of the hot, raw sex we’d had every night for the past week. Allowing her to sleep in and catch up on some much-needed rest, I carefully slipped out of bed and got Bentley out of his crib before I took him to the kitchen for breakfast. I had just finished heating up his oatmeal when Anita came walking into the kitchen.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get up with him. I never even heard him,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
“He didn’t make any noise,” I said, scooping up a spoonful of oatmeal. “I was going to let you sleep in, so I just went and woke him up before he got fussy.”
She grinned at me, “How about some breakfast? A little bacon and eggs?”
“Okay,” I made an airplane noise as I fed Bentley another bite. “I made some coffee if you want any.”
“Awesome,” she reached for a mug.
I could stare at her all damned day while she pranced around in my oversized t-shirts; they practically swallowed her up as small as she was. Wiping the baby’s face, I heard her cursing under her breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t reach that box up there, and I need my whisk down. I’ll have to grab a chair and get it,” she huffed.
“Or you could let your man get that for you,” I walked over to her and pressed my body against hers as I reached for the box above the cabinets.
Damn. Just feeling her soft breasts against me, even through her shirt made me hard.
“Here you go,” I sat the box on the counter. “You can repay me later,” I glanced down at my crotch.
“And you can repay me for breakfast,” she spread her legs and giggled.
“Mmm,” I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy with my hand. “I’ll do just that, too.”
My phone started ringing on the kitchen table, and Bentley jammed to the music of my ring tone.
“That’s right, baby. Dance to daddy’s music,” I said as I picked it up.
“Yo,” I answered the phone. “What’s up?”
“Gage, you’ve got to come quickly! It’s Anita’s dad,” Henry sounded frantic.
“What?” I turned to look at her as she cracked a few eggs into a bowl and started whisking them.
“He was out in the woods this morning, and one of the bombs went off. The ambulance took him and his wife to the hospital, but he’s missing his leg.”
“For fuck’s sake!” I raked my fingers through my hair.
She had stopped whisking the eggs and was staring at me, eager to learn what was going on. There was no way I had the heart to tell her what was going on, but I knew that she needed to know.
“What?” her eyes danced, pleading with mine, searching for an answer. “What’s going on?”
“Is that all that’s wrong with him?” I asked Henry.
“Yeah, but here’s the thing. The bombs have been out here for how long? And they’ve never blown up? Someone had to set it off. You need to get over here right away so we can get to the bottom of this and find out who’s behind this because whoever it was, they’re in the woods somewhere.”
He was right, and Anita needed to know what was going on with her dad.
“Hold on, man,” I said and cupped my hand over the receiver, turning towards her.
“Baby, do you know anyone who could watch Bentley today?”
“Why?”
“Yes or no.”
I wasn’t telling her the reason until she said yes.
“I mean, I guess? Why?”
Bentley was busy smooshing the clumps of oatmeal that had fallen off his spoon between his fingers.
“Come in the other room with me.”
He didn’t need to see her get upset when she heard the news about her father. She followed me into the living room, pleading for me to tell her what was going on.
“Your dad was in a terrible accident. They took him to the hospital but one of the bombs went off, and he’s missing a leg; your mom went with him.”
Her hand covered her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. My heart dropped when I saw her start to tremble; she was so helpless to it all.
“I need to get over there to figure out what’s going on. Henry’s already there; that’s who I’m talking to. We can drop Bentley off with a sitter, and I’ll take you to the hospital before I head over to the house.”
“Jesus!” her hand moved to her forehead in disbelief. “How does this shit always happen? Okay,” she started pacing. “I can probably get Brandy to watch him for us; she seemed happy to have us at the party, and I know she loves my dad. I’ll go pack a bag.”
Strapping Bentley into his car seat, Anita came running to the jeep with an overstuffed diaper bag swinging from her arm.
“What the hell? Is he moving?” I tried to tease her. “It’s just for the day, Anita.”
“I know, but he’s never been with a sitter before. If he wasn’t with me, he was with my parents,” she hopped into the passenger seat and started to buckle her seatbelt. “Besides, what if I need her to keep him for a couple of days?”
She had a point; I shrugged my shoulders, put the car in reverse and started down our street.
We dropped the kid off at Lee and Brandy’s house, and then I headed to the hospital where I left Anita, promising to call her after I figured something out.
I didn’t like any of this; not one bit. It seemed fishy and to me, Henry was on to something. Bombs don’t just randomly go off after being left out in the woods. Someone was behind this.
We just had to figure out who. I’d been keeping a close eye on the property while simultaneously trying to figure out where the hell Mr. Sanders’ daughter was.
There was too much shit going on for my liking and for the first time, I was almost glad that Mr. Sanders wanted to send in extra help. I might have been against it at first, but now with Shawn getting hurt, all I wanted to focus on was the car lot and the property.
Pulling up to the car lot, I saw Henry standing near the entrance to the wooded area, surveying the land.
“What happened? Tell me everything,” I said, walking up to him.
“I got here just before he was supposed to open the car lot and heard something strange. At first, I couldn’t figure out what it was but the closer I listened, the noise was coming from right over there,” he pointed to an area that was black and ashed over. “He was lying there, a heaping mess. Bloody as all hell; wounded.”
“For fuck’s sake. How long was he like that?”
“Couldn’t have been long; he would’ve lost too much blood.”
“Did he know what happened? Like who did it? Was anyone around?”
“No clue. All I could do was call 911.”
“What’d you say?”
I couldn’t help but notice the lack of cops. Over something like this, the place would be crawling with them, but the only thing crawling around here were the snakes who’d do something like this to an innocent man.
“I freaked and didn’t know what to say so I told them that he was trying to blow up some of the trees to clear the woods, trying to save some money by doing it himself, and had an accident. He nodded and didn’t say a word when the paramedics asked him about it.”
“Fuck. We need to get to the hospital and talk to him before he says something to tip anyone off. The last thing we need is the cops combing the woods, especially with all the rest of the shit that’s out there.”
“I was kind of thinking the same thing, but I was waiting for you.”
We started walking back to my Jeep when I thought about him standing there, watching the property when I pulled up.
“Hey? Did you see anyone when you were standing there before I pulled up?”
“No. I was hoping I’d be able to catch some movement, but nada. Nothing.”
“We’ll worry about that later. Right now we have to get to the hospital to talk to him before he talks to anyone else.”
On the ride over to see him, all I could think about was how weird all this shit was. It seemed strang
e that they’d leave him lying there; most murderers don’t leave witnesses behind, and if he was still breathing and able to talk when Henry got there told me that these were amateurs.
Don’t get me wrong; I was glad that they didn’t finish the job. Poor Anita would be devastated if she lost her dad.
Hell, her mom must have lost her shit when she saw him; I could only imagine how they were holding up at the hospital. One thing was for sure: we had to up our game. Whoever did this obviously wasn’t finished.
When we walked into the hospital, the nurse in the E.R. instructed us to take the elevator to the second floor and make a right. As we approached the waiting area, I saw a woman I went to school with.
“Tracy?”
“Oh my, God. Gage Miller? You haven’t changed a bit since high school,” she bit her lip and smiled at me. “Well, except you’re a lot more muscular now. What are you doing here?”
“My soon-to-be father-in-law is here. Can you tell me which room he’s in?”
She was taken aback and speechless for a minute before laughter burst out of her mouth, and she snorted.
“Sure, honey,” she rolled her eyes. “What’s his name?”
“Shawn Bailey.”
Her eyes rolled up and to the right as she recalled the name.
“Bailey?” she asked, puzzled. “Is that…Anita Bailey’s father?”
“It is,” I nodded and looked at Henry; annoyed.
She scooted behind the U-shaped desk and pecked at the keyboard as the smile faded from her face.
“Room 221, down the hall and to the right.”
Inside the room, Anita and her mom were sitting in chairs beside his bed; her mom draping herself across his torso as she prayed. It broke my heart into a million pieces to see her so upset.
I wanted to kill whoever tried killing him. They didn’t deserve to breathe the same oxygen as her, not after putting her through something like that. I could tell by the look on her face that she was thinking about all the possibilities; the worst outcome imaginable.