by Tory Baker
“Robbie?” Hilary asks, turning to face her fiancé.
It hurts that she doesn’t believe me, but at least she’s questioning him.
“Pumpkin, you know me. You know how much I care for our relationship and value you. I’d never do what Tabby is accusing me of. I warned you early on that your sister would probably be bitter we were together. I knew it was a bad idea to have her in the wedding, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“Hilary?” I whisper in question. My heart is pounding. Before today I had pretty much given up on all my family, but I love Hilary and I had hopes that she would always be my connection to family. I even had this dream in my head that once she was married, she would take the time to mellow and reflect on what it meant to have someone in your life you could count on. I have a very sad feeling that I was wrong.
“You always thought you were so much better than me, Tabby. You couldn’t wait to go off to college with your career. It didn’t matter that you left behind people who cared about you. We were never enough for you. I thought Robbie was wrong when he said you would be unhappy about the two of us being together. I thought you would want me happy, but you’ve tried to talk me out of this from day one… and now this.”
“Hilary—”
“Just go Tabby. I’m marrying Robbie today and I don’t want you here.”
Her words feel like physical blows. I look around and they’re all looking at me like some kind of monster. My father is standing over to the side and I think I see a glimpse of sympathy there, but he’s not bothering to stand up for me. I didn’t really expect him too, but still…
Robbie on the other hand is smiling. He’s won and he knows it.
I turn to leave.
“Tabitha?” Brody asks. I look up at him and I don’t bother to hide my sadness—I couldn’t even if I tried.
“I want to go home, Brody. I don’t belong here. I don’t think I ever did,” I tell him and I feel tears stinging my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I don’t want Robbie or the others to see them.
“Right, then,” he says and I expected him to walk me out.
Brody—like Brody always manages to do—surprises me. He walks up to Robbie and he punches him again, this time in the stomach and he does it ten times harder than he did before. I know because Robbie immediately groans and claps his arms over his stomach and I can hear him even over the gasps of the crowd that has gathered. Robbie falls to the ground and curls in pain.
Brody probably shouldn’t have done it, and I should yell at him about it, but I don’t. Robbie deserves it. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy really.
“You ever come around my woman again and even the crows will have a hard time finding your body to feed off of,” Brody growls.
When Brody strides back to me, it’s then I see the anger in his face. He’s so mad that it’s vibrating through every pore. I probably should be afraid, anyone who sees him right now would, but I find I can’t be.
This is Brody. He’d never hurt me.
He proves this when he lifts me up into his arms as if I weigh nothing more than a feather.
“Let’s get you home, gorgeous,” he whispers, leaning his head down to kiss my forehead.
I’m so full of pain right now, I don’t know how to process it. But, with Brody’s words, I close my eyes, let his voice seep into my bones and I feel… loved.
So I don’t even hesitate. I wrap my arms around Brody and snuggle into his warm chest and I whisper the words I should have told him earlier.
“I love you, Brody.”
I shouldn’t have worried about telling him. The world doesn’t end. Brody doesn’t drop me and take off running. He squeezes me tighter to indicate he hears me. He turns around to look at my family. I don’t bother opening my eyes. I don’t want to see them. Not now… maybe never again.
“You can all stay away from Tabitha. Don’t bother even calling her unless it’s to apologize and then it’s up to her if she ever talks to you again,” he tells them and then he carries me out of there.
I’m smiling. Not because I’m happy—who could be happy after all of that? I’m smiling because I have Brody’s arms around me and I feel… safe.
Chapter Twenty
Tabitha
“Your family is fucked up, gorgeous,” Brody growls.
We’ve been back at the hotel for a couple of hours. We ordered room service and watched television. That’s it. We didn’t talk about what happened, we didn’t go over it, nothing. Brody seemed to know that I needed time to digest what happened and come to terms with it. He even left me alone to take a shower.
Apparently he has decided I’ve had enough time, because he comes striding out of the bathroom with a towel hooked at his hip and another towel on his shoulders—using it to ruffle and dry his hair. He looks good—as in really good.
“Yeah. I’m sorry I dragged you into all of this Brody,” I tell him, my voice full of regret. No one wants other people to witness their pain and embarrassment. The fact that Brody not only saw mine, but got involved, to the point he did, is humiliating—even if I am grateful he was there. I don’t know how I would have survived if I’d been on my own. I would have, I always have with my family, but it wouldn’t have been easy and I’m pretty sure they would have seen me cry…
I owe Brody so much…
“I’m not sorry—well, at least not about that. I’m sorry I didn’t do more damage to Rodney.”
“Robbie—”
“Whatever. I should have kept hitting the asshole.”
“I think you knocked his teeth loose as it was.”
“One could hope,” he says with a sigh. “How are you doing, gorgeous? I know it has been a bad day for you,” he adds, coming over to sit on the bed with me.
“I’m okay. I… it’s going to sound horrible, but I’m glad it happened. I’ve never felt close to my family and now I don’t…”
“You never have to be around them again,” he finishes and that’s exactly what I was thinking, but hearing it out loud makes me cringe.
“I should feel horrible, Brody, because that idea makes me feel…better.”
“No you shouldn’t. You don’t owe them a thing, Tabitha—not a damn thing.”
“They’re my family,” I try and defend.
“They’re not. They’re snakes… and most reptiles eat their young.”
“Is that a proven fact?” I ask, blinking.
“I say it is, so it is. You don’t need them, gorgeous. You have me.”
“But, Brody…”
“What?”
“Well, it’s just now that this stuff with my family is done…”
“I’m telling you, they are not your family. Maybe you were switched at birth.”
“I have that thought often,” I sigh. “But regardless, you don’t have to mess with me anymore. You were so amazing to help me out and go through all of this for me, but now there’s no point. We don’t have to pretend to be dating anymore.”
“No point.”
“Right. It’s done now.”
“Done,” he repeats and his voice is different. It’s a tone I’ve never heard from Brody before.
“That’s what I said,” I tell him, confused.
“Are you the same woman who told me that she loved me earlier?”
“I—” I blush bright red at his reminder. His voice is harsh and it’s clear he’s angry. I get up off of the bed and put some space between us—not a lot because the room is small but at least three feet. I don’t think Brody would hurt me, but I don’t really feel like having his anger directed at me right now either. “I think I’ll just go out for a walk.”
“The hell you will. What you will do is answer my question, Tabitha.”
“I don’t think I like your tone, Brody.”
“I can’t stress to you how much I don’t care about that right now. Now answer the question, did you or did you not tell me you loved me.”
“I did, but…”
“But
what? Were you lying?”
“What? Of course not. I do love you—although right now, I’m not sure why!”
“So why in the hell would we be done if you love me? Did you think I slept with you just to help fool your family? Because, gorgeous, they weren’t in the room with us then. I would hope that by the third time I buried myself inside of you, that you understood the only person I was trying to impress was you.”
“Now you’re just being an asshole,” I grumble. “And if you were trying to impress me you should have went for four times,” I add, just because I can and he’s pissing me off now too.
“I’ll make sure I do that next time.”
“Who said there was going to be a next time?” I yell at him.
“I did! This might have started off a little fucking unorthodox, Tabitha—”
“You’re the only man I know who can say words like fucking and unorthodox together!”
“I’m the only man you need to know!” he growls.
“Brody!”
“And in case you didn’t get the memo, I’m keeping you.”
“You can’t keep me. I’m my own person!”
“Too damn bad. I’m keeping you. You’re mine now.”
“I… Wait. What are you saying Brody?” I ask as his words finally register.
“I’m saying I love you too and I’m not playing some kind of charade or a game. I love you, Tabitha and I’m damn well keeping you. What do you have to say about that?” he questions and my heart stops.
Brody loves me…
Chapter Twenty-One
Brody
“Well?” I prompt her, aggravated more than I’ve ever been in my life. What in the hell is going on in Tabitha’s head? How could she think I was only here to help her fool with her family? Does she not remember what we’ve shared together? How fucking good we are together?
Maybe it’s time I remind her.
“Fuck it don’t matter what you have to say about it,” I growl, tired of playing around.
“Brody! What are you doing?!?!?” she screeches, looking over her shoulder at me while I roughly turn her around to face the bed.
“Reminding you of how good we are together,” I mutter, already pulling her pajamas down her hips and letting them fall to her ankles.
“Brody! Not like this!”
I spank her ass hard, my hand print making her ass blush a deep pink.
“Exactly like this and when I’m done, there will be no more of this bullshit, with you telling me that we’re done!”
“Ow! You slapped me!” she cries, trying to get away from me.
I hold onto her hip, not letting her move, while pulling her panties down with my other hand. They slide down her legs easily, joining her pajamas. I leave her top on for now, I’m too anxious to get inside of her to care.
“I spanked you, gorgeous—not slapped,” I whisper against her ear, pushing her hair out of my way.
“Whatever, it hurt and I—”
“And you liked it,” I tell her, biting into the tender flesh of her ear.
“I did not,” she argues, but her voice is going softer and there’s no way I imagined the way her ass rubs back against my cock.
If I don’t get inside of Tabitha before long, I’m going to go crazy.
“I can prove you’re a liar, gorgeous.”
“I’m not lying!” she insists and I just smile.
I slide my hand under her top, letting it travel up the soft skin of her belly and over to her breast. I squeeze it tightly. “I think you are, Tabitha.”
“I’m not!" she stubbornly insists.
“So if I cup that sweet little pussy of yours, it’s not going to be wet for me?” I ask her.
“I… Brody maybe we should talk—”
“We’re going to talk gorgeous. We’re going to talk while I’m buried balls deep inside of you,” I agree, squeezing her breast hard, while running my tongue along the shell of her ear.
Slowly I let my hand move down the length of her body, recommitting each curve to memory and letting the tips of my fingers graze her soft skin. I feel the heat pouring from her even before I make it between her legs. Her sweet juices greet me instantly, having painted the inside of her thighs.
“Brody,” she gasps, as I move two fingers through the lips of her pussy, not allowing a solid touch, more or less just teasing her.
“You’re soaking wet for me, gorgeous. You want me,” I groan, letting my towel fall to the floor. I need inside of her. I can’t wait another minute.
“I want you,” she moans, as I pull on her nipple. At the same time, I take my shaft in my other hand and slide it between the lips of her pussy. Her body trembles in reaction.
“You want me to what, Tabitha?” I growl, my cock throbbing so hard my balls hurt.
“Fuck me, Brody. I want you to fuck me,” she whimpers and that’s all I needed from her.
I wrap my hand in her hair and use the hold to push her down against the bed.
“Stick that ass out in the air for me, gorgeous,” I order her and groan in approval as she does exactly that. She’s so fucking perfect. “Slide those legs apart a bit. Give me room to give us both what we want.”
She doesn’t immediately do as I ask so I pull on her hair. I watch as an all over body shudder moves through her and grin. She loves having me in control of her.
Tabitha was made for me. She answers every need I’ve ever had inside, and there is something about her that makes me want to protect her, do things for her… make her happy…
Love her.
Once she gets in position, I hold my cock tightly at the base and slide him against her pussy. Her sweet cream immediately covers my shaft, hot liquid heat. I’ve never felt anything so perfect in my damn life.
“Hold onto the bed, Tabitha, this is going to go fast and hard,” I warn her. I don’t have it in me for it to go any other way.
I have to have her.
“Hurry,” she urges.
I position my cock at her entrance. The heat of her already calling to me, demanding I thrust into her, so I stop denying us both what we want. I try to go slow, taking my time to enter her inch by inch like I did the first time we were together, but once the head of my cock pushes inside and those sweet walls of hers clench down on me—I’m done for.
I cram my entire cock inside that sweet little snatch in one thrust. I do it while biting her shoulder, my hand tight in her hair. She screams and I worry I’ve been too rough, but her pussy spasms instantly around my cock.
“Tabitha—” I start, locking my body in place so I don’t hurt her further. I’m about to apologize when she thrusts her body back against me, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight it nearly chokes it.
“Don’t stop, Brody. God don’t stop. I need you to move,” she begs and that’s all it takes.
“I’ve got you, gorgeous. I’m right here,” I reassure her, my eyes closing as I move in and out of her. I wanted to take my time, but I can’t make myself and it’s not what she wants either. The feelings are too intense, too raw. With each lunge into her sweet body, I lose myself into her—body, heart and soul.
“Brody, it feels so good,” she cries.
“You’re mine, Tabitha. I’m never letting you go. Never.” I growl as I hold onto her hip. I shove my cock in her body, stuffing her completely so hard that she has to be able to taste me. The mattress squeaks with the movements of our bodies. I feel her tighten on my cock. Her body almost freezing in action and then she lets out a low pitch whine that fucking makes my balls ache as her climax takes her. She tries to fight it, but I don’t let her I move my hand to pull on her nipples and when I thrust deep inside of her I grind, scraping her walls with my shaft. I’m so hard I have to feel like fucking iron and I know I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer. But I try, and I do it because I want her to come all over my cock, bathing me in her cum before I let myself follow.
“Brody—” she whimpers as I feel her cum cover me, her
pussy trembling against my rock hard shaft feels so good that I know I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come and when I do I’m going to paint her womb with my seed. That very thought alone is what triggers my release. I empty myself inside of her. Jet after jet of hot cum tunnels through her body and shaking me to my very core.
I’ve not used a condom with Tabitha, we’ve not even discussed it—which breaks yet another cardinal rule I’ve had with women. I never go in ungloved—never. Yet, with Tabitha, I’ve never wanted to even think about it. I’ve never wanted anything between us. It’s not smart, and with our background we should have talked. I wasn’t consciously trying to get her pregnant, but the thought of Tabitha carrying my child, tied to me forever is exactly what I want.
I ease us down onto the bed going to my side and pulling her back against me, still buried deep inside. I can still feel cum leaking from my cock and I’ve filled her so full it’s seeping against my balls.
“You okay gorgeous?” I ask a few minutes later as our breathing begins to slow. I’m combing my fingers through her hair and I place a small kiss on her shoulder at the bruise forming from my bite. I should feel guilty, but I like my mark on her and it may make me a bastard, but I know I’ll do it again.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she murmurs, her hand moving down to clasp mine. She laces her fingers in between mine and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more perfect than this moment. Tabitha, holding my hand, her body as close as it can get to mine, perspiration from our lovemaking scattered over our bodies, my cock buried deep inside of her and her pussy still quivering from its workout.
“Hopefully that’s a good thing,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder again and smiling.
“A very good thing,” she says quietly.
I look over her shoulder so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling and her face is flushed. She looks fucking beautiful.
“I love you, Tabitha.”
