Charity
Heaven Hill Shorts #6
Laramie Briscoe
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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Blurb
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Charity Walker
When my daughter, Justice, was kidnapped. It took a lot from me, too.
My sense of safety.
My confidence as a mom.
My belief that most people are good.
The same thing wouldn’t happen twice to the same family…right?
The chance it will is what scares me the most.
Chapter One
She's okay. She's asleep, and the alarm is set, Drew is here. Nothing is going to hurt her. She's okay.
This is the pep talk I give myself every night after I tuck the girls in, and before I check on them on my way to my own bed. Every. Single. Night. The same pep talk, the same grip of fear squeezing my stomach tight.
“She’s fine.”
The deep voice of my husband whispers behind me. Drew is my rock. The one who knows all my fears, who understands I don’t sleep well most nights anymore, and realizes when I need him behind me to hold my tired body up. “I know,” I turn in his arms.
“Do you?” His voice is soft, nodding toward where they lay in bed.
I close my eyes. “I do.”
He gives me a look, those eyes of his seeming to see into my very soul. There’s disbelief shining there, along with a sense of worry. He wraps his arm around my neck, pulling me as far into his body as my stomach will allow me to go. His strength takes me into the hallway, where he turns on the light, pushing me toward our bedroom.
When we get there, he turns on the light, shutting the door behind him.
I walk ahead, knowing what’s coming. I don’t love when we have to have these conversations, so I’m doing my best to avoid it.
He’s leaning against the door, his eyes tracking me as I walk around the room, tidying up things that don’t need it. His gaze is burning into my flesh. Truth is, I can’t ignore it, even if I wanted to. When I’ve done all I can to appear busy, I face him, my arms crossed over my chest.
Surprise, surprise, he’s leaning against the door, posture the same.
“What?” I sigh.
He sighs right back at me. “You can’t keep doin’ this, Char. It’s not good for you,” his head dips down, indicating my stomach. “Not good for the baby. We can’t live in fear.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I accuse.
Those loving eyes of his turn dark, defiant, and downright pissed. “The fuck it is. None of this is easy, but you know what scares me more than anything?”
I lift my chin, daring him to tell me.
His voice is hoarse as he almost chokes on emotion. “Losing you and him because I don’t make you feel safe enough.”
“Drew…”
“Kills me, Charity. Fucking kills me.”
Tears gather. “Kills me too. It’s not that I don’t feel safe enough,” I move my hands down to my stomach. “It’s not that at all. I feel completely safe when I’m with you.”
“Then tell me what it is, because I’m feeling like I’m losing my mind here,” he runs a hand through his dark-blond hair.
“It’s when I’m not with you, not with the girls. When I can’t see what’s happening,” I do my best to explain as the dropping feeling in my gut comes back. I’ve had this feeling on and off since Justice was taken. Almost every day, if I’m being honest. “I’m even calling the school,” I whisper. “Just to make sure she’s still there.”
Tears, these fucking tears I want to go away, aren’t going away. They’re coming on more and more. The further I get into my pregnancy. The further away we get from the kidnapping, they’re happening.
“Goddammit, Char,” he closes his hands into fists at the side of his thighs. “Why are you hiding this shit from me?”
“Because it’s not easy,” I shrug. “It’s not easy to be vulnerable to you. It’s like you always have it together. You never doubt yourself.”
"You fuckin' kidding me right now? I doubt myself all the time. I worry every damn day I won't be here when one of you need me," his voice is barely restrained. The anger he would let fly on any other person besides me leashed in the way he's clenched his fists. "None of this is easy for me either. Shew as taken," he points toward the girls' bedroom. "On my watch, she was taken, under my nose, by one of my men. She. Was. Taken.”
We’re quiet as we stare at one another. We’re breathing hard. I don’t know about his, but my heart is pounding. He blows out a long breath.
“So, don’t tell me I never doubt myself, baby, because I do every single day.”
“How do you do it?” I whisper. “How do you not worry constantly?”
Finally, he unclenches his fists, stroking his beard. “Been seeing Doc Jones, doing deep breathing exercises when the panic gets to be too much, and when I just can’t seem to get over it, I text her.”
“You text her? When did she get a phone?”
This is news to me, and I’m slightly pissed I didn’t know about it before.
“Caelin got her one.”
“Caelin got her one?”
Again, we’re staring at one another.
“Is that safe?” I ask. “To let him get her something like that? You see the way she looks at him.”
"I do," he nods. "And I see the way he looks at her. The only people I trust more than the Blackfoot's are you and my Dad."
My heart speeds up, thinking of my daughter half in love with Tyler’s son. “Why didn’t you give me the number?”
He grins the bad boy one that made me fall in love with him as a teenager. "Fuck, I thought he gave it to you."
I shake my head. “How long have you been texting her to make sure she’s okay?”
“Long enough.”
Now I don't feel so bad. My husband, who I've never thought worried about anything, is telling me he worries just as much about our daughter as I do. It calms me, centers me, and reminds me why we make a good team. "Maybe you can give me her number, and I'll text her instead of calling the school and looking like an idiot."
He saunters over to me, all swagger and full of himself. “Maybe I can,” he goes down on his knees in front of me.
Those big hands of his cup my protruding stomach. Our son is due in nine weeks. Reaching down, I grasp his hair in between my fingers. "Oh, you definitely should," I tug slightly.
His eyes go dark again as he stares up at me. “Does this warrant an I’m sorry?”
"Oh, it definitely warrants an I'm sorry, you could have saved this little argument of ours, and at least a week of me worrying. You're a shit."
“But I’m yours,” he grins.
"You are mine," I agree, thankful for the fact he is. I don't know what I would do with my life if he weren't in it.
He lifts up the shirt I’m wearing, placing his fingers into the waist of my maternity leggings. “Lucky for you, I know better than most how to say I’m sorry. I have a lot of experience.”
I giggle. “That you do, Andrew.”
He pulls the leggings down, along with my panties, letting them pool at my feet. “I’m sorry,” his voice is deep with an arousal I recognize. “Forgive me?”
Before I can say anything, he dives headfirst in between my thighs. Apologizing in one of the best ways he knows how.
Chapter Two
"Oh God," I groan, stumbling back onto the mattress. Drew powers on, holding my thighs apart, taking his knees on the carpeted floor in front of our bed. "Don't stop," I whisper, lifting my hips into his face, tilting, so his tongue catches my clit every single time. "Please don't stop."
His rough palms spread my thighs further before he runs them against my skin. I love the feel of them against me. He's a hard-working man, who does whatever it takes to provide for his family and his club, it's evidenced by the callouses, the rough edges. But my God, those rough edges are my favorite part. They are the very best part of Drew Walker.
“Feel good?” The deep timbre causes goosebumps on my skin. The feel of his breath against my core is what I didn’t know I needed today.
“Yes,” I grab hold of his hair, pulling him back in between my thighs. Right where I want him, right where I need him.
Glancing down, I see his eyes over the bump my stomach creates. Those blue eyes of his are on fire. The glow reminds me of how my body responds to him. He pulls back, giving me a bad boy grin before he moves his thumbs, spreading me farther apart, and eats like it’s his last damn meal.
I'm on auto-pilot as I grind against him, never wanting this to end. When he uses his finger in tandem with his tongue, I have no choice. It ends with me putting my hands over my mouth to shush the screams. Waking up the girls, that way would be the worst.
Before my heart can stop pounding, Drew’s off his knees, lying on his back beside me. He reaches over, grabbing hold of my thighs, helping me straddle his waist. Since my stomach popped, this is my favorite position.
Slowly, so slowly, he teases me with the tip. When he’s sure I’m ready, just as slowly, I slide down. “C’mon babe, I know how much you like to ride,” he throws a wink my way.
I pout. “Something you won’t let me do while I’m pregnant.”
His palm makes contact with my ass cheek. “Ain’t no way you’re getting on the back of my bike, but feel free to ride me any day of the week.”
It's slow, always is when we first start this age-old dance. My hands press against his chest, making sure I'm balanced. His strong fingers grip my hips, helping me to rock slowly back and forth. Once I'm stretched, we begin to pick up speed. One of his hands comes up to play with my nipple, pulling and twisting, just the way I like it. His other hand moves down in between us, thumbing my clit as we rush toward a finish line we've crossed a thousand times before.
Since I got pregnant, I am really quick on the trigger, which I think he likes.
"You're so wet," he moans, punching his head back against the pillow as I move up and down before I rock back and forth. "I'm gonna have to keep you pregnant if this is the way you're gonna be every time."
His blue eyes are slits are he looks up at me. One of my hands is on his chest, the other in my hair, holding it up and out of my way. “You think that’s smart? We’re older now,” I give him a grin. He pushes up into me hard enough for me to bite my lip.
“You calling me old, Char? Might I remind you, I still knocked you up.”
I giggle deep in my throat. I love it when he gets all indignant on me. "I don't think you meant to."
He groans as I move back and forth on him, making sure he feels everything. “Couldn’t help it, you just bring it out in me.”
“I seem to do that a lot.”
"Damn right, you do."
And that’s when things get intense, I can tell Drew’s about to come by the way he speeds up, and his teeth clench. He holds me tighter, pressing into me from below. It’s enough to make my eyes roll back. The further I get along in my pregnancy, the better everything feels.
“Oh my God,” he pushes into me, grasping me around the waist. With a quick motion, he rolls me over onto my side, lifting my leg up as he takes me from behind.
My tits bounce, the sensitive nipples making me shiver as they move in time with his thrusts. “Play with yourself,” he mumbles against my ear, grabbing my hand in his. He brings it up to his mouth, taking my index and middle finger inside, licking them, swirling his tongue around before bringing them down in between my legs. “Come with me,” he encourages.
This is the Drew I love. The bad boy, the dirty-talker, the one who makes me do things in the dark that make me blush in the daylight. This is the man I chose to be mine, the one I picked to father my children, to wear my ring, and to keep me safe.
“Don’t stop,” I’m telling him again, begging for him not to stop before we come together.
“Can’t stop,” he pants.
Our fingers intertwine between my legs, both of us working on getting me there. "Almost," I breathe quickly, feeling sweat trickle in between us, helping him to slide faster against my back.
“Come on,” he encourages.
And just as I feel his heat against me, hear the moan in my ear, I let go too, burying my head in the pillow at my side. My scream is loud, so loud I’m worried it was heard, even muffled. My heart is pounding in my chest as I try to figure out why the room spins.
“One day you’re going to kill me,” Drew breathes heavily next to me, putting his arm above his head. “I feel like I’ve gone five rounds in the ring with Tyler.”
I giggle, turning over so that I can lay my head on his chest. “We just did what we did, and you want to mention Tyler? Is there something you wanna tell me? Like should I
be worried?”
He wraps me up in his arms, his eyes turning soft now. This is the other side of Drew I love. Only me and the girls get this side of him, and I hold onto it with both hands when he lets it out.
“You should never worry, Char. There’s never been anybody for me, but you.”
“I feel the same way.”
Together we lay in the silence, lost in our own thoughts. This right here is just about perfection, and I hope for the first night since Justice was taken, I can sleep through the night. That the nightmares don't come.
Maybe if they don’t, I can start to move on, and we can be the family we were before.
But a part of me wonders if that’s even possible.
Travis took much more than my daughter. He tried to take my husband.
But, he succeeded in taking my peace of mind.
Chapter Three
“Are you okay?”
I turn my head to where Mandy is standing in the doorway to my office. I have no recollection of how long she’s been standing there, and honestly no idea of how long I’ve stared off into space. I give my head a shake to clear the cobwebs. “Yeah, I could ask you the same question.”
She eyes me critically; I eye her just as critically. We've both been through a lot this year. "You were just staring off, I called your name a few times, and you didn't even blink."
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