She almost flew off the bed when he slammed into her from behind. Her fists tightened in the sheets, and she held on for dear life as he pummeled her, working out his frustrations on her and in her. He felt huge this way like he would rip her in two. Her mouth fell open, but no words came; she couldn't remember any. She felt the heat of his chest as he leaned over her, driving his cock deeper inside her still. "I'm going to fuck my kid in you if it's the last thing I do." How could her body react so strongly to those words when her mind tried telling her something different? Right this minute, while he was inside her, she wanted nothing more than for him to do what he threatened. Kyle plowed into her belly like a man on a mission. Little did she know that he'd been taking it easy on her tight little pussy, until now. No more. She wants to mouth off she can handle the fucking he wanted to give her. "Cock that ass higher." He smacked her ass cheek hard, and the sting made her ju
She felt joy that she wasn't a dud, that she could actually enjoy immense pleasure when she'd once borne the scorn of a husband who'd called her frigid. "What are you thinking about, huh?" Oh shit, how does he always know? "Nothing, I wasn't thinking...." Her words got stuck in her lungs when his next lunge sent him past that rubbery place inside and beyond. "You don't fucking think when I'm inside you." His fingers tightened in her hair, as he now became the one with a point to prove. He was right, though, because pretty soon, she forgot about everything else but what he was doing to her. "Are you close? Good." She didn't know what he meant until she felt the emptiness, and a few seconds later, wet heat in the small of her back. She waited for what came next but nothing. Looking over her shoulder, she met cold, furious eyes. "Were you thinking about that fuck while I was inside you?" If she had been, she wouldn't have told him, not with murder in his eyes. "No, I wasn't promise
She didn't know if she should be mad at him or herself for the way this always seemed to happen. If he wasn't so damn hardheaded, he would listen, and he would know that all she was doing was trying to move on from what was. That the reason her mind kept going back there was because things with him were so different, which is a good thing. Of course, he's the most irrational human being on the planet, so she'd likely never get the chance. The waitress greeted them like regulars and seated them in what was now their usual booth. He sat her on the inside and sat down next to her, facing the door. "Don't pout, sweetheart; we're fine." That was easy for him to say. He wasn't the one that felt like he was always messing up. And how was she supposed to fix things if he wouldn't even let her talk? He did his usual ordering for her and acted like there wasn't a big old elephant in the room. She was itching to bring it up but thought it might be better to leave it for later when they had
Back at the apartment, he took her inside before unloading the truck. She was sitting just where he'd left her when he brought the last bag in. Lost, broken, hurt, fuck. He sat beside her and pulled her into his lap. "Go ahead and cry, baby." They'd been here before, and though he could have no idea what she was feeling, he knew it wasn't good. She didn't cry, though, just clung to him and sighed about a hundred times while he held her close. With his head on the back of the couch and hers on his chest, he let his mind go to work with what he had to do next. It was obvious that Jen's jealous obsession with her ran too deep for the other woman to leave well enough alone. And last night hadn't shown Kerryanne what was right in front of her face, and he was sure had been there forever, so he was gonna have to come up with another plan. Kerryanne wasn't even thinking she was just numb. She felt like a complete fool for falling apart like this. Was she going to react this way every ti
Across town, Jen was paying a visit to the doctor's office. Today, she wasn't interested in putting on airs for the people in the waiting room or the airhead behind the reception desk; she had bigger fish to fry. "Wait, he has an appointment...." One glare was enough to have the ditzy blonde, as Jen was fond of calling her husband's receptionist piping down. If the little idiot weren't careful, she'd find herself fired. Jen was not in the mood today, and the way she was feeling right now, she needed a sacrifice. She didn't know what Paul saw in the idiot anyway. She pushed the stroller ahead of her and entered the office where Paul was looking over the charts of his next patient. "I've never been so humiliated in my life. You have to do something and now. I will not be shamed like this." She jumped right in without so much as a hello. "Okay-okay, calm down. What happened?" Paul wasn't sure all these months later if he'd made the right choice. In the beginning, things with Jen
By the time Kerryanne came up for air the next day, she'd all but forgotten Jen and the baby. It wasn't that she was all the way over her hurt; that was gonna take a while. But after the way Kyle had loved her, the things he'd whispered to her when he was inside her or just holding her afterward, her heart had come a long way from the precipice it had been teetering on in that supermarket line. He'd helped her to see some things in a whole new light, though she still didn't believe his theory that Jen was jealous of her. How could that be? She would've seen it along the way over the years certainly if that were the case, wouldn't she? Or was it like he said, she'd thought so little of herself that she'd been blinded by the false friendship? She'd had to go back in her head to when they were kids when they'd first become friends. They hadn't been close until the first year in high school, that's true. Jen had always run with a different crowd. As she remembered it, it was after she'
She was about to question his change of heart, but the sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside had her backpedaling fast. "Someone's at the door; we'll have to talk later, bye." Her heart all but beat out of her chest when she heard the key in the door, and she moved hurriedly away from the phone. He came in with sacks of food in his hands that smelt heavenly. She knew she had guilt written all over her face and was trying her best to keep it hidden. "Hey, Princess, you eat?" "Nope, just got through writing." She cleared her throat and looked towards the laptop on the table. She could feel his eyes on her and hoped he didn't ask her anything else about her morning. "Uh-huh, what is it? Spit it out." She wrung her hands and moved farther away from him. Kyle had been in a hurry to get back to her. He'd spent his morning stirring up shit that was gonna hit the fan in a day or two. A lawyer friend of his had promised to look into her divorce and, after hearing the details, had sw
He was a ball of fury once he threw her across the bed and tore her shorts down her thighs. She laid there in between sexual heat and stark fear as he tore his shirt off over his head, kicked off his shoes, and lost his jeans. Kyle wasn't in the mood for softness. She'd gone too fucking far this time. He didn't even give her a cursory finger along her slit to test her readiness, just spread her legs, palmed his cock, and drove home. That scream she'd been hiding behind her teeth was finally set free. "You don't want this? Huh? Is that what you're saying to me?" He slammed into her body hard, lifting her back off the bed with the force of his thrusts. The frames on the walls rattled as he plowed into her like a madman. She forgot all about being afraid when her body reacted to his forcefulness by the third or fourth stroke. Talk about small-town morals and ethics. Hers went out the window as she opened her legs wider to accept him. She'd thought the last two days had awaken
Thank heaven his mom never listened for shit and had shown up a few hours after the delivery, ready to take over. He wouldn't admit it to her, but he'd never been more grateful for her presence than then. With her and his dad there to help gramps and Ms. Lucille and their crew keep an eye on things, he was able to breathe easy where his family was concerned. He knew he had enemies in town-well three of them for sure. And though two of them were gone now, two months ago, he was still on fucking high alert. He didn't trust that Jen person one fuck; the trick was a sociopath if you asked him, and capable of anything. After the new ruling and Paul had exhausted all of his attempts to swindle Kerryanne out of her half to no avail, they had no choice but to cut the check, which was promptly signed over to the contractors working on the project Kyle had already started for battered and abandoned women. He'd gotten the idea from her story, seeing her going through what she had when they
Instead of the one nanny, they now had two, and that was only because she'd kicked up a fuss at three. "How're the boys?" Her sons were asleep in the crib they'd set up in the master suite next to their bed. Kyle had insisted, and she agreed that they were too young to be left alone in the nursery just yet. "Kaden just went to sleep, but Kellan's been out for a while." He sniffed Kylie's hair and held her close. There was no escaping the fact that she was daddy's little princess in every sense of the word. Though he was as proud as could be when it came to his sons. "And you, how is my wife?" She never got tired of hearing him call her that, but she knew there was another reason behind it this time. "All clear." His eyes smoldered, and that place between her thighs tingled. It had been way too long since she'd felt his heavy length inside her. Too long since she'd felt him over her, under her, behind her, he kissed their daughter before placing her back in the crib with her brother
EPILOGUEGeez, he's so sappy over that kid; it made her grin. "Kyle, she needs her sleep." "But I haven't seen her all day, and she missed her daddy, didn't you, little princess?" He nuzzled the baby, who cooed-she only did that for her daddy. Mercy, it had been a trying time these last few months. That day after Jen had left in such a hurry, Kerry had gone into labor. Kyle had wanted to go after her and strangle her for bringing it on two months early, but Kerry had convinced him that the woman's visit had nothing to do with it. Well, maybe realizing the woman had broken up her marriage with a child that was obviously not her ex-husband's was a bit much to take in. After the mad dash to the hospital where she'd seen her husband in fine form, barking out orders and threats like a drill sergeant at someone other than her, she'd been rushed into the delivery room. "Mom isn't due back for another couple of weeks." "I know, hon, we'll be fine." "We haven't chosen a nanny yet; we
"It's time to go home." She sighed as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Already? I don't wanna." "I know, sweetheart, we'll come back soon, I promise." He'd given up the idea of taking the yacht around the world since he didn't want to risk her pregnancy and instead had brought them to his little private beach in Santorini. Three weeks of the most amazing sunsets, good food, sun, and the best sex since his wife had morphed into a nympho, and now it was time to go. He didn't want to go either, but life called. She was well into her seventh month, and though she hadn't been complaining, he was starting to get nervous. Most days, while she napped, he spent his time reading up on what was going on in her body, and if he wasn't mistaken, her tummy had dropped. As far as he could tell, that was weeks ahead of schedule, but he didn't say anything to her about it because she was getting more and more anxious about labor as the days go on. He couldn't say that
It was another hour and a half before they left the bed for the bathtub, where they took turns bathing each other and giggling like two teenagers about their big day. "Happy?" He wrapped his arms around her from behind as the bubbles fizzled and melted away. "Very." She turned her lips for a kiss while his hands played with her full tits. He had to call a halt so they could go get ready for their big day. *** She was beautiful. His mother had hired a bevy of twittering females to do her hair and makeup and get her ready for her big day. She'd asked him to leave such things to her since Kerryanne didn't have a mom or sisters, and he was proud of the way his had stepped in to fill the void. He didn't like the way they'd all tried to scalp him when he'd entered the inner sanctum to give her-her gift, though - damn women. Kerry wore the biggest smile under her veil as she made her way to the altar towards him on his grandfather's arm. The old man had offered his services, and
She'd held out for all of five minutes, refusing to choose anything, but that didn't last long once they started bringing out the samples. Since she'd gotten to know Kyle's two sisters in the last few months, she'd asked them to be bridesmaids and, over very loud protest, had convinced Ms. Lucille to be her matron of honor. They'd invited their new friends from town who'd been only too excited to accept. No one mentioned Paul and Jen, for which she was eternally grateful. She didn't want anything to spoil her day and was sure she'd be visiting Kyle from behind glass if either of them tried anything. *** The big day dawned sunny and bright, and her eyes popped open before the birds started singing in the trees. She was wrapped securely in his arms, and his soft breath against her nape said he was still asleep. She laid there quietly, just taking it all in. She wished her mom and dad had been here to see it, to see how happy she was now. Where once she'd been afraid to be th
The next few months were a whirlwind of activity. Her morning sickness had disappeared at the start of her second trimester. The house was completely furnished thanks to Kyle threatening everyone to get his way, and the wedding was in two days. Surprisingly, she was calm and relaxed while her husband to be had completely lost it. "Kerryanne, get down from there. Are you nuts?" She rolled her eyes and stepped down from the mini ladder. She'd climbed up to fix the corner of the curtain, thinking he was busy in his new home office. The man was a tyrant. Every afternoon, he made her take a nap whether she needed one or not. He made her breakfast, lunch, and dinner because the smell of food still made her nauseous, and he was like a bodyguard whenever they left the house. They hadn't seen or heard from Paul since that day at the old apartment. The restraining order seemed to be working well, and she had outgrown her fear. Then again, Kyle was never too far away, so no one had the oppo
"What are you thinking about?" His voice brought her back from her thoughts. She guessed she was going to have to get used to the fact that he always knew when Paul hopped into her mind. "I was just counting my blessings. My life is so changed from just a few short months ago. It's one thing to write a story that goes from zero to sixty in a few pages, but quite another to see it unfold in reality. Thank you." Now it was she who lifted their joined hands and kissed his knuckles." "For what babycakes?" He pulled into a parking space outside the doctor's office. "For finding me, loving me." He turned the key in the ignition and kissed her hair. "You're more than welcome." *** The doctor turned out to be a nice middle-aged woman who seemed to know her way around a disgruntled father-to-be. She answered all his questions with a patience that could only have been born with time and experience because he had a lot. Kyle had been reading up on pregnancy and fatherhood, bu
Kyle pulled out and rolled away from Kerryanne early the next morning, but when he moved in for his snuggle and kiss, she pushed him away and made a mad dash for the bathroom. He followed her and, kneeling on the floor next to her, held her hair back. Since this was the third or fourth time he'd seen this, he was getting good at knowing what to do next. So after wetting a washcloth, he cooled her brow and helped her wash up before leading her back to bed. "I'm making you a cup of tea, and then we're going to the doctor." "But my appointment isn't for another two days." She sounded pitiful. "I don't care; we're going." His first choice had been to find her a doctor in Chicago, but both her and his mom had convinced him that it didn't make sense for her to travel all that way by private plane for every appointment. Of course, the asshole wasn't a choice, so they'd found one in the next town over. Female. He didn't care how much everyone laughed at him; no male doc was puttin