HIS BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by April Lust

  “I’m not going to last much longer, baby,” Evan warned, slowing down to shove all of his length in and out, every inch of his cock touching the most sensitive spots inside of Hannah. At the same time, his hand practically flew over her clit, pushing it in every direction and making the heat between her legs reach a climax again. Hannah breathed in and out deeply, steadying herself to break apart again, trying to relax every muscle around her cunt to allow herself to explode.

  “I’m gonna, I’m gonna, oh, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Evan cried out before shoving his cock in and out at a frantic pace, practically pinning her down to the couch with his cock for a second before going still, his cock’s vibrations rocking against Hannah’s cunt even through the condom. “Jesus, shit.”

  He quickly pulled out and tied the condom off before collapsing back on top of Hannah, slipping two fingers inside of her while using his thumb to circle around her clit. “You close, baby?”

  Hannah simply nodded, lost for words again. She thrust her hips up, wanting more of his fingers inside of her, bouncing up and down to maximize stimulation of her clit. She felt so wet, so fucking fucked-out and exhausted, but she could taste her orgasm on the tip of her tongue and she wasn’t going to give up now, not after learning that she was actually capable of it.

  Evan slipped a third finger inside of her, stretching her out. “Ahh!” Hannah cried out weakly, her throat hoarse from her previous screaming. He bent his fingers at the perfect angle, hitting a bundle of nerves inside of her that felt like they were on fire. Evan must have known what it felt like, as he started rubbing that spot furiously. Hannah moaned, pulling Evan’s head down so she could kiss him deeply and bite on his lip, trying desperately to transmit some of the energy that was bubbling up inside of her.

  “Do it, baby, do it for me, baby,” Evan said into her mouth, licking his way inside her mouth gently even as his fingers moved harder and faster than ever before.

  “I’m gonna—I’m gonna, unnh,” Hannah groaned, but it was still a little bit out of reach, and she couldn’t understand why. Heat sparked up from her cunt, embedding into her spine, spiraling out to every inch of her body, but she was struggling to let go and just let the sensation wash over her.

  Evan stroked the side of her face gently, his nails skimming over her skin lightly. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, and Hannah’s eyes flicked open, meeting his.

  That’s what did it. The gold in his eyes. The warmth. The love.

  Hannah shattered apart into a million pieces. At least, that’s the way it felt, contracting around Evan’s fingers, squeezing him in deeper as she exploded, vibrations pulsing out in every direction, filling every cell of her body with fire that burned and burned and burned but didn’t destroy anything. She felt like that fire was rebuilding her, making her into something bigger, stronger, braver. Tears pooled into her eyes again, but she was beyond feeling embarrassed. She was beyond shame. She stared deep into Evan’s eyes as their mouths met again, their skin melting into each other. She never wanted to let go.

  A few minutes passed, or maybe a half hour, or maybe a whole day. Hannah couldn’t tell, and she honestly didn’t care. She couldn’t bring herself to care about anything other than Evan’s glorious weight on top of her, his sweat pooling together with hers. Her eyes eventually blinked back open, finding Evan smiling at her softly.

  Everything smelled like sex and sweat, but it was good. It was nurturing. It reassured Hannah that she wasn’t dreaming, that she hadn’t simply imagined everything that had just happened. I came. Twice. I actually fucking came, she thought to herself.

  “Hey, there,” Hannah said through a scratchy, exhausted throat. “Handsome man,” she murmured, weakly dragging her limp fingers through his hair again.

  “Hey, there, beautiful lady,” Evan said, leaning in to peck her cheeks and lips. “So beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” Hannah murmured in response, and she knew she was thanking him for a lot more than just the compliment. He had unlocked something terrifyingly powerful inside of her, and she knew there was no way she could go about pretending that it had never happened. Evan had changed her in a very real, very fundamental way, a way that was scary and exciting and wonderful all at once.

  Somehow, Evan seemed to understand all that. His twinkling eyes turned serious as he leaned in to kiss her forehead and pull her forward into his arms, cuddling her against his chest. Hannah couldn’t understand how someone who’d lived the life he had lived could be so soft, so sweet. But she decided not to question it, leaning her entire weight onto Evan’s body, melting into him again. She never wanted to extricate her limbs from his. She never wanted to pull away.

  “Go to sleep, baby,” Evan whispered into her hair, rubbing soothing circles onto her stomach, making her giggle a little even through her sleepiness.

  Her eyes were heavy, and she struggled to keep them open to look out at the dying fire across from the couch. Seconds away from slipping off into sleep, she felt a flutter of fear in her chest, some unspoken, unnamed terror still hovering around her heart. What’s going to happen to us now? Hannah wondered. What does this mean?

  “Hey, Evan,” she whispered, unsure if he was still awake.

  “Hm?” he said in response.

  “Are we…are we…” Hannah swallowed, trying to summon up the courage to finish the question that was on her lips. She shut her eyes again and nuzzled into his chest, hiding her face. “Are we…together?”

  Evan was silent for a long moment, and Hannah’s ears filled with the pounding of her heartbeat. Eventually he pushed some of the hair behind her ear and reached down to kiss the top of her head. “Of course we are,” he whispered.

  Somehow that didn’t vanquish the fear in Hannah’s chest, but she did not want to interrogate herself right now. This wasn’t the time for terror. This was the time to be soft, to relax, to shuck off all of her armor and cuddle up to Evan as much as possible. This was the time to be weak.

  Outside, the storm raged. But inside, there was shelter, at least for the night. And that was more than enough for now.

  Chapter Six

  Evan

  Evan awoke to the sound of rain, gentle but firm, pounding down on either side of the cabin’s walls. Hannah was still sleeping, naked in his arms, nuzzling his chest in her sleep. He felt warm inside, like a hot little nurturing star had taken up shop in the middle of his chest, especially when he spotted a tiny little puddle of drool on his chest from Hannah’s mouth. He smiled and stroked a gentle circle into the side of her neck.

  But then a cold sensation sunk down from the top of his head, slinking down to the rest of his body. It was like his body knew that something was wrong before his brain did. But his mind eventually caught up to his anxiety a few moments later.

  Salvatore. It was Salvatore, of course. What else could it possibly be? That fucker was the shadow hanging over everything else. Otherwise, this was the best day in his life. He’d had sex with a lot of women over the years, but he’d never felt like he’d made love before. Now that had changed. He had never felt closer to anyone, let alone a woman he was with, ever before in his life.

  You’re mine now, he said silently as he stared down at Hannah’s adorable little scrunched-up sleeping face. And I have to protect you. I have to. Whatever doubt Evan had before was gone. Salvatore had to die. It was that simple.

  In the other room, Alex started fussing, low, but in an impatient tone that told Evan that he was about to start screaming if he didn’t receive some attention. Hannah shifted a little bit but remained asleep as Evan lifted her gently off his chest and placed her down on the couch pillows. He walked into the bedroom to find Alex awake, playing with the blanket that Hannah had used to swaddle him hours before.

  “Hey, buddy,” Evan whispered, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Hannah. “Whatcha doing there?”

  Alex raised his little baby fists in the air, and at first Evan was confused, unsure of what the little guy wanted, but after a
second it clicked. He was reaching for Evan, wordlessly begging to be picked up and held. Evan felt his heart stutter in his chest at the realization, swallowing thickly to clear the emotion that suddenly clogged his throat as he reached over to grab Alex and lift him from the bed. The baby immediately pressed his head against Evan’s chest and cooed lightly, content to be held tight.

  “Jesus,” Evan murmured under his breath.

  In a weird way, holding Alex made him feel like a kid again, reminding him of how he’d felt the first time he had held his younger sisters. That sense of wonder, that mixture of fear and excitement that something so small, something so fragile accepted you, wanted you, needed you, decided that you were the right person to keep them safe. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once, feeling the weight of a tiny child’s trust hit him straight in the chest.

  Alex fell back asleep in his arms, sniffling lightly, and again, Evan felt certain of what he had to do. This tiny child, this precious sweet baby was hurt by a monster who was still hunting him. There was no way Evan could sit back and let that happen. There was no way he could just run away and hope for the best, not when Salvatore was still out there. He had to be gone. He had to be dead before Evan could ever rest.

  He was so wrapped up in staring down at Alex and making silent promises to the kid that he didn’t notice Hannah walking up to the doorway of the bedroom. Eventually she cleared her throat and alerted Evan to her presence.

  “How long have you been watching me?” Evan said, feeling a smile slowly stretch across his face at the sight of a naked Hannah standing in the doorway.

  “Long enough,” Hannah replied, her voice light and teasing. Evan loved hearing that. It was so rewarding, seeing her relaxed and calm rather than stressed and panicked. “He likes you,” she added softly, her face turning serious. “He doesn’t like anybody.”

  “What do you mean?” Evan asked.

  “Back home,” Hannah started to say, but then she paused, wincing at her own use of the word “home” in reference to Sal’s place. “Back there, he wouldn’t let anyone hold him but me. He’d, like, scream if someone touched him. It used to freak people out. Salvatore…Salvatore hated it. He hated that it was so obvious that Alex preferred me.”

  “What a piece of shit,” Evan muttered, more to himself than to Hannah.

  “Yeah,” Hannah agreed, but there was still a little smile on her face, staring at Alex in Evan’s arms. “That he is.”

  Evan tightened his arms around Alex and stared down at his fragile little head, admiring the tiny dark curls that were just beginning to take root there. “I’ve got to do it, you know,” Evan said. “Kill him.”

  Hannah exhaled shakily and pushed her hair back from her forehead. Evan inwardly regretted saying anything, at least for the moment. It was so crushing to see Hannah fall back into worry. “Can you…can you please just let it go?” she asked softly, and the sadness in her voice was like a dagger aimed right at Evan’s heart.

  Evan shook his head slowly. He wanted to lie to her, say anything that would get her to calm back down and relax again, but he didn’t want to disrespect her that way. He had to be honest. After years of deception and abuse, she deserved that much at the very least. “I really can’t. I’m sorry. I just…I just can’t rest until he’s dead. Please understand.”

  “I’m afraid that I do understand,” Hannah said, her brow furrowing. “It’s like a habit with you, isn’t it? An addiction. It’s the only way you know how to be. Is that right? Is that what it is?”

  Evan felt his heart sink in his chest. So, after everything, Hannah still thought of him as a killer. It made sense. It wasn’t like he could be mad at it. He was a killer. He’d hurt so many people. Sure, most of them had deserved it, but not all. And that was enough to legitimize Hannah’s fear. It was enough to legitimize her hatred, if she felt any. “Do you…do you think you’ll ever trust me?” Evan heard himself asking, his mouth moving of its own accord without his brain’s permission. That question was unfair. He hadn’t meant to ask it, but it just came out.

  Hannah gave a shrug, and Evan felt his heart sink a little further down into his stomach. “I don’t know. But this—this killing Salvatore stuff? It doesn’t help. I just…I just wish we could let it go, let it fade into the past.”

  “That’s what I want, too,” Evan argued. His heart had started pounding more insistently in his chest, but he made sure to keep his voice steady so as not to wake Alex back up. “And it’s the only way. He’ll never give up. He’ll never leave us alone.”

  “Maybe,” Hannah conceded. “But he might not be able to get to us if we go south, get out of this country, get off this continent. He isn’t king of the world. He doesn’t have the same power everywhere.”

  It sounded logical. Maybe she was even right. But it wasn’t enough for Evan. “Maybe. But…we can’t really know that for sure, can we? It’s not like either of us have tested it out. Do you really want to live the rest of your life with one eye looking behind you, constantly worrying that the second you let your guard down he’ll be there, ready to hurt you and Alex?” Evan asked.

  Hannah was silent a moment, pursing her lips as she considered the proposition. “Maybe not,” she finally whispered. “But it’s better than having his blood on my hands.”

  “It wouldn’t be on your hands,” Evan argued. “I’ll do it. I’ll handle the whole thing.”

  She smiled a little, but it was sad, resigned even. “Your hands, my hands. There’s not that big of a difference anymore, is there?”

  Now it was Evan’s turn to be silent and let her words truly sink in. They had joined their bodies together. More than our bodies, Evan thought. He didn’t know if he had a soul, but if he did, it had touched Hannah’s the night before. They were united now, in more ways than one. And that was precisely why he had to do this.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, and he truly meant it. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please believe me, that’s the last thing I want to do,” Evan continued, his voice low and shaky. “But I have to keep you safe. Please understand that. I just…I just have to.” Maybe it was just because he was a murderer, maybe it was because his insides were all rotten-through, all dead inside. But Hannah’s weren’t. Alex’s weren’t. And Evan would fight like hell to make sure they stayed that way.

  Silence fell again, but after a moment Hannah started nodding slowly, walking forward into the room. “Just don’t do it yet, okay?” Hannah said, stepping closer to Evan until the space between their bodies was erased. “Promise me that. Stay with us a while longer. I need—I need you.” She averted her eyes, staring down at the floor. “To feel safe.”

  “Okay,” Evan whispered, staring at Hannah until she raised her eyes to meet his. “Okay, I won’t. I won’t do it yet.”

  “And, and, please just give me some warning before you do. If you do,” Hannah said. “Because you know you can always…you can always choose not to.”

  That wasn’t true, as far as Evan was concerned, but he felt himself nodding in agreement. “Okay.”

  Hannah smiled again, weakly but genuinely, her eyes full and wide. Evan couldn’t help himself. He had to lean in to kiss her, making sure to keep one hand on Alex.

  “Mm,” Hannah murmured into the kiss. “You taste good.”

  “You, too,” Evan whispered, smiling into the kiss as Hannah deepened it.

  They pulled back a minute later, the sound of the wind whipping the trees outside making Hannah tear herself away from Evan to look out the window. She groaned. “Unnnngh. I hope it doesn’t storm again. I fucking hate storms.”

  “I’ll keep you safe,” he promised, smiling teasingly at her. But he meant it, more than he had meant anything in his whole life.

  “The trees out there are beautiful, though,” Hannah said, walking over to the window to gesture to the one nearest the house. “Gorgeous.”

  “You think?” Evan asked a little incredulously. “They’re so skinny and small.”

  “Tho
se are my favorite ones,” Hannah said. “They’re brave little fuckers. Making it through the winter somehow. That’s something to be proud of.”

  “Yeah,” Evan said, smiling at Hannah as she continued to stare out the window at the trees. “It is.”

  An idea struck Evan, and it sounded so stupid and ridiculous that at first he dismissed it, trying to push it to the back of his mind. But it didn’t work. It was a persistent little fuck of an idea, and Evan knew it wouldn’t go away unless he voiced it.

  “Let’s bring one in,” Evan said.

  “What?” Hannah asked, turning around to face him, confused.

  “For, um, for Christmas.” He ducked his head down, focusing on the top of Alex’s head, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

  But Hannah didn’t mock his idea. “Really?” she asked softly instead, walking back over to him and grabbing his free hand. “You want that?”