He slid his cock into my waiting pussy and I reached up and put my hands around his neck. The muscles in his shoulders rippled like the muscles in a horse’s neck.
“Come in me,” I said. “Come in me, husband.”
And he did. Instantly, I felt a throb in his bulging cock. I stared up at him, and he stared down at me, his gaze burning into my very soul. He shut his eyes, then opened them again. A burst from his cock poured into my pussy. It felt so good. We owned each other now. He was my husband. I was his wife.
“Come,” I gasped. “Come inside me, husband.”
And another surge of my husband poured into me.
“Yes,” he cried. “Yes, Lacey. Yes, wife.”
His cock throbbed and throbbed, his cock pumping and pouring into me so powerfully that I knew we’d created a bond that would last forever. We would belong to each other forever. Grant and Lacey. Lacey and Grant. That was the way it would be, because that’s the way it was always meant to be.
It wasn’t because of any decisions we’d made that our paths had crossed. My father had done it. God had done it.
Chapter 51
Grant
I orgasmed inside Lacey so hard I thought I would die. In fact, if I had died at that moment, I could honestly say I would have died a happy man.
I’d achieved the best thing in life that a man can ever hope to achieve, I had the love of a good woman, a woman who knew me and knew how to love me, and that’s all a man can really ask for in this world.
This isn’t something you’ll hear very often, but all men are born incomplete. They’re only half of what they know they really should be. They don’t attain the other half of their potential until they find the right woman who loves them just the way they need to be loved.
No man is perfect. Believe me. I know. We all have our faults, our weaknesses, our failings. We try to hide them, and often we do a pretty good job, but beneath the surface those weaknesses are there, and we know it.
So when we find the woman who knows about those weaknesses, who sees those things that are wrong with us, and still loves us, that’s when we finally feel complete. No matter what a man says, he can’t live without the love of his woman, and that’s what counts.
Women love with their entire heart. They love like their life depends on it. They love so completely that they could eclipse the sun.
And every man knows it. Deep in his heart, he knows. And he knows he needs it. Men like to think they’re strong and independent, but the truth is, we know we’re meant to be part of something bigger. We’re meant to be part of a relationship, and only when we’ve found that relationship can we truly be complete. Only then can we create a family.
I sighed in the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt as if every pleasure nerve in my body was utterly satisfied. Lying right next to me, was the woman that chose to love me. Lacey. My wife. She was mine now, and I was hers, and that’s the way we would be for the rest of our lives.
There’s something comforting in knowing something about your future. It’s difficult to find much certainty in the world. So much changes. So much is up for grabs.
But one thing was certain for me. No matter what else happened, I would love Lacey, and she would love me. I knew that would never change, because we’d already been loving each other for half our lives. Even if we’d never had the courage to admit it to each other.
“I love you, Lacey,” I said.
Lacey just smiled at me. Her phone beeped and she looked at it.
“Who is it?” I said.
“It’s Faith. Oh my God.”
“What does it say?”
“It says she and Jackson are pregnant.”
“Wow,” I said. “Jackson’s a lucky man. I know this will make him very happy.”
“They’re both very lucky.”
“Yes they are,” I said.
I got up to go to the washroom. I picked up my phone on the way and dialed Jackson’s number.
“Congratulations, brother,” I said. “Another baby on the way.”
“Yes, sir,” Jackson said. “We couldn’t be happier. Faith just found out.”
I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror.
“I’m so happy for you man. Circumstances are a lot different this time, eh?”
“Yes they are. Do you remember what it was like last time?”
“We thought you were dead. It was terrible,” I said. “We thought we’d lost you forever.”
“Well, this time I’ll be here for every moment. I’m not going to miss a single second of my baby’s life.”
“Tell Faith I said congratulations too.”
“I will,” Jackson said. “And congratulations to you too, man.”
I smiled. It felt so good to be married. “Thanks,” I said.
“We’ll be fathers together.”
“What?”
“Oh,” Jackson said. “Shit. You didn’t hear that from me, man. You’ve got to promise me you won’t tell Faith and Lacey I said that. That’s a big secret. I didn’t realize you still didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“I’ve got to go, brother. I said too much already.”
He hung up. I put down the phone. I looked up into the mirror, and for a brief second I didn’t recognize who was looking back at me.
It didn’t look like me at all. The eyes, the mouth, the expression on the face. It wasn’t my face, but the face of my father. It was the expression he’d worn the last time I saw him alive. A knot formed in my throat, and I thought I was going to cry, but I didn’t.
I didn’t cry. I smiled.
Then I opened the door and went back into the bedroom. I looked at Lacey. It was true. She was different. How had I not noticed? Her breasts were full, her cheeks were glowing with a healthy warmth. Was that the beginning of a bump on her belly? Maybe it was.
“I love you, wife,” I said quietly.
She turned and looked at me.
I cleared my throat. “We’re having a baby, aren’t we?”
Her mouth dropped open. “How do you know?”
“I just know,” I said.
She smiled at me, and I saw a trace of fear in her expression.
“I know it’s mine,” I said.
She nodded. “It is.”
I reached out and pulled her toward me.
“What are you doing?” she said as I climbed on top of her. “Grant, I’m exhausted.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “You don’t give a man the best news of his life, you don’t give him a miracle, and then expect him not to show you how grateful he is.”
My cock was rock hard. Knowing my baby was already inside her filled me with such a passion, such a hunger for her, that I could hardly control it.
I put my cock against the lips of her pussy and they were already wet, already waiting for me. I slid right into her and the look on her face told me something I’d never dreamed.
I was going to be a father and a husband. I was going to have a full life, of love and happiness. I was complete.
I was a man.
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He wanted a baby. I needed a man.
Faith
The first time I saw Jackson, I hated his guts. He was everything I could never have. Pure, panty-wetting, manhood. And I was trapped in a loveless relationship with his worst enemy. I never would have dreamed he craved my womb so badly he was willing to do anything for it.
Jackson
My father's death taught me a lot of things. Most importantly, I needed a child. I had to have a son before my enemies caught up with me. So when Faith came begging for protection, I knew exact
ly what I wanted. I yearned for her body. Lust raged through me like a wildfire. I longed to make her pregnant with my child. I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. A life for a life. My protection, in exchange for everything she had to offer. I'd die for her, but she would give me a son.
I took her womb. I never suspected she'd take my heart.
Chapter 1
Faith
The first time I saw him, I hated his guts.
He was the sexiest creature on God’s green earth, and he was all the things I would never have. He was cocky, arrogant, and confident, but in none of the ways I was used to with Wolf.
He walked into the Los Lobos hangout like he owned the place. He was late for his appointment and for a brief moment, I wondered what he told the guards for them to let him past. I was the only one still in the bar, enjoying a rare moment to myself.
“I’m looking for Wolf,” he said.
I shrugged. “You’re late.”
I was different in those days. I wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt me, and I took it out on whoever I could. I’m not proud of the way I was, but things were getting desperate for me and I was too afraid to admit I’d made a mistake. Wolf Staten was my mistake—a cruel, brutish mistake—a mistake I could never unmake.
“Well, whatever you do, don’t trouble yourself,” he said, an arrogant smile on his lips.
Was this jerk taunting me?
The truth was, I was sick of Los Lobos and their smooth-talking, tattooed musclemen. The fact that this one had arms like Mark Wahlberg and a smile to match didn’t change that. He was a criminal, just like the others, and if he wanted to speak to Wolf, he could damn well show up on time like everyone else.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to jump to attention every time a guy like you walked in.”
“You always this friendly to your potential partners?”
“You’re not my potential anything,” I said.
“You don’t know that.”
I looked into his eyes. Something about his confidence bugged the crap out of me. I couldn’t say what. Usually when people came to Los Lobos, they were scared to death. This guy looked like he was on a morning stroll through the park.
“Yes, I do,” I said pointedly.
He held me in his gaze, then shrugged. “You might be surprised.”
“Might I? I doubt it.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
He was infuriating.
“Forget it,” I said. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. Then forget what you forgot. You look like the kind of guy who could manage that.”
He let out a laugh.
My eyes glanced over his chiseled chest and torso, visible through his tight shirt. God, he was sexy.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re touchy?” he said.
“I’ve got my reasons,” I said defensively.
“I bet you do,” he said, looking around the bar.
I didn’t know if he was agreeing with me or challenging me. I didn’t know how to read him. He was frank and direct, didn’t play games, and in the world I lived in, games were the only thing that mattered.
“We could do this all day,” I said, “but I’m not in the mood for banter.”
“Have it your way. You know where I can find him?”
“Who?” I said, knowing full well who he meant. I was prolonging our interaction without even realizing it. Was I that lonely for real contact?
“Wolf.”
“I’m sorry, is there something about me that gives you the impression I’m his secretary?”
“Jesus. What is it with you? Just tell me where he is.”
“Fine. He’s gone. They all are. You missed them.”
“Shit,” he said.
I nodded. “So, you know, don’t let me keep you.”
I’d become a bitch and I knew it. He knew it too, but he took it as a challenge. He was one of those guys who wanted what he couldn’t have.
He looked at me and a smile crossed his face that drove me mad. He was so sexy I had to bite my lip. I won’t say what I really wanted to bite. It wasn’t every day I was alone with a guy like this. Wolf was too jealous to allow it. The way this guy looked at me made my heart speed up.
“Girl, you’re lucky I don’t come over there and teach you some manners.”
A mental image of him bending me over the bar and spanking my naked butt flashed before my eyes. It made my cheeks flush.
He was charming as hell. He was my type too, sexy, the bad boy look, muscles, a raw attitude that exuded confidence. I wanted him to leave so I wouldn’t be reminded of all the things I couldn’t have.
I already knew he was nothing like Wolf. This guy would be good to his girl. He’d treat her right. He wouldn’t hit her. I had experience in that department, and I could tell. The truth was, this guy was everything I’d given up forever by getting involved with Wolf, and it was torture to see it.
I wanted him to turn around and walk out the door, but another part of me was desperate for him to stay.
“Manners?” I said.
His grin stretched from ear to ear. “The manners your daddy should have taught you.”
I couldn’t resist. “You wouldn’t have the nerve,” I said and, despite my intentions, gave him a sly smile.
That got his attention. He looked at me again as if seeing me for the first time. His eyes drank me in from head to toe, staring at my ass and tits longer than was necessary.
“Try me,” he said.
“Trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up with a girl like me.”
“Are you that dangerous?”
“Let’s just say, if you messed with me, you’d be taking your life in your hands.”
I don’t know what got me talking to him like that. It wasn’t like me to flirt with the lowlifes that did business with Los Lobos. I despised all of them. But everything about this guy was different. He had balls. In all the months I’d been with Wolf, this was the first time I’d met anyone who seemed to have the nerve to rival him.
“Don’t you know?” he said, “Some things are worth risking your life for.”
“Some things?”
“Sure. Some things,” he said and looked down at my ass again as if assessing me, checking if I was one of those things worth taking a risk for. Cocky prick.
The way he looked at me made me feel the need to prove myself. I realized I was sitting up straight in my seat, shoulders back, breasts pushed forward, the way my mother had always wanted me to sit when I was a kid. For the first time in months, I actually cared what someone thought of me.
He melted my resistance. I struggled not to show it. I couldn’t let this go anywhere. As tempted as I was to flirt, I would be literally taking my life in my hands if I did.
“Let’s you and me go for a walk,” he said.
I laughed. “A walk?”
He winked. God he was arrogant. I loved it.
“What makes you think I want to go for a walk with you?”
His eyebrows rose. “Shapely legs, tight ass, I bet you can walk the fuck out of those pumps.”
I burst out laughing. “Walk the fuck out of my pumps?” I repeated out loud. I couldn’t believe he’d said it like that.
“Girl, I can tell an assassin when I see one.”
If Wolf ever overheard anything like this, there’d be hell to pay. He’d string me up and have his thugs beat the shit out of me. But he’d left for Vegas.
“An assassin?”
“An assassin of the heart.”
That did it. I burst out laughing even louder than before. I laughed harder than I had in months. He was playing, being intentionally ridiculous, but it worked. If it hadn’t been for the threat of Wolf’s jealousy, I’d have gotten on the back of his bike and ridden with him wherever the hell he wanted. I’d always been a sucker for a cocky bad boy with the guts to let me know what he wanted from me.
“I’ve never heard anyone use that line,” I laughed.<
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He was smirking now. He knew he’d won me over. “It’s not a line.”
“Isn’t it?”
His eyes crawled over me, lingering on all the hotspots. He had some nerve. I had to give him that much. He knew how to walk into a room, spot what he wanted, and go for it.
“Well, before you get carried away, you ought to know I’m Wolf’s girl.”
“Is that a warning?”
“I’d just hate to see anything bad happen to you.”
He took a seat at the bar next to me. It was a bold gesture given that every other seat in the place was empty.
“Why would anything bad happen?” he said.
“Well, you seem to be getting ideas.”
“What sort of ideas?”
I looked away. He was trying to goad me. “You know what I mean.”
He looked right at me with those intense eyes. His jaw looked like it was cut from marble. I wanted to rub my hand against the shadow of his stubble, just to feel its roughness.
“What if I told you I don’t care whose girl you are?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What if you got on my bike right now, and rode back with me to Rio Secco?”
“Wolf would kill you,” I said.
“Wolf can go fuck himself.”
No one spoke that way about Wolf. Was this a test? Had Wolf sent this guy to see how I’d respond? I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Who are you?” I said.
“Listen, I’m not kidding. I can see you don’t like this shit hole. I don’t blame you. Your boyfriend’s scum. You’re too good for him. Los Lobos are heartless bastards. There’s something better, and it’s just a ride away.”
“As easy as that?” I said.
“Sure.”
“We’d go back to your place?”
“Yes we would.”
“What then?”
“Then we’d fuck like rabbits.”
“Charming,” I said, but I wasn’t as unaffected as I put on.
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