His hands were under my butt, lifting me to straddle him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he spun around, pushing me against the wall at the same time he pushed inside me.
“Oh God!” I cried out.
My slick pussy welcomed the intrusion as his body thrust into mine. His mouth moved over my neck, sucking and licking as he pushed in and out of my body. I felt the first twinge of an orgasm and moaned.
He fucked me harder and faster, pushing me over the edge, sending me spiraling up before crashing down on him. He dropped me to my feet, spun me around, and slammed my hands against the wall as if I were undergoing a police pat down.
“Spread your legs,” he grunted.
I obeyed, spreading my legs, panting with need. The first orgasm had done little to take the edge off. I wanted him again and again. It felt like I would never get enough of him. I wanted to wrap my body around his and ride him all day every day.
“Hurry,” I moaned. “I need you.”
He stepped behind me, his hand fisted in my hair as he slowly spread my folds with the head of his cock. He moved it up and down, rubbing over my clit. My legs were trembling with need, my breathing strained as I intermittently held my breath and panted.
“Shh,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling on the lobe with his teeth. “I’m going to give you everything you need. I’m going to satisfy your sweet little body.”
My head dropped back as he slid over my clit once again. His cock felt bigger, stretching me as he pushed inside, completely seating himself against me. I felt his heavy balls pressed against my ass, making me hotter than I thought possible. He stopped moving, his dick throbbing inside my wet sheath. The stillness was making me crazy. I wiggled my hips, encouraging him to move.
“No. I want to feel you. I want to really feel you,” he said. “Your pussy is vibrating around my cock. Do you feel it?”
I tried to nod my head, moaning. “I do.”
“You feel so good, so tight, just for me.”
He still had a fistful of my hair, holding my head back as his other hand slid around my body, moving up to pinch one nipple. I arched my back, gasping in pleasurable agony as he pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb.
I moaned, biting on my lower lip as he moved to the other nipple. I couldn’t move, and it was so good. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to be right where I was forever. My hands were pressed against the wall, my back arched with him pressed tightly against me. His hand moved down, sliding over my stomach before reaching between my legs. I was panting, wanting to scream in pleasure, my body at war within. There were too many sensations slamming into my brain all at once.
His finger nudged between my stretched lips and his dick, a prick of pain and pleasure combined, sending a whole new litany of sensations throughout my body.
“Oh God,” I gasped when his fingertip pushed inside.
“You’re so hot and wet,” he whispered, pulling his fingertip out and pressing it against the throbbing nub that was begging for attention. “You’re really humming now.”
He stroked over the nub, a butterfly touch, before pushing and rubbing against it as he pulled my hair a little harder. I loved the feel of him completely dominating me. I was helpless to move and didn’t want to. I wanted him to fuck me any way he wanted to. I was his. I loved that he had come back to me this strong, alpha male.
“You ready?” he breathed, his finger rubbing over my clit, pushing harder.
I whimpered. “Yes, please. Yes.”
His finger pressed down hard, triggering a nuclear reaction inside my body. I shouted and bucked backward against him as my body erupted into violent convulsions. I rocked and moaned as he held my head back, finally relaxing his grip as my body began to slowly unwind, my muscles unclenching. He stepped back, pulling out of me before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bed. Somehow, on shaky legs, I managed to make it to the bed. I crawled on top and lay on my back, my legs spread wide, ready for him once again.
He moved over my body, kissing me as his fingers gently worked my pussy at a leisurely pace. I moaned into his mouth, my body needing to feel him deep. He moved, pushing himself inside me with one long, slow stroke. I relaxed into the bed, letting him slowly move over me with tender, loving care.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered over my mouth. “You’re all mine. You know that, right?”
I nodded. “And you’re mine,” I told him, leaning my head up to kiss him.
“I’m yours.”
He pushed deep inside me, his mouth closing over mine. The hurried, frenzied lust was gone and replaced with a loving passion I had never known was possible. I could feel my heart expanding, growing. I loved this man so much it hurt.
“I love you,” I moaned.
“I love you, Michelle. I’m never leaving you again.”
His mouth moved to my neck, kissing and gently suckling as his body slowly slid in and out. We made love, our bodies coming together and our souls intertwining with each stroke. When I felt his breathing pick up, I knew he was close to coming. I wanted him to find his release. It was like giving and getting the best gift in the world. I stroked my hands over his back, touching every bit of him I could reach, sliding down to grab his firm ass in my hands and squeezing hard.
“Fuck!” he roared, his body suddenly moving faster as he pumped inside me.
He jerked and stiffened, reaching deeper into my body and taking us both over into a world full of love and light. He collapsed on top of me, showering me with kisses as he gently stroked my face.
“I love you,” he said again before rolling to the side and tucking me against him.
We lay there in each other’s arms, not talking, letting our breathing return to normal. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies with loving tenderness. It was a beautiful moment I would never forget for as long as I lived. I had completely given my heart, body, and soul to him. I trusted him to take care of me.
“We didn’t get that newspaper,” I said with a smile.
He chuckled. “No, we didn’t. Do you want to stay here tonight?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes. I’ll pick up some of Joey’s things and bring them here so he’s more comfortable.”
“Should we get that paper now?” he asked, his hand moving between my thighs.
I laughed. “We should, or we could wait a little longer. I don’t have to pick Joey up for another couple hours.”
He kissed me, telling me how much he loved me with his mouth as he kissed every inch of my body in another passionate session of lovemaking. I had a feeling life with him was going to be filled with a lot of time spent in bed, which was just fine with me.
We finally got dressed and managed to head out in search of a newspaper.
38
Elijah
I was walking with my chest puffed out as I held Joey’s hand. I was the one taking him into school while Michelle finished getting ready at the hotel. Joey was walking along just as proudly, telling all the kids he saw that I was his dad.
“Bye, Joey. Have a good day and we’ll pick you up after school. We’ll go look at that new place together, okay?”
He smiled and nodded. “Bye, Dad.”
I walked down the sidewalk and back to Michelle’s car. A month ago, I would have never thought any of this was possible, but here I was, both a dad and a man in love.
After driving back to the hotel, I picked up Michelle and headed to the courthouse. I knew Michelle was nervous. She was convinced Nick or Liam or both of them would get out on bail. We weren’t sure what they were being charged with, but I was prepared to offer up more evidence to the DA if it meant keeping them behind bars.
We waited in the courtroom, sitting a few rows back, not wanting to be too close to either man. When they were brought in, Michelle stiffened.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
We listened to Liam’s arraignment first. Both Nick and Liam were being charged with false imprisonment and aggravated as
sault with a deadly weapon. The judge granted bail but set it at one hundred grand each. I knew neither of them could post the ten percent they needed to get a bond.
Once they were taken out of the courtroom, Michelle and I waited to talk to the DA. He was an older man with a strong presence and he could be intimidating, which was probably a good thing considering he was on our side.
“What kind of time are they looking at?” I asked.
The DA shrugged. “I’m hoping to get the maximum, twenty years each.”
Michelle gasped. “Twenty years!”
The DA nodded. “I know who these men are, and I know I could do some digging and put them away for longer if I needed to. Racketeering is one of the charges I’m considering.”
“Is there a chance they’ll get off?” Michelle asked, concern on her face.
The DA smiled. “Not with me prosecuting them.”
I smirked. “Thank you. As you know, they’ve sworn to come after her.”
“We’ll get a restraining order in place, but they’re not going anywhere. It isn’t going to be necessary. I promise you I’ll get them both locked up. It’ll be up to the judge to decide how long, but I will push for the maximum considering the seriousness of their crimes.”
Michelle nodded, seeming to relax a bit.
“Let’s go,” I said. “They’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”
We left the courthouse and went to check out a couple apartments.
“Stop!” Michelle said, and I hit the brakes.
“What? What’s wrong.”
She smiled. “Look at that house. It’s got a for rent sign in the yard.”
I pulled up to the curb along a street filled with homes that were part of a nice suburb.
“Do you want to check it out?”
She cringed. “I don’t know. It’s probably expensive. These are nice homes.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “We won’t know unless we ask.”
We got out of the car and walked down the sidewalk, looking at the yards that were well-maintained. There weren’t any cars on blocks or motorcycles littering the front yards. It was one of those all-American neighborhoods I had always dreamed about living in when I was a kid.
“It looks like someone’s there,” I said, pointing to the open front door.
“Oh, it’s probably already rented.”
We opened the gate and walked up the paved sidewalk to the front door.
“Hello?” I called out.
A woman carrying a bottle of cleaner appeared in the doorway. “Hi!”
“Is this place still for rent?” I asked.
The woman smiled. “It is. I just put the sign up a little bit ago. You are the first people to come by. I was doing a little cleaning to get it ready for showing. Would you like to look around?”
I looked at Michelle, who vigorously nodded her head.
“Please.”
The woman gave us a tour of the three-bedroom home with a huge fenced-in backyard. I noticed Michelle spent a lot of time in the open kitchen with the big center island. She kept staring out the window that faced the backyard. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, noticing the tears in her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. Perfect. This place is perfect!”
The woman was the daughter of the homeowner, who had recently passed away. She wasn’t in a position to pay the mortgage and was more than happy to rent the place to us. We left an hour later with the keys in hand.
“Joey is going to flip,” Michelle said from the passenger seat. “I’m going to flip. I cannot believe you rented that place.”
“You said it was perfect.”
“It is. Is there such a thing as too perfect?”
I chuckled as I drove out of the nice neighborhood and headed toward the old Bennett house.
“I don’t think there is. You deserve this. We both do, and Joey definitely deserves to grow up in a safe home.”
“I can’t wait to show him.”
We drove to the old house and quickly packed up Joey’s clothes and toys. Michelle grabbed some of her things as well.
“Do you want to take any of the furniture?” I asked, hoping she would say no.
She wrinkled her nose. “No way am I taking this ratty old stuff to that nice place. The neighbors would probably die if they saw us moving in with this stuff.”
“Good. We can take a trip up to San Francisco. We’ll rent a truck and we can bring my stuff down.”
“Speaking of—how’s Trevor doing? Did he get to see his little girl?”
“Yep. He has her this week. Maybe we can get together with them this weekend. I’d love for Joey to meet his daughter.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Have you talked to Rayne?” I asked her.
She laughed. “Of course.”
“Is she recovered or still traumatized?”
Michelle put the last box of stuff in the trunk of her car. “Rayne doesn’t get traumatized. She took it all in stride. She went back to work yesterday.”
“Good. Trevor asked about her.”
Michelle groaned. “Great. She was asking about him as well.”
“That could be fun. We could have double dates and the kids could hang out and play.”
“Rayne isn’t exactly ready to settle down.”
“I don’t think anyone is ready. It just happens,” I said, getting into the driver’s seat of her car. “Is it time to pick up Joey?”
She nodded. “I want to talk to his teacher and see how he’s doing. He had a rough night last night. I don’t know if it was because we were in another new place of if the Liam situation is haunting him.”
When we got to the school, Joey’s teacher was more than happy to speak with us.
“Joey seems okay. He’s a little quieter than normal, but as I understand it, he’s had a rough couple weeks,” the teacher said. There was a gentleness about her that I appreciated.
I nodded. “He has.”
“We can have him talk to the school counselor if you’d like.”
“Yes,” Michelle and I said together.
The teacher smiled. “Kids are so resilient. It may take some time, but I think he’s going to be fine.”
We stood, thanked the teacher, and headed out to the playground where Joey was running and playing with the other kids in the afterschool daycare program.
When he saw me, he came running, throwing his arms around me and hugging me tight.
“We have a surprise for you!” I told him.
He took a step back and looked at me, then his mom. “What kind of a surprise?” he asked, weariness in his voice.
“A good one, I promise. First, I think we could all use a little ice cream.”
That made him happy. Michelle insisted we go to the diner for pie and ice cream, a tradition she had with Joey. We walked in and were greeted by Rayne.
“It’s good to see you two together and happy,” she said with a wink. “And you,” she said, looking at Joey, “are you here for your pie?”
He nodded. “And ice cream.”
“Oh, today must be a really special day.”
I took Joey to a table, leaving Michelle and Rayne to talk in private for a few minutes. I heard Rayne squeal and looked up in time to see her wrap her arms around Michelle.
“Mom looks really happy,” Joey commented.
“I think she is happy.”
Michelle slid into the booth next to Joey, a glow about her that made me smile. I had put that there and I was pretty damn proud of myself for it.
Rayne delivered three slices of apple pie a la mode and left us to it. Joey talked about his friends at school and how much they had missed him. He seemed like he was bouncing back. I hoped with a solid home environment, he would fully recover from the ordeal.
“Is it time for my surprise yet?” he asked when he finished his pie.
“I think so. What do you think?” Michelle asked
me, a twinkle in her eye.
“Yep. Let’s go.”
“Is it in the car?” Joey asked with confusion.
I shook my head no. He asked a hundred questions as we drove to the new house. I parked the car in the driveway. He got out and looked around.
“Who lives here?” he asked.
“We do!” I told him.
Joey looked at me, then Michelle. “We do?” he asked.
We both nodded. “Let’s go see your new home!”
Joey raced through the house, opening doors and checking out each room.
“Check out this backyard, Joey,” Michelle said, opening up the sliding glass doors.
Joey’s mouth dropped open as he stared out at the yard. The grass was in good shape and was perfect for a little boy to romp around in.
He raced outside, hollering, his arms spread wide as he did a few laps around the perimeter. Michelle and I watched him from the cement patio.
“I think he likes it,” I joked.
“Yes, I think he does. I’ve always wanted a place with a backyard where he could play and be free without worrying about a drive-by shooting or thugs trying to sell him drugs. This all feels like a dream,” she murmured.
“Not a dream. This is real. This is our life together.”
“This is awesome!” Joey shouted, running back into the house.
“I’m glad you like it. Do you want to help me unload the car? We brought some of your stuff over.”
“Did you bring my bed?” he asked.
Michelle laughed. “No. We’ll get you a new bed. For now, we’ll all be sleeping on the floor.”
“Does this mean you guys are going to get married? Am I going to have a real mom and dad like my friends? A real family?”
I looked at Michelle, who had turned three shades of red. “Joey,” she admonished, “we are a real family.”
“No, Mom. Are you going to be his wife?”
I looked down at Joey and shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. We’ll have to see about that.”
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