So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  It was not an easy day at the hospital. Not only did there seem to be bad luck wave going on, all of the victims were brought to our ER. The cases kept me busy, but I still found my mind wandering to Chris.

  I really couldn't figure out why I had freaked out before. I loved Chris and wanted to be with him. Why did I run when I thought he felt the same? I guess I was just afraid of our perfect bubble popping and cold reality setting in. Talking about the future made it too real. Though I couldn't keep running from it. Literally or figuratively. Not with a very real baby on the way.

  I needed to talk to him. I had to get everything off my chest. When I could take a break, I called.

  “Christopher Stewart, art director,” Chris answered, in professional mode.

  “Hey, Chris.”

  “Shae?”

  “Yeah. I'm sorry I ran out on you earlier. We really need to talk can you come over tonight for dinner?”

  “Aren't you working late?”

  “No, I'm just filling in on a half shift for someone who fell ill. Strange how often that happens to hospital staff.”

  “Okay.”

  There wasn’t much more I could say over the phone, so I hung up and got back to work. Now all I had to figure out was how to break the news to him in person.

  ****

  The door to my apartment was ajar when I got home. I was going to unlock it, but the door pushed open as soon as the key touched the lock. Trying to be quiet, I called the police on my cellphone. I was ready to wait in the hall until the cops came, but then I heard Jeepers meowing in pain.

  Gripped by protection instincts, I charged in, pepper-spray at the ready. However, I was definitely not prepared for what I saw when I got to the living room. Ellis was trying to stuff Jeepers into a carrier, and the little kitty was putting up a hell of a fight.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded.

  “What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be home until three in the morning. I've been watching you come home from work!” Ellis demanded as though I had done something wrong by coming home.

  “Do you have any idea how creepy that sounds? It also doesn't answer my question about my kitten.”

  “I was just looking for my helmet but couldn't find it. I saw the cat, so I grabbed it.”

  “I sold your stupid helmet, remember?”

  “Do you have any idea what that helmet meant to me?” my ex screamed, his face going red.

  “You ordered it on eBay! It's not like it was a family heirloom or anything. If it was, I wouldn't have taken it. What are you doing with my cat? You don't even like cats!”

  “I was just taking away something you love as compensation. He should fetch a pretty penny on the online market.”

  As though he understood what was just said, Jeepers chose that exact moment to bite hard into Ellis's had. He howled in pain. The cat still had his sharp milk teeth. Ellis dropped him, letting the kitten scurry to safety in the bedroom.

  My ex started to rant like I had never heard before. His face turning a distressing shade of red. For the first time in my life, I was genuinely afraid of him. I had no idea Ellis was capable of such rage, especially about something so trivial as pawned sports memorabilia and a cat bite. He was always verbally abusive and domineering, but he had never actually hit me.

  “Get out,” I yelled. “The police are on the way.”

  Giving a hearty, mocking laugh, he started knocking various knick-knacks off the display shelf, asking if I loved them.

  “I am going to press charges. You'd better leave now if you want a chance to escape before the cops get here.”

  “You have no proof, you stupid bitch.”

  “The building has security cameras at every entrance. There will be tapes of you coming in.”

  For one, brief, glorious moment, Ellis actually looked scared. All the blood drained from his face. It was short-lived, however, and he soon shrugged it off, getting even angrier.

  “You are going to give up something you love to pay for stealing my helmet. I wonder how you would feel if I killed Chris?”

  “What?” I stepped away from him. My back hit the wall.

  Ellis glared at me. “I could kill your little boy toy. You love him, right? How would you feel if he was suddenly gone? Unfairly taken away from you. Erased from your life. Even though you love him.”

  “You wouldn't dare.”

  “Sure, I would,” he said with a crazy smile.

  “He would kick your ass. Even if he didn't, Aden would come after you. He's ex-military, you know.”

  “I have a gun.”

  That much was true. Ellis had shown it to me after he bought it, mugging and posing like an idiot. He had said at the time it was to protect me. I had even been dumb enough to believe it then. I had recently realized it had just been another power move. I didn't think he would ever use it one me, but I realized that he had wanted me to know that he could. He really was a twisted fuck.

  Gritting my teeth to keep from screaming, I lunged at him, hitting him in the face with pepper-spray. Ellis screamed in agony, clutching his face. Just then, the door slammed open, and I turned expecting the cops, instead seeing Chris storming in.

  “Shae?”

  Ellis froze, hearing the new arrival. I thought it might be over, but then he gave a ragged yell, running in what he thought was my direction. Instead, he found the business end of a powerful roundhouse kick delivered by Chris.

  Ellis flew backward and slammed down onto the floor and did not get up again. On instinct, I went over and checked his pulse. He was alive but out cold. As though on cue, the police arrived.

  Chapter Sixteen - Chris

  I tried to be stoic for Shae's sake, but inside my head was whirling. The cops had been pretty good about the whole thing. Shae quickly explained what had happened and exactly who was the bad guy in the scenario.

  In a lovely bit of poetic justice, Ellis had woken up just as the police were cuffing him. Fighting and yelling, he was hauled all the way out of the apartment, apparently missing the bit about remaining silent. In the end, it took four officers, one carrying him by each limb, to get him out.

  Shae seemed okay for the most part. She was a bit shaky but generally composed. Quite impressive, given the circumstances. It wasn't every day, or ideally any day, that her crazy ex broke into her apartment, and all things considered, she was really taking it in stride.

  “Are you okay?” I asked again.

  “Yeah, a bit shaken but okay. At least the only one to get hurt was Ellis.”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned pale and started to panic, running toward the bathroom, calling her cat. Jeepers came out right away and started rubbing up against her legs. He seemed to be okay despite the scary situation.

  After rubbing up against Shae for a while, the kitten jumped up on the couch, curling up on my lap as Shae came and sat beside me. Pretty soon the kitty was purring and content.

  “I know how he feels,” Shae said, scratching his little head.

  “How's that?”

  “I'm really sorry I ran out today. Things got kind of real, and I didn't know if I was ready to deal with it.”

  “Deal with what?”

  She took a deep breath. “Well, for starters, I actually am pregnant. I know I acted silly at first. Though it is true. I am carrying your baby. Wow, it is still surreal to say.”

  “When —”

  “When I was on top, and you didn't have time to pull out.”

  “Oh. Is that why you let me come in you at the lake house?”

  “Yeah, I figured I couldn't get pregnant twice.” She shrugged.

  I looked at Shae. Her pink hair had pulled out a bit from the bun she usually kept it in for work. Her cheeks were pink. Her eyes drooped, appearing tired. But she was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen. She was glowing. I knew part of that was the pregnancy, but there was another aspect to the glow. It was like the heavens telling me that this was the woman who wa
s meant for me.

  “I love you so much,” I said before I knew what I was saying.

  “I love you, too. For real. I mean, I know we're already dating for real, but it is more than that. I want… I want it all. Everything we talked about when we were just making things up. The house, the kids. We don't have to get married if you don't want to, but I do want to be with you. For the rest of my life.”

  I put my arm around my love pulling her close and kissing her on the forehead. I wanted to tell her I felt the same, that I loved her with all my heart. That I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life but didn't know if I could. I was just so overcome with emotion.

  “I love you so much. And I'm happy about the baby,” I whispered in her ear.

  “You are?”

  “Of course. I think we're going to be great parents. You might have to work a bit less for a while, but I think I make enough to support us all while you're on maternity leave.”

  “Where would we live?”

  “Well, a house as soon as we can start looking,” I explained. “Any house you want.”

  “And until then?”

  “We would have to move in together. Either into one of the apartments we already have or a different, slightly bigger place.”

  “I'm not sure I want to be here anymore,” Shae admitted.

  “I get that, I think. So, my apartment?”

  “Seems best. We'll share rent, of course. At least until I have to take time off to have the baby.”

  “I wouldn't have it any other way,” I admitted, hugging her close.

  “Sex?” Shae asked out of nowhere.

  “Yes, please!”

  “No, I mean, we would still have sex, right? When I'm pregnant?”

  “Sound to me like we already have.”

  “Yeah, sorry for lying and all,” she mumbled, looking at the floor.

  “You're forgiven, my love.”

  “Seriously, do you think you'll still —”

  “Of course. Not to be vulgar, but I can’t really think of very many scenarios in which I wouldn't want to have sex with you.”

  “Wow, you really know how to flatter a girl,” Shae said, giggling again.

  “I'm serious.”

  “I know.”

  “Your place?” she asked, standing.

  “Sure.”

  We had put the sleeping Jeepers in a carrier to bring him with us, Shae somewhat paranoid about leaving him alone again. The elevator was taking a bit too long, so I swooped Shae up into my arms — baby, Jeepers, and all — and carried them up the stairs to my apartment. Dropping Jeepers off on the couch, we continued into the bedroom.

  I could hardly get Shae’s clothes off fast enough. Luckily, she was wearing her scrubs, so they came off rather easily. Her sneakers were still on when I started licking her pussy, Shae moaning loudly, running her fingers through my hair. I licked her to a screaming, shaking, beautiful orgasm, getting her ready for what was coming next.

  Leaving her in basically the same position — the edge of the bed being our favorite kind of sex, I put her legs over my arms, knees flush with my elbows, and stroked the head of my cock against her precious pussy. Stoking her up even more than she already was. When she was literally trembling with anticipation, I eased in the first few inches of my long cock, basking in the lovely feeling of her luscious pussy closing around it.

  When I was in as far as I could go, I started to move gently inside her, leaning down and kissing her passionately as I did so. Shae moved her hips as best she could, trying to keep pace with my thrusts. It wasn't close to the first sex we'd had, but it really was the best. All the stress and concern so present during the other times was now completely gone, leaving nothing but us and our love. We were entirely present for the moment and feeling better than when we had ever dared imagine.

  Thrusting softly into Shae, I lovingly worked her tender pussy, pressing at different angles and at different speeds. With each stroke, we kissed or looked into each other’s eyes, making our connection deeper. It truly felt like we were one. Our love was manifesting into the movements we made. I had never felt so close to someone before. It was awesome. The near Zen look on Shae’s face was filling me with a warm joy.

  As we moved and writhed together, the friction between our bodies increased. Her pussy, such a perfect fit, got hotter and tighter. My dick was straining.

  Here was my love. My life. And she was carrying my baby. Life had never been so perfect before.

  Shae gasped. She threw her head back, breaking our connected gaze, but thrust her body towards me. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm in her. Her pussy quivered. It heated and gripped me hard. I couldn’t stand it, letting go and unleashing all of my seed into her waiting womb. As my dick squirted, her pussy released and pulsed around me. We came together, breathlessly.

  I held her tight, not ready to let go. I never would be prepared to let go.

  Epilogue - Shae

  A great acting teacher once said, there are no small parts, only small actors. I wondered if the same logic applied to art galleries. The space was undoubtedly small, but it was also centrally located in Vegas, and Dixie seemed happy as a clam just to be there. She was smiling and mingling as though the opening were being held at the Guggenheim.

  This could have had something to do with the fact that the vast majority of her work had SOLD stickers on them. And the prices on the tags next to the hanging art were not modest by any stretch of the imagination. I had wondered how Dixie had managed to afford all the adventures she had gone on with grandpa's pension. Suddenly I had a much better idea of how she lived.

  The critics agreed with the buyer's enthusiasm, most of them raving about Dixie's technique and her honest and insightful perspective on the trials and joys of aging. Though, honestly, all I saw was a lot of naked old people.

  As we continued to browse the paintings, Chris by my side and little Bridgit kicking away in my belly, my love suddenly stooped, getting an odd look on his face. I could tell he wanted to swear but didn't seem quite able to settle on one a word bad enough.

  “What's wrong?”

  “She actually did it.”

  Indeed, Dixie had. Among the usual cadre of naked people was the paining Grandma did of Chris. She had somehow expanded it to three feet of canvas, and he was indeed entirely nude. Fortunately, Dixie had hidden his manly bits behind a tastefully placed, and relatively large, bowl of fruit.

  It really was difficult not to giggle, his expression just so stricken. “Look on the bright side,” I said between giggles.

  “What might that be?”

  “She made you so ridiculously muscular no one is going to believe that it's you.”

  “That really doesn't help,” Chris said with a cringe.

  I braced myself as Dixie and Stan, Dixie's new beau and even younger than Victor at fifty, came toward us.

  “Darlin'!” Dixie said, giving me a big hug.

  “Hey, Grandma Dixie.”

  “What do you think?”

  “It's very creative,” I ventured.

  “Yes, it did take quite a lot of imagination. Chris didn't give me a lot to work with.”

  “Glad to hear it,” Stan quipped, making everyone but Chris laugh.

  “At least you didn't imagine too much,” Chris said.

  “I think he means his penis,” I clarified.

  “I would never do a full nude of the man who is going to marry my granddaughter. You have proposed, right?”

  There was a minute of silence as Dixie and Chris stared at one another.

  “What's going on?” I asked.

  “Might as well tell her now, darlin'.”

  “I met Dixie for lunch last week to see about getting her ring to propose with.”

  “You wha —”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful old engagement ring that looked like it cost a lot more than two month's salary. I nearly gasped when he then got down on one knee right there in the gallery
.

  “I had reservations for a fancy restaurant, but at least we'll have somewhere to go when we're done.”

  I was far too overcome with sweet emotion and deep amusement to care about any of that. Chris was going to propose, and I was so ready.

  “This feels pretty perfect to me. Friends and family all around us.”

  “Shae Garrison, will you marry me?”

  “Yes! Now get up and kiss me, you fool!”

  “That's pretty much what I said too,” Dixie hummed, beaming.

  Chris slid the ring onto my finger and stood up, kissing me tenderly. Everyone in the assembled crowd burst out into spontaneous applause.

  We spent another hour at the gallery, looking at the paintings and chatting with our parents and Aden, Camilla, and Cooper, who had come down to show support. Camilla actually gasped when I showed her the ring.

  Staying a respectable amount of time, we drove like crazy back to our apartment. I hadn't worn underwear under my little black dress, a bit of naughty rebellion that had made me feel sexy when I had thought of it and suddenly served a very functional purpose. Chris got me stripped down and bent over the couch in about two seconds flat.

  Kneeling behind me, he buried his tongue in my pussy, putting some recently learned techniques to the test, and making me feel weak in the knees. It seemed impossible, but somehow, the sex had gotten even better after we finally admitted how we felt about each other and what we wanted. No more secrets. No more lies. No more fear. Everyone we cared about knew about us and wholeheartedly approved. It felt amazing.

  Quickly switching places, I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could actually getting it past my gag reflex and sucked him as hard as I dared, lest he cum too soon. It was the first time I had managed to get him in that far and wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. Eventually Chris came, dumping his load down my throat.

  My pussy well and truly prepared, I lay down on my back and spread my legs wide. Chris instantly took me by the ankles, sliding the huge, warm head of his cock inside me. The sheer, beautiful size of him still able to make me gasp with both surprise and delight. I moved with him, gently bucking my hips as he lovingly pumped me, tenderly working his cock in my tight little pussy.