Wife Me Bad Boy

by Carter, Chance

  I also thought about that diamond ring. What man in his right mind would pick that for his sweetheart? I supposed true love did really exist out there, somewhere.

  Chapter 38

  Lacey

  I FELT STRANGE AFTER ROB’S CALL. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. It was almost as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I went outside and turned on the pool lights. The water glowed an azure blue. It was a clear night, absolutely cloudless. There were so many stars in the sky they reminded me of the sparkles I’d seen in the diamonds at the jewelry store.

  I turned on the hot tub with the intention of sitting in it for a while with a glass of wine, but then I remembered I couldn’t drink wine. I had a baby to think of. I decided I might call Faith later and tell her what had happened.

  I went inside, up to my bedroom, and changed into my bathing suit. I wrapped myself in my warm robe and then went to the kitchen and made some tea.

  When I went back outside, the hot tub was ready. I was about to get in, when I looked over at the barn. That night with Grant flashed through my mind. It would be with me forever. Not just because it was seared into my memory, but because it had made me pregnant. There was no undoing it, not ever. That’s what Grant had said he’d wanted, too.

  He’d said, “we’re going to risk it, Lacey. We’re going to let God decide. If something happens, it happens.” I shook my head at the boldness of it. Had he somehow planned all of this? I knew it was impossible, but somehow, I felt that if anyone could pull off the impossible, it was Grant.

  I walked toward the barn, which felt strange in my bathing suit and robe, and opened the door. I checked on the horses. They were all fine. Jackson had been working with them during the day.

  Then I looked over at the ladder that led up to the loft. Without thinking, I went to it and started climbing.

  That’s where it happened. That’s where it all began. Grant and I had merged our bodies right there on that hay. My heart fluttered just thinking about it. It had been ecstasy. It had been perfect.

  Then I looked up at the beam above me. I wanted to check if Grant still had those photos of me. I reached up and found the flask of whiskey. It was almost empty. I put it back up on the beam, then I reached around for the envelope.

  I found it and took out the contents. Sure enough, my pictures were still there. The young Lacey that Grant had secretly fallen in love with. It was still hard to believe he’d had such a strong crush on me all those years ago. There was also a letter. I remembered there’d been a letter the last time I opened the envelope. I’d never actually read it. I’d been so swept off my feet by Grant’s passion to even think about a letter. Now I could read it.

  I unfolded the pages and realized there were two letters there. The older one from all those years ago, and a much newer one.

  I read the older one first.

  Lacey,

  You barely know me, but please listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, and that there’s no way I could possibly know this yet, but I’m the man for you. God made one man for you, one man in all the world, and that man is me. I’m your one and only. It’s the truth. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. The first night I got here, I saw you coming down the stairs and it was like I was looking at an angel coming down from heaven. I always knew I’d meet an angel some day. The priest said, when my parents died, that an angel watched over us all. I didn’t believe him at the time, but when I saw you, his words finally made sense to me. You’re my angel Lacey, and I’m going to make you mine. I swear it. I’m going to take you, like a swooping eagle takes a fish from a mountain lake. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’ve always been mine, and you always will be, no matter what.

  Forever yours,

  Grant Lucas

  Tears were falling down my eyes as I read those words. I clutched the paper to my chest. What might have happened if Grant had given me that letter all those years ago? How much different might our lives have been? Would we be married now, with a family, with children? Would we be happy? Would my father have consented to our marriage? Those were all questions to which there would never be an answer. It was impossible to know how differently things might have been.

  I opened the second letter, the newer one, not knowing what to expect.

  Lacey,

  I should have said these words to you years ago. I’ve been a fool. I know it. Please forgive me. I’ve always loved you. It wasn’t just a crush back then, all those years ago, it was the real thing, and it’s still the real thing. The night we were together at Faith and Jackson’s wedding was the best night of my life. I can’t describe what I feel about it. It felt so right, like our destiny. I know we’re meant to be together, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way, anymore.

  Be mine, Lacey. Forget everything else, forget all the mistakes I’ve made, forget what an idiot I’ve been, and give yourself, body and soul, to me. I promise I’ll take care of you and honor you.

  Let me make you my wife. Let me make you the mother of my children. I beg you. I want everything you have to offer, Lacey. All the joy and love in your heart, I want it to be mine and no one else’s.

  Be my bride, and the mother of my children, and I’ll never be so stupid as to let you out of my grasp again.

  Forever yours,

  Grant Lucas

  I almost fainted. It was as if someone had reached into the deepest depths of my soul and grabbed my most ardent, heartfelt, desires. All I wanted was for the contents of that letter to become reality. When had Grant written it? It was since the wedding. Had he planned on giving it to me and then found out about my engagement to Rob? Would he still want to give it to me when he found out I was finished with Rob? My heart was racing. My mind was racing. I breathed deep gulps of air. I was too overcome to even think straight. Two letters, written seventeen years apart, and they both said almost exactly the same thing. It was uncanny, surreal. It was destiny.

  I quickly put the letters back in the envelope and placed it back on the beam. If Grant was going to give me that letter, I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that. I wouldn’t tell him I’d read it. I put the letter back exactly as it had been. He couldn’t know I’d seen it.

  Then I sat down on the bail of hay that we’d made love on, and started to cry.

  Chapter 39

  Grant

  I COULDN’T FIND LACEY WHEN I got home. I searched the living area downstairs, then I went upstairs and checked her bedroom. She wasn’t there. The pool lights were on so I went outside but she wasn’t there either. Nor was she in the hot tub, which was also on. I knew Grady and Forrester were out on a job in Las Vegas and Lacey would have been home alone. I was just beginning to worry when I saw that the lamp in the barn was on.

  I approached the barn slowly. For some strange reason, I knew that once I got there, something big would happen. Either I’d find Lacey and she’d be fine, checking on the horses or something, or I’d find something else. I began to think of all the terrible things Rob might try to do to her to get back at me.

  “Lacey?” I called, from the door of the barn.

  There was absolute silence. I waited a few seconds, and then she answered.

  “Grant, I’m up here.”

  She was in the loft. I climbed the ladder, a dull throb of pain in my shoulder as I did. When I got to the top, I saw the most seductive image imaginable. It was Lacey, the woman I was so deeply in love with that it was beginning to take over my very soul, and she was laying back on the hay, dressed in a robe, with tears in her eyes.

  “What are you doing up here?” I asked.

  “I could ask the same of you,” she answered.

  I looked at her, drinking in the ravishing sight.

  “I have a reason to be here,” I said. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”

  She looked startled by my words. I didn’t care. I wanted to startle her.

  I walked over to her and without hesitating, leaned down and put m
y lips over hers. Immediately she responded, pressing her lips against mine, opening her mouth and allowing me to push my tongue into it. I took hold of her head, my hands covered by her flowing, soft hair, and I kissed her like I’d never kissed anyone before. I kissed her like my life depended on it.

  My life did depend on her. Try as we both had, there was no way we could resist the force that sought to bring us together. We were completely powerless against our destiny.

  I pulled her closer to me, pressing her body against mine. The robe fell open, and I saw that she was dressed only in a bathing suit. My mouth continued to kiss hers, my tongue licking her tongue, licking her lips, and then slowly moving down from her mouth, over her neck, and then to her breasts.

  A wave of raw desire coursed through me as my lips reached her nipple. I took it into my mouth and sucked gently, running my tongue around the areola in rapid circles. She sighed. She wanted this too. She wanted me every bit as passionately as I wanted her.

  “Grant,” she whispered, as I sucked her nipple. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago, Lacey. I’m taking what’s mine.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you.”

  “You’re making me yours?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Just for one night?”

  I looked at her, her bright eyes sparkling in the light cast by the lamp. “No, not for one night. Forever, Lacey. I’m making you mine forever.”

  With that, I reached behind her back and opened the top part of her bathing suit. It fell down, revealing her bare breasts fully to my sight. They were perfect. They were heaven. I took them in my hands and squeezed, ever so gently, as if to test their ripeness.

  “These are the two most beautiful fruits God ever made,” I said.

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t think I need to change them?”

  “Fuck no,” I said, and put my mouth over one, and then the other, sucking her poor nipples until they were pink and ripe and firm, and fully erect.

  Lacey moaned and sighed in pleasure as I did it.

  “I want to come all over these breasts,” I said.

  She looked at me as if she didn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t blame her. I’d given her no warning. I didn’t even know if she’d heard from Rob yet. Did she know the engagement was off? She must have. She was too faithful of a woman to ever do this if she’d been still engaged to another man.

  I loved her so much for that. I loved her for everything she was. She’d put up with so much from me. And even after I’d ravished her in the barn, she never tried to force an outcome between us. She let me go, she let me be free, and I came back to her of my own will.

  I lifted her onto the bail of hay and laid her down on her back. She looked at me in a daze. I took the robe from her and then pulled down the bottom of her bathing suit. Her vagina lay before me like a treasure of gold. I felt like a pirate who’d finally found the trove he’d been searching all his life. This was it. This was real. This was what was meant to be.

  “Grant, what are you doing to me?”

  I didn’t answer her. I just bent down and put my mouth over her clit, sucking the gentle folds of her delicious pink flesh. She was so delicious. She was made for me. My mouth hungered for her. My saliva mixed with her and I swallowed the taste of her. If I could have drank her up entirely, I would have. I ran my tongue over her clit, trying to gauge her excitement. I wanted to make her come with my mouth. I licked her clit, and then sucked on it. I let my tongue run down over the open mouth of her vagina. She was more than ready for my cock, but I wanted to make her wait. I pressed my tongue into her vagina, as far as it could go. Her back arched, thrusting her pelvis forward to my mouth. I put my arms around her and pulled her even more tightly against my mouth. I swallowed. I plunged my tongue deep into her, and then I put my tongue even lower down, so that it reached to her anus. I licked that too, and while I did, my face was pressed into her pussy. I wanted every bit of her. I was like a ravenous animal devouring its prey. Lacey squirmed and moaned as if struggling against me. It would do her no good. She was my captive. I had complete ownership of her, complete possession. Even if she tried to escape me I wouldn’t have been able to stop what I was doing. I’d gone beyond the point of conscious decision. I was acting on pure, raw, animal instinct. My desire had taken over my mind and my body.

  “Grant,” she moaned.

  I pushed my face into her pussy and licked everything. She convulsed and I knew she was about to orgasm. I forced my tongue into her pussy and pulled her tight against my face.

  “Oh, Grant,” she moaned.

  I felt the tremor of her orgasm rush through her body. She shivered and pulsed and throbbed. I held her tight against my face, even as she tried to release herself. There would be no release for her, not now and not ever. She was mine and she had to know it.

  She cried out as her orgasm reached its climax, and then collapsed down onto the hay. I let go of her and rose up to look at her. I wiped my face, which was soaking wet.

  “What are you doing to me?” she panted.

  “I haven’t even started,” I said, and began opening the zipper on my pants. I took off my leather suit and when Lacey saw the bandage on my shoulder she gasped.

  “Grant, what happened to you?”

  “I was working tonight,” I said.

  “You got shot?”

  “I got clipped. It’s nothing.”

  She reached out to touch it but I pushed her back down onto the hay.

  “You stay right where you are,” I said.

  Her cheeks were flushed from the orgasm she’d just had, but I was no where near done with her.

  I took off all my clothes. We were both completely naked apart from my bandage. She looked even more alluring than she had the first time I’d fucked her. My cock was as hard as the handle of a baseball bat. I brought it up to the lips of her wet pussy and touched them.

  “Don’t tease me,” she said.

  I touched her again with my rigid cock.

  “Come inside me,” she said.

  “Don’t you want me to put on a condom?” I said.

  She hesitated before answering. I couldn’t wait another second.

  “Too late,” I said, and slowly slid the long length of my shaft inside her tender, pink flesh.

  She arched and gasped, as if being impaled by a sword, and I felt a throb of pleasure in my cock as it reached the full depth of it’s length.

  “Pound me, Grant,” she whimpered.

  I smiled at her.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, and then I started rhythmically thrusting, in and out, in and out, like a machine piston. She gasped and squirmed under the raw force of my relentlessly pounding cock. She struggled to move, to change her position, but it was perfect for me. It couldn’t have felt better. I grabbed a hold of her shoulders and locked her into the position I wanted her in. She was mine now. She would have to learn that.

  I kept pounding into her, and just when the pleasure felt as if it was going to be too much, I stopped. I had to force myself to stop, I was on the very cusp of orgasming inside her, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of playing with her a little more. I knew I would pour myself into her. I could wait another few seconds. I would make her beg.

  She looked up at me. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.”

  “You want some more?” I said.

  She nodded.

  “Then tell me you want it.”

  “I want it,” she said.

  “Beg,” I said.

  She didn’t hesitate a second. “Give it to me, Grant,” she said. “I want you so bad. I want your cock to explode in me. Please give it to me. You know I need you.”

  That did it. I flipped her around with a powerful thrust of my arm, so that she had her back to me, and then I lifted her up onto her knees.

  “Oh, Grant,�
�� she gasped, at exactly the moment that I slide my shaft into her gaping, waiting pussy.

  She cried out, and I thrust powerfully up into her body, trying to get my cock right into the very core of her. I wanted to put my seed into the very center of her soul, somewhere it could never be removed from.

  I held her hips tightly, so tightly my fingers left red marks on her skin, and I pulled her down onto my cock with each powerful upthrust from my loins. She cried out, again and again, and the more I heard her scream, the closer my cock got to the orgasm.

  “Oh, Lacey,” I cried at last. “I’m coming.”

  “Come,” she moaned. “Come inside me, Grant.”

  “I’m coming, Lacey. I’m coming.”

  I felt the pleasure fire through me, just as the pain from the bullet had earlier. It was like a sharp surge of excruciating, agonizing ecstasy.

  “I’m coming,” I cried again, and felt the first surge of my semen pour into her in a thick, powerful surge that started in the core of my groin and burst forward through my cock in an explosion of pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I cried, and again, my semen burst forth in an excess of electrifying pleasure.

  My vision blacked out for a second and my ears started to ring. The force of the orgasm felt so good that it almost knocked me out. I gushed into her again and again. When at last my cock stopped pouring into her, I collapsed onto her back. My weight pushed her down into the hay.

  “Grant,” she moaned.

  “Lacey,” I replied, my cock still fused inside her.

  “Oh, Grant, I waited so long to feel that,” she gasped.

  I turned her back over so that she was facing me. My semen was dripping out of her hot pussy, evidence of how badly I’d wanted her.

  “I’ve been waiting my whole life, Lacey. And I said I was going to make you mine this time.”

  “I am yours,” she said, looking up to me with so much adoration in her eyes I knew she loved me more than she’d ever loved another man.