by ChaShiree M.
“We are going to be late,” she moans but doesn’t make a move to get out from under me.
“We have time, Red,” I assure her, continuing to chase our pleasure.
I feel her pussy clench around as she screams my name, I fill her yet again with my seed. There is no way I haven’t bred her at this point, but one thing at a time. Finally, we are on the road headed to my parents’ house, only about twenty minutes late. At least we can blame it on Chicago traffic.
Chapter Twelve
Frannie
We’ve been in the car for almost an hour heading towards the suburbs where his parents live, and it is definitely not a good thing. The no talking is giving my mind time to think about all the differences and making my nerves worse. Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I can't help but to feel things. Things I never thought I would feel.
For instance, I have always considered myself to be independent. The type of person who never asks for help and doesn’t allow anyone to help me past a certain point. So, can someone please tell me what the hell I am doing in this car with this gorgeous beautiful man, who basically wants to pay for everything in my life and take care of me? No screw that. What is happening to me that I want to let him?
“You doing ok, over there, baby?” He asks, putting his hand on my lap. Immediately goose bumps form on my thighs and I have the urge to open my legs and slide his hand up the middle so he can ease the ache building just from his hands.
“I’m fine. Just thinking. You know. Trying to prepare myself for what I am walking into.” His hand moves a bit and I have to swallow the moan threatening to leave my mouth.
“Look at me Red.” I turn to look at him, my legs moving as a result. His voice leaves no room for argument, and to be honest at this point all I want is for him to fuck me right here and now.
“I would never bring you into a situation that would cause you any type of pain. Even when it involves my family. Do you understand?” I gulp. My nipples are hardening as his voice caresses every inch of me with his forcefulness.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I understand.” It isn’t until he responds that I note we have stopped driving and his hand is right where I want it.
“Good. Now, let’s go inside, get squeezed by my mom, eat, and leave so I can have dessert.” He says all of this while his fingers flick back and forth inside of my pussy, causing my breathing to pick up.
“Baron.” I squeak out as my eyes are rolling to the back of my head. I am about to tell him not to stop, when he pulls his fingers out of me. My eyes pop open and I see him sucking his fingers like he has found his favorite cotton candy.
“So fucking sweet.” he says shaking his head before he winks at me and opens the door.
‘Asshole.’ I think as I am huffing and puffing to calm myself down. This is not how I pictured being when I met his mother. He opens the door, holds his hand out, and though I am pissed at him, I can’t help but smile and go wherever he leads. Hand in hand we walk up the driveway. About three quarters of the way up, I have to stop and blink.
Holy shit!!! Fuck. What house? In fact, I wouldn’t even call this place a mansion. No. This is a castle. It's huge. The house. The grounds. Hell, walking up the driveway is like walking down a normal street, and he grew up here?
“Stop. Whatever you are thinking I want you to stop it. It is just a house.” I look at him and roll my eyes.
“Are you crazy? This is more than a house, Baron. I knew your parents were rich and your dad is a senator, but this?” I gesture to the house and try not to turn and run.
“Baby, look at me.” He turns me towards him. “Calm down. Don’t judge a book by its cover. This house often gives people one impression and then you realize my family is nothing like what you see on the outside. Come on.” He kisses me on the forehead and pulls me behind him. We barely make it up the stairs before the front door opens.
“My baby boy.” A beautiful tall willowy woman, who is wearing a pair of jeans and a silk blouse, stands in the doorway holding her arms open. I can’t help but smile, simply because something about her is bright and warm. I can feel it from here.
“Hi mom.” Baron says trying not to hug her. I can’t tell if it is because he is reluctant to walk away from me, or if he just doesn’t want to hug her. I hope it is not the latter. I would give anything to have a mom to hug right now.
“Don’t hi mom me. Get up here and hug your mama.” she says to him. He sighs and walks up to her. She wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek.
“My sweet boy. I am always happy to see you.” she says to him, before releasing him and turning her attention to me. “Are you going to introduce me?”
“Yes. Of course.” He motions to me. I walk further up the stairs and into his arms. “Mom, I would like for you to meet my Francesca.” I can’t stop fidgeting with my fingers trying to figure out what to say.
“Oh my. I never thought I would see the day one of my boys brought a girl home. Aren’t you beautiful?” She says, smiling at me and covering her mouth.
“Thank you, ma’am. It’s so nice to meet you.” I extend my hand, not sure what else to do.
“There will be no handshaking in this house, young lady. You have obviously had an impact on my boy, and he must really see a future with you to bring you home. Come and hug me sweet girl.” She opens her arms and I find myself falling into them.
There is something about getting affection from a mom that calls to me, and I am not disappointed. I am warmer and more at ease than I have been since I lost my own. How could Baron not reach for this feeling every chance he gets?
I don’t know how long we are standing here with me wrapped in her arms. We are finally pulled apart by the deepest voice I have ever heard.
“Dear, I am sure the girl would like to breathe.” Pulling back, I am met with a man who looks almost like he could be Dermott Mulroney from My Best Friend’s Wedding. He is tall, slender, and a bit pale. But totally a silver fox. It would help if I watched the news, but I don’t. So I have never seen the senator before.
“Hello. My name is Kieran and it is so nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you sir.”
“None of this sir silliness. My son brought you home. That makes you a part of this family. You can call me Kieran or dad. Got it?” I nod my head and laugh even as the tears fall.
“Got it.” I answer in between the tears. His mom wraps her arms around my shoulders and ushers me inside. Whoa doesn’t even begin to cover it. I will simply say, silver and white. Everywhere.
“You come with me while the guys finish grilling. My other sons should be here soon. In the meantime, let’s get to know one another.” We spend the next hour talking. I tell her about my parents, my exchange, college, meeting Baron...everything. She listens contently, soaking it all in.
“My poor girl. You have been through so much. I think it was meant for you and Baron to meet.”
“You think so?”
“I do.” she says nodding her head. “Did Baron ever tell you about how he came to be my son?”
“A little.”
“My husband and I tried for years to get pregnant. We tried everything. Medicine. Invitro. Nothing worked. Finally, a doctor told me I was infertile. We were devastated. All we have ever wanted was children. After spending a year or so going through Kieran’s mayoral election, moving and me deciding between being a charge nurse and quitting my job to become a mayor’s wife. We went to a fundraiser for one of the local foster homes and it was there talking to one of the sponsors that it hit me. That night I went home and talked to Kieran. He agreed we could do so much good by adopting.” I am sitting here listening to her and my heart is more than hurting for her pain. But how wonderful is she putting that aside to help others.
“We went to the Chicago Home for Boys and talked with the social worker about possibly doing some donations. As we were leaving, we came across Baron and his brothers. My husband and I went home that night and we were both
on the same page. We knew we had to love all of them. We were sent there for a reason. Like fate, if you will. What we saw was four little boys, forced to become young men, trying to protect one another, and we simply fell in love with the fight in them. So, after our initial interaction and a phone call or two with a few connections, the rest, as they say, is history. The thing is, Frannie...may I call you Frannie?”
“Yes.” I tell her anxiously, wanting her to tell me everything. I have been frantic to learn all I can about him and now is my time.
“Thank you. The thing is, he is my youngest. When we got them, he was my shyest and quietest of the four boys. But he was also my most affectionate. He never had a mother and was eager for the love of one. However, as he and my other boys got older, he became almost… ashamed to seek me out. I make all of them hug me, so they never doubt my love for them. But Baron, he has always had the most doubt inside of him. Being told his mom gave him away at birth, left unworthiness inside of him. Something his dad and I have worked diligently to undue. My poor boy.” She covers her mouth as she weeps for him. I find myself trying to hold it in as well. My sweet, confident, sexy man. Who knew it was an act? All I want to do is make it better.
“Dinner!” We hear yelled from the other room. We both force a smile and wipe our faces as we walk into the dining room.
“Everything ok?” He asks me, as he pulls out my chair. Looking up at him, I wrap my arms around his neck and look into the eyes of my wounded man. Now I am seeing him much clearer. I know the other night when he broke down a bit and he told me something similar. But there is something about hearing it from his mother that makes it more prevalent.
“Everything is fine, babe.” I lean up and kiss him before sitting.
The rest of dinner is fun, even with no one else showing up. Marquise is not ready for his mom to get a hold of the young lady he took from the alley. Prince is out of town and Duke is under the weather. We eat. Laugh and get to know one another. In fact, it was almost perfect. Until his father hits the doom button.
“So Frannie. When does your student visa expire if you are not in school?” If it weren’t for the fact that he has been nothing but sweet, kind and welcoming to me since I have been here, I would be skeptical about his asking. But somehow, I just don’t get anything negative from this family.
“Actually, I have a meeting with the school tomorrow. If I can get them to extend my scholarship, then I enroll for spring. My visa can then be extended for a year. If not, it is….” I stop realizing that it is up at the end of the month which is in… five days.
“Frannie.” Baron calls my name, his face serious as he awaits my answer.
“Five days.” I whisper. My gut is beginning to hurt thinking about leaving him.
The rest of dinner is quiet like everyone else can feel the sudden loss as well. As we leave the house, I feel like I am going further and further into the darkness... He says nothing the entire ride back and neither do I. I just keep hoping over and over that they extend my scholarship. How cruel would it be to find him, only to have to leave him? We get upstairs to his penthouse, he drops his keys on the side table, and walks into the room. Not sure what is happening, I take off my shoes and sit on the couch. He comes back out and stands in front of me.
“We are going to the courthouse tomorrow to get married.” It takes me a moment to realize what he said. As soon as I do, my body begins to heat up with anger and hurt.
“Are you fucking serious? No!” Is all I can say without losing it.
“What do you mean no? Of course, we are. It’s the perfect solution. Then you don't have to worry about a visa.” He says so cockily. It pisses me off even more. How does he not see how fucked up this is?
“Baron, when I get married, it will not be because of some stupid political rule. I want to marry for love, Baron. Don’t you?” I am pleading with him to just say he loves me. If he would just say the words, I would say yes right now.
“Why are you making a big deal about this Red? You already belong to me. What’s the difference? At least this way you don’t have to leave.” He turns his back and goes to get a drink. I thought I couldn't get angrier but looking at his back at a time like this, sends me seething.
“Baron I am not going to marry you.” I yell at him. I grab my purse, coat, and am headed out the door when he yells at me.
“Don’t walk out that fucking door, Red. Don’t turn your back on me.” Is he serious? I stop for a moment before continuing to leave. As the door closes, I hear a glass hit it. I sprint to the elevator with a river running down my face. I think it is finally time to go home to Canada. I just wish my heart felt it too.
Chapter Thirteen
Baron
Two Weeks Later
I knew the second she left that I had fucked up. And, fucked up big time. In my head I am going over every minute of every day that we were together. It’s still unbelievable that Frannie walked out the door and turned her back on me, on us. If you can imagine, I haven’t been dealing with it well. To be honest, I haven’t been dealing with anything very well. The past two weeks have felt like it’s been about two years at the very least.
I have tried to give her the space she thinks she needs, but enough is enough. I can’t sleep without her by my side. Even though her student visa expired days ago, I know she hasn’t left the country. Trent is still on her. I have asked him to keep his distance, but I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to her because she is mad at me. What she is mad at me for I still don’t know, but it doesn’t mean that I am not protecting her.
At the moment, I am standing outside her door poised to knock when the door is wrenched open.
“Shit, Baron. You scared me,” Esther says clutching at her chest. Her keys jangle loudly as they fall to the floor. Quickly, I bend down and pick them up. Handing them to her, she doesn’t budge from the doorway.
“Sorry about that, Esther. Where is she?” I demand.
“If you think that I am letting you in here after the stunt you pulled-”
“Stunt? It wasn’t a stunt, Esther. I need to marry her. I love her.”
“Maybe you should tell her that instead of me.” Esther says her hands on her hips.
“I am trying too,” I say exasperated. Duke warned me that I’d need the best friend on my side if I am ever going to get anywhere.
“Not good enough,” she says, but then she cracks a smile.
“Let him in, Esther,” I hear my girl say from inside the apartment.
“I’m going out and won’t be back tonight. I hope you guys make up,” she says stepping back to allow me to pass. Then she’s out the door.
Walking into the apartment, I find her laying down on the couch. She is covered up with a blanket and watching Moulin Rouge. She hits pause and sits up.
“Hi, Baron. Have a seat,” she says, gesturing to the couch.
“Hi, Red,” I respond, taking a seat on the couch.
“How have you been?” She asks.
“Not great. You?”
“Me either,” she admits as she is playing with the frayed edge of the blanket.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” she says softly.
“Why are we doing this? I hate that you are not next to me in bed. When I reach for you, you aren’t there. I ache for you,” I tell her. “We don’t have to get married,” I lie.
“I recognize that you are trying to accommodate me, Baron. You’ve given me space. Space that I desperately needed. It makes me love you more. You don’t-”
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask interrupting her.
“What? What did I say?” She asks.
“You just said that you love me. I need you to say it again,” I say barely hanging on to my sanity.
“I love you,” she says laughing,
“I love you too,” I tell her.
“You do?” she asks.
“Of course, I do. Where have you been? Have we not been in the same relationshi
p?”
“I hoped, but I had no idea.”
“That’s probably my fault. In the foster home, I only had my brothers and we made a makeshift family. Then we were adopted, and for the first time I knew what love was. I purposefully closed myself off from any other kind of love to keep from getting hurt. You changed me in a way I didn’t expect. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you, Frannie.
She looks at me with unshed tears in her eyes. Her soft hand touches my cheek and I lean into it.
“Mon homme triste,” she says, climbing onto my lap and facing me. While I am brushing and moving my lips over hers, I remove the tears that have fallen by using my thumbs and gently sliding them from her face,
“What does that mean, Red?” I really have to learn French.
“My sad man,” she murmurs, kissing me again.
“I am not sad anymore,” I tell her as I am kissing her neck. She’s back in my arms, where she belongs.
“Good,” she says, throwing her head back. “Fuck, I missed you, Baron,” she tells me.
“Missed you too, baby.”
“Take me to bed,” she demands.
“We won’t make it.” I rip her sweatpants off and find that she isn't wearing any panties. “Fuck, this pussy.”
“Yes. Yes. That’s what I want.” She reaches between us and pulls my belt open and the button of pants. Once my cock is out, she uses her knees and pushes herself up before impaling herself on my hard dick.
“Fuckkkk,” I groan as her pussy wraps around me.
Up and down our bodies are thrusting together. This is going to be quick. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been inside her. It doesn’t take long for the both of us to come. She slumps forward and rests her head on my shoulder. I stand with her in my arms.