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by T. Saint John


  “Some people don’t deserve to live. You let the legal system work for you and look how that turned out. Aaron attacked Kerrigan again while he was out on bail.” I remind Maddox of the time he walked in to find Aaron on top of Kerrigan.

  “I listened to your advice! You were the one who told me to let the police handle it,” Maddox protests, giving me an incredulous look. Then, sounding annoyed, he asks, “Why give advice you don’t follow yourself?”

  “Because you were being a dumbass, trying to take care of him in broad daylight—with a ton of witnesses,” I explain, trying to be patient. “Seriously, if you’re going to off someone, make sure there’s no witnesses that can identify you.”

  “I can’t listen to any more of this shit,” Maddox frustratedly says, throwing his hands up. He gets up and heads to the kitchen.

  “Grab us some beers while you’re in there,” Noah calls out to him.

  “And make us some sandwiches while you’re at it,” I add.

  “I’m not your little bitch, assholes! Grab them yourself!” Maddox replies. Noah and I bust out in laughter as we follow Maddox.

  We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about sports, which was a much needed distraction from the discussion that I’d killed our father. I’m still shocked that Noah knew all along and kept my secret. And I’m stunned at the fact that my law abiding brother, Maddox, has also taken a step into the dark side to protect my secret. I may still have my secrets, but I no longer feel so distant and alone. No matter what happens with Alani, I do have people who love and support me. My brothers and I have a bond that can’t be broken. Harper will have men in her life to show her what a real man is—and for that, I’m grateful.

  Chapter 21

  Evan

  It’s Valentine’s Day and I have the perfect date. I’m picking Harper up and taking her to dinner at the same Italian place I first took her mom. I know she can only eat a jar of baby food spaghetti, but it fits the Italian theme. I also bought her a present—her first pair of diamond earrings. Alani said I was crazy for buying them, but I wanted to do it and I’m entitled to spoil my daughter.

  I got the ‘Bitch’ tattoo covered, and it now says ‘Harper’. I no longer think Alani is a bitch—I understand her now. In a way, I’ve moved on. Although I still love Alani, I’m now at a place where my focus is on our daughter and keeping busy at work. These days, I get to enjoy spending more time with my brothers and nephews. I have to admit, I sometimes get jealous whenever I see my brothers with their wives, but I’m happy for them. I feel almost at peace. We’ve heard nothing on the Jackson front, so Alani is still looking over her shoulder all the time. I hate that we can’t find him and I hate that she still lives in fear—that we all live in fear. I guess the ball is in Jackson’s court. I know he’ll make a move, and when he does, we’ll be ready. I hope.

  I ring the doorbell to my old penthouse, and for some odd reason, I’m nervous. Yes, I wore a suit and tie for my date with Harper. She’s only eight months and has no idea what’s going on, but I hope we can enjoy this evening without any spit up or dirty diapers to ruin our meal. I laugh out loud, thinking about how this is my life now—worrying over changing a diaper instead of my date getting too drunk and ruining my night. Alani answers the door and lets out a small laugh when she sees me.

  “Come on in. She’s ready,” says Alani, her eyes sweeping down my body. My dick twitches inside my pants at the thought of her undressing me with her eyes. I have to adjust myself and focus on my date for the evening. I step inside my old place and go to sit down on the couch while Alani goes to Harper’s bedroom. When they come back out, Harper looks so damn adorable. She has a red frilly dress on and a cute red bow holding up her little ponytail. Harper lights up when she sees me and starts thrashing around in her mom’s arms.

  “She looks adorable, Alani.”

  “Well when you told me you were wearing a suit, I knew she had to look good.”

  “Thank you. We won’t be out long,” I tell her, taking Harper from her arms.

  “Have fun, you two,” Alani says, leaning in to kiss Harper’s forehead.

  We head out the door and down to my car, ready to get my first Valentine’s date with my daughter started.

  Lani

  Evan looked extremely hot this evening. It took everything in me to hold back from throwing myself at him. I haven’t had sex since he moved out, and I wonder if he’s sleeping with other women. I couldn’t blame him if he was, because he’d only be doing what I asked of him, but I want Evan to wait for me. I feel like I’m losing him—there’s something different about him. He seems calmer and more at ease whenever we talk. I worry that it’s due to him having tons of sex with other women—he’s no longer sexually frustrated and it’s helping his behavior. The more I think about the idea of him being with someone other than me, the more it hurts.

  I start planning for when Evan and Harper return—of course, this will only work if Harper is asleep. I rush to the shower and start shaving, even down there. Once I’m out of the shower, I blow dry my hair that’s grown quite a bit since I was abducted. I’ve never been one for makeup, but I decide to put on some mascara and lip gloss. When I finish, I sit down and start to second guess myself. I’m still not ready for a relationship, and I worry that doing this will only lead him on. Crap. I don’t want to hurt him any more than I already have. The longer I sit here, the more I talk myself out of it. No, I don’t want to hurt him. I head back to the bathroom, taking off the lip gloss and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I hear the doorbell ring and I throw on the old T-shirt he lent me the night I moved in with him. I run to answer the door and start to drool when I open the door to find him standing there with our daughter, in her frilly dress, passed out in his arms.

  “How was your date?” I inquire with a big smile on my face.

  “It was good. I might need to take her out with me more often—you should’ve seen all the women eyeing me,” Evan replies, and the smile immediately falls off my face. I know he’s trying to make a joke out of it, but there’s no doubt that a handsome, single dad like him would be turning women’s heads. His words upset me, and I possessively think ‘he’s mine and she’s mine’. He said it like he was joking around with his brothers. Well, I’m not his brother—and I’m jealous as hell.

  “Do you want to lay her down?” I ask, making a decision to strip down naked and wait for him to return.

  “Yeah,” he hesitatingly answers, looking at me oddly. He’s probably trying to figure out what’s wrong with me—I’m so nervous that I’m fidgeting and doing everything I can do to avoid eye contact with him.

  Once he’s out of the room, I decide to just undo my bra and take it off along with my panties. I’m a nervous wreck and I wouldn’t be able to pull off standing out here completely naked, waiting for him to return. Part of me is doing a happy dance while the other is kicking myself for knowing how this ends—with Evan hurt.

  Evan

  After placing Harper in her crib, I walk back into the living room. Alani is acting weird, but she looks sexy in that old shirt of mine—too bad she’s wearing a bra. I know it’s probably a bad idea, wanting a visual of her nipples that I can jerk myself off to tonight, but nobody gets me hard like she does. No one makes me cum harder and faster than she does. She’s standing in front of the glass doors leading out to the balcony. Looking at her, my cock is instantly hard and I groan as I adjust myself.

  “Goodnight, Alani,” I call out, watching as she turns around. What the fuck? Her bra is off and I can see her nipples poking out against the shirt.

  “Evan?” she says in an uncertain voice. It dawns on me that she planned this.

  “What, Alani?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

  “I was wondering–”

  Before she can say anything else, I cut her off. “No. The answer is no,” I say as firmly as I can with my cock betraying me and straining against my zipper.

  “You don’t even know what I was going
to ask,” she complains, looking disappointed. I bitterly laugh at the look on her face.

  “Yes, I do. You were wearing a bra when I took Harper to bed, and now you’re not. So I know, and the answer is no.”

  “But–” she starts to plead.

  “But nothing, Alani. You know how this ends. Fix your shit. I don’t like being on your rollercoaster of emotions,” I spit out angrily. I don’t even know why she’s doing this. Is she purposely trying to hurt me?

  “Are you sleeping with someone else?” she interrogates me, sounding annoyed.

  “That’s none of your business, Alani,” I answer harshly, even though I’m not. It makes me feel like shit when she looks to the floor to hide the rejection she must be feeling. But I’m tired of having to answer to her—either she wants me or she doesn’t.

  “You’re right, I’m sorry. You should go,” she says, walking out onto the patio. CHRIST! I decide to follow her and apologize, for what—I’m not sure.

  “Hey, I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, but it’s just that we’re finally both in a good place...and I just can’t,” I explain. Instead of responding to me with words, I’m shocked as Alani removes the shirt and bares herself to me. Jesus fucking Christ! She has no pubic hair and I immediately remember the taste of her on my tongue. I lean back against the wall and let out a frustrated groan. I watch as she slowly makes her way towards me, taking in every little detail of her movement. God, I wanted a visual of her nipples to jack off to, but I’m getting more than an eyeful. My eyes draw down to her pussy and I’m rock hard, imagining myself plunging into her. I force myself up from the wall and announce, “I’m leaving.”

  Just as I’m about to turn around, she jumps into my arms and I’m forced to grab on to her naked body. When she starts to kiss me, I know I’m done resisting. Even though I just agreed to this, it’s going to be on my terms. I put her back down and point her towards one of the patio chairs.

  “Lean over against that chair,” I firmly command, and she does as I ask. I remove my jacket and loosen my tie slightly, admiring her ass that’s now facing me. I watch her for a few moments, her body swaying slightly in anticipation. I smile before taking my hand and smack it hard against her bottom.

  “Ugh!” she cries out in pain and surprise. She immediately turns her head around to face me, looking shocked. I wiped the smile off my face and look at her sternly. By the way her ass is squirming around, I can tell she secretly liked it.

  “Don’t speak, Alani. Not a word or I’ll smack your fine ass again,” I warn in a dominating voice. I can see her swallow hard before giving a slight nod in acknowledgement. It excites me, knowing the anticipation of what I’ll do next is turning her on. I run my hand soothingly over the red imprint of my hand, marking her ass as mine, and I grind my thick, hard cock against the curve of her ass. Even though the cloth of my pants still separates us, I can tell by her gasps that she can feel the head of my cock trying to poke itself in between her cheeks. I lean over her back and pull on her ponytail until her ear touches my mouth. “Good girl. Not one word.”

  When she gives a slight nod, I release her hair and move one hand to her breast and the other to her pussy. I use the fingers of one hand to play with her nipple, pinching it to a hardened peak. Her gasps turn to moans as I use the fingers of my other hand to stroke her clit before sliding them into her slit. She’s so smooth and warm—so wet. I dip my fingers in and out of her a few times before bringing them to my mouth, tasting her delicious flavor. The taste of her sets my head ablaze and I momentarily let her go to quickly remove my pants, releasing my eager member. With a fast, hard thrust, I sink my cock so far up her pussy that she cries out in shock. Moaning in pleasure, she pushes back against my dick before pulling back to do it again. I grab her hips to stop her and pull completely out of her.

  “No! Surrender all control right now, Alani. I’m in charge.”

  “Evan…” she pleads, and I smack her ass again as punishment for disobeying. She immediately holds still without saying anything further.

  “I told you not to speak. Do I need to gag you?” I demandingly question, undoing my tie in preparation of shutting her up. She shakes her head timidly, and I can tell she’s teetering between fear and desire. I reach over and rub my thumb over her clit a few times until only her desire is left. I take hold of her hips and thrust inside her again, making her gasp. I then pull out so the head of my cock is barely in her entrance, I slam myself back into her again. She’s so fucking tight, the feel of her pussy against my cock is incredible. I thrust in and out of her over and over until I can hardly control myself. I know I’m not being gentle and between my rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples, she finally she can’t handle any more.

  “Evan...please,” she begs. SMACK! She’s caught off guard by my palm slapping her on the ass.

  “What did I tell you, Alani?” I demand. Between the pleasure and the pain of needing to cum, she can barely speak through her whimpers. I thrust inside her, as I growl, “Answer me!”

  “Ahhh! You...you said not to speak,” she haltingly answers, biting down on her lip. I hear her whimper as I remove myself from her tight pussy. Sliding my tie from around my neck and placing it between her sweet lips, I tie it at the back of her head. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but seeing Alani enjoying this proves me wrong. I turn her around and see her fear return along with the desire in her eyes. I lean down to her ear and ask, “Trust me?”

  She nods her head without hesitation and I pick her up, wrapping her perfect legs around my waist as I walk us around to the front of the chair. I sit down and scoot her closer to my straining cock. She lifts up a little before impaling herself on my dick. FUCK! I wrap my lips around her nipple, swirling my tongue around it a few times before sucking hard on it. Alani cries out against her gag, grabbing onto the back of my neck and pressing my head closer to her. I pull back, taking both her hands and holding them behind her back. With a look of warning, I silently command her to behave. I go back to work on her other nipple, giving it equal pleasure and attention. Letting go of Alani’s hands, I place mine on her hips as she leans back and places her hands on my knees.We find a pleasurable rhythm as I enjoy the view of Alani gagged, leaning back with her tits bouncing in front of me.

  After a few minutes of enjoyment in this position, I lift her off my cock and turn her around to face the Chicago skyline. If we weren’t at the penthouse of the tallest apartment building, I’d never expose her like this. I figure there’s no way anyone will get to enjoy the perfect view of her tits at this moment unless someone is working late with a pair of binoculars in their hands.

  She leans back to place her head against my shoulder and I stroke her pussy a couple of times before slowly inserting my cock inside. She writhes and moans as I start to move in and out of her, slowly building up her orgasm. I start to squeeze and massage her breasts, enjoying the feel of them in my hands. I pick up the pace of my thrusting just to tease her, quickly sliding up and down before going slowly once again to keep from cumming. I’m not ready for this to end yet, so I start to kiss her throat and run my fingers over her clit. I can feel her struggle to push her clit harder against my fingers, so I smile against her ear and whisper, “You ready to cum?”

  Without saying anything, she nods her head—looks like she finally learned her lesson. I circle my thumb over her clit a few times and then press down hard. She explodes around me, and the second I feel her pussy contract, I cum on the spot. Fuck me! I wasn’t expecting to cum like that. I slide her up and down a few more times, shoving my cock balls deep into her one final time as we both ride out our shared orgasm. I remove my tie from her lips and hold onto her for a few more minutes, still covering her tits with my hands and nuzzling at her neck. Then, I gently pull her off me and stand, setting her back down on the chair. She sprawls out, exhausted.

  “God, that was amazing,” she whispers. Recovering my pants, I put them on and close the zipper, effectively locking in my
semi-hard dick. Now what? This is what I hate—the awkwardness afterwards.

  “Right,” I say, not having a clue what she wants to hear from me.

  “Do you want to stay the night?”

  “No,” I coldly reply. I can handle the raw, no strings attached sex, but not the ‘I’m sorry, I led you on’ shit that’s sure to follow.

  “Evan?” she calls out as I turn to leave. I stop, but don’t turn around.

  “Yeah?”

  “That was incredible. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. And Alani...it’s still only you.”

  “Good. I’m glad.” After a brief awkward silence, she softly says, “I’m trying, Evan.”

  “I know.”

  Chapter 22

  Lani

  Crap, crap, crap—I chant over and over in my head as I stare at the positive symbol on the pregnancy test. Evan is going to kill me. CRAP!!! I’m hoping it’s wrong, so I decide to call Dr. Chaney’s office to set up an appointment. He delivered Molly’s and Kerrigan’s sons so I’m putting my trust in him. Luckily, they had a cancellation so they can get me in today. Sneaking out alone got me into trouble the last time I tried to keep a pregnancy test on the down low. I’m left with no options but to ask my security guard Alex to take me to the doctor. He’s gotten used to driving me anywhere I ask him to. He’s like Jason Statham in one of those Transporter movies, an ex-military super badass who pretty much gets demoted to being a chauffeur for a small child. Now I just have to make sure he keeps his trap shut until I’ve officially told Evan—if it’s positive.

 

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