Chained: A Bad Boy Romance

by Holt, Leah

  The seat squeaked as I shifted in place. “A few weeks now.” My body was tense, I had no idea what to expect from him.

  “A few weeks? Why didn't you tell me sooner?” Frustration spilled from behind his gritted teeth, his fists rolling up into balls. I anticipated him hitting the table, pounding down on it as he had done during one of our sessions.

  His hands are shaking, oh shit. What is he going to do? I didn't expect him to be upset over not telling him. “I don't know. I only ran into you a few days ago, and I was nervous about bringing it up.” The muscles in my chest tightened, my breathing became quick and short.

  His strong, muscular arms stretched out across the table, fingers linking on top of mine. “It doesn't matter, none of that fucking matters. From here, we go forward, okay? You get that?” His knuckles went white, almost causing me pain. Oddly, it was comforting. “Now, I'm a part of you forever. And you're a part of me. I'm not letting you go anywhere, Charlie. I'm going to be right here for that baby and you.”

  Frustration had been replaced by his primal nature. I fought the urge to kiss him. “Owen, I want you to be here for this baby. I do. But, are you going to be handle to this?”

  I wanted him to say 'Yes,' to tell me he would do anything for this child. Worry clouded my beliefs. He was a felon, how did I truly know he wouldn't fall back into his ways?

  His face twisted with seriousness. “I am not going anywhere. No matter how much you may want to push me away, that baby is mine. We're chained together, Charlie.”

  His fierceness made me shiver. How can I feel such a desire?

  I should be worried, scared even, that he is the father of this baby.

  But I'm not.

  “Charlie, this baby is going to be the center of my life. And so are you. It doesn't matter what you thought about me before. You're carrying my family, my child, my blood.” The playful eyes from when I arrived became solemn. He slid over next to me and rested his hand on my stomach. “This is my baby in here.”

  A single tear slid over my cheek. It made me happy to see him so accepting of the life inside of me. “It's our baby,” I said, looking up at him. He brushed the tear away, bringing his face close, passionately pressing his lips to mine.

  He says I belong to him.

  Nothing had ever felt more right.

  Chapter Eleven

  Owen

  The softness of her hair fell over my hand as I brushed it back from her shoulder. I was mesmerized by the glow of her skin. All I wanted to do was touch every inch of her flesh.

  She's carrying my child. I never expected I'd ever be a father.

  I couldn't stop staring at her as she drove us back to her apartment. The bottle of wine I had indulged in had hit me as we stood to leave the restaurant. Charlie wanted to take me home, but I'd insisted we needed to be together.

  The ride was silent, we shared glances in the brightness of passing vehicles. I noticed her eyes twinkled under each set of lights.

  I'm not going to be away from her. I'm going to keep her safe, be by her side every minute I can. She's not ever going to think she's doing this alone.

  I'm right here.

  And this is where I'm staying.

  I leaned in close and drew delicate kisses down her neck. My hand glided down her arm and stopped over her belly. She turned to look at me, her face a tint of red under the stoplight.

  I brought my hand around her cheek and pulled myself in to kiss her soft, silky lips. Sheer passion rained over my body. My cock began to grow, it pressed against my zipper. I moved her hand so she was rubbing over the bulge in my jeans.

  She grabbed on firmly as I pushed my lower half up into her hold.

  I would love to tear her from her seat and onto my lap.

  Dammit, I have to fuck her.

  Our passionate moment was cut short by the blaring of a horn from behind us. “Green light,” I whispered under my breath.

  “Yeah, I should probably pay attention.” Her giggle floated into my ears.

  Even her laugh is sexy. God, the way her accent hits me makes every hair on my body twitch with excitement. We better be getting close or I'm going to explode.

  “How much further? I'm ready to have you right here and now.” My hand reached up and squeezed her tit, slowly it glided down to her thigh.

  “Down boy, we're here.” I glimpsed her smile under the street light as we turned into the parking lot.

  The area was dark, all the condos were shadowed in blackness. It was late, not a single person appeared to stir in any of the other residences. The curtains were drawn on the apartment, only a faint light glowed above the front door.

  “I'm sure my roommate Sara is sleeping. Keep it down when we go in.” She exited the car and waited for me to make it around to her side.

  Her plump lips formed a smile when I grabbed her hand and walked beside her. It was freezing cold out, I stood anxiously, waiting for her to open the door.

  “Sorry, this lock is horrible.” She twisted the key repeatedly back and forth. “Shh,” she whispered as the door slowly creaked open. I heard the sound of tiny clicks against the floor, followed by a tender bark.

  “Biscuit! Shh!” she yelled within her whisper. The small dog ran wildly around my ankles, sniffing and jumping back with each step I made into the house.

  “So, this is Biscuit. Cute ankle bitter.” My words were soft and hushed.

  Her arm came up and hit me gently in the chest. “Leave him alone. He may be small, but he's a trooper.” She removed her heels in the entryway to quiet her feet. “Come on.”

  We walked stealthily down the hall to her room. Charlie flicked the light on and gingerly closed the door behind us.

  Finally! I'm ready to rip her dress off.

  “Here we are. Welcome to my humble abode.” She laughed and threw her purse onto the dresser.

  “Yup, here we are.” My patience had run out. She stood facing the full length mirror at the end of her bed. I walked up behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist. My lips met her neck, I kissed the bare flesh intensely.

  My other hand ran down her shoulder as her head fell back onto my chest. I watched her eyes close as her palm came up and gripped the back of my throat, her nails dragging across my skin.

  This is what I've craved. All of her body, here to enjoy. No time limit, no restrictions.

  Her scent drives me fucking crazy.

  I'm going to make this a night she won't forget.

  “I need you, Charlie.” My words exited between kisses. “And you definitely need me.”

  Her eyes connected with mine. “I do need you. Both of us need you.” She pulled my arm around to her stomach as she spoke.

  My free hand began to unzip the back of her dress; it fell to the floor, exposing her angelic, white lace bra and panties. I could see the dark pink flesh of her nipples through the sheer material.

  My cock grew firm beneath me. I savagely spun her around and pulled her in tight. I embraced her and my lips couldn't resist anymore. I kissed her intensely, our tongues intertwined in a dance of desire.

  She pulled my jacket off my shoulders and lifted my shirt off. My body was damp from the heat between us.

  Charlie ran her hands up over my chest, crushing herself against me. “Take me, I'm yours,” she whispered.

  I led her to the bed, but before I did anything, she reached down for my waist. Smoothly, she unbuttoned my pants. My erection pressed angrily against my boxers, making Charlie lick her lips.

  Slipping around me, she laid back on her mattress. Her hands came up and touched her body, fingers delicately running over her nipples. Every curve moved and swayed, I watched her ache for me. She called me in with the motion of one finger.

  All of that belongs to me. All her beauty is for me to indulge in.

  I knelt above her on the bed. Her legs crossed and slid over each other, giving away her need. I unclasped the front of her bra. My fingers touched her breasts gently and I could see prickles form on
her skin. She let out a quiet gasp as I continued my hand down.

  The tip of my tongue teased her hard nipples. I swirled around each one, exhaling the warm air from my mouth onto her. She moaned softly with each pass of my tongue. Her head tilted to the side in pleasure and my eyes caught the ivory of her collar bone.

  The sweet spot. If I bite it just right her pussy will drip for my cock.

  My lips softly rode the entire length of her collar bone. Her hand came up and gripped the base of my neck, her fingers tugging on my hair. I bit down and she let out a loud, hot groan. I watched her shiver from the sensation.

  “You like that, don't you?”

  “Yeah.” The one word left her mouth as she chewed on her lower lip.

  I reached for her panties and her back arched off the bed. My hand ran down over the front of her lace coated mound. She's soaked and dripping through them. God, I'm going to fuck her so hard.

  Her hand fell onto my cock, firmly she gripped and began to stroke. The harder she pulled the more solid I became.

  “That's it, stroke my cock.” I pushed myself into her hand as her palm reached the base. “You want to feel that? Feel that slide deep inside you?”

  “Yes, I can't wait anymore!” She brought her hands up to squeeze her tits.

  A woman who isn't afraid to touch herself is insanely hot, fuck.

  I slid her panties off and spread her legs wide open. Under the light her pussy glistened with wetness. As I positioned myself above her, I felt her hand around my shaft. She took the tip and rubbed it delicately over her soaked velvet lips.

  Her pussy was warm against my skin, I could feel my cock pulsing. She slowly guided me inside, her tightness sealing around me. The further in I pushed, the tighter she squeezed around my girth.

  I felt her back lift from the bed, my hands sliding under to grab her ass. Squeezing tightly, I shoved myself in deeper. A high pitched moan escaped her mouth, her eyes fell closed and she wrapped her arms around me.

  She's so wet. Her pussy is tighter than I remember. It feels so good being inside her again.

  My cock penetrated her deeper and deeper. Every muscle tensed in my body with each thrust. I couldn't hold them back; The bed beneath us squeaked as our bodies collided wildly.

  Her pussy grew wetter as my pace quickened. Effortlessly I slid in and out, my balls smacking against her ass as I drove myself in hard. Our bodies moved as one, her hips thrusting up as I pushed down.

  “Harder! Harder!” she yelled into the air. “I'm going to cum, don't stop.”

  This excited me beyond belief. Making a woman cum was empowering, better than my own orgasm, really. I ached to hear her lose control, straining as she vibrated beneath me.

  Faster, I slid between her thighs. My cock was in her to the hilt, the delirious pleasure radiating from my lower belly and outwards.

  I felt my balls tighten as we were both about to orgasm. Her loud moans turned to screams as she clawed against my back. I leaned in and bit down hard on her shoulder, pressing her into the blanket.

  “Please,” she begged me. “I'm so close, I...”

  Guiding her speed with my palms on her ass, I chuckled in her ear. “I know how close you are, I can feel you milking me.”

  Her next whimper was enough for me. Hissing, I tossed my head, filling her with my seed as my climax rolled over me. My scalp was electric, nerves waking up until I was buzzing.

  Charlie finished instantly, her pussy clenching on me while I still twitched with aftershocks.

  Hanging my head, I backed up until my cock pulled free with a wet sound. Overcome by the erotic encounter, I fell limply onto the mattress. We laid beside each other, out of breath, glistening with sweat.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I said between inhales. My head turn towards her and I motioned for her to come closer.

  “Yeah, that was amazing.” She nestled her cheek into my chest as I wrapped my arm around her. She fit perfectly against me, a woman who'd been built to be at my side.

  This was paradise.

  “Charlie, you know I meant what I said earlier. You're not going to do this alone.” My eyes were sincere. I couldn't stop thinking about how I was going to give this baby everything I never had.

  Especially an actual father.

  My eyes opened to the smell of bacon. It took a moment to remember where I was. I felt the warmth of Charlie's body next to mine. She is here, with me. It wasn't a dream. What a night, a hot memorable night. I'm laying here next to the mother of my child.

  Holy shit. My life is never going to be the same.

  “Good morning,” the delicate voice beside me whispered. She looked up into my eyes and buried herself closer. “Did you sleep alright?”

  “I think that's the first time I actually slept comfortably in a really long time.” I brought my lips down and kissed her forehead. She smiled as brightly as the sun through the window.

  “I'm pretty sure Sara is up.” She turned her head to the door and smelled the air. “You hungry?”

  “I could be hungry. It smells delicious.” I rubbed my hand over my chest as my stomach made a loud, angry gurgle.

  “Well, I bet there is plenty. She's Italian, and only knows how to cook for no less than six.” Her giggle was music to my ears.

  As we walked down the hall I could hear bacon sizzling in the pan, mixed with the sound of classical music. I stepped into the kitchen and was hit by an array of aromas. Peppers and onions sauteed in one pan, mushrooms and garlic in another. It was a delicious overload to my senses.

  A woman that I assumed was Sara stood facing the stove, steam pouring out from different areas in front of her. “Well, well, well,” she said, “It seems to me like someone has a whole lot to dish to me this morning.” She spoke to the room with her back turned. “I figured you were going to be dead to the world for a lot longer than this after what I...” Her words halted when she turned to see me standing next to Charlie. Her eyes were large with shock. She hadn't expected to see me.

  “Good morning.” I smirked and ran my hand through my hair.

  “Oh, why hello,” she said warily.

  “Sara, this is Owen. Owen, Sara.” Charlie's eyes darted back and forth between us uncomfortably.

  I don't think she ever told her friend about me. Or at least she may have left out some info.

  “Nice to meet you, Owen,” Sara said. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”

  She's probably seen me on the news. “I don't think so. But I've been on television a few times.” I tried to stop myself from laughing. Charlie shot me a glance with a slight smirk.

  Sara's eyes shifted between us. “Television? Uh huh,” she said dubiously. “Maybe that's it.” Her sly squint ended on Charlie. “Alright, eat up you guys.”

  There was more than enough food, just like Charlie had said. Amazingly, Sara kept conversation light, never prodding about what I was doing in her home.

  After breakfast I glanced down at my watch. “Shit. I need to go, I have to be at work in an hour. Charlie, I'm going to head out. I'll call you later tonight.” I stood and brought my plate to the sink.

  “I can give you a ride to your car.” Charlie got up and started for her jacket.

  “No, that's alright. It's just up the road a bit. I can walk. Go get some rest, it was a late night.” My teeth glinted with my perverse joy.

  Sara cleared her throat. “Do you guys need me to leave the room? Because I will. I don't mind.”

  “Sara! Stop. Alright, call me later.” Charlie's face turned a bright red as she smiled and looked down.

  I stepped forward and lifted her face with one finger. My eyes looked deep into hers as I leaned in and kissed her. “I will see you later, beautiful.”

  She was speechless, but that was fine. It wasn't a real goodbye. I'd never say goodbye to the woman I was obsessed with.

  As I walked towards my car, one thought warmed and comforted me.

  My life has purpose now.

  *
**

  It was difficult for me to concentrate at work. I kept thinking about Charlie and the growing baby. My boss had already yelled at me a few times today because he'd found me just spacing off.

  I'm not ready to tell anyone yet about what I learned last night. I want to figure everything out first. I need to make a plan, figure out what steps are next.

  The next step has to be us moving in together. We'll need a place suitable to raise a baby.

  A baby, that still has a weird sound to it.

  I'm going to do this right.

  Everything will work out.

  I leaned into the engine of the minivan I had been assigned to work on. A simple job for today, replace the fan belt and radiator. Yet, with all the thoughts charging through my brain I couldn't focus long enough to even complete a full turn of my wrench.

  I'm going to ask her tonight to move in with me. I know she's going to try and talk me into going slow, but how the hell could I do that?

  She's having my baby! I need to have her with me.

  No matter what it takes.

  “Owen!” Bill screamed from behind me.

  I lifted my head up quickly and hit the top of the hood. “What?” I yelled back while trying to rub the soreness away.

  “Ha! That's what you get for being so god damn slow today. There's a guy looking for you out front. Don't take too long, and for god sake finish this already.” He rolled his eyes and briskly walked around the junk to his office.

  Guy out front? Who would be here looking for me? I hope it's not a new parole officer doing a check in. They tended to change on me with no notice and no real reason at all. I'd had two different ones already since leaving the prison.

  I grabbed my rag to wipe my hands and walked towards the front door. Through the small window a few feet away I could see a figure facing the street. I couldn't make out much since the glass had a film of dirt and dust that created a blurry, yellow hue.

  When I reached the door the man remained turned away from me. “Can I help you?”

  His body slowly rotated and his profile froze in my mind. That tall, lanky body with a head full of greasy dark brown hair, the tight lipped smile; it sent a wave of rage throughout my body.