“Felicity? What’s wrong?” He sounded as frantic as I felt. I rarely called him from school since cell phones weren’t allowed.
“I got sick.”
He didn’t let me finish telling him what was going on. “Hold tight. I’ll be right there.”
“No. I mean, yes, please come get me. But that’s not the main reason I called.”
“It’s not?”
I heard the ding of an elevator in the background and realized he’d raced out of his office before I’d even said a word. It made my heart melt and settled some of my nerves. “Carrie, the daughter of the foster parents who kicked me out of their home the morning after we met—”
He interrupted me again with a growl. “I know who Carrie is, honey. And I know exactly who her parents are, too.”
“Good because then you’ll understand why I’m so freaked out when I tell you that Carrie caught me puking in the bathroom. She guessed that I’m pregnant. And she said she’s going to tell her parents as soon as they get home from work tonight.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“What should I do, Harrison?” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried not to sob.
I heard the roar of an engine, which meant he’d made it to the parking garage and was that much closer to getting here. “Take a deep breath and trust me when I say it will all be okay.”
“But how?” I cried.
“You leave that to me, honey. I’ll figure out a way to make sure that this won’t cause any problems for us. You and our baby are my number one priority, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he promised.
“You guys are mine, too,” I whispered, finally admitting to myself how important Harrison had become to me.
“You what?” Harrison asked. “I couldn’t quite hear that.”
I looked up and remembered where I was standing. A high school bathroom had to be the least romantic place in the world, but I didn’t want to wait. “You and our baby are my number one priority, too.”
It wasn’t quite the L word, but it’d have to do for now.
“I know we are, honey.” His voice softened. “And that’s why you’ll do the most important thing you can for me right now. You’ll stay calm. It’s not good for you or the baby for you to be upset. Pull yourself together and head to the nurse’s office. It won’t be long before I’m there to pick you up.”
“Okay. If that’s what you need me to do, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. See you soon.” It wasn’t going to be easy, but I’d manage. I was young, but I was Harrison’s woman and I wanted to show him that I could hold up my side of our relationship.
Chapter 9
Harrison
After hanging up with Felicity, I pressed the Bluetooth button on my steering wheel and called my head of security.
“Frank, I need you to send the files on Felicity’s last foster family to my email,” I commanded when he answered. “Then dig up anything we might have missed. Particularly anything I can use as leverage.”
“Will do, boss,” he responded, followed by a click, ending the call.
I reached Felicity’s school and swung into the empty space nearest to the entrance. I dashed inside and straight to the front office where I showed my ID so they could confirm my guardian status before sending me to the nurse’s office.
It took everything in me not to scoop her up into my arms when I arrived. But, I knew I needed to keep an appropriate distance until we were well away from the premises. The school reported to the county foster program regularly. Especially the nurses.
Calmly, I strode into the office. Felicity jumped to her feet and rushed towards me. At the last second, she thought better of it and stopped short in front of me.
“Thanks for coming to get me. I”—she glanced at the woman sitting behind a desk off to the side, watching us with avid interest—“I think I may have food poisoning from the—um—shrimp we ate last night.”
“Not a problem.” The woman’s eyes were staring at me far too intently. When they swept up and down my body, I glared at her, causing her to turn away and busy herself with paperwork on her desk. “Let’s go.”
Felicity and I walked out to my sleek, black Mercedes, and I got her settled before loping around to the driver’s side. Once inside, I started the car and grabbed her hand as I pulled out of the parking lot.
“How are you feeling, honey?” I glanced over at her and gave her hand a squeeze when I saw the worry in her deep violet pools. “Trust me, Felicity.”
She nodded and straightened her head so she was staring out the front. “I do. It’s just…I can’t help it. I’m still scared.”
I sped up a little, anxious to get her home. When we arrived, I went around the car, unbuckled her, and lifted her into my arms. I carried her to our room and laid her on the bed. I grabbed a shirt from the long dressers on the back wall, then helped her take off her school clothes and change.
“Get some rest, honey,” I urged as I tucked her in. “I’m going to do some work. Call me on the house intercom if you need anything.”
I brushed some of her long, dark hair away from her face and softly kissed her lips. It was interrupted when she yawned and smiled at me sheepishly. “Sorry.”
I chuckled and kissed her again. “Rest.”
My office was on the first floor at the back of the house. I was hesitant to be so far from her, but she’d fallen asleep by the time I reached the bedroom door. The house was wired with a speaker and panel in every room, so I knew she could reach me if she needed me. I made my way downstairs to my office and dropped into the expensive, black leather chair behind my antique, cherry wood desk.
Clicking my mouse, I contemplated my next move as my computer woke up. The files I asked for were in my email, and I began sifting through them. The ring of my cell phone startled me, but I answered quickly when I saw it was the security extension from my office building.
“Tell me you found something,” I said in lieu of a greeting.
My man launched into an explanation that both satisfied and enraged me. I had the leverage I needed, but I was pissed as fuck at how close it could have come to hurting Felicity.
I let her sleep for a few hours as I made some calls and studied the information so I was one hundred percent familiar with the facts and wouldn’t be ambushed with anything when I confronted Carrie’s parents.
A soft knock on my door brought my head up, and my cock sprung to attention at the sight of my girl standing in the doorway in nothing but my shirt looking sexy and sleep rumpled.
I held out my hand and she eagerly came over, climbing into my lap. “Better?” I asked, brushing my lips against her temple.
“Much.”
I didn’t doubt it because her skin wasn’t as pale, and the dark smudges beneath her eyes had disappeared. “Fuck, honey. Your trust in me.” I coughed to clear the lump in my throat. “You have no idea what it means to me that you were able to fall asleep knowing I’d take care of everything.”
“And you have no idea what it feels like to know that it’s okay to sleep. That I have you to watch over me. Protect me.”
“Always,” I swore. “I love you, and I’m fucking honored to be able to take care of you and our babies.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but her lips twisted up in a huge smile. “You love me?”
“More than anything.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
Joy slammed into me at her admission, followed quickly by the need to be inside her. I lifted her chin with a single finger and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Her small hands slid around my middle and she hugged me tightly, pressing her tits into my chest. I swiftly shifted her until she was straddling me, her legs dangling on either side of me and the juncture of her thighs cocooning my growing erection.
Everything about Felicity pushed the limits of my control. I couldn’t get enough of her. With my mouth still devouring hers, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, then fisted
the center of her panties and ripped it away.
Gripping her hips, I tore my mouth away and raggedly commanded, “Ride me, honey.” Then I lined myself up and slammed her down.
Her head flew back and she screamed, her hands plunging into my hair as she started to buck wildly on top of me.
“Fuck! That’s right, honey. Harder,” I groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Yes!” she shouted when I whipped her shirt over her head and latched onto one of her sensitive nipples. “Harrison! Oh ah ah! Fuck!”
Her words caused me to snap. I slammed her down once more as I thrust up and planted myself deep. My orgasm blasted through me, and I filled her womb with what seemed like an endless amount of come.
The moment the heat flooded her, she screamed my name and fell apart in my arms, coming with me.
“I need to go out for a little while, but when I get back, we’ll make dinner and watch a movie,” I told Felicity as I walked into the kitchen.
After we’d cleaned ourselves up earlier, she’d changed and set herself up at the island where she normally did her school work. It was after five, which meant the people I needed to see should be home. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled brightly. “That sounds like heaven.”
I couldn’t help grinning and giving her a hard, quick kiss. I knew if I lingered, I’d end up fucking her on the counter…or the floor…or up against the wall—and I needed to leave.
On my way to the garage, I stopped in my office to grab a file. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up in front of a deceptively normal-looking, suburban house in an upscale neighborhood.
I grabbed the papers and stalked up to the entrance, then knocked firmly on the door.
A young, blonde girl opened it and when she saw me, her eyes widened in shock. “What are you—” She started to shut the door in my face but I slammed my hand against it, keeping it open and stepping inside.
“We need to have a chat, Carrie. Why don’t you get your parents, and I’ll wait here?”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she spun on her heel and stomped down a hallway. It didn’t take long for a middle-aged couple to come from where she’d disappeared to meet me in the entryway. Evan and Maria Jenkins. Carrie’s parents and Felicity’s former caretakers. Both looked slightly haggard, though they hid it fairly well with blank expressions and expensive clothes.
“What the fuck do you want?” Evan snarled.
“You’re the degenerate defiling poor little Felicity, aren’t you?” Maria cried dramatically.
“Don’t.” My tone was harsh and commanding, causing her to step back slightly, and her husband to shuffle nervously on his feet. “Don’t even say her name.”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell us what to do, Mr. Brooks.” Maria tried for a haughty tone, but her eyes shifted uneasily.
“Oh, I think I am.” I handed Evan the folder and stood silently as he opened it. He flipped through the items contained in it, and his eyes grew wider with each one.
“How did you—you can’t—this is outrageous!”
I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms, glaring at the sad excuse for a “family” in front of me.
“Those are pictures of you with a well-known drug lord in the next town over, are they not?”
Maria sputtered, but I didn’t wait for her to come up with an answer. “I believe the next set is of you selling some of your stash to a couple down the street.”
They glanced uneasily at each other, and I plowed on. “This is how it’s going to be,” I growled. “If you so much as utter Felicity’s name to anyone, or speak one word to her social worker, I’ll have your asses thrown in jail. Is that clear?” They nodded simultaneously. “That goes for your trashy little daughter, too. You’d better make sure she understands that the rules apply to her, too. And that if she so much as looks at her wrong at school, there will be consequences.” More frantic nods. “And since you know who I am, you know I have the money and resources to keep close tabs on you. So, don’t try and fuck with me because I will bury you.”
I didn’t wait for their response, I simply pivoted and left, slamming the door behind me. Now that I’d taken care of that problem, I expected smooth sailing for Felicity and me over the next seven weeks. And then, once her case worker was completely out of the picture, I had a birthday party/wedding to look forward to.
Epilogue
Felicity
Three weeks ago, I graduated from high school. The next day, Harrison and I went on vacation to Hawaii for a quick trip as part of my graduation present. It seemed extravagant to me since we could only stay for four days, but Harrison had insisted that an occasion as important as my graduation called for a proper celebration. And ever since I mentioned that I’d never been outside of the state of Washington, he was determined to take me to as many places as possible before my pregnancy prevented me from traveling.
One week ago, I turned eighteen. Harrison had, in fact, put a ring on my finger—an engagement ring with a ridiculously large diamond that you could probably see from outer space. I cried when I saw it, and then laughed when he reminded me that he’d already completed the other half of his promise to me since I was pregnant. Then he flew me in a helicopter to Portland for dinner, adding Oregon to my list of states I’d visited.
Today...I was getting married. I’d expected Harrison to drag me to the courthouse on my birthday, and I’d cried some more when he told me he was willing to wait—an extra week—just because he wanted another day to spoil me each year. Not that he really needed the excuse. He spoiled me every day.
It was a good thing we hadn’t waited any longer because a little baby bump had made an appearance just yesterday. Since the dress I’d picked out for the ceremony was a mermaid fit, it didn’t hide anything. Not that there was much to hide yet—but I kind of loved that I knew that tiny flare of my belly was there on our special day.
I looked over my shoulder at the sharp knock on our bedroom door. “Ready, honey?” Harrison asked, poking his head into the doorway after he opened it.
“Absolutely.”
It was more than gratifying to see the heat build in his eyes as he got his first look at me in my dress. The groom wasn’t supposed to see his bride before the wedding, but since I didn’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle Harrison had insisted on throwing tradition out the window so he could do it himself.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His voice was raspy and oh-so-close to the tone he used when he talked dirty to me.
“If you aren’t careful, I’m going to have to change my panties before you take me downstairs,” I warned him.
He smirked at me, stepped all the way into the room, and closed the door behind him. I took a few steps backwards as he stalked towards me.
“Stop,” I squeaked, holding my hands up. “Don’t you dare come any closer.”
“Is that any way for a bride to talk to her groom?” he teased.
“Yes, it is when the groom looks like he’s about to toss her on the ground and have his way with her...before the ceremony.”
“Give me the benefit of the doubt, honey.” He tried looking innocent but failed miserably. Even if he’d succeeded, the impression wouldn’t have lasted long anyway—not with what he had to say next. “I’d take you from behind, against the wall. That way, I’d limit the damage to your dress, hair, and makeup.”
A giggle bubbled up my throat as I shook my head. “As much as I’d like to say yes, my dress wouldn’t survive that no matter how careful you were. So there’s no way you’re getting this dress over my hips until after the ceremony.”
“You’re seriously underestimating your very-soon-to-be husband’s skills,” he murmured, snagging my hands in his as he nudged me towards the nearest wall.
As difficult as it had been for me to get the dress on earlier, it was easy for him to work it up my hips after he turned me around and pressed my hands against the wall. “Harrison,” I gasped when he shifted
my white lace panties to the side and sunk two fingers inside me.
“You still want me to stop? You want me to leave your pussy wet and needy all through the ceremony?” he breathed into my ear, his body caging me in.
“No,” I panted, swiveling my hips to arch back against him. “Don’t stop.”
His free hand trailed down my back on its way to the zipper of his custom tailored tuxedo pants. He freed his cock and pressed it against my ass. His other hand continued to work my pussy, and I whimpered when his fingers left me.
“Shh, honey. I’ve got you,” he whispered, running his hard length against my wetness and then shifting his hips to drive inside of me. Hard.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“This is going to be fast,” he warned. “We’ve got guests waiting for us downstairs, and I’d hate to wrinkle your dress.”
I laughed, amazed at the sound considering the position I was in, but it didn’t last long as he went about driving me to a quick orgasm. The naughtiness of knowing we were going to be late for our own wedding because we couldn’t resist a quickie helped push me over the edge, with Harrison following a few thrusts later.
“I can’t tell you how much I fucking love knowing that you’re going to walk down the aisle with my come inside your pussy and my baby in your belly.”
After he helped me clean up and get my dress back in place, that’s exactly what I did.
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