Chapter Fourteen

Lying in the big hotel bed, I gaze up at the ceiling, taking in the luxurious décor and the huge chandelier. The rising sun attempts to shine through the crack between the curtains of the balcony, casting a soft light on Wren beside me. My focus turns to her as soon as I hear her breathing pick up, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I take in the sight of her lying on her back, naked beneath the white sheet that covers her hourglass figure. With her face turned slightly toward me, her eyeballs dart around behind her lids, her soft brown hair veiling half of her face. She is having a nightmare, which isn't anything new. She still suffers from them now and again, though not as frequently as time has moved on, thankfully.

I gently turn on my side, resting on my elbow as I gaze down at her, carefully brushing the hair away from her face with the tips of my fingers to see her more clearly. As the nightmare intensifies, I do something I've had to do many times since my return, but this time, I'm going to go a step further in an attempt to push her away from her trauma. Her mind and body need to know that I am back, and I am not going anywhere.

Lightly licking my lips, I dip my face down to hers, capturing hers with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. She breathes in deeply through her nose before letting out a soft moan, her lips pressing eagerly against mine. As our mouths open, our tongues collide on instinct, and I shift, moving between her legs as her arm snakes around my shoulders. Our kiss deepens, and I grind my cock against her bare pussy, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist. Our naked bodies move in a rhythm that gets me solid.

I slip my hand behind her head, taking a big handful of her hair and tilting it back, trailing a path of hot kisses down her jaw and neck, causing her to gasp.

"I'm here, beautiful and you're going to come on my cock. I'm fucking hard for you. Let's rock you out of that nightmare and make it become a dream of euphoria," I growl into her ear.

My other hand lowers between us, gripping my stiff, throbbing cock before aligning it with her slick entrance. With one smooth stroke, I slide myself inside her cunt, both of us groaning from the sensation. When my pierced tip hits her cervix, I draw back before driving in deep again.

I start to fuck her slowly at first, stretching her pussy out and burying my dick as far as I can, forcing her legs to part wider beside me. My tongue and lips smother her neck in unison, her nipples grazing over my tattooed skin.

I fucking love the feel of my wife. She feels so good. Every contour, her full lips, big tits, and curvaceous body are such a fucking turn-on, but even more so now she's the mother of my child. The way her warm cunt is always tight around me, but the wetter she gets with each stroke. Her moans grow louder as she claws her nails down my back. I hiss, the sensation turning me feral, and I lift my head, gazing down at her. Her eyes roll as my rhythm gets more forceful; her lips parted.

"Be rougher with me, Arlo. I'm not fragile anymore and you know how much I love it when you turn me into your little slut," she breathes out, her heavy eyes catching mine. "Destroy me, baby, show me how much you missed this, missed me. Fill my pussy with your cum."

Her filthy mouth makes my balls tighten up, a tingle shooting through my cock and my gaze darkens, my eyes dropping to her lips, "You're gonna get pregnant again, you greedy fucking slut, if I keep filling you the fuck up." I warn her.

She moves her hand from my shoulders and presses her fingers through the back of my hair, my persistent thrusts in her pussy not stopping while we breathe heavily.

"Harder. So much harder." She demands breathlessly, leaving no room for argument.

I stifle a beastly growl, swiftly sitting up, and as I make my way off the bed, I wrap my arm around the bottom of her back, lifting her effortlessly. I carry her toward a small table that holds the hotel phone and some other contents and drop her ass on it with a thud.

I hungrily capture her lips with mine, sucking and nipping her lips, forcing her to lean back on her hands from the aggression storming through me. My grip tightens on her hips, yanking her closer to the edge with a forceful pull. I take each of her legs, positioning them on my shoulders before reaching down, gripping my slick, solid dick, guiding the tip back to her pussy. I slide inside with one smooth, quick stroke, causing her head to snap back, a scream tearing from her throat.

The sound drives me fucking wild, and I waste no time, placing my hands on each side of her, leaning over her body and gripping the table's edge behind her for more leverage to pound into her like she wanted. The movement causes her legs to sit extremely high on my shoulders, and I attack her neck, devouring the delicate skin, as I begin smashing my cock into her.

Her sensual screams fill the room, each thrust eliciting a new sound of pleasure from her lips. The sound of my hips and balls crashing against her ass add to the filthy melody we create, merging with my own groans of satisfaction. The table creaks beneath us, smashing against the wall from my powerful thrusts, threatening to give way under the weight of my brutal fucking, but I don't care. The friction between us is everything I crave, every movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her legs tense and shake on my shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of her impending orgasm.

"Oh, god, yes," she moans, breathy and desperate. "Just like that. Don't stop."

I growl in response, my pace quickening as I feel her walls grip me tighter. I watch her every movement, how her brows crease, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open. The way her big tits bounce wildly to the rhythm and how her golden skin glistens with a shine of sweat, memories that will forever be seared into my sick fucking mind.

The sensation of her cunt is almost too much to bear, but I push through, determined to bring her to the edge and beyond. I can feel her getting closer, her screams growing even louder, more urgent. I shift my angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her, and she cries out, her long nails clawing at the dark wood of the table.

With a final, desperate scream, she comes, her body convulsing around me. The sensation of her soaked pussy coating my balls and the way she pulses around me, pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into the ecstasy, my release crashing through me like a shockwave. I bury my face in her tits, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ride out the aftermath of our shared climax.

I trail firms kisses up her chest and throat, utterly consumed by her. When I lift my head, she does as well, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding. I swallow, taking in her pretty, flushed features, mesmerized by her. Fucking obsessed.

I eventually lower her legs so I can pull her body close to mine. Her arm finds my shoulders, wrapping around it tightly as I grab her asscheeks, lifting her again. I take her to the bed, lying her on it and I come down with her between her legs. Her fingers lace through my hair as she searches my eyes and every time she's like this, she fills my dark soul in a way she'll probably never understand.

Her legs wrap tangled around my waist as her gaze bores into mine, "What you said about before. Is that what you want? Do you want me to carry another baby for you?" she whispers.

I feel my body pause at her words, thinking about all the stuff I missed out on when she was pregnant with Lumi. How I wasn't there for her and how I would have loved to see her bump grow every day. How her skin would radiate. How she prepared for whats to come and the way her face got excited when she would have bought baby shit. How she must have got Cree ready for the change.

I raise an eyebrow, breaking the tension. "Is this your way of telling me that you now have a fucking breeding fetish? Do you want to keep popping my kids out of your tight pussy for me, is that it?" I snarl, lighting the mood.

Her brown eyes glitter with laughter, and a big smile spreads across her face. She lifts her head, her lips brushing against mine. "What I want is you, our family, no matter how big or small. I'll have whatever fucking fetish you want me to have. But what I love most is when I feel you dipping that big dick of yours in the furthest depths and releasing your warm cum inside me. If all of that means I will continue popping your kids out of my pussy, so be it," she murmurs, her warm breath skating over my skin.

I just stare at her, my heart slamming against my chest as her heavy lids close, tilting her to the side and softly moving her lips over mine, "I love you, baby. I missed you so much and all I want is every part of you."

"And the business?" I ask and her eyes gradually open, but I continue, "Three kids or more and you still want to work alongside me?"

I notice she swallows hard, placing her head back down on the pillow, the moment almost shattered, but I need to know her thought process in all of this.

"What do you want me to say, Arlo? That I'll give up just because we have kids?" She replies softly. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want me working with you. That you want me to just be at home with the kids."

My gaze eases and I slide my fingers into her silky hair, grabbing handfuls while lowering my lips to hers, "I love you beside me." She stays silent so I continue. "But…"

When I trail off, her eyes search mine, "Just say it, Arlo."

I inhale deeply, "I just want our kids to have some kind of normality." I breathe out.

"And they can."

"How?"

"What happens in our home has nothing to do with the outside world, Arlo. You always made sure Cree was looked after and loved regardless of what you were doing."

"Yet he was left with nanny's because I was working so fucking hard." I assert firmly and she contemplates my words before responding.

"But you're not on your own this time. You have me. Our kids will always come first, they always have, but women are allowed to work too Arlo. I will be a Mom above all, like you're a Dad, but I now like what I do. It gives me some time to breathe, some independence and I love being around you. I like knowing whats going on and I love balancing everything between work and home life." She says and I just stare at her, conflicted. "I know you're worried about me baby, because I worry about you as well, but we're in this together. You have to trust me. We can do this."

I sigh and lower my forehead to hers, closing my eyes. "I can't lose you. We've already lost so fucking much because of this city." I confess and she brushes her fingers through my hair.

"You won't lose me. Do you know who the fuck we are?"

When she says that, my eyes open and she smirks slightly.

"All I am saying is, when everything is said and done, things will get easier. The threats will be lowered. Right now everything is fresh and on edge because we're lacking in answers. But Arlo, we're getting closer to the end, I can feel it. It makes sense that we're in this together at all times. We can look out for one another and our family."

I lift my head, my gaze dropping to her lips, and she continues, "I haven't told you this, but during the grief, I was pissed at you because you never told me how serious things were. I had to delve into this dark world just to find some comfort in discovering who the man I loved really was and what he did. I wished I had been a part of it and maybe somehow helped stop what was going to happen. I won't make that same mistake twice, Arlo and I will prove to you in time that I can still be what our kids need while also being what you need."

I think about what she's saying and how I also don't want to make the same mistake twice. Bridge was never involved with the Elites; she never wanted to be, and I respected that. But maybe if we had been in everything together, we could have seen the signs of betrayal coming toward us. Unfortunately, we didn't fucking have that, and she was torn away from me in the most horrific way. I don't want that for Wren. Yet, I have to take into account that she is not only protected by me, but she is also respected by the Elites. And above all, she is secretly the daughter of the highest Elite in the States.

I sweep my thumb down her jaw, my eyes taking in her every feature—how fucking beautiful she is, how innocent she used to be, but now, she radiates a beautiful darkness that I could probably, unadmittingly, be threatened by. I have to stop thinking of her as who she once was. I know more than anyone that this city shapes us in the harshest of ways, making us tough and in this moment, I see it in her. She can handle anything life throws her way and still stand stronger than I ever could when I lost Bridge.

She took my seat proudly, kept it cozy while being pregnant, grieving and destroyed anyone who dared try to tarnish my legacy. But above all, she mothered my son and loved him in the process when I couldn't.

My phone vibrating on the bedside table beside us captures our attention and we both look that way. I snarl, reaching over to see the phone screen is lit up with Dominic's name, and I reluctantly answer, pressing it to my ear.

"What?" I bark, feeling irritated.

"I got the results," Dom says, his tone annoyingly casual, while I run my hand up the curve of Wren's body and the silence hangs between us before he continues, "She's not pregnant, Arlo."

I inhale sharply, his words sinking in. I know this is going to stir up more shit than I'm ready to deal with today. Slowly, I pull away from Wren, feeling the loss of her warm body wrapped around mine as I stand and turn away from her.

"No problem," I say, my tone steady but laced with irritation. "Thanks for letting me know."

I stride toward the balcony, pulling the thick curtain aside, letting the bright sunlight flood the room.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you later today," Dom adds.

"No," I assert firmly, still gazing out at the blue skies. "Me and Wren are taking the day off. If it's important, call me; if not, leave me the fuck alone."

I hang up, tossing the phone onto the bed without a second thought. My focus returns to the endless blue above, but before I can lose myself in thought, Wren's soft arms wrap around me from behind, her lips and tits pressing against my back.

"Anything I should know about?" she asks, her voice still heavy, barely recovered from the brutal fucking I just gave her.

I stand there, silent for a moment, thinking carefully. I know that the second I tell her Savannah isn't pregnant, she'll want to kill her—just like she didn't hesitate to kill Izzy when she had the chance. Wren can be untameable and ruthless, no matter what I say, but I understand why. She'll get her shot at Savannah, but today is not that day. Savannah can wait.

"Nah, not really," I lie casually, not wanting to stir up any drama today.

I turn in her arms, and she tilts her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as she studies me. "You're not working today?"

I stare down at her, those eyes that always seem to see right through me. Without a word, I slip my hands around the back of her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wraps her legs around me as I hold her close, her naked body pressed against mine.

"No," I reply, my voice softer now. "I think we could use some family time. The sun's shining, so let's do something with the kids."

Her eyes light up, the old Wren shining through, a spark of the woman I fell in love with. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips as I carry her toward the bathroom.

"Let's get ourselves sorted, then head back home," I add. "Everything else can fucking wait."