Drew
Heaven Hill Shorts #8
Laramie Briscoe
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Blurb
It is recommended you read “Heaven Hill Generations” before reading this story. If not, you will be very confused and lost.
Drew Walker
My life changed the day my daughter was shoved into the back of a van on the orders of a man I considered my brother.
It’s never going to be the same again.
I’m never going to be the same again.
But I’m being given another chance to do everything right this time.
And I’ll be damned if I screw it up.
Chapter One
Drew
She’s safe, asleep, and for the first time all day, there’s a look of calm across her face. This is what I live for. The look of calm on Justice’s face. It’s rare right now, for her to feel at peace, and I count the times I see it as a special treat.
So every night, I sneak into the bedroom she shares with her twin, and I watch them sleep for a few minutes, just to ease my own anxiety.
I feel her arms wrap around my waist from behind. Even through the leather of the cut I wear, I know she kisses my shoulder blade. Pushing my arm behind me, I bundle her up, holding her tightly. The two of us, we look on, like parents do, hoping one day our family will be the way it was before.
Before the traitor.
Before Caelin had to become a man.
Before Justice became scared of her shadow.
Before I felt like I failed in my most important job as a husband and a father.
Charity tugs on my cut, pulling me out of the girls’ room and into ours.
“I know it makes you feel better,” she speaks as we shut our door, “But do you think it’s good for you to keep doing this every night? What if they decide to spend the night somewhere?”
“They’ll only spend the night at Heaven Hill houses.”
She gives me a patient look.
“Travis was Heaven Hill.”
That hits me like a freight train against my chest.
“Drew, we aren’t going to always be able to protect them. It’s a hard conclusion to come to, but it’s the truth. You’ve got to stop doing this to yourself. There are some things we can’t control.”
Control.
Something I’m sorely lacking lately. More than anything, I want to be able to control anything. I reach out, I grip her neck with my hand, not in a way to hurt, but in a way to entice. Her eyes lift to mine. I’m asking permission, because I love her and respect her.
“If you need to control me, then by all means, have at it.”
This is how it’s been for us lately, and I love her for understanding this is exactly what I need.
Reaching down, I grasp her ass, lifting her thighs up and around my waist, walking her over to the bed.
“Why are you still wearing this?” I gesture down at the dress and stockings still on her body. The only thing she’s taken off appears to be her shoes.
“Had court today, worked late, and got home an hour before you did. Getting the kids dinner and to bed took precedence.”
Tilting my head to the side, I give her a smirk before I reach up, under her dress, grasp her stockings, and take out my aggression by ripping them in half. “Hope they weren’t favorites.”
She smirks back, proving everything about her is perfect for me. “They are now.”
This has been our routine since Justice got taken and Travis got killed. My wife letting me bury myself and my stresses inside her, giving me everything I need, and never saying no. If I’m honest, I think she needs it too.
Throwing her stockings to the ground, I reach down to where my jeans are held up by a belt. Quickly, I unbuckle, the clang of the metal prong hitting the frame is loud in the room, only outdone by the sound of our breathing as we look at one another. In mere seconds, I’ve unzipped, and pushed my jeans down to my knees, but instead of going right for my dick, I take a second to massage it over the material of my underwear. Looking at her, writhing on the bed waiting for me causes my hard flesh to jump, and spurs my hand to dip down under the waistband
.
My cock is always ready to go for her. Almost as if the aggression and irritation of not being able to change anything is making me hornier than I was as a teenager. Leaning my knees against the mattress, I press her thighs apart, pulling her to me.
Charity and I, we’ve always fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Our eyes meet in the moment I grip her thighs, tilting her up, and then slide home. She’s ready, just like she always is. A part of me wonders if this is how she deals with what happened to Justice too.
Grunting, I pull out, push back in, and repeat as we rock against each other. Her hands go above her head, gripping the comforter, anchoring herself in place for me to thrust into her body. This right here is all that gets me through the days.
Coming home to my kids safe in bed, and my wife waiting for me - wet and warm.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back on my shoulders, giving myself over to the feel of her body around mine. “Fuck Char,” I ground out as my legs start to get shaky. “Need to get deeper,” I let myself fall onto the bed, then come up on my knees.
“Yes,” she whines. “Get deeper. Take me as deep and as hard as you want.”
That settles it, she’s getting the same thing out of this I am. “Think about this all day,” I whisper. “Only thing that makes me not run to check on Justice all the time, knowing you’re here for me.”
“Take it all out on me,” she grunts as she pushes harder against me. “Let me take it all out on you.”
That’s when I feel it, her nails on my abs. Prying my eyes open, I let my head fall so that I can see her. Her hands have pushed up my shirt, her fingers are digging into the skin over my muscles. She’s leaving bloody tracks and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on more.
“Yes,” I fall onto her, but press up on my elbows to keep most of my weight off. “Give me everything you’ve got, babe. Use me.”
She gasps, exposing her neck for me, and I go in. Licking, biting, sucking, anything to keep her beneath me, to keep us locked in this embrace. As long as we’re together, nothing can hurt us.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
All too soon her heels are digging into my ass. My cock is wet as she buries her mouth in my shoulder, biting the flesh hard to keep her cry quiet. And that’s all it takes for me to find my pleasure deep in her body.
We break apart, holding hands as we lay next to one another, our chests heaving, sweat pouring off the both of us.
“Drew,” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“We should go see Doc Jones, you know that right? We can’t keep doing this to each other.”
Looking over at her, I get a memory off teenage Charity in my bed, on the night I took her virginity. She’d looked just as scared back then as she does now. Back then I couldn’t make her stay, couldn’t ruin her life by asking her to be my wife. Now, it’s my job to fix things, and fuck if I’m sure I can.
“Whatever you want, babe.”
She scoots over next to me. “I want you, Drew, but you’ve gotta forgive yourself and let those walls down.”
Closing my eyes, because I can’t stand to see the look in hers, I pull her to me, kissing her on the forehead. “I love you, Char, always remember that.”
“I have no doubt, but you’ve got to learn to let go and love yourself.”
And that right there? Is the bitch of it all.
Chapter Two
Drew
The alarm startles me awake. Reaching over, I slap it, hoping it doesn’t wake Charity up. I’m no longer the guy who hits snooze three or four times in the morning. Now I’m the guy who hops up like his ass is on fire and runs to his girls’ room. He makes sure they’re still in bed where they’re supposed to be.
But today I don’t have to do that. Justice is sleeping where Charity normally sleeps and Harley’s tucked in next to me. They started doing this a few weeks ago. We’ve gone back and forth over whether we should attempt to make them go back to their own bed. It’s only been two months since Steele though, and I’m of the mind we should keep them here as long as we can.
The only difference is today Charity’s not in the spot she normally occupies. Carefully, I kick my legs out from under the covers and do my best to get up without disturbing the girls.
The door to the bathroom is shut, giving me a clue as to where she might be. Easing my ear up, there’s no tell-tale spray of water hitting the tile of our shower, so I knock instead.
“Come in.”
Her voice sounds slightly weak, causing me to move quickly. “You okay?” The words are out of my mouth before I even shut the door.
“Not feeling so great,” she manages before she leans further into the toilet and begins heaving.
There are only two times I’ve ever seen her do this. When we’ve drank a little too much at a club party the night before, or the first few months she was pregnant with the twins.
I know for a fact she wasn’t drinking last night.
Which leaves the other option. Something we have to start telling people about soon.
Hurrying over, I hold her hair back, thankful that I’ve never been a sympathy puker. When she’s done, she slumps to the side.
Scooting over, I brace my hand against the vanity counter, propelling my body up. There’s already a washrag ready for use. Turning on the faucet, I check the coolness of the temperature before running the cotton underneath it. Once it’s sufficiently wet, I turn the stream off and then ring out the excess, before turning around and handing it to Charity.
Leaning back against the cabinets, arms crossed, a heavy sigh escapes my chest. She’s rubbing the washcloth against her face, and I can’t help but notice the tremble in her hand.
“Char,” I start.
“I know,” she cuts me off. “Trust me,” her eyes meet mine. “I know.”
“Do you?” I push off the counter, bending down until I’m on her level. “Because I’m gonna fuckin’ go out of my mind making sure you’re safe while we fuck around, not telling people that you’re pregnant. They’re our family.”
She licks her lips. “Drew, what if something happens?”
“What’s going to happen?”
“I’m on the other side of thirty-five, what if we lose this baby?”
“What if I lose you? I’m scared to death every second you’re out of my sight.”
“You’ve got to let go of this fear you have that you’re going to lose us all the time.”
Forking my fingers through my hair, an agitated sound rips it’s way past my throat. “Don’t you think I know that?”
Tears pool in her eyes, making the rims red. “I know,” her face cracks and those tears fall - fast and furious.
“Shit.” Sliding down, I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly.
“We don’t need this right now,” she sniffs, burying her head in my shoulder. “I haven’t told anybody.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’ll make it real, and then we’ll have to face what’s happening. What if it’s twins again? What if I lose mine, the same way she lost hers?”
God, I hadn’t even thought of twins. But I have thought about losing. I’ve thought about losing everything.
“We’ll get through it, babe. We always do. Nothing ever keeps us down for long.”
She pulls back, a soft smile on her face. “We do, together,” she reaches out, catching my pinky finger with hers.
“First, we gotta tell the girls. They’ve got to know something’s going on with you.”
When she nods, her hair falls around us, closing us in a cocoon of warmth. “If you get the girls up and going, I’ll run to the store and grab something for them.”
“You sure you’re okay to go by yourself? I can get someone else to go.”
“They’re my girls, I’ll get them something on my own.”
Leaning in, I drop a kiss on her forehead. “How many scenarios have you already run through this gorgeous head of yours, counselor?”
“Too many.”
“Now it’s my turn,” I nuzzle under her jawline, my lips brushing against the flesh.
“I don’t want you to worry, not about this. You already worry about so much.”
“Babe, it’s what I do, and my family’s safety? It’s my number one priority. You know better than anyone how much it means to me. Go get the gift, I’ll get the girls up, and then we’ll figure out what the next eighteen years of our life looks like.”
She groans. “We’d already made it to ten, Drew. We were more than halfway there. Now we gotta start over?”
“Mom and Dad did with Tatum,” I remind her.
Judging by the look on both our faces, we’re remembering Tatum and her hurricane nickname. Neither one of us are up for a child who will test us the way my little sister tested my parents.
“Not funny,” she moves to get up, but I pull her back down, this time onto my lap. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I give her all my strength, hoping it’s enough.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Her small hand closes over mine, pulling it down to her stomach. “I love you too.”
This is where our child lays, protected and safe beneath her flesh. How will I keep them safe? I couldn’t keep Justice safe, how will I keep a baby safe? Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I focus on the here and now. Not the past, not the future, but what’s happening right this second.
For a minute, I allow us to have this moment. It’s ours and no one else’s, exactly what I think we both needed. “Better get going. The quicker we tell them, the better.”
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