by Frankie Love
“Nothing,” she says, adamant. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Well, do you want to sit down and tell me your story? I’m guessing you’re hungry.” My eyes drop to her belly, and she must notice, because her hands cover her stomach.
She nods, and unbuttons her coat. After taking it off, she drapes it across the back of the stool at the island where we’re standing.
Her round belly gets my cock hard, instantly, and I lean against the counter to hide how fucking turned on I am.
“Coffee? Tea?”
“Coffee,” she says. “With cream.”
“And sugar,” I finish, remembering our meal at the diner. Not ashamed one fucking bit for the fact that I memorized our encounter and have been replaying it in my mind for months. Rosie is mine. Rosie is back.
I hand her a cup, and pour one for myself too. We sit opposite one another, and I watch her wrestle with something in her mind.
Finally she speaks, and I mentally vow to keep my mouth shut until she is through.
“Those men, Victor and his partner, they work for my uncle. I’d run away a few days earlier, stopped in this town and was broke. Your mom offered me a job, and I took it, not thinking I’d be found. But I was as you so clearly witnessed.”
“Why did you run in the first place?”
Her face is twisted, and it’s clear the memory pains her, but I’ve got to understand.
“He wanted to sell me.”
I nearly choke on my coffee. “Sell you?”
She takes a deep breath, and raises her chin so her eyes meet mine. “I wasn’t honest with you, Buck, when we met.”
My hands grip the mug tight. “How so?” I manage to ask.
“In the bathroom, remember, I told you I wasn’t a virgin?”
In a flash I’m back there with her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her back against the door, her tits in my mouth. Damn, this woman makes my skin hot and my cock pulse.
“Well I lied,” she says. “I was a virgin. That’s why my uncle thought he could get a good price if he sold me as a bride to a man in Russia. I couldn’t do that. So I ran away. And I thought – foolishly – that if I was used then my uncle would let me go, let me be free.” She covers her face.
I stand, anger coursing through me. Who is this motherfucker who thinks Rosie’s life has a price?
She is priceless. I knew that the moment I met her.
I pull her in my arms, and she sobs against me, her belly between us. Still, I can hold her close.
“But you left with your uncle’s men?” I ask, holding her against my chest.
“I had to, Buck. They are relentless.” She looks up at me. “They knew where I was, and they weren’t going to go home without me. The fight was over. They’d won. The last thing I wanted was to pull you and your wonderful parents into my mess.”
“Rosie, they are criminals. You’ve been with them this whole time?”
“That’s the thing, Buck. The moment I got back I knew the idea of telling my uncle that you’d made love to me was a mistake. This whole idea I hatched in a moment, was a bad one. If I told him I was no longer a virgin, he would have hunted you down.”
I shake my head. “But Rosie, clearly you’re not a virgin anymore,” I say looking at her stomach.
“Once I couldn’t hide it any longer, he took me to a doctor, who confirmed my pregnancy. I thought maybe it was an answer to prayer, the thing that would set me free.”
“It wasn’t?”
She wipes her eyes. “No, Buck. It wasn’t. I was pregnant but it didn’t solve my problems.”
My stomach drops, and I hope like hell what she tells me next is that I’m the father.
It’s all I’ve ever wanted. A wife and a child. And standing before me is everything on earth I desire.
I want this dream come true to be mine.
“My uncle told me that this pregnancy was better than a virgin bride. That he could get more money for a fetus than he could for my body. That’s the word he used, fetus. Like a child isn’t a living, breathing thing. So he didn’t toss me out on the street like I’d hoped. Suddenly I was more valuable than I’d ever been.”
My heart races. A baby. Rosie a mother.
Still, I wait for her to tell me the thing I need to know.
“I was biding my time, wanting to wait to leave until I was really close to delivery, thinking if I had the babies away from him, then we’d be safe. A doctor would never let me leave the hospital – with empty arms – against my wishes, and I could tell a social worker my story. That’s why I came here, now.”
Rosie has been through so much, and I hate that I have to ask, but I need to know.
“Rosie,” I start. “The baby, though. Who–”
She presses her hands to my mouth. “Don’t ask me that, Buck. The question breaks my heart, the idea that you’d think I had been with anyone else.” She shakes her head. “You’re the father, Buck. You. It’s only been you.”
My eyes are on Rosie, and I swear to God they will never falter. This pregnant woman is a fucking saint. Sent from heaven just for me. And I’ll worship her pussy everyday of my goddamned life.
I pull her in my arms, and I kiss her like I dreamt about for so long.
She left, sure, but she came back.
Rosie is my woman and I’ll make her my wife.
12
Buck’s lips press against mine and I let his hands run down my back, to my ass.
“Oh God, woman,” he growls in my ear. “You look so fucking hot with your belly so round, your tits so big.”
I kiss his neck, the tears still wet on my cheeks. I didn’t tell him that I was pregnant with twins, I thought it would be way too much for him to accept. I’m just grateful a pregnancy isn’t scaring him away.
It’s actually the opposite. He wants me, badly. And I want him, worse.
“I’ve wanted this every day since I left,” I moan. “I’ve been dreaming of your hands on me, and in me, all over me. I’ve dreamed of you making love to me all day and all night.”
Inhaling him, I feel like I am home – he smells like fresh air and sunshine and flannel sheets and man. All man. A man who isn’t backing away, a man who is claiming me as his own.
He runs his hands over my hard nipples, plucking at them through my sweater. My pussy is so wet, so needy, and I press my hand against his groin, and moan at the hardness of his cock. The memory of the length, the girth, seared into my mind.
There is no way in hell I could have forgotten him and I hate that I ever left. That I ruined what should have been a blissful nine months of growing his babies. I had to leave, but God, I wish I hadn’t.
“Buck,” I groan. “I’m so sorry. It isn’t fair that you didn’t know about the pregnancy.”
“Shh,” he whispers, pulling my face back to his. “Let me kiss your tears away, let me make you happy you’re here, now.”
I sink into his kisses, and he pulls me down the hall to a bedroom. The bed is unmade, and I know he must have just climbed out of it when I knocked on his door.
“I was so scared you’d have another woman here.”
He snorts, lifting the hem of my sweater. “No other woman, not since you left. I’ve been waiting for you.” I raise my hands, and he pulls off the sweater, tossing it aside. He unclasps my bra from behind and my much-larger-than-last-time breasts fall from the cups.
He lifts one to his mouth, softly licking my nipple, in a circle, not rushing it at all. He rolls my breasts in his hands, then kissing me hard, his tongue filling my mouth, penetrating every part of me. My mouth widens, parting for him. When he steps away the look in his eye tells me this is going to get hotter, deeper, wetter – fast.
His eyes take in my bare belly, and for a moment I feel self-conscious, my stomach is huge, with glossy stretch marks crisscrossing my flesh. These twins are growing at an incredible rate, everyday I wake to them moving, kicking and doing cartwheels, and I wonder what it will be like when they are no lon
ger confined to my womb. What it will be like when they are in my arms.
I look down at Buck; he’s dropped to his knees, and his hands run over my skin.
“Rosie, marry me.” He kisses my belly, and I swallow my sobs. Buck is a real man, and he knows how to love a woman.
I don’t deserve him. I hardly know him.
And now I am supposed to make a life with him?
I shake my head, scared.
“Buck.” I grab his hands. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
“I come from a bad place, with bad people, and you ... you are so completely good. True. Kind.”
“You don’t think you deserve that sort of love?” He asks, standing. “You don’t think our child does?”
I pull away from him, overwhelmed at the gesture, the willingness to step up and commit. “Buck, you could wake up a week or a month or a year from now and realize your lying next to a stranger. You’d feel trapped. I can’t do that to you. How can you commit to me when you don’t know a thing about me?”
“I know enough,” he says, pulling me toward him, pulling down my leggings. His hand plunges down the front of me, into my wet, warm pussy. His fingers thrust against my walls, causing me to gasp for breath.
“I know you like it when my fingers touch your soft, swollen skin. I know you like it when I move them up and down, over you little clit, as your pussy soaks my hand with your release. I know that you’ve been dreaming about taking my cock between your lips, about me coming in your mouth.” He flicks his fingers over me, and my knees grow weak, my breath short and hot. My body on fire.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to come.” My fingers grip his shoulder, my pussy pulsing as ripples of pleasure cover me. “Oh,” I cry, overwhelmed at the way his touch slays me. I try to catch my breath, and I do, Buck bends, picks me up, and carries me to the bed.
“Stay on the bed, darlin’,” he tells me.
I sink into the pillows, knowing I couldn’t sit up if I tried. All of a sudden exhaustion covers me. I spent so long dreaming of this moment, and now it’s here. He pulls down my leggings, my panties, leaving my pussy in plain sight. The look in his eyes, his hunger, need, desire – is all wrapped up in me. I feel powerful, wanted.
His.
He presses his fingers deep inside me again, as if touching me this way is his favorite thing in the world.
“Your pussy is so wet, so ready.”
I nod, panting. “So ready for you.”
I watch Buck take off his pants, his massive cock erect and hard, pointing up, telling the entire world what it wants.
Me.
“Turn around, darlin’,” he tells me. “I need to see your ass.”
13
I know I’m not going to climb on top of this woman, not when she is pregnant. So I tell her to get on all fours. Sure, her belly is swollen with child, her breasts full, and has the face of an angel, but from behind she’s a devil with an ass just begging to be fucked.
She bites her bottom lip and turns her head, her eyes raised, her ass in the air, at the edge of the bed.
I stroke my shaft, stepping toward her.
“You want my cock in you?” I ask, cupping her breasts, forcing her to sit up on her knees. She whimpers in pleasure, my cock grinding against her ass.
“I do, Buck. I want you in me so bad.”
I want her pussy but I also want her ass.
Today, I’ll have them both.
I press my palm on the small of her back, guiding her back on all fours, and rub my cock along her wet slit. She moans in pleasure, and I ease my cock inside of her.
“Oh, yeah, oh, please,” she begs. “It feels so good, Buck.”
I close my eyes, thanking my fucking lucky stars. I hold my woman at her waist, filling her sweet pussy with everything I have to offer.
She’s getting off fast, and I love that, love that I can make her moan in ecstasy in two minutes flat.
“What are you doing to me?”
Before I can answer she’s moaning some more.
“Ohhhh,” she cries, and her hands grip the sheets, and her body stills, her pussy tight around me as her moaning slows to a soft purr; like a kitty cat, this girl wants to be tamed.
“I’m gonna come in your little pussy,” I tell her, pulling her hair until she’s sitting up on her knees, my cock pounding her, her long hair wrapped around my fist. In her ear I breathe hot air, and she’s cooing in no time, as I pump hard against her ass until I’m ready to come.
“Let me taste you,” she says, stopping me before I lose my load. “Let me taste your come.”
I didn’t see this coming, but in a matter of seconds she eases off me, and turns, so she sits on the edge of the bed, her mouth open wide, the intensity in her desire keeping me fucking rock hard.
“You sure, Rosie?” I would have thought sucking my cock would intimidate this sweet woman, who’s only been fucked once before. By me. Her pussy was saved for me, and no other man will ever have it.
Only over my dead body.
“I’m sure,” she says, her mouth already widening to take me. Her lips wrap around my cock, her tongue rolling in circles around me. Sucking me hard, sucking me off.
It doesn’t take long, her mouth is so tight on my cock that of course I’m ready to explode after a few minutes.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, running my hands through her loose hair, her beautiful tits bobbing the same way her face is. It’s a fucking porno up in here and I’m the motherfucking star.
Scratch that, Rosie is the star. A fucking constellation. She is shining brighter than the sun.
She keeps sucking as I fill her mouth with my hot come, she swallows it, as if she was born to taste me, to be filled with my seed. Her belly and now her mouth.
She already has my heart. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I asked her to marry me and I meant it.
She will be my wife.
I thrust against her; her eyes are heavy with longing as she swallows, and when I finish she pulls me from her swollen lips, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“More,” she whines playfully as I hand her some tissues to wipe herself with. “I want more, Buck.”
I grin at this fucking glorious piece of art. Rosie. The mother of my child.
I want to know everything about her.
“Damn, woman, don’t you and the baby need to eat something first?”
She smiles softly, blushing as she runs her hand over her bare belly. “I probably should. Balanced meals and all that.”
“You’re really having my child?” I ask, still dazed from the turn of events.
“Really. I even have pictures in my purse.”
I grab a bathrobe from the hook on my door, handing it to her. It’s cute watching her cinch it high on her waist, right under those perfect tits, and a crack of skin peeks through. Her belly is too round to be covered.
I grab a pair of sweats, slung low on my hips, and she eyes the V leading to my cock. “You are so hot, Buck. I mean, I grew up around guys who worked out, but your body is insane. Unreal.”
I shrug, grabbing her hand and bringing her back to the kitchen.
“I use a chainsaw most days, keeps my core in check. And I run up that mountain you drove past coming into town, most mornings.”
“So you like to exercise,” she says. “I didn’t think you were that sort of guy.”
I laugh. “What sort did you think I was, darling?”
Now it’s her turn to shrug, embarrassed. “I don’t know, you’re so ... nice.”
“Nice guys don’t work out?” I refill our coffee cups and hand her a donut.
She laughs, and her laugh fills the cabin with the exact thing it has been missing all this time. A woman’s touch.
“I guess the truth is I’ve never known any nice guys.”
“Hell, I get it. Lots of guys are assholes, but that’s not me. My dad, he’s salt of the earth, and he r
aised me to love hard and love well. Love deep. It’s all I’ve ever intended on doing, so long as I found myself the right woman.”
“Not many women up here?” She asks, her eyes peering over the mug.
“None that I want.” I nod slowly. “My buddy, Jaxon, he found a wife a few years back, and I always thought he was a lucky goddamned fool, turns out you can’t plan something like this.”
“He found a wife? What does that mean exactly?” she asks.
I run my hand over my chin. “Sounds crazy right? But there was a massive blizzard that rolled in, this girl, Harper, her car got stuck. She managed to hike to his cabin, and it was nothing but love at first sight. Back then I called bullshit.” I shake my head, looking at Rosie. “But dammit, I was wrong.”
Rosie’s eyes are wide, listening to me tell their story. “It wasn’t bullshit? Two years later, they’re still happy?”
I rest my elbows on the counter. “Listen, I know it might sound too good to be true, but sometimes in life, it’s just the god honest answer you’ve been looking for. Sometimes you get the girl. The ring. The house. The babies. Hell, I’ll build you a white picket fence. Is this crazy? Yes. But is this real? I think so.”
Rosie’s shaking her head, and I don’t understand why she’s resisting this when we both know this feels so right.
“What is it, Rosie? What are you fighting?”
She takes a deep breath, then answers, “Buck, I hear what you’re saying ... and I do want this life. It does feel like a fairytale, but there is something you need to know ... before you can commit to me.
14
Just as I’m about to tell him that I’m pregnant with twins, the doorbell rings. Instantly, my heart lurches, panicked.
My uncle found me.
This is it.
I had one last hurrah with the man who wanted me for more than my body – who wanted me for everything, only to have it ripped away before I could even accept it in my heart.
Buck’s eyes narrow, he must be thinking the same thing.
“If he’s back for me, Buck ... I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
