by Walsh, Chloe
Stepping forward, I measured up to the red head.
“You need help, Rachel. Kyle doesn’t want you. He never has and he never will. You need to get yourself a really good psychiatrist, because the last one obviously didn’t work. If you come within a hundred yards of my daughter again, I will have you arrested and your ass tossed in a jail cell.”
“He wanted me before. He will again. Maybe he stills wants me, and it’s my face he sees every time he’s with you.”
“That’s funny,” I chuckled darkly. “Because that is exactly what Kyle told me he used to do when he was with you; visualize my face.”
The stunned look on Rachel’s face was priceless as I turned on my heel and headed inside to meet Cam.
The tiniest flair of guilt burned in my conscience, but I quickly doused that feeling.
I had nothing to feel guilty about.
That girl had made my life a living hell for almost a year.
She’d poisoned my dog and called my beautiful baby, a bastard.
No, screw my conscience, Rachel could go to hell.
*****
Kyle
“Dude, how do you fly around the country, run twenty hotels, babysit the kid and still kill it at school? It’s not fucking fair,” Derek grumbled, as he buried his head down on his text book. “I haven’t slept in a month.”
God, he was so fucking dramatic.
I’d hardly call the summer cooking class he’d roped me into going to, school.
Dropping my culinary studies book on Derek’s head, I switched Hope’s bottle into my other hand, before continuing her feed.
“Ouch, Kyle, what the hell was that for?” Derek accused, sitting up straight.
“Exactly. What the hell? As in, what the hell are you bitching and moaning about? You’ve clearly stated how easy you have it, so just suck it up, dude, and study,” I said quietly.
“And by the way,” I added. “For future reference, it’s not called babysitting if the child is yours.
I’m her father, Derek, and taking care of my own baby is not called babysitting, it’s called parenting.”
Derek waved a hand at me. “Dude, you are so fucking touchy. If I hadn’t seen Lee pop her out with my own two eyes, I would swear you grew a vagina and gave birth to Hope, yourself.”
“Don’t say the F-word around my daughter,” I warned.
Sitting down at the table, I pulled Hope’s bottle from her mouth and set it aside.
She immediately started to cry and scrunch up.
“You gotta slow down, baby girl,” I soothed. “Shh. Daddy’s got you.”
Setting her on my knee, I leaned her against one hand and patted her back with the other.
Hope answered with a loud burp.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, shaking my leg a little and she let out another loud, milky burp.
I grinned like an idiot.
It was incredible how something as small as getting Hope’s wind up, gave me such satisfaction.
I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her curly hair. She was so adorable with that milky-filled, sleepy look.
She yawned widely and began to doze off in my arms.
Tucking her against my chest, I looked up and caught Derek’s baffled gaze.
“What?” I asked a little defensively.
Derek held up a finger towards me. “Firstly, she’s like six weeks old. She doesn’t have a clue what ‘fuck’ means.”
“Derek,” I warned.
Ignoring me, he held up a second finger. “And secondly, I can’t figure out who has you whipped more, Lee, or Hope?”
The front door banged loudly, and I winced.
Thankfully, Hope was good with noise. She hardly stirred in my arms.
“Hey,” Cam said strolling into the kitchen, looking between Derek and me, before settling her attention on Hope.
“How did her checkup go?” she asked, making a beeline for my sleeping baby.
“Great, she’s perfect” I muttered, standing up quickly and slipping past her to the door.
Derek beat me to the door, slipping out of the room quietly.
Cam couldn’t help herself, she’d wake Hope up for a kiss and a cuddle every time she visited, and Lee and I’d be left with a very cranky, overtired baby.
“I’m just about to put her down for the night.”
“Fine,” Cam huffed. “But you can’t hog her forever, Kyle.”
“Can’t I,” I muttered before leaving the room.
*****
Switching on the baby monitor in Lee’s room, I tucked Hope in, before pulling out the door, leaving it cracked slightly.
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I slipped inside the bathroom quietly.
The sight of Lee’s naked body, all soaped up, caused my dick to harden so much it was painful.
“Is she okay?” Lee asked, sitting up in the tub, revealing those amazing breasts of hers.
“Fed, changed and sleeping like a baby,” I replied, pulling my shirt over my head as I walked over to her.
I watched her watch me.
Her nipples hardened. My cock twitched. I wanted her so bad. Needed to be in her, buried inside her warmth, so deep I’d never resurface.
My desire for this tiny woman, was limitless.
She sucked me deeper with every breath she took.
“Is it time I repeated the question?” I asked, crouching next to the tub.
“Not yet,” she teased.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I growled, dipping my hand under the water and running it up her thigh.
“Likewise,” she sighed, spreading her legs wide for me, signaling the green light I’d been waiting forever, for.
“I love you,” I whispered, brushing my fingers over the lips of her sex.
I watched her eyes flutter closed; her head fell back against the tub.
“I love you more,” she breathed, as I slipped a finger inside her folds to touch her heat.
Her back arched, as I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her clit in a slow rhythmic circle, sliding in and out slowly.
I hoped like hell this was okay for her, because I was about to combust with need.
Her mouth fell open, a low moan of arousal escaped.
“Marry me,” I whispered, pressing my thumb harder against her tender bulb of nerves, slipping another finger inside her pussy.
I leaned over and took a hardened nipple into my mouth, teasing the puckered bud with my tongue, before rolling it between my teeth.
“Oh god. Yes, don’t stop,” Lee cried, bucking and clawing at my back as she tried to pull me into the tub with her.
Kneading one of her full breasts with one hand, I used my mouth on the other as my fingers pumped her hot little pussy.
She squirmed under my touch, pressing her hot pussy against the heel of my hand.
She was close, I could feel it. The walls of her core clenched around my fingers as she thrashed her hips wildly.
I stopped moving before she could come and Lee cried out in frustration.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked breathlessly.
Leaning back on my heels, I stared into her lustful gray eyes.
“Marry me?” I asked again, my voice thick with emotion.
Lee sighed deeply, shaking her head.
Her chest was heaving, her arousal clear. “Is this your new plan? Finger fuck me into submission?”
I raised my brows in surprise and smiled.
“Dirty words, princess,” I teased, leaning forward to place a kiss against the fluttering pulse in her neck. “If I wanted to fuck you into submission, I wouldn’t be using my fingers.”
****
Lee
I was coiled so tight, I thought I’d explode if Kyle didn’t touch me.
I brushed my fingers over his cheek.
“I like your fingers,” I whispered, feeling bold.
Kyle groaned, and thrust his tongue into my mouth, tasting me.
I knotted my fi
ngers in his hair pulling him closer, teasing his tongue with mine.
It was the truth though; Kyle had serious skills with those hands of his-with every part of him.
He was so virile.
The sheer size of him, his ripped stomach, broad chest, narrow hips, those thick powerful thighs and the heavy length that hung between his legs…
His body was incredible and Kyle knew, exactly, what to do with it.
“You’ll like my dick even more, when I’m driving it deep inside your hot little pussy,” he growled, his lips brushed my jaw, my neck.
I nodded, pulling his mouth back to mine.
It had been a long six weeks. I couldn’t wait to be with him again.
I knew I should mention Rachel’s little visit today, but I didn’t want to upset the apple cart.
And he was distracting me so much, I could barely think straight…
“Say yes,” he dared, with a teasing lilt to his voice.
I shook my head, returning his smile.
“What are you waiting for?” he challenged.
“I have my reasons,” I whispered, then leaned forward to kiss him deeply.
“I may have to resort to fucking you into submission after all,” he confessed as he stood quickly, taking me effortlessly with him.
“Please do,” I mumbled against his lips, as I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily.
Kyle growled and strode out of the bathroom and into his room.
Placing me down on his bed, he stripped his pants off before covering my body with his.
The weight of him on me was ecstasy.
“One of these days, princess, you’ll be the one asking me to repeat the question.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lee
“Will you please, stay out for a little while longer? Have some fun with Derek,” I said into my phone.
Kyle grunted on the other line. “Are you trying to get rid of me, princess? Moving a toy boy into the house, while I’m out?”
I chuckled.
“Oh, yeah,” I joked. “Because that’s all I need in the house; another testosterone filled man.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be back at seven,” Kyle sighed.
“Good, thank you. I’ll see you then.”
“Oh, princess?”
I smiled at the teasing tone in his voice. “Yeah?”
“You might wanna check around the house, and see if you can find some duct tape.”
“Oh, really,” I said, confused. “Why, what have you broken?”
Kyle laughed hard. “Duct tape for that mouth of yours, because by the time I’m finished with you tonight, you’ll be screaming the fucking house down.”
Oh…
Linda stepped into Kyle’s office, and I blushed in mortification.
“Okay,” I muttered. “I’ll get that sorted, bye, love you.”
Hanging up before Kyle could make me blush further, I cracked a smile at Linda.
“Thanks so much, for doing this,” I told her as I pushed Hope’s buggy over to her.
“It’s my pleasure, Hun,” she said, her gaze fixed on Hope’s sleeping body, all tucked up and cute…
“Besides,” Linda teased. “With Kyle monopolizing the baby, I’ve hardly had a look in.”
I nodded in agreement. “I know, he is ridiculous.” Ridiculously cute, I wanted to add.
The way he took care of Hope…Uh, it kind of made me swoon...
“I’ve packed six bottles, not that you will need all of those. And there’s diapers, wipes, cream, her formula, four changes of clothes….”
“Will you go already,” Linda smirked. “And stop worrying, it’s not my first time, you know.”
I smiled apologetically.
“Thank you so much,” I said, suddenly feeling really guilty. “Maybe, I shouldn’t…”
“Yes, you should,” Linda commanded, shooing me from the room. “We will see you both in the morning. Go and enjoy being young and in love.”
I smiled to myself, feeling deliriously happy.
Enjoying Kyle Carter, was exactly what I intended to do.
*****
Turning my key in the front door of our house, I was thrumming with excitement.
Tonight was the night.
I had it all planned with days.
I was going to ask Kyle to repeat the question.
I was ready, he was ready. It was time.
I ran upstairs and changed into the sexy red babydoll and matching suspenders I’d bought the other day.
I let my curls down-Kyle loved my hair down, and applied my makeup.
Running downstairs, I went in search of the duct tape he’d told me to get.
I had no intention of using it, but I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he thought I had…
Bounding into the kitchen, I went straight to the knick-knack drawer and started rummaging.
“Hello Delia.”
I spun around and froze, my heart dropped.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
*****
Kyle
I grinned over at Derek as I turned my car onto Thirteenth Street.
“So, what’s your plan for after summer?” I asked.
Derek sighed and shook his head. “I have no fucking clue. My original plan was to move back to Idaho; my brother needs help with running the business, and all my family are there, but…”
“Camryn,” I guessed, knowing full well that Cam was the only reason Derek was contemplating his future.
Derek had his future mapped out clearly since he was eighteen years old; go to college, get his degree, then head home to join the family business.
“I don’t know, Der,” I said. “Maybe if you give her some time, she’d see what she was missing, and come to her senses.”
Derek shook his head in surprise. “No, dude, you’ve got it wrong, she’s not why I’m thinking about staying. I mean, sure, I love Cam and a part of me probably always will, but I know when a ship has sailed. And me and Cam, well, as good as it was, I can’t force her to love me. In a way I’ve always known that I wasn’t the one for her. Besides, even if she did want to start back up, I don’t think I could ever get past the whole…Mike thing.”
I didn’t understand a word he was saying. My head couldn’t grasp it.
“Derek, you’ve been miserable with months. You love her; I watched how badly you handled the breakup. I had the fucking hangover to show for it.”
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t take it too well,” he chuckled. “I’m okay with it now though.”
“That’s good, man. I’m happy for you.”
I was glad Derek had found some semblance of peace. He deserved to be happy.
“Are you happy, Kyle?”
I thought about my two girls and nodded. “Yeah, I’m happy.”
I’d never been happier in my life. I had a beautiful daughter, and an amazing woman.
Derek patted me on the shoulder. “See now, that’s exactly why I’m not ready to move back home. I feel like I’ve got an investment in that kid. She needs her Uncle Derek around, especially when her parents’ decide to go bat shit crazy on each other.”
I laughed at his comment.
“No man, Lee and I are solid now; nothing is going to tear us apart again. Those days are behind us. But seriously, if you’re thinking of staying, I’d be thrilled….”
My words trailed off as we rounded our street, and flashing lights and sirens greeted us.
Our house was surrounded by dozens of vehicles and crowds of people.
Slamming on the brakes, I jumped out of the car and ran.
*****
Lee
In the movies, when the villain pulls a gun out, a hero bursts into the room and saves the girl.
I knew that wouldn’t be the case for me.
I wasn’t going to be saved, I was going to die.
Rachel held the gun steadily in her hand, pointing the barrel directly at my chest, and
in that moment, my only thought was, thank god, I’d dropped Hope off with Linda, before coming home.
I was going to die, but my baby was safe.
“Please, don’t do this, Rachel,” I begged, knowing it was pointless to beg for my life from a woman so intent on destroying it, that she’d spent the last twelve months executing attempt after vicious attempt at ending me.
But the will to live, the overpowering, maternal urge to stay alive for my daughter, meant that I would say and do anything to survive this.
“I warned you. I told you time and again, but you didn’t listen, did you?”
Her voice was cold; the look in her eyes was that of feral triumph. “I gave you a choice, but you chose wrong. You won’t leave; therefore, you have to die.”
She pulled the safety, and my heart rate exploded.
“This isn’t going to make Kyle love you, Rachel. Killing me will only make him hate you more. You’re sick, not thinking clearly, I understand that, I can help you, if you put down…”
“I haven’t thought of anything else in months,” she spat. “My only regret now, is that I didn’t do this while you were pregnant.”
Aiming the gun straight at me, she smiled. “But not to worry, when I’m your little bastard’s stepmother, I’ll make sure I remedy that.”
There was a commotion in the hallway and I didn’t have a chance to say another word before the sound of a gun firing went off, and I collapsed on my knees.
Pain…Pain enveloped me.
I was screaming.
Writhing in the sharpest form of physical torture, but I wasn’t dead.
I was bleeding, my hands, my stomach; I could see a river of dark blood spreading over the fabric of my red dress.
In the mist of the red haze and agony, I could hear voices.
Someone was here.
I was going to be okay.
Someone was going to save me.
