by Unknown
“After two years of physical therapy and therapy for PTSD I thought I was better. I was happy in Boston. I wasn't teaching like I planned, but I was good. I sat through the trial and tried to figure out how someone as handsome and charming as Henry Burns could be so evil. I knew I was going to kill him. I planned it. I didn't black out. During my two years in Boston, I linked up with some underground people they taught me. They trained me in self-defense and Krav Maga. I've been shooting all kinds of weapons since I was a kid. My dad had guns, and he taught me safety and how to shoot. When I stepped on the stand I knew what I was gonna do, and I didn't even hesitate."
She goes to stand up, and I grab her hand softly. "Now that you got that off your chest, here is how it's gonna be. You and I are together. I'm twenty-nine years old, so I'm not saying your my girlfriend. In a few weeks we’ll get engaged, and then get married. I know that without a doubt I love you, Kennedy Brennan. You just told me you premeditated killing a man in cold blood in front of a million people watching across the world, and my first thought wasn't to run. My first thought was if you killed a hundred men for no reason other than they pissed you off, I would help you hide the bodies. I don't need you to tell me you love me back, I need you to eat your special Pilar eggs and get dressed. We have things to do today.”
Chapter 11
For the last four months, Easton has been caring and supportive never pushing me too far. He’s been helping me expand my limit with touching and kissing but nothing further. Last night, before we went to bed I was finally able to say I love you, and I meant it. I love everything about Easton Kerrigan. I was going shopping with Stacy and Rose later today. I want to get something special for tonight. I'm ready. I’ve been ready, but Easton hasn't wanted to push me.
Stacy walks in and says “Rose is out front in the car.” The three of us make our way to the Naughty Kitty lingerie boutique.
“I think you should go with white. You're only a virgin the first time,” says Rose.
“No way! She needs something sexy not sweet! The fact that I'm picking this out for you to wear for my brother is really gross by the way!” Stacy says in disgust, and we all giggle.
After two hours, we settle on a lavender bra and panty set with black accents and black stockings. I've never been a fan of heels, but I buy a black shiny pair along with my outfit. We head to the spa where, according to Rose, I need the works. Therefore, after being waxed, stripped, buffed, and painted, I'm ready for hair and makeup. For the next hour my hair is pulled in every direction, my scalp is burned, but according to Stacy, if she had a dick it would be standing straight up.
I make my way home. Easton and I have dinner plans at seven so I know he is going to go home and shower and get dressed. It takes him about an hour then he usually sits down here while I get ready. It's five when he calls to tell me he is leaving the office. I have about an hour and ten minutes so I quickly draw a bath making sure not to get my face and hair wet. I rub myself down with edible honeydew lotion and get dressed. I roll the stocking up slowly so they don't tear and attach the garters. I walk in front of the mirror, smooth down my hair and reapply my lipstick. I hear the ding of the elevator so I stand in the living room. It’s awkward and I'm not sure what a sexy stand looks like so I just stand normal. Easton knocks and I tell him to come in. I hear him close the door.
“Baby, you wouldn't believe the day I have had,” he says, walking into the living room.
I reply, “Tell me about it.”
He stands there with his mouth hanging open.
“Hi”, I say.
“Baby, you look amazing!”
I walk over to him slowly, not because I'm trying to be sexy. It's really because I can't walk in these shoes. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me. I return the kiss with passion.
“Baby, are you sure? We don't have to do this.”
“I am ready, Easton.” He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him. He deepens our kiss. When we make it to the bedroom he lowers me onto the bed, removing a shoe and kissing all the way up my stocking covered leg, planting a soft kiss on the outside of my panties. He then takes off my other shoe and kisses his way up my other leg.
“Baby, I'm gonna make this so good for us.” He pushes my body down on the bed and kisses a path down my neck. Pulling my bra down, I feel him lick my hard nipple then suck it into his mouth. I start rocking my body.
“No, baby.” He moves to my other nipple and whispers, “You have to be patient.”
I'm moaning and arching my back. I feel him run up and down my slit over my soaking wet panties.
“Oh, baby, you're so wet for me. I can't wait to taste my pussy!” Holding him by the hair, I lift is face to mine.
“Oh, my little kitten likes when I tell her what I'm gonna do.” Standing up, he smiles before takes off his shirt. I reach up to undo his belt and slide his pants down. I run my hands over his washboard abs and try to slide his boxers down, but he leans me back in the bed.
“You first baby.” Sliding my panties down, I feel him kiss the inside of my thighs and let his tongue make contact with my clit. He starts off slow then gets faster with more pressure, I feel him slide his finger inside me.
“Aww, baby, you're so tight! I'm going to add another finger.” I feel him stretching me. His tongue and fingers work at the same time, and the orgasm hits hard and fast.
“Easton, I'm coming! Oh my god, I'm coming!”
“I know baby, you're gonna come a lot. I'm not nearly done with you.”
“Please, Easton.I want to touch you too.”
He stands, sliding his boxers down, “Come over here. I want you on your knees.”
I kneel in front of him, grabbing his cock in my hand. It's huge, thick, and beautiful. I slide my hand up and down.
“Easton, tell me what to do!”
“Okay, baby, I want you to move your hand, lean forward and lick the head. Yeah, baby, just like that! Now open your mouth, baby. I want you to lick up and down to the bottom and then suck as much as you can. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I start sucking and licking. “Fuck baby! I don't want to come in your mouth, but it feels so fucking good.”
I can't believe it! I can't believe Easton and I are finally going to do this.
“Baby, with your other hand massage my balls. Yes, just like that. Baby, I'm gonna come, you need to move!” He tries to move my head, but I suck harder. I feel his balls get tight, and then I feel hot liquid in my mouth. “Fuck, Kennedy! Fuck that was so good!”
He stands me up and removes my bra and he starts kissing me again. He lays me down, I see him stroking his dick. It's turning me on, and he knows.
“You like watching me stroke my cock, baby?” I nodded.
“Yes, baby,” I say, but my voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s needy and husky.
“I want you to show me how you make yourself come.”
I hesitate, but then slide my hand between my legs running slow circles against my clit.
“Baby, I don't want anything to be between us. I'm clean, and I know you are. I want you pregnant, so I'm not using any protection. I'm going to fuck you. I'm gonna go in quick so it hurts less, baby. You ready? Open your legs for me. Fuck, baby, your pussy is so pretty.”
I feel the head of his cock at my opening, and he slides in. He has to push forward to get through. The burning is over by the time he pulls all the way out and pushes back in.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea what knowing I've been the only man in your pussy is doing to me. You took all 11 inches of your dick, baby.
“I feel like I’m going to come again,” I say quickly.
“That’s right, Kennedy. I feel your pussy tightening. Don't hold back, baby, give it to me. Come on my dick.”
I do. I feel a burst of fluid soak his cock.
“I'm coming, baby, I'm gonna come inside your pussy!” I feel hot cum fill me and then we collapse in a heap.
“Easton, I love you so much! You made my firs
t time so special and wonderful!”
“I love you, Kennedy! And I can't wait to do this every day for the rest of our lives!”
I woke up sore in all the right places.
“Why are you watching me sleep?” I asked Easton.
“Because you're beautiful! I know you’re sore so I'm going to run the tub for you. You need to soak.”
Kissing me on the back of my neck, he went to start the tub. I sat in the warm water, and Easton scrubbed my back.
“You look sad, baby. You don't have any regrets do you?”
“No, Easton, I don't have any regrets. Just a little nervous. I need to tell you something, but I don't want you to get mad.”
“Whatever it is, baby, you can tell me.”
“I went and got the birth control shot when we first started dating. I wasn't sure when I would be ready, but I didn't want to have to worry about anything if we got caught up in the moment. I didn't want to take a chance.”
“It's okay, baby, I understand but this is it, baby. I'm not going anywhere. When it's time to get your next shot, can we discuss it and see if you’re ready to go off?”
“I have an appointment in two weeks. I'm due for the shot again so I can just cancel my appointment. I want you to be the father of my children, Easton. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Let's get you out of the water and back into bed.” We spent the rest of the night making love.
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Two more months passed with Easton working during the day and me working on plans for the conservatory. Everyday Max, Jax, and Isabel came over for lessons. At night, Easton and I made love. He spent most nights at my place since he said it was welcoming, unlike his penthouse. We finally decided to move in together, much to Elena and my mom’s disapproval. They said there was no reason to live together before marriage, but we were already living together.
Easton and I had been together eight months and things were perfect. My music conservatory would open in five months; enrollment was already at seventy five percent. I was still looking for teachers, but I still had a month before I needed to worry about that.
My biggest concern right now was going to be telling Easton we were expecting a baby in eight months. I just found out today and I'm excited but scared. I know our parents will not be happy because we aren't married, but they won't love their grandbaby any less. Everything will work out; it always does.
Chapter 12
Being Siobhan Gallagher is starting to be a major pain in the ass. I miss the days of jeans and Converse, of not having to make sure my neck isn't visible or that my arms are covered. I miss the simplicity of my glasses, which are now light brown contacts to hide my green eyes, making sure no red roots in my blonde hair are visible. Slipping into a long sleeved, pink, lime and white argyle dress and white ballet flats, I apply the three layers of foundation that insure not one freckle is detected, that the scar on the side of my head is covered by my hair since I will have a bald spot there for the rest of my life. However, the most annoying thing about being Siobhan Gallagher is that she is a lie and it's Kennedy that feels the guilt.
Hearing the doorbell ring, I open the door expecting to see Easton, instead I see Stella Mayò. She is holding her arm awkwardly and her lip is busted open. I'm not sure what the hell this bitch is trying, but I'm shocked when she shoves a file in my hands.
“Listen, Siobhan, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'm not what you think. Easton and his family are in danger! My dad knows Easton is helping the FBI! I found this file and it has all of the kids’ information. I think he is going to try and snatch one of the children! Please get this file to Easton!”
“Stella, come on, let me help you! Please you’re hurt!”
“No, I've already been gone too long! He will know I left the house! His men always watch me. Please they are just kids! You don't understand, my dad is the devil! He doesn't care who he hurts!”
“Please, Stella, I have somewhere safe you can go! Please!”
She turned and limped to the stairwell. What the fuck is going on? I ran to the elevator and took it up to Easton’s apartment. I handed him the folder and he started making calls. The entire family met at his place. I explained how terrified Stella looked, how I believe her arm was broken, and it was obvious she had been beaten. I told them word for word what she said, and I told them how she was dragging her leg behind her like it was also really hurt. Well, we waited for the FBI agents and Homeland Security agents to arrive. I was already formulating a plan. Stella's father was an evil man, the kind of evil man that hurt people. He hurt his daughter and I was gonna make him pay, but first I had to get Stella away from him and somewhere safe, not within the justice system. Information can be bought and I needed to get her somewhere no one would ever look for her.
Everyone was on high alert; Liam and Rose were worried about the safety of their children.
Agents flooded the penthouse and Easton was pacing and yelling that he was supposed to be kept anonymous. How was his testimony leaked!
I walked up to offer him comfort, and he shrugged me away. I sat on the sofa and asked Rose if she wanted me to take the kids to my place. Rose politely declined and told me she wanted to keep the kids together. I told her I understood. I asked if I could make anyone anything to eat or drink and that's when Easton started yelling.
He was yelling at me to stop asking questions and to stop trying to be the center of attention all the time.
“Why are you even fucking here? You aren't family, just leave!”
I sat stunned, when he grabbed my arm and yanked me off the sofa. Before anyone could move, I delivered a solid punch to his throat, stunning him and cutting off his air supply. I followed with two quick knees to the solar plexus and a roundhouse kick that laid him flat on his back. I walked over and put my foot on his throat making eye contact,
“Don't ever, in your miserable fucking life, ever put your hands on me again! We are done. I gave you all of me, and this is what you give me in return? How starved your heart must have been that it had to devour mine. Stay away from me, Easton, or you won't like the consequences!”
I turned, not making eye contact with anyone. I walked to my apartment and started packing. No one came after me, and truth be told, I didn't care. I scheduled movers to come and pack up my apartment and take it to storage. I called the contractor and told him to continue the work on schedule, but I had a family emergency and would be out of town until the first week in August. That would put me in my third, almost fourth month of pregnancy. I could still hide it by the opening of the Conservatory. I would only be in my fifth month. I could do this on my own; I just had to keep my shit together.
Stay calm, Kennedy, deep breaths, show no emotion. Fuck this place! Fuck Easton Kerrigan! And more important, fuck Siobhan Gallagher! When I came back to Denver, I would be Kennedy Brennan and anyone that had a problem with that could choke on a bag of dicks! Leaving my keys with the doorman, with instructions, I headed to my truck, throwing my bag on the back seat as I slid in the driver's seat. I heard a soft moan, what the fuck! Looking in the rearview mirror a saw Stella only she was covered in blood and barely conscious.
“Please” She whispers while trying to breath.
“Stella! Stella! Listen I’m not gonna turn around; I don't want anyone to think there is someone else in the truck. I'm gonna drive awhile and stop and get a first aid kit. I will check into a hotel and get you cleaned up. At the next stop light I'm gonna grab your phone and toss it, we don't want it traced. I also need your bag. I'm gonna throw it in a dumpster. Stella, I know you're in pain but I need you to hang on for me, ok? We are going home, Stella. I'm taking you home.”
I pulled out and made sure I wasn't being followed. I grabbed the phone clutched in her hand, broke it apart and threw it out the window in pieces as we drove. Then I stopped at a gas station, got what first aid supplies they had and headed towards the highway, stopping at the first hotel with
an outside entrance. I helped Stella into the room after checking in and I cleaned her up and showered her. There wasn't a spot on her body not covered in a bruise, some older, some new. She has scars all over her body, some looked like burns some look like skin broken open and healed after a beating. I laid her naked in bed and began taking photos of her injuries. I sent them to my cloud just case something happened to my phone.
Then I went to the Wal-Mart I saw an exit back. I know when she realizes she is dressed in Wal-Mart fashion she will likely, no, probably try and claw my eyes out. I found soft sweatpants and comfy shirts as well as a few pairs of slide on canvas shoes. I got her some underwear and sports bras that snapped in the front. I picked up hair dye, foundation and concealer, a few baseball hats and sunglasses. I got a cooler and some snacks as the drive from Colorado to Florida was gonna be hell but she couldn't fly without id and that was in a dumpster in Denver. Getting back to the room, I got her dressed and finally sank onto the bed. I had no missed calls or messages. As sad as I was, I was also relieved. I couldn't deal with anything else. I rolled over to see Stella sitting against the headboard.
“Why did you help me? You hate me.”
“I don't hate you, Stella, and you didn't give me a choice, you were beaten bloody in the back of my truck. How did you even get in there? You could have died back there!”
“My father beat me when he thought I took the file. When I left your apartment earlier, he was waiting around the corner. His men grabbed me and threw me in the back of the SUV. They drove around while he beat me in the back, they pulled in the alley by the garage. I think they thought I was dead. I was a message to Easton. It was to show him what happens when you go against my father. If he did this to his own daughter, what the hell do you think he would do to anyone else? I tried every car in the garage, yours was the only one unlocked.”
