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Her hands worked up my shirt and explored every inch of my skin. I could feel her panting as my lips swallowed her moans. I worked my way down her neck, tasting every inch of her as her hands undid the button of my jeans.
Then I lifted my hips so she could get them down.
I cock sprung through my boxers, searching for her scent like it had all those months ago. My hands tore at her pajama pants, ripping them down her body and exposing her scent to my nose. Hairs stood on the back of my neck as our memories came rushing back to me. The taste of her on my tongue. The feel of her pussy encapsulating my cock. The way she shivered and jolted as she came against my body.
I longed to feel that again with her.
My hands ran up her shirt and stopped on the protrusion of her stomach. She stood in front of me, shaking as fear ran across her eyes. I locked my eyes on hers as I pulled her shirt over her stomach, then lowered my eyes to take in the swell of her skin.
Harper looked radiant as she carried my child.
I leaned in and kissed her stomach as her breath hitched. I kissed down the dark line appearing to split her stomach in half. I massaged her sides as she bit back a moan, feeling the ache of her muscles give way underneath my ministrations. I felt her legs shaking as my tongue danced along her skin, so I turned her around and sat her ass down on my lap.
I ground my cock against her until I could feel myself pressing against her entrance.
“Harper?” I asked.
“Please don’t stop,” she said in a whisper. “Holy fuck, Cade. Come on.”
I grinned at my name slipping from her lips before I eased my cock into her pussy.
She was tighter than I remembered. Slicked and ready for me as her back descended onto my chest. I groaned along with her as my hand moved her hair from her neck, then my lips began nibbling on her supple skin. I allowed my hands to explore her body. Massaging her full breasts and cupping her full stomach. I ran my hands down her thighs and parted her legs just for me. I rolled my hips into her as her hands reached back for my hair, gripping tightly onto whatever part of me she could have as she panted into the nighttime air.
I could feel her walls already fluttering around me as I nipped at her shoulder.
“Cade. Yes. Shit, I missed this.”
Her wanton words accelerated my movements. Her nails raked against my scalp as her juices dripped down my balls. She was coating my boxers in her arousal as I grew within her body, and soon I was grunting into her neck as I held her legs wide open for the world to see.
I pounded into her pussy, jiggling her tits as my hands massaged her thighs. I didn’t want to be in control of her. I didn’t want to punish her. Tonight, the only thing I wanted was to hear my name pour from her lips as she covered me with her.
And that was exactly what I got.
“Cade. Cade! Yes. Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m com-... in-”
Her pussy sucked me into her body as I stilled my movements. I bit down on her shoulder, careful not to bite too deeply. My hands rushed up to her body and wrapped around her stomach, cradling our child in my arms as she convulsed in my lap. Her toes curled against my bare legs and her hands scratched my head. I knew she was pulling hair from my own fucking scalp, but I didn’t care.
I filled her with threads of my come as I rode her high with her, feeling her body press deeper into mine as I held her close.
We panted underneath the twinkling stars as her legs slowly fell closed.
“I get why you didn’t want to tell me about the baby,” I said.
I felt her body tense up as my cock stayed seated within her.
“You probably thought we wouldn’t ever see each other again. Even after that rally.”
“Yeah,” Harper said. “That about sums it up.”
“But now, I know. I know, and I’m here. And I want to be a part of this.”
“Cade, you don’t understand. My father, and my plans… it would never work,” she said.
I held her closer to me as I slid my cock from between her thighs.
“You are my family now. Harper, you’re carrying my fucking child. I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go,” I said.
“How in the world could this work?” she asked. “We’re from two totally different worlds. I’ve got plans, Cade. And there’s so much you don’t know…”
“We’ll figure it out,” I said as I cupped her cheek. “But you’re pregnant with my child, and family is everything to me. We will be a family together, and I will protect you and this child. Always.”
“Are you serious?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” I said.
I watched as she climbed off my body and wiggled her pants back up her body. Her body moved and shook in ways that had me tingling with delight. I could feel my energy returning, ready for another round. She picked up her robe and wrapped it back around her, the sides barely meeting together over the swell of her stomach.
I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. How much she shimmered underneath the light of the moon.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the rally,” I said.
“Really?” she asked.
“Not one fucking bit.”
Her eyes glanced down at my cock laying on my lap. She blushed and shook her head, but I could tell she felt the same. I could tell by the way her body was already wet for me that she had been thinking about me, too.
“Same here,” she said, grinning. “When I found out I was pregnant, a part of me was so happy.”
“Why?” I asked.
Her beautiful blue eyes caught mine as she drew in a deep breath.
“Because at least I got to carry a piece of you around with me forever,” she said.
I stood to my feet in a heartbeat and tucked my cock back into my pants. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her close to me. I closed my eyes and pressed a kiss into her hair, my thumb stroking her cheek as her hand settled over my beating heart.
“We’ll figure all this out,” I said. “Now that I know, you won’t be doing this alone. Ever.”
And I could’ve sworn I heard her say ‘thank god.’
15
Harper
After standing against Cade’s body underneath the light of the moon, he led me back inside. His hand was on the small of my back, guiding me across the lawn as he watched the perimeter of the house. It was disconcerting to me that he was watching. That meant the threat my father talked about was real. I was hoping it was a sham. Something made up by Cade to try and get closer to me. But I felt comfortable near him as the heat of his body radiated against my back.
He helped me up the stairs, our feet avoiding the noisy ones. His hand stayed steadfast against my back, his fingertips massaging my muscles when they could. I felt my body coming to life with every step we took. My mind was buzzing from the climax he just brought me to. It was different from that weekend. There wasn’t any demand for control or any necessity to bring down punishment on my body. He wasn’t an angry and he sure as hell wasn’t as dirty.
It was a mutual profession. One that prompted both of us to command the moment.
When we got to my door, I turned around and looked up at him. His peridot eyes gazed down at me from beneath his shadowed forehead. I raised up onto my tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips. A small one that shivered me down to my toes. I could feel him smiling against me as his hands slipped around my waist. Holding me like a precious present, he’d just unwrapped.
“I promise, we’ll figure this out,” he said in a whisper.
Nodding against his forehead, I placed one last kiss upon his skin. A gift to leave him with before I ventured into my room. I couldn’t stop smiling, and my cheeks were beginning to hurt. For the past five months, I’d been living in a nightmare. A nightmare that was concocted by my father and his need to keep me at his every beck and call. I shut the door and listened as Cade backtracked down the hallway, much to my dismay.
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nbsp; I wanted him to come lie down next to me.
I knew we would have issues, that much was for certain. And explaining to my parents that he was the father of my child would be exponentially hard. There would be yelling and cursing. Blame and fury. They would probably throw me out. Or worse, try to forbid me from seeing him altogether. I had to clue Cade in on my plans. On what it was really like here and how I was going to be leaving the night my father won the election.
Because we all knew he would fucking win.
Thinking about all these tasks, however, was easier with Cade in the picture. At least when I told my parents, he would be there to defend me. At least when I left this house, he would be there to pick me up. I trusted him when he said he wanted to make this work. To be there for our child and me, no matter what it took. I felt my wild side clawing to the forefront. I felt my true self-bubbling to the surface. The ruffles and the lace and the makeup I hid behind was slowly melting, and in its place, the woman I wanted to be was surfacing.
The leather and chains and punishment type of girl that craved attention stood her ground and made sure you knew not to fuck with her.
Cade brought out that confidence in me. He was the last straw I needed to be who I wanted to become. Not because I needed a man, but because I needed someone who believed in me. Who didn’t try to suppress me or control me. I didn’t need a man like my father, who wanted me to fit a mold that was convenient and beneficial for him. I needed a man like Cade. A man who would guide me instead of lead me. Love me instead of loving the version of me he thought he could mold. I needed someone who would cradle me close when I felt weak and stand by with pride when I felt strong.
Cade gave me all that and so much more, and I knew… deep down… that he would be a wonderful father to our son.
I climbed into bed with visions of our life together pouring through. Visions of riding on his motorcycle and images of him tying me to the bed. Pictures of him devouring my dripping wet pussy and cradling my pregnant stomach at night. Visions of his rock hard abs and his chiseled arms cradling our small son as he told him stories of black angels riding in the night. Protecting those that couldn’t protect themselves while keeping under a veil of darkness. He would tell our son of men and women who protected people not for the recognition, but because it was simply the right thing to do.
I closed my eyes with a smile on my face as I hunkered down into the covers.
But a loud crash shook me from my dreams. Something sprayed across my body as I shrieked and threw the covers off my body. There was a cold wind that came wafting into the room, and suddenly my door burst open as feet scurried along the floor.
There was brick on the floor of my bedroom, and tied to it… was a note.
16
Cade
I made my way downstairs with a smile plastered on my face. My cock was satiated, the smell of Harper’s pussy permeated my leather coat, and my heart was thundering with happiness. I couldn’t wait to be with Harper. Out of all the women I’d fucked in my life without any care or abandon in this world, it had to be her I got pregnant. The one who captured my mind stole my memories and made my dreams her own. The woman I hadn’t been able to forget about for months was carrying my child, and she had just agreed to let me protect her and that child.
Her and our child.
The idea filled my chest with pride. Harper’s beautiful body would grow with curves I could enjoy every night for the rest of my fucking life. Her pussy would drip for me as her stomach grew and I would be able to drink her like a fine wine every morning. I was about to start a family with the most beautiful woman I had ever set eyes on, and I knew I would do everything in my power to make her happy and keep her safe. It would be hard. Especially with the dick I was sure her father was. I saw the real her that weekend. The wild side that craved the open road and the wind whipping through her hair. Her father stifled that in her. That much was apparent on that stage a couple of days ago.
I wasn’t going to let him do that to her anymore.
I walked over to the fridge to get me a drink when a loud crash caught my attention. I heard Harper shriek as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I pulled my gun from my back as I cocked it, then dashed for the stairs. Taking them three at a time, I turned and barreled down the hallway as every single terrible thought came to mind. Was it them? Were they here? Did they have Harper? Were they trying to take her? I’d kill whoever it was I found. I would blow away anyone who stood between the woman that was carrying my child and me.
No one scared her and fucking got away with it.
I threw open her door just as her parents stumbled out of their rooms and I saw Harper shaking on the bed. I panned my gun around my room, training my eyes on the busted window. I walked over the glass, crunching it into the carpet as I stepped over the brick. I surveyed the scene, sticking my head out the window to see if I could see anyone dashing off or standing there to look at their handiwork.
But there was no one. Nothing except a fucking brick on the damn floor.
Glass was everywhere. Shards of it had rained down upon the bed as Harper stayed in her spot. I dashed over to her and slowly peeled the covers back, wrapping up the glass shards as her parents stood there in horror. Her mother was crying, and Ryan Thomas had his gaze held on the brick. Neither of them was making any efforts to come and make sure their daughter was all right.
And that fact made my blood boil.
If it were my child, I’d walk through fire to get to them. If it were my daughter screaming and crying on a bed, I’d walk over rusted nails tainted with tetanus just to get to her. But there they stood, like trembling cowards in the presence of something that threatened their perfect existence. Their daughter who was pregnant with their grandchild was sobbing on her bed, and they made no move towards her.
I needed to get her away from them.
They were fucking toxic.
I wrapped up Harper’s comforter and tied off the glass. I tossed it to the side before I made my way to the brick as she curled her legs up to her chest. I saw a note attached to the brick, fluttering in the cold breeze that was pouring from her window. I could hear Harper shivering, her teeth clattering together as I turned my head back towards her.
“Harper. Are you hurt?” I asked.
As if my voice ripped him from a trance, Ryan started leaping over the shards of glass. He jumped onto his daughter’s bed and cradled her, but I watched as she tried to pull away. She was a crying, pregnant daughter whose window had just been busted by a brick… but she didn’t want her father.
Whatever they were doing to her, it was obvious she wasn’t comfortable here.
Her mother continued to sob at the door as I untied the note. I tossed the brick into an empty chair as I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the words on the page. I sighed with relief when I saw there were no pictures, especially given what Harper and I had just done in her backyard.
But the note still delivered a looming threat that set my alerts on ‘high.’
“What does it say?” Ryan asked.
Harper’s eyes watched me carefully as she tried to lean away from her father again.
“It says, ‘we told your father he should stop running. He didn’t listen… so we are coming for you.’ And I can only assume they mean your daughter, Mr. Thomas since it was thrown through her window,” I said.
“Oh, my gosh,” her mother said with a whimper.
“It’s going to be all right, girls. I promise. This is why I hired The Black Angels. They’re better equipped to deal with this type of thing. Right?”
Ryan’s eyes whipped up towards mine, and I nodded with a tight-lipped smile. The last thing I wanted to do was piss this man off, but everything inside of me wanted to rip him away from Harper. She was uncomfortable, and her eyes were wide with fear. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. I wanted to hold her until she stopped trembling. I wanted to run my hands over her body and check to make sure she w
asn’t bleeding.
But I had to tread a fine line so Ryan wouldn’t rip me away from the house. From the only lifeline, I had to Harper and my unborn child.
“Cade.”
Ryan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as our eyes connected again.
“You do whatever the hell you have to in order to protect my daughter. If that means following her wherever she goes, then so be it.”
My eyes flicked over to Harper, who seemed to visibly relax. Her father placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before letting her go, and I watched her sigh with relief. There it was. The one thing I was after. Around the clock detail for just Harper. A shadow of a grin twitched my cheek as Ryan slid from her bed, his bedroom slippers crunching over the thick shards of glass still shining on the floor.
“I’ll get the vacuum,” the mother said.
“I’ll take her comforter downstairs and toss it. We’ve got more blankets in the closet. Harper, we can get you another one tomorrow,” Ryan said.
“Okay,” Harper said breathlessly.
“Mr. Thomas?” I asked.
“Yes?”
“We’ll need to discuss different terms if I’m going to be with Harper around the clock. That’s what it’ll take to catch someone like this, and I want to make sure I don’t breach any personal boundaries,” I said.
“Personal boundaries?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“You gonna follow her into the bathroom?”
“No, sir,” I said as I shook my head.
“You gonna watch her sleep?”
“No, sir.”
“You gonna follow her into a changing room or something?” he asked.
“Not in the slightest, sir,” I said.
“Then you’re hired. Harper, sweetie? I’ll be back with more blankets.”
I tossed a grin over to Harper as her beautiful aquamarine eyes found mine. I could tell she was still fearful of sleeping in her own room, especially with the window just being broken. She sighed and went to slip from her bed, but I dashed to her side before I scooped her up into my arms.