“Yes,” he cried. “Yes, Lacey. Yes, wife.”
His cock throbbed and throbbed, his semen 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.
Grant’s semen pouring into my pussy was just the proof of what had always been destined to happen.
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 that 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 it. And he knows he needs it. Men like to think they’re strong and independent, but the truth is, we know that 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 completely satisfied. I couldn’t have felt more complete. 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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Chance Carter
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Chapter 1
Elle
ELLE BARCLAY LOOKED INTO THE face of the man she thought she loved. Tears fell from her eyes.
How could she have been so wrong about him?
His name was Gris. He was seven years older than her, about thirty, but the lines on his face and the gray in his hair made him look at least forty. He had a wooden baseball bat in his hands and he swung it down violently on the kitchen table, smashing it in half.
“Gris,” she cried, “please.”
She hated the pleading tone of her voice. She hated how scared she sounded, how powerless she felt. This was the man she’d told herself she loved. She’d told herself she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She’d told herself he was a good man.
“Get down on your knees, bitch,” Gris snarled. “Get down on the ground where you belong.”
He was slapping the bat into his left hand menacingly, as if warming up for a baseball inning, but Elle knew from experience that the only thing Gris wanted to hit with it was her.
“Don’t do this, Gris. Please don’t do this.”
“I thought I told you to ge
t on your knees, bitch. Don’t make me say it again.”
Slowly, reluctantly, she got down on her knees. It was a position she’d become all too familiar with during her years with Gris.
“That’s it, you worthless whore. You know where you belong, don’t you?”
She looked down at the ground.
“I said, you know where you belong, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What? Speak up. I didn’t catch that.”
“Yes, Gris.”
“You’re a filthy, disgusting little whore, aren’t you? You’re fat. You’re ugly. You’re worthless.”
Silence. She couldn’t bring herself to answer. Deep within her, she knew those words weren’t true, but there was something about having a man yell them in her face that made her almost believe them.
Smash.
The bat came down on the steel sink, almost tearing it from the counter. Elle flinched, and she hated herself for showing yet more weakness, yet more fear.
“Your mother knew it, didn’t she?”
Elle nodded, almost imperceptibly, but Gris noticed.
“That’s right. She knew you were a worthless little cunt. She knew no one could ever love you. Hell, even she couldn’t love you, could she? Your own mother couldn’t love you, Elle, and you were her baby.”
Elle stared at the ground. Gris came over and bent down so that his face was level with hers. He grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him.
“She knew you were worthless, didn’t she?”
Elle looked back. She looked into those glassy eyes she’d thought would offer her love. She looked into that face she’d found so handsome once upon a time.
“Your own mother didn’t want you.”
Elle let the words wash over her while blocking as much of their meaning as possible. It was the one truth she regretted letting Gris know. It was the one chink in the armor she’d built for herself. She never should have told him.
“Abandoned at birth,” Gris went on. “I guess that explains why you’re such a fucked up cunt.”
His hand began to clench into a fist, his strong fingers pressing into her cheeks painfully. She wanted to cry out but she was afraid that would only spur him on.
“That’s why you never settle down, never stay in one place, never commit to one man.”
Elle shook her head. That wasn’t entirely true. “I committed to you,” she whispered, her voice straining through the clenched grip Gris had on her mouth.
“I wish that was true, Elle,” he said shaking his head.
Gris was a large man. He could bench press three hundred pounds easily, as he was fond of boasting. When he needed extra money, he’d take on a prize fight, and he usually won. He had muscles like an ox.
He brought his fist down forcefully on the floorboards next to Elle’s leg. She flinched in fright.
“You always had one foot out the door, Elle. You always had your eye on the exit. Don’t think I didn’t feel that. You never let me in, not really. You have a wall built up around you like a fortress.”
Elle would have laughed if she wasn’t so frightened. Why did he think she had her guard up? Why did he think she didn’t trust him? He was a violent son of a bitch with the mean streak of a sadist. If she ever let her guard down, he’d destroy her.
She looked up at Gris and felt something snap inside her. Everyone had their limit, everyone had the point at which they couldn’t take it anymore, and Elle had just reached hers. She rose up on her knees and faced him. He stared back at her, and was surprised at the strength he saw in her determined eyes.
That’s right, Gris. I’m not as weak as I let you believe. Beneath the surface, I’ve got a hidden reserve of strength I never showed you. I’m so much more than you think I am.
Elle pushed herself up from the ground, intensely aware of Gris’s eyes on her.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
She let out a little laugh. She didn’t feel like laughing, the nerves in her stomach still made her feel like throwing up, but she had to let him know that she was taking back control of her life.
“You were right about me, Gris. I did hold back. I never let you in. You never knew the real me.”
“What the fuck?” he said.
“And another thing. For the last three years, every orgasm you think you gave me, was a fake.”
Before he could react, she turned to leave. She didn’t think of packing her things. She didn’t even grab a coat. Her purse was by the door and she grabbed it. Her phone wasn’t in it, but her wallet was. Gris would empty the joint checking account before she was out of the county but she didn’t want his money. She had a little cash, her driver’s license, and the key to her trusty Ford. She didn’t need anything more than that. Not yet.
As she walked out the door, she resisted the urge to look back, to get one final view of the man who’d dominated her existence for the last three years. She’d seen enough of Gris Black to last her a lifetime, and her only hope was that she never saw him again. She was done with him. He hadn’t been wrong about everything, he knew her more deeply than she cared to admit, but he’d abused her, and that was unforgivable.
She reached her car, climbed in and turned the ignition. Gris appeared at the front door. Elle smiled at him. She was happy, genuinely happy. For the first time in years she was taking back the reins of her life.
She revved the engine. Gris’s pride and joy, his custom Camaro, was parked right in front of her wreck of a car. She took the time to look up at him and watch the expression on his face change as he realized what she was about to do. Then she slammed her car into drive and smashed the solid steel of her battered Ford into the pristine, delicate metal of the Camaro. The back of Gris’s car crumpled as if it was made of paper. Apart from a few new scratches and dents on her already scratched and dented beater, Elle’s car was none the worse off.
Gris was so furious he couldn’t move. He looked like he could hardly breathe. Elle backed up a little and was about to pull out of the driveway. She looked at Gris one last time, and he did what he’d always done best, he threatened her. Silently, he ran his finger over his neck, showing her what he’d do to her when he got his chance. Elle knew she should get out of there. She should have put her car in Drive and put her foot on it. But she couldn’t resist.
She revved again and then lurched her car a second time into the back of the Camaro. This time she hit it so forcefully that the entire vehicle pushed forward and crashed into the closed garage door of the house, ruining the front.
Elle wasn’t a particularly reckless person. She wasn’t an adrenaline addict. She didn’t relish being so close to a man who might literally kill her. She turned to look at him, and he was still just standing there at the door, dumbfounded, his jaw wide open.
Elle caught his eye, and in a moment that she would look back on for the rest of her life with relish, she winked at him. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
And then she pulled out of the driveway and got the hell out of there.
She’d never come back. She swore it. This time, she’d leave Gris behind for good.
Chapter 2
Forrester
FORRESTER WAS SIPPING COFFEE AT the kitchen counter when Faith and Lacey entered, each carrying a beautiful baby girl. His eyes lit up as he saw the babies approaching.
“Say hello to uncle Forrester,” Lacey said to her little daughter, before mimicking the words, “hello, uncle Forrester,” in a mock baby voice.
“Hello, little angel,” Forrester said, reaching down and taking Lacey and Grant’s baby into his arms. Then, greedily, he grabbed Faith and Jackson’s daughter with his free hand, and had the two babies cradled, one in each arm. He looked like someone’s version of a joke nanny, muscles, tattoos, a tight, white t-shirt, and two beautiful, innocent babies in his arms.
“They suit you,” Faith said.
“They really do, Forrester,” Lacey agreed.
“Hol
d on, hold on,” Forrester said, grinning and shaking his head. “I need a good woman before I can even think about getting one of these for myself.”
Faith nodded. “And how’s that going? You haven’t been on a date in years.”
“Ever, as far as I can remember,” Lacey said.
Instead of answering, Forrester made faces at the babies. It was true, he hadn’t dated in a long time, although he didn’t exactly have a hard time finding a woman to share his bed. He just always made sure the relationship was over before it had a chance to get started. He liked women to be close physically, but he made damned sure to keep them at a distance emotionally.
“Don’t get on to me about that,” he said. “Just let me enjoy these two little beauties.”
He raised his arms, bringing the baby girls’ faces up to his own, and then he kissed them both in turn, making playful sounds as he did. Despite being so young and tiny, they both managed to laugh.
Faith and Lacey already knew he’d be their favorite uncle. He was a natural with them. To the women, it was so obvious that Forrester loved children. He’d make a perfect father. He just had commitment issues. It was a common affliction for men of his type. He lived dangerously, he made and spent huge amounts of money without batting an eye, and he was never far from a fight or a bar. He wasn’t an angry man, nor was he aggressive, but he had a habit of getting into trouble. He had a quick tongue, a hot head, and a sense of humor that got him in more trouble than he really deserved.
“A very nice girl just started working for us at the wine shop,” Faith said, but Forrester was already shaking his head.
“I don’t even want to know her name, Faith.”
“You’ve got to meet someone,” Lacey said. “You just turned thirty. If you wait much longer you won’t be an eligible bachelor, you’ll be an old fart that doesn’t have a woman. There’s a big difference, believe me.”
Forrester laughed. “Is that how it is?”
“Trust us,” Faith said. “Women are very discerning. They know what they like, Forrester. Right now, you’re exactly what they like. You’re the perfect age, you’re rich.”
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