Calen's Captive

by Lucy Leroux

“You’re so fucking tight,” he panted. “I swear you’re gonna kill me.”

  Maia only moaned in response. He worked in and out of her sheath until she stretched a little more and he was able to move in and out more easily. Meanwhile, Maia whimpered and continued to plead for him to stop.

  Her cries and protests fueled his hunger, and he took her more roughly, slamming in and out of her slick passage with some gasps and moans of his own. He moved the hand twisted in her hair, using it to force her head up so he could plunge his tongue into her mouth.

  “Say it. Say you belong to me,” he said between kisses as he held her hands down tighter against the couch cushions while grinding his cock into her soft wet core.

  “I’m yours. I’m yours...Master,” Maia whispered in his ear.

  Calen’s rhythm stuttered. He hadn’t asked her to call him Master, but it was the right thing for her to say. Her instinct always served her well when they were together. He didn’t need to hear anything else. His cock swelled and pulsed in response, and he came with a shout.

  His release triggered her own. Maia contracted and pulsed around him and she gasped raggedly.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing in her soft floral scent as he struggled to recover enough to move.

  “Well, fuck. I guess we don’t have to ask if the marriage has actually been consummated anymore,” Darren McLachlan said from somewhere behind them.

  Underneath him, Maia froze. Calen whipped his head around to look over the back of the couch. His cousin Darren was standing in the foyer smirking. Jimmy was next to him, looking at everywhere but Calen with a studiously blank expression.

  “What the fuck!” he roared as he withdrew, pulling Maia’s skirt down as he went. They couldn’t see much of her from where they were. Which was good, or he would have to kill them both. “What the hell are you two doing here?” he growled, scrambling up and turning his back to pull his pants up.

  Once he was safely zipped, he grabbed the throw Maia kept on the couch and tossed it over her. He put a restraining hand on her shoulder to signal that he didn’t want her to get up before stalking around the couch to confront their unwanted guests.

  “Sorry,” Jimmy said, coughing apologetically and looking away. “Your man Davis let us up.”

  Un-fucking-believable.

  “Call first next time. Or better yet, just call and don’t ever fucking show up here again,” he spat out as Darren stood on his tiptoes to try and see over the couch, still smirking.

  Calen felt a murderous rage rise up inside him. He stepped forward to knock that fucking grin off Darren’s face. Unfazed, his cousin rocked on his heels, and Calen stopped in front of the couch, blocking Maia from sight.

  “Colman would like you to come over for dinner tonight. He sent us to deliver the invitation personally,” Darren said.

  “Why wouldn’t he pick up the fucking phone instead?” Calen seethed, staring at the two men with his hands on his hips.

  Jimmy stepped in. “Darren, give me a minute. Calen why don’t we talk in the office for a second?”

  Calen scowled. “I’m not leaving him alone with my wife.”

  Darren dropped the smirk and frowned instead. “I’m not going to hurt her,” he said, sounding outraged.

  “I don’t care. You stay in sight,” he said. He stroked Maia’s hair as she peeked over the back of the sofa before bashfully ducking back down. “Be right back, baby,” he said before leading the men to the office.

  He threw the doors open. Jimmy followed him in while Darren sighed exaggeratedly and leaned against the bar across from the doors. Calen didn’t like that Darren could still see Maia if she sat up, but at least the fucker wasn’t moving closer to her.

  Standing near Calen’s desk, Jimmy waited till he was close enough to him before leaning in conspiratorially. “Look, the old man did send us to bring you to dinner. But he also told us to take a look around. You know, for signs,” he said.

  “What signs?” he asked, scowling.

  “Signs you are actually married,” Jimmy said with a shrug. “You know how he is. Colman thinks you’re a little soft sometimes. He thought you were playing the hero to save this girl, keeping her close to throw off the Russians. But he’s been watching, and you surprised him.”

  “Surprised him how?” Calen asked, rolling his eyes, resigned to the fact his father was keeping tabs on him.

  “You haven’t been acting like a single man since you got hitched. You’re acting like a newlywed. You hired bodyguards for the little wife, and you buy her presents almost every day. You took her to Italy for a honeymoon where you met up with that wop friend of yours in Rome.”

  "Don't call Gio names," Calen hissed between gritted teeth.

  “Sure, whatever,” Jimmy said placatingly. “My point is you took Maia all the way to Rome to see him. And then you took her to Venice to spend even more money on her. You introduced her to all your friends and take her out to see them a lot. And you ignore other women when they come up to you at the club. Then there’s the fact you rush home every night. In fact, you don’t spend any real time in any of your clubs anymore. You might want to change the last though. Your da doesn’t want you to neglect your business.”

  Calen rolled his eyes. “Tell my da how I run my clubs is not his concern. There’s no fucking reason for him to watch me anymore. I’m really married, and everything is fine.”

  Except he wasn’t fine. He’d known his father was probably spying on him and Maia, but he hadn’t been aware of how closely they’d been monitored.

  Jimmy held up a hand. “No need to go off. Colman is only keeping an eye in case the Russians make a play. But you know how he is about wanting grandkids. He only gave the girl a quick look at the wedding ‘cause he thought you were faking it. But if she’s going to be the mother of his grandbabies, he wants to get to know her better. So bring her to dinner. What’s the harm?”

  Calen didn’t want to agree, but if it made his father bring Maia into the fold that much sooner, he had no choice. “All right,” he muttered, turning and walking out of the office.

  “Shall we go?” Darren asked, straightening with a game show hostess gesture to the door. He leaned in close as the others approached. “And don’t bother to clean up. Your dad’ll wanna see her like that,” he whispered.

  Enraged, Calen stepped toward him threateningly, determined to pound his cousin into the ground. He didn’t care that Darren was a father of two now. Those kids would be better off without their asshole of a father.

  He was about to go for the throat when Jimmy rushed between them. “Why don’t you and the little woman go get changed for dinner. We’ll wait for you downstairs,” the older man said hurriedly as he shoved Darren to the elevator.

  Before Calen could tell them they weren’t going to dinner anymore, the elevator doors closed behind them.

  “Are they gone?” Maia asked.

  He turned around, and the anger slipped away when he saw her peeking over from behind the top of the couch. She looked embarrassed, but reasonably composed. If she had looked hurt or humiliated, he would be on his way down to the basement to tear Darren a new one. But she seemed fine. His fairy was resilient.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Don’t worry. We don’t have to go dinner tonight. We can do it some other time. I’ll call my father right now.”

  “Won’t he be mad?” she asked, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.

  “I don’t care. If he had called instead of sending my asshole of a cousin, I’d say let’s go, but I’m pissed now so they can wait downstairs all night for all I care.”

  Maia thought about it. “Maybe we should go,” she said unexpectedly.

  “Why?”

  “If we don’t, I’ll just end up worrying about it. It might be better to get it over with. You said we’d have to eventually anyway.”

  And he had. But Calen had expected that Maia would have to be noticeably pregnant before his father invited her into his home. Either he’d c
ome around early because of everything Jimmy said, or something else had come up…something about the Russians. If that was the case, they needed to know.

  “All right, let’s hop in the shower,” he finally agreed.

  “Do we have time for a shower?” she asked as he ushered her to their room.

  “Those assholes can wait.”

  Chapter 22

  Darren was annoyed, but not surprised, when Calen kept him and Jimmy waiting for the better part of an hour before meeting them in the garage.

  When he did come down, he allowed him and Jimmy to drive them to his father’s house with surprisingly little argument. However, the prick insisted that his bodyguards meet them in a few hours to bring them back. Calen wanted to be able to leave at the moment of his choosing.

  “The less I see of you the better,” he’d growled at Darren.

  Darren sat up front with Jimmy as they drove. In the backseat, Calen sat with his new bride, completely ignoring him despite his continued attempts to get another rise of out of him.

  When his formerly ultra-cool and reserved cousin nuzzled little Maia’s ear, the girl blushed and ducked her head. Then she looked up at Calen and said something that made him laugh softly.

  “You know, I thought he was crazy when he said he was going to marry her,” Jimmy murmured quietly, “but it kind of makes sense now doesn’t it?”

  Jimmy had also noticed Calen’s absorption with his new bride. Darren wasn’t a fan of his cousin, but he had to concede the girl was hot. If you liked them small—which he didn’t.

  “Yeah, I guess. If you like fucking a Christmas elf,” he muttered, underplaying the sexual energy the couple in the back seat was generating.

  “I don’t see him complaining,” Jimmy remarked.

  Darren peeked at the couple at the back seat. Now Calen was playing with the girl’s hair.

  “No,” he finally agreed.

  He spent the rest of the trip checking them out. Calen didn’t bother to look over at him once, not even to give him the stink eye.

  However the couple had started out, they were now totally wrapped up in each other.

  ****

  Dinner was a casual affair. Colman McLachlan had a lovely spacious home in South Boston. The neighborhood was nothing like Maia imagined. Calen had told her that Southie was starting to move past its blue-collar roots, and it appeared he was right.

  At the house, Maia was introduced to other cousins and Darren’s wife, Mary Margaret. She was showing off a new baby, a cute little girl only a few weeks old that everyone fussed over. Mary Margaret herself was getting around in crutches because she’d broken her leg a few months ago.

  As for Calen’s dad, Colman, he greeted her politely and then walked off to converse privately with Darren and his son for a while. After a few minutes, Calen came back to her to give her a tour of the first floor of the house. Then Colman called everyone together for dinner.

  An assortment of other men and their families joined them for the actual meal. She didn’t have to ask Calen who they were. Some were obviously relatives, but others had a look that screamed gangster. Colman’s ‘employees’ mixed with the others, like one big extended family.

  People were everywhere, in the kitchen at a small table, at the bar, and in the living room. They were even sitting on the stairs leading to the second story. And no one was shy about checking her out. Every last one gave her an obvious inspection, but Calen’s hovering ensured everyone stayed polite.

  After the meal, most of the employees melted away. The rest of the family drifted into the living room and den. The men sat around and drank scotch while Maia played with the new baby for a while before Mary Margaret had her put to bed. Afterwards, the two women made polite small talk. Mary Margaret asked Maia about the wedding and their honeymoon in Italy.

  Maia and Calen had visited his friend Giancarlo in Rome and then had spent a romantic few days in Venice. Calen had spoiled her rotten there. Venice was a shopping mecca, with countless high-end stores and boutiques. Her wardrobe had expanded exponentially, as had her collection of jewelry, despite her protests.

  She didn’t mention that last to Mary Margaret in case the other woman told Darren. She didn’t want to feed the competitiveness between the two cousins. Or between herself and Mary Margaret, for that matter. The older woman was polite enough, but from their conversation, Maia sensed she was a little shallow.

  Throughout the evening, Maia was aware of Colman’s dark eyes following her. She tried to forget that she was being evaluated and judged, but it was difficult. Eventually, she wandered away and sought refuge in one of the other rooms on the first floor. She was surprised to find a little boy playing by himself in a mostly empty room. He was between two or three years old, and he looked a lot like Calen and Darren.

  “Hi there,” Maia said, crouching on the ground next to the little boy.

  When the boy didn’t look up, she waved in his line of vision. He looked up at her, and she was rewarded with a huge smile. He looked a lot like Calen then. Immediately hooked, she smiled back at him and sat down.

  Maia lost track of time playing with the lively toddler. He alternated between crawling all over her and assembling his blocks with loud exclamations. When they fell over, he industrially stacked them back up. She made a game of it, and the time passed quickly. They were so engrossed they didn’t notice when they acquired an audience. Eventually a noise alerted her to their presence, and she swung her gaze up to look at Calen, his father, and cousin right before the toddler tackled her.

  “Mmmph,” Maia grunted as she toppled over.

  The baby was small, but very dense and heavy. Calen moved forward to pull him off and help Maia off the floor. Nervous, she smoothed her dress down and walked over to the other men.

  “I see you met Darren Jr.,” Colman said.

  There was a strange tension in the air. Telling herself she was being paranoid, Maia turned to the brooding Darren. “Oh, is he yours, too? How old is he?” she asked politely.

  For some reason, he looked annoyed. “He’s two and half,” Darren muttered eventually.

  “He’s a beautiful boy. And so smart for his age. You must be so...proud.”

  Maia’s voice trailed off when Darren’s expression turned thunderous. She quailed and fought the temptation to hide behind Calen.

  “You don’t have to say that,” Darren said sharply.

  Maia swallowed tightly but felt the need to clarify. “I only meant that he’s very advanced for his age.”

  “Look here,” Darren began, raising a finger in her face as he took a threatening step before her.

  Maia would have dived behind Calen then if he hadn’t forestalled her by placing a hand on her shoulder and drawing her back to his front.

  “What do you mean, sweetheart?” he said, cutting Darren off.

  He sounded a little confused.

  Maia swallowed heavily. She reminded herself that Darren wasn’t a threat as long as Calen was there. “Well, two and half is pretty young for numbers, but he can add and subtract. I don’t think they’re supposed to do that till they’re three or four. I showed him a game I used to play with my neighbor and he was catching on quickly. My neighbor’s son didn’t do as well when he was a year older.”

  The men looked at each other, glances she couldn’t read properly.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked uncertainly.

  “You don’t have to lie. My son is...slow,” Darren bit out.

  Now it was her turn to be confused. “I don’t understand. He’s a little behind on his communication skills, but once you get him a tutor, things should get easier. He’s not too young to start. I’m guessing you don’t sign yourself?”

  “What do you mean? What sign?” Calen asked while Colman’s eyes dug into her.

  Did they not know? Maia gestured around her ear. “A sign language tutor. Because he’s...he’s deaf.”

  Her announcement was met with complete silence.

 
“No, he’s not,” Darren said in disbelief.

  Maia was genuinely confused now. “I...I think he is,” she said, trying to sound certain, but it was hard when Darren was towering over her threateningly.

  “Come here, baby,” Calen said, putting little Darren down. “Come play your game with him.”

  Maia moved away from Darren senior as quickly as she could without seeming impolite. She sat in front of the blocks again and offered the toddler the first two blocks and then she showed him four fingers. When the baby added two more blocks to the pile, Maia clapped and smiled while Calen frowned and looked over at his father.

  He crouched down and snapped his fingers behind the baby’s head, but little Darren didn’t turn around. Calen snapped again at the side of his head repeatedly. Again there was no response. Not as long as Calen snapped out of his line of vision. When Calen snapped in front of him little Darren finally noticed and grinned up at him.

  “Well, I’ll be god-damned. We’re all a bunch of fucking idiots,” Calen pronounced as Darren senior picked up his son and looked at him closely.

  “Did you really not know?” Maia whispered to Calen as he took her hand and helped her up.

  Calen gave his father a look as Darren stalked off with his son without a word.

  “I think we should go now,” he told him.

  “Not yet,” Colman replied while studying Maia. She was starting to feel like a bug under a microscope. “There is something I would like to show Maia,” he said, offering her his hand.

  Maia glanced at Calen, but he just shrugged. Fidgeting slightly, she took Colman’s hand and he led her away. She followed him up the stairs and down a short hallway. When he arrived at the door on the end, he opened it and motioned for her to step inside.

  “This was Calen’s room when he was a boy,” he said as he stepped inside behind her. “He had another when he was older, a bigger one farther from the master bedroom. I kept this one the way it was though.”

  Maia smiled softly as she took in the little racecar bed and the shelves full of toys. There were also drawings on the wall, very good ones. Calen was a skilled artist. He had never mentioned it at all. But that didn’t surprise her. Her husband was surprisingly modest about some things.