Wasted (Kenshaw Ranch Book 5)

by Piper Frost

  "Grant," I whisper, shaking my head. "That had to cost a fortune!" He grins and takes my hand, sliding on the ring that fits perfectly. "Holy fuck." I laugh.

  "It's nice having friends in high places. Don't move." Going to his luggage, he unzips and pulls out a silver hook looking thing with a ball on one end, then grabs black rope and a...collar?

  "So this is new," I purr, need rushing between my legs but I can't stop looking at this ring. My ring. From Grant. "Mind filling me in on what all that is?"

  "I bought this just for you." He walks toward me. "This." He holds the ball in front of my face. "Suck."

  I narrow my eyes but pop my mouth open, taking the cold metal over my tongue and closing my lips around it. His eyes are dark and locked on mine as he slowly draws it out.

  "It's going in your ass." He walks behind me and pushes down on my shoulders. "On your knees, baby."

  I let out a heavy breath, butterflies in my stomach and drop to my knees, spreading my legs for him. One hand reaches around and cups my tit, pinching my nipple while his mouth lands on my neck. I feel him slowly start to push the cool metal against my ass.

  "Fuck," I breathe, pushing back against it.

  "Relax, bad girl." He eases it in, trailing his mouth from my shoulder down to the curve of my ass. "Back straight." He tugs at my shoulder and I sit up straighter, feeling too full from the hook.

  His hands wrap around my neck as he hooks the collar around me. My breathing's heavy and one touch right now could send me spiraling. It's been too long since he's played with me. I feel a slight tug on the hook and moan, then he tugs on the collar and it doesn't take me long to realize he just tied them together with the rope I saw. So that's why he said to keep my back straight. Every time I shift as he brings my hands behind my back I feel the hook tug and it's making me even hotter for him.

  By the time he's done he's got my arms tied behind me and the ropes all twisted together that every tiny movement pushes, twists, or pulls at the hook just enough to drive me crazy.

  "Now open your mouth like a good girl and suck my cock as my fiancé." He steps in front of me and unzips, pulling out his hard dick, the tip glistening.

  I lick the tip and let out a moan as the slightest movement has my entire body on fire. God. He grips the back of my hair so even if I wanted to pull back I wouldn't be able to, then pushes himself all the way to my throat. I gasp for a breath and almost choke before he pulls out, my eyes watering and my pussy dripping wet.

  "You're such a good girl." He bends and attacks my mouth, holding my head steady so the hook doesn't tug. Standing again, he shoves his dick into my mouth, thrusting all the way to my throat and grunts before pulling out and leaning down to kiss me again. "Open," he growls. I open my mouth, eyes locked on him. "Fuck, I'd never be able to let you go." He sucks my tongue before biting my lip and pulling as he stands. Grabbing my arm, he carefully helps me to my feet before walking me to the desk and pushes me to bend. "You want me to stop?" His fingers reach down to my clit and rubs softly.

  "Fuck no," I pant, moaning. "It feels so good," I whisper, pushing back against him. "Fuck me, Grant." The tug of the hook every time I move has turned into something I crave. I'm no longer afraid to move, because every time I do I'm reminded how good it fucking feels.

  "You're my bad girl, aren't ya?" His pants hit the floor before he gets into position behind me. He tugs on the hook and I moan, arching my back and pushing against him.

  "Fuck," I hiss. His hands grip my hips and he pushes into me slowly. I've never felt so full. So needed. He starts pulling out slowly then pushes in again harder, making me jolt forward and the hook to pull tighter. "Shit!"

  His hand slaps hard against my ass as he flexes his hips and buries himself to the hilt. "Are you my bad girl, Carter Dawn?" That southern drawl is thick and he slaps my ass hard one more time.

  "Yes!" I scream out, every fiber in me needing just a little more. "I'm your bad girl, Grant!"

  "Fuck yes you are." He groans and bends over me, pushing on the bar and his hips don't stop. "I'm your wolf," he grunts in my ear. "Tell me."

  "You're my wolf," I pant. "Forever." Fuck! He bites down on my ear and fucks me hard. "I'm so close," I whimper. "Fuck, Grant." He stands up as he keeps fucking me and I feel the hook tug slightly and realize he's untied my collar from it. My hands are free and I grip the side of the desk. My head falls to the cool wood and I curse when he starts pulling the hook out slowly. "Oh fuck." I moan louder as he slowly withdraws it. "Fuck!" He slams into me as he slowly pulls it out of me and right as it slides out I scream, my vision blurring and my legs shaking. "Fuck!" My entire body trembles as my orgasm explodes around his dick. "Holy fuck."

  His fingers wrap in my hair and he keeps thrusting until the pulse in my pussy stops. "Fuck, get on your knees, baby." He twists me around, still holding my hair.

  His hand grips his dick and as soon as I fall to my knees he comes with a growl across my face. The look in his eyes is different than the other times we've been in this position. This look is like he's claimed me. I'm his.

  Holding my chin he bends down, dragging his tongue up my cheek to lick his come off. His lips move to mine and he kisses me slow, fully in control like he always is.

  "Tomorrow you're becoming my wife." Before I can respond he's walking away, his tight ass flexing with every step he takes toward the bathroom. "Carter Dawn!" he yells out my name in demand. "I love you, now get your ass in this tub, baby."

  I smirk, standing slowly I find my footing then bring my gaze to my ring.

  I was never a lamb, but he's my wolf.

  Forever.

  "Look me in the eyes," I say holding her face squished between my palms. When her eyes hit mine I smile. "Repeat after me. I."

  "You." She grins and I squish her cheeks more.

  "No. I. You. Carter Dawn." I loosen my hands so she can move her lips.

  "This is crazy," she says, laughing before she makes a face and hisses. "I think you got a soccer player in there, daddy."

  "Carter, say what I say, good girl, then I'll let you eat that chocolate pickle monstrosity." I cringe at the bowl on the table. "I."

  "God that looks so good." She moans. "Fine." Clearing her throat. "I." She cocks her eyebrow at me.

  "Promise my incredibly sexy husband."

  "Want your cock." She giggles when I growl at her. "Fine!" she huffs. "I promise my incredibly sexy husband."

  "I won't go into labor and have our baby before he gets back from Bora Bora."

  "I won't promise that." She rolls her eyes. "I will try my hardest to keep this nugget cooking until you get back, though."

  "I'm not going." I groan and let her face go, moving away. The thought of leaving and her going into labor has given me so much anxiety my pubes are starting to go grey. "They can take a cab. Across the Pacific. They'll be fine."

  We're not due for another week and half. I'll be gone for almost a day. I just have to fly Tommy and Affton to Bora Bora for their honeymoon and fly back. But this baby shit is almost as unpredictable as getting pregnant. Who knew stopping birth control would get you knocked up less than a month later?

  "You're taking them on their honeymoon and you'll be back before the due date." She smiles and taps my nose. "Can I please have my bowl now?"

  "Only if I can put a pickle in your ass and eat it out." I look at her hopeful.

  "You tried that once in my pussy and it didn't end well." She quirks an eyebrow at me and takes the bowl from my hand, dipping the pickle in the ice cream and taking a loud bite of it. "God, it looks so gross but it's so good!"

  "That's a goddamn lie and you know it. I'll be right back. I'm going to tell Tommy they have to find a different way to Bora Bora." I head for the stairs.

  "Wait!" She laughs. "Grant stop! Babe, you're flying out of here in an hour!" She's abandoned her bowl on the table and is coming after me. I'm not sure what she thinks she's going to do to stop me. She can't even walk without holding that round belly an
d hoping she doesn't pee every step. Goddamn, she's sexy knocked up.

  "That baby could come out of that poon chute in seconds, Carter. I can't go." I kiss her lips and her fingers wrap in my hair, holding me from leaving. "Ow, ow, let go please, baby."

  "Tell me you're flying them to Bora Bora." Her grip tightens.

  I furrow my brows and look down at her globe belly. He's not supposed to arrive for a week and a half. It'll be okay. But my gut is telling me otherwise.

  "I gotta go fuel the plane." I push my lips to hers. "I love you." Getting to my knees I hold her stomach and kiss it before pressing my lips to it. "Daddy loves you!" I shout and get kicked in the nose by the nugget.

  Carter laughs and her hands rub the side of her belly. "Mommy loves you too, but I'd love you even more if you got off my bladder." She winces. "I gotta pee!" She takes off toward the bathroom and stops before turning back around and heading for me. Her arms go around my neck and she slams her lips to mine. "I love you, Grant Matthews. Make it home safely."

  I kiss her a little slower, deeper and start sliding my hand over the globe, headed downward. "You into water sports?" I grin but before I get to her thighs, she shoves me away and runs for the bathroom.

  I've never regretted being friends with Tommy and Affton more than I do right now. They got married a couple months ago. On the Kenshaw Ranch no less, go figure. But they're just now clearing time in their schedules to go on their honeymoon. Affton insisted they'd fly commercial but Tommy told me to man up. Carter's not due yet. He's right and I have some time so I agreed. I'll be back in twenty-four hours.

  Can a person overdose from antacid? I've eaten an entire bottle on this long ass trip and it's still not helping the indigestion I have from nerves. I've checked in with Carter at least forty-six times and our baby's still sitting on her bladder. I practically shove Tommy and Affton off the ramp but there's no point in rushing them. I have to go through check and fuel up anyway.

  I've never been more bored on a flight than I am this flight back to my woman. We have the house to ourselves which means we can fuck all over the place and I can put random things of Affton's in Carter's pussy. Affton's starting to worry though because her things keep going missing. Carter never lets me put them back after they've been inside her. I think Affton's starting to wonder if I'm a klepto.

  Popping another antacid my phone starts to ring a video call from Carter and I smirk. Hopefully she's got her selfie stick out and is spread eagle with her phone aimed at her pussy. After the globe grew too big, she stopped being able to reach her pussy easily, but I'm up for a little air masturbating to my girl playing with her pussy.

  "Hey, bad girl. You miss this dick already?" I answer and the black screen finally comes to focus and it's Kinlee Hart. No Carter Dawn and the look on her face is panic.

  "Hey," Kinlee says nervously and I hear a noise in the background like someone's growling. Kinlee's eyes go wide and she tries her hardest to smile but it comes out a cringe. "So how soon until you get home?" Another scream in the background.

  "Four hours. What the hell is that noise?" Acid's starting to rise up my throat because I know what it is. But not until I'm told will I let myself get sick.

  "Get this thing out of me!" I hear Carter scream and Kinlee scrunches her face.

  "She went into labor, Grant." She turns the camera to face Carter in the hospital bed and I cover my mouth, almost puking. It's a little dramatic, but I fucking knew it.

  "Woman!" I shout at the screen. "You did this to spite me, you wicked woman." When my plane starts to descend, I quickly realize I turned off autopilot. Setting my gears, I grab the phone with both hands. "Shit. Shit. Baby, I'm coming."

  Carter's face twists and she tries saying something but it comes out a loud moan and the camera shakes. I can't fucking believe I'm missing this. I hear Kinlee talking her through it but it's not me. This is my wife. My child. My entire fucking life and I'm not there.

  "Kinlee," I snap into the phone until her face comes back on the screen. "You're staying with her, right?"

  Affton's going to be so pissed. Them crazy broads thought for sure my son would go past his due date. I told them they're wrong. My boy wants to join the world and fuck shit up. Of course he'd be early.

  "Of course," she blurts, then turns the camera back to Carter. "She's been at this a few hours now but refused to come to the hospital. Bo had to practically carry her to the truck."

  "I can't keep him in, baby," Carter pants, resting her head back on the pillow out of breath. "I'm sorry, Grant."

  I groan. "Good girl, listen. I'm right here. Focus your pretty head on delivering our son. I love you, baby. I'll be there in a few hours, and I'm not hanging up until I know you two are okay." I smile at the screen to try and ease the worry on her face but I'm tearing up over her. I'm missing my son's birth and my woman is delivering him on her own. Well, I guess Kinlee's there. And Bo. Bo better not be anywhere near her vagina.

  She screams out a response and Kinlee fumbles with the phone. Finally someone else picks it up and aims it at my girl and I can see everything. I see Kinlee holding her hand, stroking her hair. I see a nurse on her other side telling her when to push. And lastly I see my son being born and placed on Carter's chest. When she doesn't move for a full minute, I start to panic.

  "Someone!" I scream at the phone. "Is she okay?" Carter looks up and around for me, finally cradling our baby. "Fuck," I breathe and wipe the snot and tears from my face. "Fuck, fuck." I've never been through anything that scary in my life. "Shit, someone give me back to my wife." I don't even know who's holding the damn phone anymore. They take the baby from her chest and panic hits me again.

  I'm passed around for a few minutes, then set down. It's almost thirty minutes when I'm picked up again and am aimed at Carter while she holds our son.

  "He's perfect," she whispers, unable to take her eyes off the blue bundle in her arms.

  "Good girl." I don't want her to hear I'm crying, but I'm fucking bawling thirty five thousand feet in the air while the woman I love is back home and just gave birth to the second best thing in my life.

  "I love you, Grant," she says, finally looking up at the phone. "Get home safe, okay?" She's mumbling and looks completely exhausted but she's holding on to that boy like she'd die before letting anyone take him from her.

  "I love you, Carter Dawn." I wipe my face again and look at my son. "I'll be home to you two soon, baby."

  At least I got to witness it over the phone. I guess we'll just have to do it again and next time I won't leave.

  "Hey, baby," I say before they hang up. "How soon until you can get pregnant again?"

  Kinlee's wide-eyed face comes on the screen and she's looking at me like I'm insane before the phone disconnects.

  I laugh.

  I love my fucking life.

  THE END

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