Chapter Seven

Collette

“Wow. Kidnapping your pregnant ex. This is a new low.”

“It’s not kidnapping. You’re an adult and you know you want to be here.”

I roll my eyes and pull the sheet up over my lap. Max has taken me back to his cabin. It’s a nice little place surrounded by open pastures and dense forest in the distance. When we were pulling up, I noticed a winding creek and a few horses grazing near some thickets. Inside, wagon wheels hang on the wall with cattle skulls and the scent of alfalfa and leather lingers in the air.

“You have a ranch. This isn’t the Max I remember.”

“It’s not a ranch. It’s a house with two horses. They keep me grounded. The place needs fixin’ up, but it’s not too bad, right?”

“Aside from the skulls on the wall, not too bad at all. Are we safe here?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

I shrug. “It’s just a question.”

“We’re safe here.” He runs his hand down over his beard. “Is your mom okay?”

I’ve been texting my mom for the last hour letting her know I haven’t actually been kidnapped. She reconfirmed the family password three times and demanded to hear my voice twice. I’ve obliged and Max hasn’t said a word.

Mom: He’s going to kill you or that baby. Tell me where you are. I’ll send help.

Me: I love you. I have so much to explain, but I promise I’m safe. He’s weird, but… he’s mine.

I haven’t even admitted that to Max yet, but the second he lifted me into his arms, I knew it was true. That man needs me, and I need him.

Mom: Is he the father?

Me: Yes.

Mom: I’m still bringing you dinner. Tell him you have to be home by five.

I smile.

Me: Okay. I’ll be there.

“I have to be home by five. I promised her I’d have dinner, and we’d put together the baby swing.”

He groans and tosses my phone to the side before leaning in toward me. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me you’re mine.”

My clit has been throbbing since he hauled me into his arms and carried me away. I even rode his bike up here, which I probably shouldn’t have done, considering my condition, but it was a short ride and feeling the wind in my hair again with his strong chest against my back was exactly what I needed… or didn’t need depending how you look at it. Either way, I’m pretty sure I’m about to give him whatever he wants.

Rocking chairs squeak on the front porch as the wind blows and for a second, I imagine myself here with our baby girl. The three of us nestled in front of a fire, or down by the pasture feeding the horses, nuzzling their fuzzy noses, the earth beneath our feet, spitting sunflower seeds into the hay.

“Lay back,” he demands, standing over me. His eyes are glazed over, and his buckle is unhooked.

I could fight this forever. I could push him away. I could live in fear. I could do this on my own… but the math is simple.

I don’t want to.

I want this big, bad, dangerous man, and I want him all over me, right now.

I lay back on the bed and he spreads my legs wide, twisting my panties to the side before leaning in to kiss my slit. His tongue rolls over the outer lips and then presses inside, flicking against my clit before he starts nibbling.

I jump and squirm, moaning as he grips my hips and latches on, sucking, flicking, stroking.

Fuck! I haven’t felt this good in so damn long.

“I need your cock. I need it now,” I beg, panting as I weave my fingers through his hair.

He leans up from between my legs and growls before tugging his jeans to the floor. “Touch my cock, little cat.” There are the demands again. I love his demands.

I lean up and wrap my hand around his thick cock, sliding up and down the shaft, rubbing my thumb over the head. Fluid leaks out the tip and I wipe it off with my finger before running its saltiness to my mouth.

He shudders and groans as I continue to pump. Goosebumps break out over my skin as his hand reaches down, cupping my breast, flicking my nipples. They’re so sensitive that I jump back. This only entices him more. He yanks the fabric away from my breast and licks his palm before pinching my nipples.

I moan out in approval as he continues, drawing light circles before anchoring in.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, little cat.” He dips his finger into my wetness again and brings it to his lips, tasting me over and over.

“On your knees, ass up. I want to watch you drip for me.” He growls against my neck and bites my shoulder as I turn around and offer myself up to him.

Tremors run through my body as he kisses his way down my back and onto my ass.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I’m out of breath, panting, shivering. My skin is overheated, my nipples are hard, and my pussy is dripping wet.

“I’m yours,” I manage, desperate for air.

“For how long?” He strikes his cock against my soaking pussy, poking at my entrance, teasing me.

“Forever,” I moan. “Fuck me!”

He smacks my sensitive pussy, and soft vibrations roll through me, teetering me on the edge of explosion.

“Who gives the orders here?”

“You do,” I sigh. “You give the orders.”

He slides in with a groan. “Good girl.”

Leaning forward, his tongue slides against the back of my neck and his hard, thick cock presses into me.

I dig my nails into the sheets and grip tight as he thrusts harder. “Look forward. I want to see your eyes.” There’s a mirror in front of us I hadn’t noticed before. It’s a game changer. I struggle against his thrusting to stare up into the mirror, but I’m glad I do.

He’s huge behind me, taking me. His shoulders are wide, and his shirt is unbuttoned, showing off the heavy patch of hair that grows on his chest.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He leans in and kisses my neck before wrapping a hand around to rub slow circles around my clit.

It’s’ the last straw. Sparks of pleasure rumble through me as my inner walls tighten around his cock.

“Look at me,” he grumbles. “Now! Don’t look away!”

Come drips from my pussy and runs down my leg. I can’t imagine how wet his cock must be.

He growls and thumps harder, faster, more intensely.

I keep my eyes on his, watching his muscles work as he thrusts.

Why did I ever leave this? He’s perfect. This is perfect. He’s the only man I ever want touching me. He’s the only man I ever want keeping me safe.

His eyes glaze over, and he jerks inside of me one last time, growling out with release.

“Holy fuck.” He rolls to the side and pulls me in close to him. “You know you can’t take any of that back.”

I smile and kiss his shoulder. “Is that right?”

He nods and runs his fingers along my arm, sending a chill down my spine. “I’m sorry. You signed the scroll. I own you now.”

The wind blows and metal clinks against the side of the house. “Ya know… I got thinking… I think I was looking at this all wrong.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well, sure, you’re this aggressive, reckless kinda guy, right?”

“Mmm… hmm…” His tone is curt, but I know he’s being playful.

“Well, I’ve been looking at it like that’s a bad thing, but it’s not. You’re the kind of guy who’d go out of his way to protect someone he loves. You don’t give up. Your kind of love is the only kind I want, Max, and the fact that our daughter gets to grow up knowing a love that strong makes her one lucky kid.”

He rolls toward me, supporting his head against his hand. “What about the bounty shit?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I hate that you’re doing it, but I trust you know how to handle yourself. Just promise me you’re coming home at night, and I’ll believe you.”

He kisses my forehead and wraps me against his chest. “I missed you, little cat, so fucking much.”

“I missed you, too.”

He rubs his rough hand over my stomach. “You think your mom will give me another shot?”

“I’m not sure about that one,” I laugh. “Can you stop fingering me in alleyways?”

He groans. “Not likely. I kind of like knowing I can have you whenever I want.”

I can’t help but grin. “Okay, but maybe we leave that out when we’re talking to my mom later.”

“Later? That mean I’m invited back for dinner?”

“I think maybe. She’d probably sleep better tonight seeing a good side of you.”

“There’s a good side of me?” He grins and our baby girl kicks his hand.

“Yeah… there are a lot of good sides to you.”

He leans in and kisses my lips gently. “You’re the only one who sees them.”

I bite back a grin. “I know and I kind of like it that way.”