The Baby Contract

by Amy Brent

  “Jesus, baby. You taste so fucking good.” I dove back in, trying desperately to go slow, to keep my desire in check but my cock was so hard I could hardly breathe. I shook with wanting her but I needed to make her feel so much pleasure that she would never forget what it felt like to have my mouth loving her. To have my cock as deep inside her as it could go.

  My own thoughts sabotaged me, the need to bury deep inside her too much to ignore any longer. My hands were shaking as I reached for the condom and it took me three tries to get in on with my fumbling fingers but a moment later I rose up her bode, not stopping until I was sliding all the home.

  Her pussy clenched around me in pure ecstasy and I was helpless against the sensations that rode through me. I started to pull away but then her legs were wrapped around me, keeping me in place seated deep inside her and her fingernails raked across my back.

  I looked down at her but then she rocked her his, squeezing her inner muscles tight and my eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt rocked my system. We moved, together, our bodies rocking and bucking in unison. Slow at first but within moments the motions were fast and frantic.

  I buried my face against the curve of her neck, nipping at the sensitive nerve endings and feeling the ripples of pleasure tighten her body. I wanted this feeling, this moment, to last forever but soon it was too much for both of us.

  I fought against the need to come, desperate to feel her come with my cock buried deep inside her. My thumb brushed across her clit, circling the sensitive bud and she threw her head back on a cry of pleasure as her climax hit. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

  But then she was coming apart, squeezing me tight and it was the last push I need to send me spiraling after her. Red and gold flashed behind my eyelids and I might have called out her name as everything inside me let go but I couldn’t be sure. The world was a haze of pleasure and satisfaction.

  It took me a long moment to get my breath back, my pulse still racing in my ears as I collapsed onto the bed beside her.

  “Damn, Sabrina.” I panted softly and she let out a husky chuckle before throwing her arms and one leg across me, using my chest as a pillow. A few minutes later she was fast asleep, curled around me like a kitten.

  I snorted at the analogy. More like a tiger. But the humor faded. She was like a tiger. Wild, fierce, beautiful and intelligent. And impossible to cage. I glanced down at Sabrina, her face calm in sleep as a single thought echoed inside me over and over. I didn’t want to lose her again. Whatever it took. I would make it work. And then another thought intruded. I was going to have to find out all that I could about Mr. and Mrs. Barron.

  Chapter 8

  Sabrina

  I checked my watch. Again. And then cursed under my breath. Again. All of thirty seconds had passed since the last time I had looked. I swallowed against the feeling of nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I hated being nervous.

  I had been stuck in the utility closet for the past two hours, waiting and hoping that I would get my chance. I glanced at my watch again despite knowing that no more time had passed. The sound of shuffling footsteps caught at my ears and I held my breath, peering through the slots of the closet door. Maybe my luck was in after all.

  It was nearly two o’clock on the dot and just as I’d suspected Mr. Barron aka Mr. Pullman aka the bad guy I was about to take down was heading downstairs to the kitchen to get some food while there were no other guests there.

  I’d intentionally stated earlier in the hallway, clearly and as loudly as I could without being suspicious, that I was going on a guided hiking tour and would be gone for the entire day. It had earned me a strange look from Charlotte but I considered it a small price to pay.

  I stayed in the closet for another several minutes, counting down the seconds that I would be free and when I was sure the coast was clear I eased the door open and crept up the stairs to the tower suite.

  The door was lock as I expected but it only took me seconds to grab the tools from my back pack and pick the lock. I made a mental note to let Jonah know that the locks in this place were shit and that they desperately needed to install a descent security system. Hell, I’d install it myself. It was ridiculously easy to break in to this place.

  I didn’t waste any time. As soon as I got in I closed the door behind me and started looking around. I wasn’t entirely sure yet what I was looking for but I’d done this job enough to know that there was more going on here than it first seemed. And I hated not knowing.

  The last thing I wanted to do was get myself in some sort of trouble for not doing my homework. Knowledge was power in job. The more knowledge I had, the more power.

  I tossed the place as carefully as I could while still being thorough. I didn’t want Mr. Bad Guy to know that I’d been through his stuff while he was gone. But the more I searched, the less I found.

  Nothing in the room even looked touched. Every lamp, every knick knack and doily, every item was exactly in its place. The drawers of the dresser were empty as were the closet. The end table held a stack of books that obviously hadn’t even been cracked open and the bed was made crisply and neatly.

  “Come on, Mr. Baddie. There has to be something here you don’t want me to find.” I clicked my tongue in annoyance as I glanced around the room, knowing that I was running out of time. “If I were a piece of incriminating evidence, where would I be?”

  I took a step back, almost ready to give up and get back to my own rooms when I saw it. There. The chair in front of the desk. I could see the imprints in the carpet from the feet pressing into the fibers but it was just slightly off.

  “Not as perfect as you think you are, buddy.” I pulled the chair back, going over drawers I had already looked in, dropping to my knees so I could feel on the underside of each one. I paused as my hands passed over a texture that shouldn’t be there.

  “Bingo.”

  It took a little bit of work to pry up the large envelope that had been taped the underside of the desk but after a moment I held it in my hands. I was surprised to see they were trembling, with trepidation or excitement I wasn’t quite sure but I didn’t let it slow me down. I flipped open the flap on the back and emptied the contents onto the desk.

  It took me a minute to realize what I was looking at but when I did my eyes widened. I grabbed the sheet of folded papers and held them up to my nose. No. No no no. This couldn’t be right. It looked like…a hit contract.

  Not that I’d ever seen anything like it outside of the movies but it was all there in black and white. That’s what he’d been paid under the table for. He was basically a corporate hired hit man.

  This was so much worse than I had though. It was obvious that he’d had help on the outside to get free and that he planned on disappearing to Mexico. There was even a fake passport with a new name and airplane tickets.

  I grabbed everything, quickly shoving the documents and passport back into the envelope. My hands were still shaking and it was definitely fear this time. I was good, but I was also smart enough to know when I was out of my depths and right now, I was way out. Like light years away from my depths.

  This was no cheating husband or lazy businessman in a suit trying to get some cash on the side. This was serious.

  A sudden thought occurred to me and all fear for myself fled. Jonah! He was downstairs right now with this murderer!

  I turned, about to run downstairs and tell Jonah the truth about his ‘guest’ but I didn’t make it two steps before the door creaked slowly open. He was there, staring at me with eyes so cold it froze me where I stood. Mr. Bad Guy, in the flesh.

  “Hey, Hank.” I finally said with far more bravado than I felt. When all else fails, bluff.

  “So, you do know who I am.” He shook his head as he took a step closer into the room and the temperature seemed to drop, “I had thought it might be a coincidence. A bounty hunter checking in to the same place as me. But
there’s not many places to stay out here and with your…obvious relationship with the venerable Mr. Moore, well. I had hoped.”

  “Too bad for you. You were wrong.”

  He clicked his tongue, “Too bad for you, actually.”

  “Don’t come any closer.” I said, holding my hands out to show him the envelope, “I know everything.”

  “That’s exactly why I can’t let you leave.” His expression turned into a grimace. “Go to Iowa, they said. No one will find you there, they said. I’ve been waiting in this shit hole for over a fucking week for that passport.” He took another step closer, slamming the door shut behind him and for the first time there was something in his eyes. Rage.

  “I’m not going to let one silly little girl get in my way.”

  I knew in that moment that he meant every word. He had no intention of letting me out of that room alive, but I had to try. I feinted to the left and he followed, but at the last minute I changed direction, diving for the door.

  For one second I thought I was free but then his hand closed around my ankle and fell to the floor with a painful thud.

  “You really don’t want to do this, Hank.” I spat out the words as I pushed myself up to a low crouch.

  “Actually, I really do. I’ve been dreaming of doing this ever since I caught you following me.”

  Terror sat sharp and greasy in my stomach but I ignored it, trying desperately to remember everything Robbie had ever taught me about fighting. I knew the only chance I would have was to catch him by surprise.

  I forced myself to look anywhere but at the black backpack I had dropped to the side of the door when I’d come in. If I could get behind him and by myself enough time I could get to the hand cuffs I had stashed there, or better yet the pepper spray I had hidden in the front flap.

  I knew it was now or never. I lunged before I could let myself think and even though I was quick, his size was the clear advantage in the confined space. He easily blocked me, grabbing my shoulders and wrestling me to the ground.

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get free. No matter how hard I struggled I was no match against his brutal strength. In that moment, I knew he was going to kill me and one thought echoed in my head louder than all the rest. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Jonah that I loved him. That love mixed with a terrible sadness and fear that held me paralyzed for a moment.

  But then he smiled. Straddling me, his intent to kill me clear on his face, the bastard actually smiled at me. He was enjoying himself. Playing with me like a cat playing with a mouse.

  Well. He’d fucked with the wrong mouse.

  I gathered what little moisture was left in my mouth and spat in his face, being sure to enunciate as I glared up at him.

  “Fuck you, Hank.”

  His expression transformed, smile fading and twisting into something else entirely. It was a monster’s face I was looking up into. There was nothing human left there. He pulled his fist back and then hurled it towards me, slamming against my right cheek. Fireworks went off behind my eyes and it knocked the breath from me. But then he was pulling back again and this time he loosened his grip and in that split second, I remembered the night I broke in and the scuffle with Jonah.

  With every ounce of strength I had left I brought my knee up straight into his groin and I hit my mark dead on. I didn’t stop to enjoy my victory, or the look of pained shock on his face. I throw an elbow into the vulnerable tissue of his throat and fell to one knee, grasping the wounded area as he gasped for breath.

  I clawed my way to the back pack, all too aware of his much larger frame closing in on me from behind but then my fingers closed around the small plastic tube and turned with a sense of triumph, spraying the agonizing liquid straight into his face.

  He fell back with a clatter as he knock over the chair and the bedside lamp, trying desperately to get the pepper spray out of his eyes but before he could do anything else I was there with the handcuffs.

  A second later, he was on the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back.

  “Consider this your lesson for the day. Don’t underestimate me.” I shot the words out, “And I’m not a silly little girl. Asshole.”

  “Sabrina? Sabrina are you in there?” There was a frantic pounding on the door and a moment later Jonah burst in. In a split second his gaze took in the scene and then he was rushing towards me.

  “What the hell happened? I heard a bunch of thuds coming from upstairs. We all heard it. I came running as fast as I could. What were you thinking? To come after this guy alone?”

  I opened my mouth to answer but I didn’t even know where to start. Suddenly, the fear and adrenaline that had been keeping me going fled and my knees buckled.

  “Shit, Sabrina, you’re hurt.” His arms wrapped around me.

  “I’m okay.” I tried to whisper, tried to reassure him as I looked up into Jonah’s worried eyes, “I’m okay now.”

  “Somebody call the cops.” Jonah was saying to somebody that wasn’t me. Which was a good thing. I wasn’t really capable of a damn thing at the moment. “And make sure this asshole doesn’t go anywhere. I’m sure the police will know what to do with him.”

  ***

  Jonah

  “That’s it. Here we go. This is going to sting a little bit, okay?” I asked, waiting for Sabrina’s nod before swiping the alcohol soaked pad over the cut on her cheek. “You’re going to have one hell of a shiner.”

  I tried to force out a laugh but none would come. The fear was too real. The panic at hearing the sounds of a fight coming from upstairs and the terror of knowing she’d full well put her neck in danger without a second thought if it meant getting her job done.

  I finished patching her up with shaking fingers. It certainly hadn’t helped any to find out that he was a hired hit man fleeing to Mexico with the help of some powerful people. When I had found that out I’d put a hole in the wall in the upstairs hallway. Quinn would kill me for that but she would just have to deal with it. I just wished to hell that I could figure out a way to do the same.

  It ate at me, that fear, as I put on the last bandage, smoothing my hand over her raw skin where she’d slid against the carpet. I’d come so close to losing her. To losing her for good this time, with no chance that I’d ever see her again, and I couldn’t get the vision of it out of my head.

  “Jonah.” Her softly spoken word tugged at me but I kept my gaze down. “Jonah, look at me.”

  Her hand cupped my cheek, pulling my face even with hers. She was sitting on the edge of the island in kitchen and it put them eye to eye.

  “I can’t…I don’t…” I trailed off, not ever sure where to start. How could I put any of this into words? The terror, the panic. The bile that I couldn’t quite swallow. And the anger. Not just at Mr. Barron or Mr. Pullman or whatever the fuck his real name was, but at her too. “You put yourself in danger.” I finally managed, “I told you I was here for you. I’m always here for you Sabrina. You don’t…You’re not alone, anymore!”

  “I know.” That was it. Just two simple words but they cut through my anger like a knife. “I know, Jonah.” She raised her other hand, laying her palm against my cheek, holding my face in her hands so that I couldn’t look away.

  “I almost lost you. Again. I can’t…I don’t want to lose you again, Sabrina. What the hell where you thinking?”

  “I broke into the room and found the papers and the forged passport. I found out what he was and I tried to run. I was so afraid for you.”

  “For me?” I choke out the question.

  “I thought, well shit, Jonah’s downstairs with this psychotic asshole and he doesn’t even know. I was rushing for the door to come get you but then he was there. He…he found me. I tried to get past him but I tripped me and then knocked me to the floor. He gave me this.” She gestured to her busted cheek, her skin already starting to darken to a deep purple.

  “I don’t want to hear this, Sabrina. I don’t want t
o hear how he hurt you. How I failed you.”

  “You didn’t fail me, Jonah. Just listen,” Her eyes never left mine as she spoke and I felt every word wind deep inside me, “I was lying there and he was on top me and for a moment I knew I was going to die. I knew he meant to kill me.”

  “Sabrina, please–.”

  “No, Jonah. Listen to me. I was laying there and the only thing I could think of was how sad I was.”

  I brushed a stray lock of hair back away from her face. “Sad?”

  “I was sad that I never got the chance to tell you that I love you.”

  All the breath rushed from my lungs at her words. Words that I’d longed to hear but never thought I would.

  “I love you too, Sabrina,” I whispered the words like a prayer against her mouth, kissing her softly but with everything that I had inside me.

  She pulled back, giving me a rueful grin through her black eye and bruised lips. “I’m not saying it will be easy. I’m not exactly…”

  “Easy.” I said with a rough chuckle of my own.

  “I was going to say experienced with relationships, actually,” She grinned at me but then her expression grew serious again, her eyes filling with warmth and something that healed all the fear and panic and heartache inside me, “It’s hard for me to trust, but, I want something more. I want a family. I want a home. I want…I want you, Jonah. I want to try and make this work between us.”