The Right Kind of Love (31 page)

“All right, dry up your tears and let’s get out of here. I want to take my girl out to a nice dinner.” I looked down at myself. I really wasn’t dressed for a nice dinner. I was wearing a denim skirt, a red baby doll maternity top, and zebra print flats. Damien was dressed in a pair of jeans with holes in them and a charcoal colored T-shirt.

“We really aren’t dressed to go anywhere nice, honey.” He looked at me with a sly grin.

“We look fine. I know just the place.”

And he did. He took me to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant that served up the best fried chicken I’d ever eaten.

We arrived home and were bombarded by the dogs. They were sniffing at the bags Damien was carrying. He brought everything in the house setting them on the kitchen table.

Bee and Jensen came in from the family room. “Hey, you two, how did it go?”

“It went fantastic. I can’t wait for you to see the furniture. Then Damien picked out the cutest clothes.” I motioned toward the bags.

She walked over to them and rummaged through them. She picked up the onesie and held it out. “This is adorable.”

Damien just smiled at her.

He came up and grabbed me from behind, nibbled on the shell of my ear, and whispered, “Let’s get you upstairs and out of that skirt that has been driving me nuts all night.” He blew into my ear causing shivers to course through my spine. “I can’t wait to be inside of you again. It’s been fucking forever.”

My panties grew wet at his words, and I felt my nipples start to harden.

“Hey, guys, we’re going to head up to bed.” I did my best fake yawn and stretched my hands over my head.

Bee just smirked at me and Jensen rolled his eyes. I still didn’t understand what she saw in him. I wished he didn’t worry me so much. Bee deserved the best and it wasn’t Jensen.

We headed for the stairs. Damien was behind me and pinched my ass. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a wink, and then gave my ass a little extra sway the rest of the way up the stairs. We got to my bedroom, he kicked open the door, and then quickly kicked it behind him, shutting the dogs out. They whined. I would let them in later after our little love fest was over.

We both fumbled with our clothes, taking them off as fast as we could. I don’t think either of us could wait to feel the connection of being joined together. Clothes went flying everywhere, and then the next thing I knew, I was on my back, and Damien was wildly kissing me with all of his pent up passion.

Tongues and lips, we ravished one another’s mouths. We fell to the bed, and he rolled me on my back. I sat up. “Oh, no you don’t. It’s my turn to be on top.”

Looking up at me with a stunned expression on his face, he replied, “No way. You know I like to be in control.”

I shook my finger in front of him. “Not tonight. This girl’s going to go for a ride.”

“Keep talking dirty to me, baby. My dick is so fucking hard for you right now.” And I was dripping wet with need for him.

I lowered my head and started kissing his chest. Taking my hand, I trailed it across one nipple and pinched. He gasped, and then I continued to run my hand down past his abs and I hit my jackpot. I took his long length into my hand and started rubbing up and down. He groaned, and I looked up to see his eyes shut. I lowered my head and started kissing his chest, taking my time to make sure that my lips touched every inch of his exposed skin. I trailed my hand, taking his nipple between my fingers and pinching it just enough to get the gasp to fall from his lips. I slipped my hand down his body until his hard length was within reach, his piercings begging to be stroked. I slid my hand along his satin skin and hard metal, groaning myself and remembering how good it felt to have him inside of me.

I started trailing kisses down his body and soon, my mouth joined my hand. Settling myself between his legs, I took his dick and licked the tip. There was pre-cum already on it and I savored his taste. I swirled my tongue around his head then placed a soft kiss across the top. I looked up and locked eyes with him before wrapping my mouth around his length, taking him all the way in.

I sucked his length deep, humming to give him as much pleasure as I could. The piercings rippled around in my mouth, turning me on even more. He moaned at my ministrations, urging me on.
He was
special,
and he gave me
special
—and I wanted to give
special
right back to him. I could hear him moaning as I continued to work him.

He took my hair into one of his hands and started playing with it, and I felt even more tingling between my legs. The sensations were driving me crazy.

I started playing with his balls as I began working him even harder, sliding up and down on him. He was breathing pretty heavy and I could tell he was close to coming.

“Syd,” he gasped. “Please, stop. I need to be inside of you.”

That was all he had to say. I got up on top of him, positioning him to my entrance as I guided his rigid cock inside of me. We both let out loud breaths as our bodies pleasured the other. His hard length filled and stretched me in ways no one else ever had, and I know my wet warmth enveloping him drove him insane.

I started rocking back and forth on him. Pulling up and then guiding myself down. His hips raised up meeting me with each thrust. Our bodies were coated with sweat and my hair had fallen over my shoulders into my eyes. The way his piercings hit me so deep inside, I couldn’t control the sensations that took over my body. I was panting hard and gasping for air as I rode him, saturating myself in his fullness. Speeding up, he closed his eyes and growled, and then grabbed me at the base of my neck and crashed his lips into mine. He growled loudly, and then came inside of me filling me with his seed.

He fell back to the mattress and I rolled to my side. We lay there together with my head resting on his chest, both of us breathing hard and just cherishing one another. I felt so safe and loved in his arms. He placed his hand on my swollen belly then leaned down and kissed it.

“I love my girls.”

“And we love you.”

I did love him. This was the kind of love I’d always dreamed of having.

Sydney

I
t had been two months and things had been pure bliss. I was so in love with Damien, I couldn’t see straight. My room officially became our room.

Rubbing my belly, I looked down and couldn’t believe how big I’d gotten. When I walked, I waddled, and I had to pee all of the time. I swear the baby had to be sitting on my bladder.

We’d just gotten home from my last baby shower, and I was putting away the things for our baby. We couldn’t be more blessed. Our family and friends had showered us with all kinds of gifts. Our little girl was going to have everything she needed when she was born. We already had the bassinette set up in our room, and we were just waiting for her arrival, which was only two weeks away.

I had sent Damien out for ice cream. It didn’t matter that I had eaten a ton at the baby shower or that it was getting late. The baby wanted ice cream and the baby got what the baby wanted. We were both spoiled rotten.
 

I yawned loudly. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I seemed to get tired more often the further into the pregnancy I got.

The doorbell rang throughout the house. I sighed, putting the baby’s new clothes down to waddle down the stairs. Bee was working so I was alone and that left me to deal with whoever it was ringing the doorbell at this hour.

Opening the door, I didn’t look up until it was too late. Wes pushed his way in the door and grabbed me by the hair. “You fucking bitch, I knew I’d find you.”

My color drained from my face, the hairs on my neck stood up, and I began to shake. I couldn’t fight back because I was over eight months pregnant. I wouldn’t be able to beat him, but if I didn’t fight back, maybe he would give me a chance to get away.
“Why haven’t you returned my texts?”

“Please, Wes, stop. You’re my step-brother. I know you don’t want to do this.” I pleaded the best I could, but he had a lock on me and I couldn’t escape his grip.

“And look at you. You got yourself knocked up while you were here. I can tell you right now you’re giving that thing up. No way no how is my woman going to have a baby hanging off her tit.”

He had become so vile and crude. I just couldn’t believe it. “Why are you doing this?” He started to drag me, but I firmly planted my feet to the ground. I could hear the dogs going wild in the backyard. So much for getting Zoey to protect me from Wes. I wish I’d taken the time to let them in before going upstairs.

“You can’t flaunt your body and not expect me to want to sink balls deep into you. You need to stop pretending that our night together was one sided. If you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t have paraded around in your skimpy outfits.” His grip tightened on me. “It’s always about Sydney. The one night it was about me, you run and turn it into something ugly. You even won my father over. Guess what, Sydney? It’s not about you anymore. It’s about me and what I want. I want you. I love you. Can’t you see that?”

He thought the rape was a night of passion. He was truly a sick bastard. “I don’t fucking love you. I want to own you. You are mine, bitch. I should take you on the floor right here to claim you. Once I’m done with you, no one will want you. Because you are mine.”

He bent over and licked my face, his breath enveloping me in a gaseous cloud of vile heat. It smelled like a mixture of cheap whisky and not brushing his teeth for a week. He’d really digressed. I couldn’t take the smell any longer and the bile rose in my throat, and I vomited all over his shoes. “You’re going to clean that up, you cunt.”

Tears were now cascading down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I had to protect my unborn baby and myself. He was such a monster and I was scared to death. “Please, I didn’t tell your dad that you raped me, but if you don’t’ let me go, I’m gonna say something.”

“Rape? What rape? You wanted it, and then you ran crying rape to make it all about you. Again. But it doesn’t matter because you won’t be able to tell anyone anything. The way I have it planned, you will never see daylight again.” He laughed in a menacing tone that sent chills down my spine.

He slapped me across the face. Hard. My head jerked and a rush of tears came in quick spurts.

“Please, just stop. You used to be so good to me. Remember? We were friends.” I tried my best to plead with him, but he wasn’t hearing of it.

He laughed at me. It wasn’t a jovial laugh. It was filled with bitterness and hatred. “That was all an act, princess. I put on a good front to make you think I was your closest friend. I just wanted to fuck you and make you pay for the way you have acted all these years.”

What the hell was he talking about all these years? There was something seriously wrong with him. Taking my foot off the ground, I did my best to connect my knee with his balls, but it was hard being so pregnant.

He grunted. “Is that all you got, you little bitch? You think you can fight back and not be punished?” He slapped me hard across the face again. “I have a lot of punishment planned for you.” The dogs were barking up a storm in the back yard. I knew that they would protect me if they could.

I gave one last effort. I got a few feet from him when his clammy hand gripped my arm, whirling me around. I took my foot and stomped as hard as I could on his.

“You crazy bitch!” This time he took his hands from my hair and placed them around my neck trying to choke me. I gasped for air and placed my hand protectively over my abdomen. I hoped to God he didn’t do anything to my baby. I couldn’t breathe and I was starting to become dizzy. He released me, and I gasped for air.

“You’re lucky I want to make you pay slowly because I could’ve just killed you.” He grabbed me by the arm and shook me.

“I’ll go home with you and be your girlfriend if you just don’t hurt me.” I lied through my teeth, but I felt like it was the only way.

“Don’t feed me a line of bullshit, you whore. I know better than to believe you. But you do have it right—you’re going home with me. And what I have planned for you…” He looked at me with wild, menacing eyes. My tears were still pouring down my face. It was finally happening. The moment I had run from and that had haunted my dreams. I couldn’t escape anymore.

He started pulling me by my arm out the front door, and I prayed that a jogger or someone would see me. Damien was due back any time now. Hopefully, he would get here.

I started screaming for help, but he placed his hand over my mouth. It smelled dirty and unkempt. My stomach rolled again and my eyes watered.

He shoved me down the steps causing me to fall, landing on my side. Something suddenly felt really off, and then there was a gush of liquid between my legs. He began dragging me by the hair. At that moment, Damien’s car rushed into the driveway. He got out of the car and ran over to us as quickly as possible.

Wes was on his way down the steps with me in tow. Damien was instantly on him. “What the fuck did you do to Sydney, you fuck?”

Before he could reply, Damien’s fist connected to his face.

I couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain radiating from my back around to my stomach. My muscles tightened in a vise grip that wouldn’t release. I knew I was starting to have contractions and the tears sneaked out of my closed eyelids and down my face.

I prayed to God and anyone who would listen that my baby was okay. I had landed pretty hard and I prayed to God it didn’t affect the baby.

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Damien

“You motherfucker, I’m going to rip your balls off and shove them down your throat.” I landed another punch to his face.

Wes fought back. He wasn’t completely defenseless, but I clearly had the upper hand in this match. There was a crackle as I landed a punch to Wes’ ribs. I smiled knowing I broke the fucking things. He deserved everything he got. Sick bastard.

I glanced over at my girl, and she was in serious need of medical care. I had to finish this and fast. Tears were still pouring down my face.

I took Wes’ head and brought it to my knee dropping him to the ground where he belonged. And kept hitting him until he wasn’t moving any longer.

I was pulled out of my haze of kicking this motherfuckers ass by Sydney’s pleading voice. “Damien, please stop. I need you.”

I rushed to her side, knelt down, and took her into my arms. “Baby, are you okay?”

“No, my water broke, and I’m having contractions.” She doubled over as the pain took over her body.

I got my phone out of the back of his pocket and dialed 911. It was only minutes later that I heard the sirens and thanked all who were listening that help was on the way.

The ambulance was the first to arrive. They immediately got Sydney on a gurney and started checking her over. I was right by her side and didn’t plan to leave her. Justice and another cop I didn’t know got there and they were arresting Wes. I was very relieved.

I took my precious girl’s face in my hands. She seemed to be a bit calmer. “Sydney I need you to tell me. Who’s that guy and why was he hurting you? No bullshit this time. You need to level with me.” I took her hand in mine as a contraction hit. She squeezed the fuck out of my hand and started her labored breathing. I wasn’t counting, but I could tell the contractions were coming rather quickly. It ended, so I took my chance to get answers.

She bit my bottom lip. “That monster is Wes, my step-brother,” she said as the tears flowed down my face.

Holy fucking shit. My jaw about hit the floor of the ambulance. It was her step-brother. How could supposed family do this to you? He wasn’t her actual brother, but still. This was un-fucking-believable.

“I should’ve killed him.” I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “No one will ever hurt you again. He’s going to be behind bars for a long time for what he did to you. He raped you, assaulted you, and tried to kidnap you. He won’t be out of jail for a long time.

“Thank you for saving me, Damien. I wasn’t going to file charges against him for the rape before, because of my step-dad. But now I see it as the only possible option. I hope he rots in hell.”

Another contraction came, and she did the breathing techniques they taught her in birthing classes. “Damien, he pushed me down the steps. I’m so scared that something is wrong with our baby.” Her lips quivered, and then another round of tears fell down her face.

“Everything is going to be fine.” He looked at the paramedics. “Can’t you guys get us there any faster?” If something happened to my girl and baby because of that sick motherfucker, I would go to the jail and kill him with my bare hands like I should have in the first place.

Sydney

Nine hours had passed. I was miserable and just wanted her out of me. I was fully-dilated and my contractions had been coming every minute or so. I had been pushing for almost fifteen minutes and I was exhausted.

“Okay Sydney, I’m going to need you to push. I can see her head,” Dr. Gordon coached me along.

Damien was at my head holding my hand as I took every bit of myself and pushed.

Dr. Gordon patted me on the leg. “You’re doing good. Keep pushing.”

“I don’t want to push. I just want this to be over,” I screamed at him.

Damien wiped my head with a washcloth. He knew better than to say anything. I was in pain, and I was trying to push a bowling ball through a hole that was the size of a penny.

I continued to push, giving it everything I had. “You’re doing so good.”

“Next time, why don’t try doing this shit!”

“I would if I could. I would do anything to take this pain away from you.” He squeezed my hand.

I gave one final push, and then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world. My beautiful girl was crying, and boy, did she have a set of lungs on her.

Tears came barreling down my cheeks in rivers. Damien was at the front with the doctor looking at our little girl. “Baby, she’s beautiful. And she looks just like you.”

“Can someone bring my daughter over here so I can see her?” I pleaded. For the love of God, I was her mother.

“Damien is cutting the cord. Just give us another minute.” Dr. Gordon used a soothing voice.

The nurse brought her over and let me look at her. “We need to check her over since she’s a few weeks early. I’ll bring her back as soon as we’re done.”