Chained: A Bad Boy Romance (16 page)

“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.

***

I
t 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.

Brice, what the fuck is he doing here?

“Hey, Owen, how you been? Long time no see.” He grinned the sleaziest smile ever with a mouth half full of teeth.

“What are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth. My hands began to shake slightly.
You shouldn't be here, why are you here?
The thoughts in my head began to race.

Just go back to the hole you crawled out of. I don't need you in my life, especially now.

“What? I can't see how my little brother is doing? Ask you how things have been since you got out?” He walked towards me, his hands resting in the pockets of an old camouflage hunting jacket.

I didn't care what he wanted to ask. I just wanted him to disappear. “How did you find me?”

“Owen, come on man. You know I got resources. How was dinner last night?” He brought a hand up and lit a cigarette, inhaling a long pull and blowing the smoke in my direction.

It hit me in that moment, when he said those words, that it hadn't been my mind playing tricks on me last night. I
had
seen him outside the window of the restaurant.
Maybe all the other times I thought I'd seen him before were true, too.

Has he been following me all along?

“Get the
fuck
out of here, Brice. I don't know why you're here and I don't care.” I didn't want to yell at him, I was at work and Bill certainly wouldn't be happy if I got into a fight in front of the shop.

I turned to walk back inside, leave him where he was and forget that he had been here. I wanted no piece of what he represented. He was a memory from my past, one I had been trying to forget.

“Wait! Owen, look, I need your help, man. This shit is serious.” His eyes showed desperation. “Come on, this is life or death for me.”

I inhaled a deep breath, my fists curled, ready and wanting to hit him. “I don't care. You're on your own,” I spoke over my shoulder.

“Owen, I'm in deep. Way too deep. I got in with this gang, and... I owe a shit load of money to them. I just need you to help me this one time. That's it! Just this once.” His face filled with worry and fear, but I knew he was exaggerating to manipulate me.

“No. I'm done with all that shit. I've been done for a long time. Find another way to fix your issue.”
Who the hell does he think he is? He leaves me for years. Ten years! Then he shows up and expects me to bend over backwards to get him out of trouble. No way! There is too much at stake for me now.

I told myself I wasn't falling back.

And I won't.

“They're bad people, Owen. Really bad people. I can't do this alone. Remember everything I've done for you? Everything I did to keep you safe when we were kids?” Brice wanted to try and pull the guilt card on me.

Not this time, not anymore.

A dark laugh spilled from my mouth. “Really? You think that will work? Where were you all this time, huh?” My muscles tensed as I walked towards him with rage in my eyes. “Tell me! Where the fuck were you when I spent the last decade sitting in a fucking cage? Did you come see me? Did you call? No! You fucking didn't!”

The sound of a car rolling up the gravel caused us to pause. I turned my head and saw it was Charlie.
Why is she here? Shit. Not now! Not while he's around.

The door opened and she hopped out with a smile. “Hey!” she yelled as she walked up, carrying a large plate wrapped in foil. “I brought you lunch.”

Even now, burning with unease, I was still touched by her gesture. “Thanks, you didn't have to do that.” As much as I wanted her there, I didn't want her around Brice.

“Don't worry,” she said. “I won't get you in trouble with your boss, I just wanted to bring you that. I figured you probably didn't have time this morning to grab something.” Noticing Brice, she turned towards him with a polite nod. “Hello.”

Brice wore an eerie grin. “Hello to you, too.”

Right there, I wanted to haul off and slug him across the face. I forced myself to smile, trying to joke with her. “Did you make it? Or should I really be thanking Sara?”

She hit my chest and laughed. “Alright, I'll let you get back to work. Talk to you later.” She brought her lips to mine and kissed me gently.

I watched Brice from the corner of my eye as she walked back to her car.
Stop looking at her that way you dirty piece of shit. That's mine! I know what runs through your head.

God, I want to beat the shit out of you.

You're not my brother anymore.

An evil smile spread across his face as he spoke. “So, that's your girl? She's pretty.
Real
pretty.”

“Shut up. Leave now or you're going to regret it.” My rage was turning red. If he kept up with these games I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Look, Owen, I need your help. Now you can either choose to help me or I make you help me. I don't really want to hurt a pretty little face like that. But if it means my life or hers? Well, that's not a difficult choice.” He kept his stare fixed on Charlie's car as it drove out of sight.