Chapter 7

"What in thefuck are you doing in my kitchen, Tiffany?" I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

I hear the sound of heavy footfalls behind me, and I know it's my security.

"Mr. Renshaw, I'm so sorry—"

I hold my hand up to signal my head of security, Ben, should stop speaking. He's out of breath so he must have run across from the other side of the property.

"You guys are so over the top," Tiffany says as she rolls her eyes.

"Ma'am, you're coming with me," Ben says as he walks over to her.

"Jeez, I was just coming over to be nice. It's the neighborly thing to do," she huffs out like I'm the one being ridiculous.

"Tiffany," I say and rub my eyes. "You're not my neighbor anymore. Not since I bought the property from you and forced you to move. I'm pressing charges this time. I've already had to issue a restraining order, and you're in violation of it."

I watch as Ben takes out his phone and sends a text message, no doubt alerting security to her presence and to inform the police.

"You're such an asshole!" she shouts, throwing the glass of wine at my head.

If she had better aim she could have done some serious damage, and to my soon to be pregnant wife. The thought has anger creeping up my neck.

"Get out!" I bark at her, and she pretends to cry. We've been through this before.

She moved into the house about a mile down the road from me a couple of years ago and immediately tried to work her way into my life. I was polite, but I never allowed her in the house, and I never tried to lead her into thinking we were ever going to be anything, including friends. I have enough friends, and my work keeps me beyond busy. But when my security found her on several occasions creeping through my flower beds and looking for open windows, it was time to put a stop to it.

The sirens of the cop cars blare in the distance and suddenly her fake crying turns into a scowl as Ben takes her by the upper arm and leads her out of the kitchen.

"So you'll fuck that whore upstairs but not me? I see how it is," she yells, and I can't even figure out what she means.

She has this all built up in her head, and I knew the safest place for my Eleanor was to be as far away from her crazy as possible. But I'm no fool. I saw the hurt in her eyes as she was running from the room. I need to go hold her and make it right. But instead I've got to deal with the crazy that barged into my kitchen.

When the cops come, I talk to them for a few minutes before they take her into custody and leave. Ben and I walk back inside and I let him know that some things are going to be changing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Renshaw, it won't happen again," he says, and I nod.

"I need you to make sure it doesn't," I say and turn to give him a hard look. "The lady of the house is here to stay, and I want Eleanor to have freedom of the house and the safety that requires. She is to be protected at all times, and I don't want anything or anyone but me close enough to touch her. Do you understand?"

I make my words very clear and he nods, promising to do as I ask. I trust him with my life, but Tiffany might be crazy, and that's a dangerous thing to play with.

"Can you make sure she gets some help?" I say and glance back at the cop cars leaving.

"I'll do it," Ben says, and then locks up the doors on his way out.

As soon as I know we are alone, I run up the stairs and to our bedroom. When I open the door, the lights are off and the curtains are drawn. The room is pitch black, but I can feel she's in here. After what I did to her, my body is attuned to hers, and it's craving more.

"Eleanor," I say, as I walk towards the bed. I hear her breathing, but she doesn't answer. "I need you again." I strip off my clothes as I come to the edge of the bed, and when I'm finished I climb on it.

"Go away," I hear her say, but she doesn't mean it. There's no power behind it, and although she may have been hurt that I told her to leave, she's silently asking me to make it right.

"I can't do that," I say as I reach out and grab her ankle. "I had to protect you from her. I don't know her, and I don't know what she's capable of. She's a fucking crazy neighbor who is going to be handled. Don't believe a word she says. " My other hand finds her other ankle and I spread them apart. "You have my baby in your belly, and I have to protect you at all costs."

"You don't know that!" she says, raising her voice defensively.

I move between her legs as I run my hands up her thighs. "I fucked you hard and deep with my bare cock. There wasn't anything stopping me from breeding you." My hand moves between her legs and to her soaking wet pussy. "Even now, you're lying here in the dark begging for me to come up and get you pregnant."

"Brooks," she whispers.

"Let's just slide this under you," I say, grabbing a pillow and putting it under her hips. "Now I told you last time that I don't want you running around and letting my cum drip out. But you came so hard you fell asleep and didn't hear me," I say as I rub the tip of my cock between her lips. "You're not a girl anymore, Eleanor. You're a woman now because I took that tight little cherry you had saved between your thighs."

I push the tip of my cock past her tight opening and she moans.

"You're going to lie here with your pussy in the air and make me a daddy." I thrust all the way in and grunt when her cunt clamps down and squeezes me hard. "Fuck, you aren't even the least little bit broken in after last time. It's gonna take me a while, isn't it?"

"Oh god." Her hands go to my chest as I thrust in harder, trying to rub on her clit while I go deep.

I lean down and kiss her before I taste her tongue and nibble on her lip. I bury my face in her neck and entwine her fingers with mine.

"You're the one I want, Eleanor. There's no one but you." I kiss her below her ear and feel her body relax even more under mine. "This is all happening fast, but it's real. You're mine now, and I'm going to put my baby in you."

She gasps as her body tightens, and I feel her pussy leak juice all over my cock. I keep rubbing my cock across her clit with every thrust and it's enough pressure to send her over the edge. I kiss my way down her neck and suck on her nipples as she hits her peak. Her body pulses and writhes as the pleasure takes hold and flows through her.

I should hold off longer, but I can't wait and I cum with her. I feel every throb of my cock as it releases load after load of creamy nut butter into her waiting womb. It's going to take root and give me a son like a goddamn heir to a throne. I've been made a man today, and I growl as I give her the last drops of my seed.

"You're mine now," I say as I kiss the space between her breasts where her heart is beating. "Forever."