LATCH (20 page)

“Well, considering you don’t have the best track record with the paparazzi, it might be better if you stay in.”

He laughs and says, “I learned my lesson. I’ll ignore them from now on, I promise.”

I smack his ass as he walks on by carrying the laundry basket to the bedroom. Closing the fridge, I wander back to the bedroom and crawl into bed as he is putting my clothes away.

He walks to the bed and I scoot to the edge, wrapping my arms around his waist. He looks down at me and cups my face.

“I made you some room in the closet.” Then he leans over and brings his lips to mine. I kiss him with everything I have, showing him just how much he means to me. In such a short period of time, he’s become my rock. As he kisses me back, heat spans through my body and I moan against his mouth, letting go of all my fears. He lifts the t-shirt I am wearing over my head.

He shakes his head looking at my body, kissing my neck, making me feel that much more wanted. He continues kissing me, leaving a trail down the front of me. “I love your body,” he says.

Feeling his lips on me and hearing him say the word “love” makes me want to profess my feelings to him, but a small part of me is scared that he’s not there yet, so I give in to this time together, not wanting to ruin the moment.

He stands and I take my hand running it down the front of his body until I stop on the compass again and I ask him, “Why did you get this?”

“I was so lost after my mom died, it’s a symbol of trying to find my way afterwards.” Tenderly, I place my lips over it, knowing the pain he still feels today.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you now.”

He urges his hips forward and I reach up the leg of his shorts where I am greeted by his cock. I caress him, wanting him inside of me. “Will you fuck me?”

Immediately, he turns me around and bends me over the bed. I place my hands on the smooth sheets and am rewarded with his dick as he slowly enters my pussy, not wasting one second. I clench the fabric, moaning into my arm as he works himself deep inside of me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, the pressure from his fingers digging deep into my skin takes me back to when we first met.

“Oh God,” I whine, as he finds my spot and rubs it the way that only Latch knows how to.

He thrusts himself long and slow in and out of me. I move my ass, urging him to pick up speed, but he doesn’t, clearly loving the pace. But I need more and I beg him, “Harder.”

He stops and says, “The baby?”

“You can’t hurt the baby, I promise.”

Taking his hands, he wraps them around the front of my thighs where he spreads my legs further apart. He gives me a good slam and I about come from the single jolt. “Fuck!” I shout as he now is bracing his weight on either side of me. His chest is against my back, his warm breath on the skin of my shoulder and he begins to ride me hard, giving me his cock, just the way I need it.

He grunts in my ear and breathlessly I beg him, “Talk dirty to me?”

“You like me fucking you deep in your cunt?”

“Yes!” I tighten my pussy.

He bites my shoulder, his teeth giving me the most pleasurable pain ever. With my eyes closed, I let his dick take control of my body. His balls slap my clit and when he starts to grunt, shooting his cum into me, I convulse, not able to control my body as it shakes beneath him, giving over to him the way he commands. “That’s it, let go, baby,” he says slamming me as we let go together.

I wail, trembling from the pleasure that we create. Both of us are so lost in a world so magical that you couldn’t dream this up. Our hands are intertwined on either side of me as I come back to reality and he just keeps stroking himself inside of me. “That’ll be five hundred dollars, ma’am,” he jokes and I bust out laughing, swatting at him behind me.

“Oh really? I have a thousand dollars, what does that get me?” I ask as his cock throbs inside of me, telling me that he’s ready to go again. He starts to move and I clamp down around him, hanging on for another blissful fucking.

“Come on, you diva,” I tease him as he is staring at his hair in the mirror.

“What? I need a haircut, it looks like shit.”

“It looks fine,” I tell him and he rolls his eyes at me as I fiddle on my iPad. Still worried from the backlash of the paparazzi, I can’t help but search for any updates on whether or not the guy is pressing charges against Latch.

He walks into the closet coming out with a Boston hat on.

“Really, after all that, a hat?”

“Yeah.”

“You do realize that we live in New York.”

“And you do realize who your crazy ass ex plays for?”

I laugh, setting my iPad on the nightstand. It makes sense now that he’d wear a Boston hat in New York. I do remember Darrell talking about their rivalry. “Are you ready now? ’Cause I’m starving.” He extends his hand out to me and I take it, getting off the bed.

We emerge into the beautiful summer day, both of us with a smile on our faces. The warm sun feels so good as we walk down to the sidewalk and Latch looks for a cab, then I say, “Let’s walk.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

With his hand in mine we head down the street, not hiding who we are, or what we have. Stopping at a light to cross the street, a breeze flips through us and I look down to see the first sign of my very small baby bump. I squeeze Latch’s hand and point to it. He says, “I know, I noticed it this morning.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

He laughs, adjusting his hat, “I didn’t think I needed to; you’re gonna get a whole lot bigger.” I rest my head on his arm as we make our way into the small café and order breakfast.

Latch gets a text while we wait for our food and then another one when we sit down. My first inclination is to worry – worry that it’s an old client. But I have to trust him and as I take the first bite of my muffin he passes me his phone and says, “What do you think?”

The screen goes black just as I begin to read it and I tell him, “I don’t see anything.” He gets up and says, “Just put my password in, it’s 2341, I’m gonna get some napkins, do you need anything?”

I shake my head typing in his password, the text messages coming to light. The name Jeremy is on the top of the screen and I’ve never heard him talk about anyone named Jeremy. I read the text and Latch sits down passing me a napkin and asks me again, “What do you think?

“Who’s Jeremy?” I ask.

“An old friend; I’ve known him since I was young. We were the only two people that didn’t follow in our fathers’ footsteps by staying part of the motorcycle club. Now, he runs a private security company and…” Latch’s sentence is cut short by a paparazzo as he snaps our photo through the window.

I can see the anger in Latch’s eyes and I remind him, “Ignore him.”

“And what? Eat in front of this prick?”

The flashes from his camera take my appetite away. We sit staring at one another and then Latch gets up and I fear what’s next. I follow him to make sure that he’s not going to do something he regrets, but he doesn’t leave, he goes to the counter and asks the girl, “Can I speak to your manager?” She nods, looking afraid, maybe it’s Latch’s tattoos. We wait and then an older Italian man comes out.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“Do you have a back door that we could leave out of? There is a paparazzo outside bothering us.”

“Absolutely,” he responds, like this isn’t the first request he’s had. “Right this way.”

Leaving our food on the table, we exit through another building and out a side door. “Thank you,” Latch says, shaking the man’s hand.

With the fresh air in front of us, I couldn’t be prouder of him for not engaging in an altercation and for finding another solution to the problem.

Walking out of the café with Abby’s hand in mine, my blood is on fire. Fuck that asshole for intruding on us the way that he did. I still don’t understand how it’s legal to take someone’s picture without their permission. It’s harassment if you ask me!

As we cross the intersection, someone shouts from across the street, “Abby?” And we both spot a different paparazzo coming towards us.

Fuck! Again!

“Ignore him!” she reassures me. I roll my eyes, so wanting to lay him flat into the pavement.

We keep walking, but I know these fuckers are relentless and it’s not long until this asshole is in our face, hiding behind his stupid ass camera.

“Abby, may I ask you a few questions?” the guy asks her and looks at me with a smirk.

Abby is hesitant and looks at me with a smile, squeezing my hand, before saying, “Sure!”

What the fuck? I have to ignore him, but she doesn’t!

“Great, how are you doing?” he asks.

“Good! Really good!”

“What is your response to the interview that Darrell did?”

I let go of her hand and sling my arm over her shoulder so she is closer to me. She smiles up at me and I wink at her before she responds, “I haven’t seen the interview so I can’t really comment on it.”

“What do you have to say regarding his allegations of infidelity?”

“That I’m happy he finally admitted he was unfaithful to me.”

“No, I was referring to you.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. If Darrell wants to be a girl about all of this, then that’s his business. I’m happy with my life now that I don’t live with a drunk that treated me like shit, who fucked as many women as he could when he was on the road. I’m not going to let him drag me down any longer.”

“So there won’t be any chance of reconciliation for you two?”

“Absolutely not. I will be filing for divorce.” She smiles and I kiss the top of her hair. The camera guy stares at us for a moment and then adjusts the lens, I assume to get a shot of both of us. I take the opportunity to turn us away. She’s given enough of her time. With our arms wrapped around each other, I hear him say to someone, I’m assuming his producer, “Did you get that? Should I follow them?”

I look back at the guy as he takes his camera off his shoulder and walks back across the street, I guess to stalk another person.

“Is he following us?” Abby asks.

“Nope!”

She exhales and I tell her, “You did good, baby, really good.” Even though we were supposed to ignore them, she said what she needed to, and I couldn’t be more proud of her.

“You think?”

“Absolutely beautiful!”

“You did good, too.”

“Thanks! So you ready to take Jeremy up on his offer?”

She beams from ear to ear. “Yeah, let’s get away from all this mess.”

He offered us his beach house in Connecticut for a week and right now couldn’t be a more perfect time to get away to where the paparazzi can’t find us.

“I’ll text him now.” I tell Abby, looking forward to some time alone, just the two of us, where we can decompress and have two seconds of privacy in a row.

“How are we gonna get there?” she asks me.

“I have a car.”

“Really?” She sounds shocked.

“Of course I do.”

“Why don’t you use it?”

“’Cause parking in the city is a bitch.” I give her a smirk and she has that look on her face, the one I’ve been searching for, for months. That look melts my heart and my goal is to keep it there at all costs.