Always The Hero (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant Book 2)

by Kelli Callahan

  A high-pitched, blood-curdling scream echoed off the walls. The spoon fell from my hand and dropped to the floor, sending sauce everywhere. “Mom? Dad?” I asked, taking a step forward as my dad stumbled into the hallway, slumping against the wall, clutching his stomach.

  “Dad!” I screamed and ran to him, but he held out a bloody hand. I caught him and cried. “Dad—”

  “Run, Bell. I need you to run.”

  “I’m not leaving you,” I said, clutching onto him. “Where’s mom?”

  He cupped my face with one of his bloody hands and stared into my eyes, a tear running down his cheek. “Listen to me; I love you. Run. Okay?”

  Heavy boots pounded against the floor, coming for us. My dad pushed me away, and he fell to his knees. “Run, Bell,” he said again, but I stood frozen.

  A large man stood behind my dad; a large knife glimmered in the light as he brought it to my dad’s throat. “Bell, go! Run!” he screamed right as the man sliced his throat.

  Something left my mouth, either a scream, vomit, or both, and I ran out the back door.

  The boots followed me.

  “Abigail, wake up! Come on, baby. Wake up. You’re scaring me,” Logan’s soothing voice cut through my dreams. “Abigail!” He shook my shoulders, and my eyes snapped open.

  I couldn’t see anything. It was dark. I felt blood everywhere. I started to scream again, and Logan turned on the lamp next to the bed and lit up the room. Sweat drenched me, and I kicked and screamed, trying to get away from the man with the knife.

  “Abigail, it’s me. It’s Logan. Hey, look at me.” He cupped my face the same way my dad did, and slowly my dream started to fade, and Logan’s sweet face came to view. I threw my arms around him and cried. Oh, I felt so sick. I had no idea if what I dreamed of was true, but I wish it was something that would vanish, just like my other memories. I didn’t want to remember my father’s face.

  I didn’t want to think about the fact I never got to say goodbye to my mom.

  “Shhh, I got you. You’re okay. You’re here with me. You’re safe. You’re safe, baby.” Logan held me and rocked me back and forth like a child as I sobbed. I wanted to throw up. God, it felt so real. He murmured, “You’re so special to me. You’re beautiful. You’re wanted here.” Over and over again.

  When I got too tired, I lifted my head, and he met my eyes, giving me a soft smile. “There’s my girl,” he whispered, wiping my tears away.

  “Logan,” I hiccupped his name.

  “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  I swung my legs over his lap and sat down, facing him. I wiped my face on my shirt and held his face in my hands. “Logan,” I breathed him in, the fear in my body leaving me completely as he wrapped his arms around me, circling me in safety.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his blue eyes dancing over my face.

  I shook my head. I wanted to feel something other than being afraid. I wanted to take control of something in my life. I leaned down and kissed Logan, the one man who gave me a chance when no one would, who believed in me, who cared about me, and I wanted to give myself over to him.

  “Abigail, what are you—”

  “Please,” I cut him off, bringing my lips to his again. “Touch me. I want to feel good. Make me feel good.”

  His hands clutched the shirt I wore, his shirt, and his cock was hard between my legs. “You aren’t ready. You’re just scared. You had a nightmare—”

  “I did, and then you were here, you’re always here for me,” I said. It had been a week since being with Logan, and it had been the best week of my life. It was natural being around him, like breathing or eating, just something I knew I had to do. It felt right. There weren’t many things in the last year that felt right, that made me happy, but Logan did, and I wanted to hold onto him and feel like this, feel right, for the rest of my life.

  “And I will be here. We don’t have to do anything. Don’t feel like you have to do this because—”

  I silenced him with a hard kiss, doing my best to take control and to show him how much I wanted him. I knew I wasn’t the best at this, but I wanted to try. Swirling my tongue against his, the wet velvet expertly dancing with mine. As soon as I thought I had control of the kiss, his hand cupped the back of my head to take the lead.

  His arms were my safe haven, a place I knew I could go where nothing could harm me. I sank into him, letting my body be one with his body. It felt good to let the reserves go, to breathe, to just be. I had no reason to be afraid with Logan and about how I felt for him. If he didn’t want me here, then he would tell me or show me.

  And the only thing he had shown me was love.

  My hands draped down his muscular chest, and a shaky breath left him, and it made me smile against his lips. He made me feel so powerful in the simplest way. I was hardly touching him, but there he was, trembling and his cock his hard between my legs. My panties were damp from the thick heat of him, and all I wanted to do was feel him against me, inside me.

  “Fuck, you’re killing me. I love the way you touch me,” he threw his head back, and the tendons and muscles in his neck strained. The column of his neck was strong, and his Adam’s apple was a beacon for my mouth. Feeling brave like I always did with Logan, I leaned down and pressed an opened mouth kiss on his neck.

  The masculine groan that left him vibrated my lips, and it urged me to do it again. I followed his pulse, kissing and nipping, circling his Adam’s apple. I kissed down his neck, relishing in the taste of his salty skin. He was letting me take control. Logan knew I needed this. I kissed his collarbone and made my way down to his defined pectorals. I loved the square definition of them. They weren’t bulky or puffy from working out all the time. They were lean and trimmed from labor work.

  He was the sexiest man I had ever seen, which didn’t say much since I couldn’t remember the majority of my life, but hell, I had a feeling no one would measure up to him.

  “What are you doing?” he asked with eyes as big as the moon when I kissed my way down the middle of his stomach. “Really, you don’t have to. I’m with you regardless,” he said between jagged breaths, which only egged me on hearing how much I affected him.

  “I might be really bad at this,” I warned, fingering the edge of his shorts. “I can’t remember ever doing it.”

  He moaned, closing his eyes as he let my words sink it. “You could do anything you wanted to me, and it would be the best.” When he opened his eyes again, they were darker, and his hand let go of the sheet that he had previously fisted and played with the hem of the shirt I wore.

  His shirt.

  I always fell asleep in his shirt.

  “But if we are doing this, you are overdressed,” he said, his voice husky as he lifted my shirt. I gulped as the shirt got higher, and my skin got exposed to the cool air. My vision got compromised from the shirt being lifted over my head, and I felt so vulnerable in that moment. I lifted my arm to cover myself but then decided against it. He wanted to see me, and I’d gained a little weight in the last week, so I knew I looked better than I did.

  But my body against Logan’s, there was no comparison. He was much sexier.

  “Look at you,” he said with awe, staring at my body like I was everything he had ever wished for.

  I shook my head, a habit I formed over the last year, and then remembered that Logan wanted me to use my words. “Look at you,” I said. “You’re much sexier.”

  He skimmed his hands up my body and around my small breasts, humming in appreciation as his knuckles glided over my beaded pink nipples. “We will have to agree to disagree because I’ve never seen anything as stunning as you. You’re everything I dreamed I wanted and more.” He palmed my tits, and I hissed, arching my back as he explored my body. “They fit perfectly in my palms. So fucking perfect,” he growled and yanked me against his chest, slamming his mouth against mine in a heated frenzy. His teeth clanked against mine, and he sucked my tongue into his mouth, and my clit t
hrobbed. Liquid gushed from me and soaked me further. He must have felt it because he moaned, broke the kiss, and pulled away from me.

  “You have no idea how much I want to ravish you.”

  I had an idea because I wanted to ravish him too. I slid down his body again and glanced up from between his legs, watching his chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath, but couldn’t because he anticipated my next move too much. I brought my eyes to the erection pressing against his shorts. It looked wide, the head fat and the ridge pronounced. Once I tugged his shorts down, everything changed.

  And I was ready for it.

  My hands rubbed up the silky material until my fingers gripped the waistband and pulled them down. “Oh,” I said at the same time his cock bounced free and slapped against his stomach. Well, how in the world was I supposed to fit that in my mouth?

  No, actually, how was that supposed to fit inside me?

  My palms started to sweat, and my nerves started to get the best of me. Logan was thick, his girth almost the size of his wrist, and his length was just as impressive. He was so heavy; his erection didn’t stand all the way up, it leaned from the weight of it.

  “Wow,” I breathed.

  His cock jerked at that moment, and a bead of clear liquid flowed onto his stomach. “When you look at me like that. It makes me want to lose control,” he said through gritted teeth and white knuckles.

  I wanted to lose control too. The last bit of reserve gnawed at my stomach as I stared at his cock. There were veins running up and down the length, bulging from the amount of blood filling him. With a shaky hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base and held it steady and brought my lips around the head.

  “Oh, fuck!” he yelled, his body jackknifing from the simple move.

  I had no idea what I was doing, but I barely had my mouth around him before he wrapped his arms around me and flipped me over onto my back, ripped my panties off, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue slashed against my clit, and a sound I had never heard myself make before, left my mouth. My hands buried in his hair, holding onto him as he gave me the best pleasure of my life.

  “You taste so good. I knew you’d taste sweet. I fucking knew it,” he plunged his fingers inside me at the same time he sucked on the bundle of nerves. “So tight,” Logan mumbled against me. “I can’t wait to be in here.”

  I whimpered as his fingers sank further inside me until he hit something, making me cry out in pain and equal amounts of pleasure. I propped up on my elbows and watched as he devoured me like an animal when he felt the barrier inside me.

  I was a virgin. I hadn’t even thought to touch myself down there to find out, but I was glad. I wanted my first time to be with Logan. I wanted to give him every single part of me, even if it hurt.

  A low burn started in my belly and traveled down my legs, shaking them uncontrollably as he lashed at my sensitivity, slid his fingers in and out of me, and with his free hand, tweaked my nipple. All of the sensations blended to be one, and it felt so good, more than I could ever dream of.

  “Logan,” I tapped his shoulder, feeling the urge to…to…I couldn’t even say it because it was too embarrassing. “Logan, oh, Logan!” My legs shook harder, and the harder they shook, the louder I screamed his name, but the build-up in my body only got more intense. I felt like I had to pee, and the last thing I wanted to do was pee on him! That would be so embarrassing, but he kept on, ate me savagely with every cry that left my mouth.

  He spread my legs with his hands, and it felt like I was doing the splits, I couldn’t be any wider and on display for him than I already was, but the way I was positioned, my clit peeked out, and there was no way of hiding it.

  I shattered and ground my pussy against his face as I let whatever possessed me to take me under.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Logan

  My orgasm squirted from my cock as the first hint of her come hit my tongue. I was so worked up, tasting her, pleasing her, hearing her moan my name, wanting me, touching me, and I had been on edge for far too long. I was glad I came right then because that meant when I got inside her, I would last longer.

  I was a bit embarrassed. It had been a few years since I been with anyone, but coming without a touch, that was a whole other animal. I moaned into her cunt; her pubic hair tickled my nose as I buried my tongue to the hilt inside the tight heat. She tasted like honey, and I was the fucking bear that couldn’t satisfy his sweet tooth with how I drank her down.

  When she came, she squirted down my throat, and I bet that was what she tried to warn me about. It was her first orgasm, in this new life, and damn it; it made me feel proud. I licked her clean, gathered all the juices I could, and sat up, staring at her beautiful pink sheath. Her clit was swollen, and her tight virgin hole called for me. It leaked cream. She was slick and ready physically, but mentally, I wanted to make sure.

  There was no going back after this. She would be mine forever. I knew once those walls tightened around me, and I felt her for the first time squeezing around my cock, I’d never be able to let her go. Fuck me, what was I thinking? I’d never be able to let her go, even if I never got to feel that plush cunt that waited for me, I could live like this for the rest of my life.

  “Kiss me,” I said as I lifted her up by her arms. “Taste yourself.”

  She didn’t hesitate. Abigail licked my lips with her tongue before plummeting the eager appendage between my lips. She moaned, and I swallowed her sounds, letting it fuel my cock again. I was hard as a rock, ready to sink inside her and claim her as my own.

  “It’s your turn,” she said, reaching between my legs. She jerked me and then stared at me in shock when she felt the come dripping down my shaft. “You…”

  “When you did.”

  “That’s so sexy.” She lunged at me, and I barely had time to wrap my arms around her as we rolled off the bed. I landed on my back with a hard thud, and Abigail giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

  I sat up, held onto her ass, and stood, laying her back down on the bed. “Good. Now you know how I feel,” I uttered against her lips before taking them in a slow kiss. I laid over her and positioned myself at her entrance, but I didn’t sink in. I wrapped one hand around her throat as I kissed her and rocked against her, letting her pussy lips massage me as I punch her clit with the fat tip of my cock.

  She whimpered, and the wet sounds of her slick gliding against me was almost enough to make me come again. My sack pulled tight against my body, and my knees laid in the puddle of my previous come, sticking against my leg hair, but I didn’t give a fuck. It would wash off. I wanted to be filthy; I wanted to be covered in her come and mine and fall asleep filthy, only to wake up and get dirty all over again.

  “Logan, please,” she slurred, but I found it sexy. I loved the way she spoke; others might find fault in it, but not me. It sounded laid back, quiet, with a slight rasp. “I need to feel you.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked, holding each side of her face gently as I stared into her brown depths. “We can stop right now. I won’t be mad. Don’t feel like you have to.”

  “I want to,” she said, biting my bottom lip into her mouth and sucking on it until I growled, and she popped it free. “I really want you, Logan.” Her hand laid over my heart, and there was no way she couldn’t feel the wild drum of it against her palm. “You make me feel…” Abigail tried to find the words, but I could tell she was getting frustrated.

  I held her hands above her head and gripped them with mine, keeping her trapped there. “I know,” I said. “You make me feel the same way.” I pressed against the tiny hole until it gave way, and I sank in about an inch. “Baby, you make me feel the same,” I repeated. “No need for words. The only thing you need to know is that I love you, and I’m going to take care of you. You never need to worry about being alone again.” I wanted to thrust inside her in one hard stroke and claim her, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t want to be a barbarian. She deserved better for h
er first time.

  After, I’d bend her over ever surface and fuck her hard and spank that ass for every time she doubted herself or spoke down about herself.

  A tear left the corner of her eye, and I kissed it away. “I love you too,” she whispered, and I pushed her hair back to get a good look at her face, the perfect, most angelic face I had ever seen. I kept her arms above her head and curled my hips again, inching my cock forward, stretching her channel wide to accommodate me.

  “Eyes. Give me your eyes,” I said as her lashes fluttered, and her eyelids closed. She opened them wide, staring at me with black pupils. “I want you to watch me take you.” Right at that moment, I hit her barrier, the last thing that kept me from owning every inch of her. She cried out, bit her lip, and tried to wrestle her hands free so she could touch me. My mouth dropped open when I pushed forward, breaking through her hymen and sliding in until my orbs cradled her ass.

  I moaned as her wet, hot, silky walls contracted around me. I could see the pain all over her face, sweat beading around her hairline, and she gasped for air, trying to work through the pain. I peppered kisses on her cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to hurt you, but now I’m going to make you feel real good. I promise.”

  “You make me feel better than anyone ever has. The small amount of pain is worth it.”

  I let go of her hands and placed my palm on her hip and the other one against her face as I rocked. I slid out; those fucking wet sounds were erotic as I sank inside her again. “Oh, fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You feel so good. This was made for me. You were made for me; no one could ever make me feel how you do.” I sped up my rhythm, and my sack slapped against her ass with every stroke. Her body was small and tight and while my own engulfed hers, she fit against me like a missing puzzle piece.

  Her nipples rubbed against my chest, her sweat mixed with mine, her whimpers made me groan. I was in tune with everything her body did because my body responded to her call, to her want, her need.