Anger, Managed

by Amy Robyn

  “You are a murderer. Not only did you kill your child but now the man who had lived next door. You killed so that you could kill again because there is no doubt in my mind that you would have killed your wife had you been able to find her.” I stare the evil man in the eye.

  “You’re disgusting. You destroyed her life but that wasn’t good enough for you, was it?” I shake my head as I hear the sound of the ambulance coming down the road. I have heard some terrible things, hell I have seen terrible things but this is one of the worst.

  Chapter 13. Ty

  It has been a month since the night of our first date that ended in the arrest of one of my patience’s husband. She has been informed that her husband was arrested and will spend life in prison. He will not be seeing time for the murder of their unborn child and that is a shame but she will never have to fear him again. She is able to return if she chooses. According to my friend Keith, who helped her disappear, she is happy where she is and is never returning. I’m happy for her.

  Tonight is very special, not only because it is a one month anniversary and three weeks since she moved in with me. Hey, I know it is fast, but when it feels this right, there isn’t any need to wait. I have known that she is the one since she walked passed me in front of my building on her way to anger management. Her beauty was only the thing to draw me attention until I could get to know her. I fell in love with her fire. She is a passionate woman and not just in the bedroom. She is in everything she does.

  Tonight I want to show her just how much she means to me. I want there to be no doubt where she belongs. I know I have been showing her how good we are together every day. Now, I need her to see that what we have is rare and can last a lifetime. I want my ring on her finger. I want her to carry my last name.

  I want her to know that I want her no matter what else happens in our lives. She hasn’t had a period since we go together and I know chances are that she is carrying my child. I want to ask her to marry me before she tells me she is pregnant. That way she knows that I want her with or without a baby. I know her. If I wait to ask until after she tells me, then she will think it is only for the baby.

  Hell if it was up to me she would have married me three weeks ago. I do not believe in waiting when she is so perfect for me. She is absolutely perfect and I plan to show her every day for the rest of my life. I know that she loves me too though it scares the crap out of her to say it. Her past relationships have soured her idea of what love is. I hope that over the last month I have changed her opinion.

  The front door opens and in walks Ella looking stunning as always. I sent her to the spa today and sent her a dress there to wear. I want her to feel as beautiful as she is to me. She walks straight up to me and looks up at me with her beautiful pale blue eyes and I do the only thing I can. I kiss her.

  “Thank you for today.” She says as she breaks away.

  “Did you have fun?” I ask her as I try to get my cock to go down and stop trying to break through my zipper to get to its favorite place, between her thighs.

  “I did.” She says as she smiles up at me. She may seem sweet and demur after her massage and sauna but she is a wild cat normally. I should sign her up for regular spa days.

  “Come on love, let’s go to dinner.” I take her hand and lead her out the back door where I have it all set up. I put up fairy lights everywhere and lanterns of different colors. I set up roses in every available space I could find. I even covered the ground in rose petals. I hope that she likes the romantic ambiance I was hoping for. She gasps and looks up at me with a smile. My woman may be tough as nails and able to take down bad guys three times her size but she is still a woman who likes to be romanced.

  “It’s beautiful.” She beams up at me and I know I made the right choice. I had thought about doing this in a restaurant. I am glad that I changed my mind. I wanted her to be comfortable with her surroundings yet be romantic. This was the perfect choice, especially seeing her reaction.

  I lead her over to the table I set up in the center of the garden. It has candles lit and two flutes of champagne already ready. It’s really sparkling apple juice but I do not let her know that. I help her sit down and take the seat across from her. She is breathtaking with her skin all buffed and polished from the spa. She is practically glowing. I wonder if that is from my child that she’s carrying. I can’t wait to see her swollen with my child. I will be able to feel him move inside of her when I place my hand on her round belly.

  “This is perfect.” She says as she takes a sip of her champagne. I can’t take my eyes off of her lips as they cradle the glass against them. I want my cock there. She loves to give me head in the shower and I love her doing it. She always looks up at me with beads of water clinging to her lashes, giving her an ethereal look. She can’t take me in all that far because I am a large man. She makes up for it with what she does with her hands and tongue.

  I shiver just thinking about it and she notices and smirks. She knows exactly what I am thinking about because I have the same reaction every time I do. She licks her lips slowly and I know that she is teasing me about it now. The little brat. Two can play that game.

  I reach under the table and run my hand up her thigh. Her dress raises further as I draw circles on her thigh. I let the circles get bigger until I graze her panties and she moans in anticipation. I pull my hand back and smirk. She glares at me, showing me the fire in her that I love so fucking much. My cock hardens painfully. Damn, I do love this woman. I love her more with each passing day. I will love her even more as the years go by. She is my one, my only and I will show her every way I can, as often as I can.

  I am about to get down on my knee when I am interrupted by the caterer I hired for tonight. I could have cooked for her but I wanted someone to serve us and I wanted to concentrate on getting my words right and not what I was preparing. She steps out and sits the salads down in front of us. Ella glares at me for having a woman here. I forgot about her insecurities.

  I am hoping that changes when we get married. Though, if it were her here with a guy in our house with her I might not like it either. Actually, I don’t like the idea at all. Thankfully, the caterer doesn’t even make eye contact. Hopefully that helps to soothe her. Damn it I wanted tonight to be perfect and already I am screwing things up.

  “Baby, you know I only ever see you. How could you even think I would want another woman?” I ask her as I take her hand in mine.

  “I’m sorry. I am trying to work on my jealousy issues. I know you’re not like the others I dated but sometimes I forget that and get scared. I’m in love with you and it’s scary.” She says. My mouth drops open and that is it for me. She finally confessing her love for me brings me to my knees, literally. I come to her side and drop to my knee.

  “I love you so fucking much baby.” I take her hand and put it to my cheek as I look up at her.

  “I want you to know that I will always love you and cherish you for the rest of our lives.” I drop her hand and reach into my back pocket and pull out her ring. I pull the tiny box out and her eyes zero in on it. Tears pool in her eyes and she makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat. She knows what this is now and she seems taken aback. I hope it is in a very good way.

  “I knew from the moment you walked past me on your way to anger management that you were the one. I knew I had to make you mine. I want to love you and cherish you from this day forward as my wife. Will you please marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?” I ask her as I let the emotions I have been trying to hold back over come me. A tear leaks from the corner of my eye. She catches it with her thumb as her own spill over and down her cheeks.

  “Yes, I will marry you.” She says barely above a whisper. I take her face in my hands and hold her to where I can see those beautiful eyes of hers.

  “Yeah?” I ask for confirmation.

  “Yeah.” She says with a hiccup. I push the ring on to her finger before I lift her out of her seat and wrap her in my arms. Her le
gs wrap around me as I carry her in the house and down the hall to our bedroom. I do not want to freak out the caterer by taking her outside. I have to be inside of her now. There is no way I can wait any longer. As soon as the door closes, I press her against the door and yank her dress up. I rip her panties off and throw them over my shoulder.

  “I hope you’re wet.” I tell her as I take my cock in hand and rub the tip across her slit. She moans when it hits her clit making her hips jerk forward. I line my cock up at her entrance and shove forward, sheathing myself in her silky heat. Fuck me, she feels so damn good. Our love making gets more and more intense as we get to know each other. I do not see that letting up anytime soon.

  “I love you.” I tell her as I pull back and thrust back into her clasping walls. Her pussy suck at me as though it doesn’t want me to leave. I do not want to leave either. I growl as I slowly start pumping into her. I will never get enough of her and now I know I never have to give her up.

  “Say it.” I growl at her as I really start pounding into her tight, wet heat.

  “Say you’re going to marry me.” I tell her as I pinch her nipple and grind against her clit.

  “I’m marrying you.” She shouts as her walls begin to tighten around me announcing her impending release. I can’t wait to feel her moisture drip down on to my balls. I love the feel of her cream as it cools on my overheated body.

  “I love you, Ty.” She says and that’s it for me. I feel my balls pull up tight against my body as the first blast of jizz shoots out the tip making my head fall back and a whole litany of words spill from my tongue.

  “Oh god, baby. I love you.” I grind against her as her sheath sucks every drop from me as she cums around me.

  “Forever.” I whisper in her ear.

  “Forever.” She repeats softly. I know that we may not always get along but we will always love each other and have more passion then most people could dream of having. I will always love her and cherish her for the gift that she is to me.

  Epilogue

  We got married a month after I proposed to her. She wanted to wear the dress before the baby bump showed. She was pregnant as I had already known she was. She was surprised with how easily she conceived. We both knew there was a chance she could get pregnant but she didn’t think it would happen so soon. I knew the first night that I had gotten her with my child. Do not ask me how, I just did.

  We had little Camden seven months after we married. He was an ounce shy of being ten pounds. She wasn’t happy with me. She says it’s because I am so big. She’s probably right. I weighed over ten pounds when I was born. It is a good thing that she fell so in love with Cam as soon as she held him. I want at least two more. I think little… er uh, big Cam can help me convince her to have another.

  Tonight I worked a long day. I had a woman go in to labor and had to go to the hospital to deliver her child who stubbornly waited until close to midnight to come screaming into the world. It was as always a beautiful experience and reminds me that I want more children of my own.

  I sneak up the stairs so that I do not wake them. Cam just turned a year old and he is finally sleeping through the night. I miss the nights that I got up with him though. We always had our best talks. Father to son. More like father to fussy baby. I love holding him in my arms and breathing in his sweet smell. Nothing smells better than a clean baby.

  I walk into our room and find Ella sitting up in bed with a book in hand and a small rectangle shaped box sitting beside her. I pull off my shoes as she looks up from her reading and smiles up at me. The woman still packs a punch when her eyes meet mine. I never doubt her love for me now. I see with every look she gives me.

  “Hey, long night?” She asks as I pull my clothes off and climb in next to her. I have plans for her body since she is already awake.

  “Yeah, too long. I missed the fuck out of you.” I tell here as I go to grab her. She stops me with her hand and holds out the rectangle shaped box to me. I take it and smile.

  “You got me something.” She smiles and nods her head. I pull the lid and look down, expecting a watch. What I see makes my heart stop for a beat and then starts racing.

  “Really? You’re sure?” She nods again as a tear drops down her cheek.

  “We’re having a baby.” She whispers as I push her back and nuzzle her flat stomach.

  “I can’t wait to meet you little one.” I tell my child that is even now growing inside the most perfect woman in the world. I look up at her with my own tears in my eyes now.

  “Thank you, not only for this gift but for being mine and giving me so much love. I love you.” I tell her as I kiss her belly and then kiss my way down to her perfect pussy. I will spend the rest of the night worshipping her the way she deserves for giving me everything I ever wanted and more. I eat her sweet pussy until she cums hard and her breathing is choppy.

  “I love you.” I tell her as push inside of her and then tell her again with my body. Every movement of my hips and moan from my lips is more ‘I love you’. She will never doubt my love. I have plenty of it for her and our children.

  End.

  Sneak Peek: Coming Home Chapter 1. 8 years old. Sammy

  My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sammy. I was staying at my grandmother’s house the night my world changed. My parents were having a date night like they did every week and I loved every moment of it because I got to spend time with my very loving grandmother. I was just finishing my breakfast the next morning and contemplating whether or not to start packing up my dirty clothes or go outside and play for a while. I was eight so of course I leaned on the side of playing first. The doorbell rang as I was getting ready to step out the back door.

  “I’m sorry ma’am.” Is all I heard of the male voice when I hear an anguished cry, I stop in my tracks and head back to my grandmother who is now being held up by a police officer who looks completely, uncomfortable.

  “Grandma.” I shout as I rush to her side. She sucks in a deep breath and seems to pull herself together and is able to step away from the officer as I rush into her arms. I know now that she pulled herself together for my benefit. She would only show how sad she was when she thought I was sleeping and I would hear her weeping. I wanted to be strong like her but I would cry often without my permission.

  I knew what had happened. I knew my parents wouldn’t be returning. My grandmother would never have reacted the way she had unless it had to do with her only daughter. My mom was all that had kept her going after she had lost her husband. My mother had only been three when it happened. He worked in a coal mine that collapsed, killing him and eleven other men. My grandmother had been devastated. From the stories, they had a beautiful whirlwind romance and they still loved each other greatly.

  My grandmother never dated or even thought of marrying again. Mom was her lifeline and after that day became her reason to live. I would like to think that I was that for her when my mother died but I think it was a struggle for her even with me. Oh, she loved me. For sure. I never once doubted that I was much loved but I think a piece of her died the day my mother did. No woman should have to bury a child.

  I remember my grandmother calmly telling me what happened, until my ears were ringing and I could no longer hear her words. I turned and fled out the back door. I ran through the woods. I had been down to the stream several times with my parents. They would take me there in the summers after a date night, so that I could wade in the water and search for crawfish. Being pinched once or twice by their claws didn’t discourage me. It was a place of warmth. A place where we had been happy.

  I ran, letting the branches whip my face and pull the hair from my scalp. I didn’t feel anything over the pain in my heart. I didn’t stop until I reached the stream, where I collapsed down on the bank and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t hear due to my ears still ringing and I could barely see through all my tears. I had no idea I wasn’t alone until two sets of arms wrapped around me. I look up to see the boys that live on ei
ther side of my grandmother.

  The boys are two years older than me so they never had much to do with me. Yet, here they both are lending me their shoulder in my time of turmoil. I will never forget how they sat there patting my back, without asking questions. They just supported me as though they really cared. How could they when they barely know me? I remember thinking but it did not keep me from dampening their shirts with my tears. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that has meant everything to me.

  Chapter 2. 15 years old. Step

  I have feelings for my best friend. The girl I have protected and cared for since I was ten years old. Why am I feeling this way? I know that my body has been going haywire lately but every time she leans in to me lately my cock hardens painfully. I can’t stop staring at her lips and wondering what they taste like. Her beautiful strawberry blonde hair and her large green eyes had always made me feel protective. Now, they make me want her in a way I have only just begun to understand.

  What is worse is that I think Trevor, my other best friend in our trio, is feeling the same damn way. I have caught him staring at her longingly. Trevor is the good looking one. He has all the girls chasing him and yet he pays them no mind. He only has eyes for Sammy. We want the same girl. Worse, our best friend who is two years younger. She isn’t even in high school with us yet.

  I do not want this to ruin the friendship we have. It has meant everything to me. I live with my father who drinks too much and goes long periods without remembering he even has a son to take care of. If it wasn’t for Sammy’s grandmother I would have starved. She fed me many times when my father would be on one of his benders. Yet another reason why I should avoid getting into a relationship with her. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her grandmother.