23. Thunder

THUNDER

“What did you find?” Cam had just called with an update on Deidre Hall, a name I suspect isn’t her real name either. No wonder there wasn’t much on Deidre Samuels; she doesn’t exist except on paper. That name has only been in use for the past four years, but before that, she didn’t exist.

“It looks like you were right. Her real name is Dierdre Fossie. She changed her name to Samuels four years ago, but it wasn’t done through legal channels. She’s running from the law.”

“Oh, is she now?” Why am I not surprised?

“Yeah, there’s a warrant out of her arrest in Arkansas. She and her live-in boyfriend were running a scheme out of their apartment, one of those things where they rob the elderly of their homes and retirement funds and stuff like that.”

So, your average low-level bottom-feeding scum. But why did she use the name Hall this time? My only guess is that she was looking to change her life again and make another run. If she did it once, why not do it again?

But this place is only an hour away from her place with Dan though, not nearly far enough to take that kind of risk unless she was factoring me into her plans. I have a feeling that that’s just it. When I saw her that day at his place, I knew something was up from the way she looked at me, but I was more invested in dealing with him than with her, so I didn’t pay too much attention to her.

It never crossed my mind that she would even think that she stood a chance with me. But then again, I’ve met people like her, both men and women, who are oblivious to everything but their own bullshit. They live inside their heads and think everyone else should go along with whatever is on their agenda.

Or maybe she thinks I’m as blind as that asshole she got to destroy his life for her. I’m not sure what the guy was thinking, not that I care. But anyone who saw those two women would have to wonder if he was maybe high or having a psychotic break when he chose to fuck his whole life away to be with that one.

Not in looks nor personality did she even come close to my girl. And since she’d done me a solid by getting him out of my woman’s life and hadn’t taken part in attacking her that day on the street, I was all set to leave her alone. She had a kid to raise, after all, and since my plan was to destroy Dan and his mother, somebody needed to stick around for the kid. But that was dead now, too. At least it won’t take me any more time to decide what to do with her.

Had she not shown up here and got herself caught on my facial recognition cameras, I wouldn’t have suspected a thing about her past. I guess I’ll never know why she’d used the name Hall here instead of Samuels, but in the scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter. Fossie, Samuels, Hall, it didn’t make a difference. All three of them were fucked.

“She’s also into heavy drug use or used to be anyway. No one knows what she’s been up to since she fell off the face of the earth four years ago.”

“I see; anything else?”

“Yeah, according to your timeline, she would’ve had to meet Dan and gotten pregnant all in the same week she went on the run, or….”

“Or, the kid’s not his.”

“That’s what I’m thinking, but I could be wrong. It’s pretty close, though.”

“Do you have a picture of the ex?”

“I can send it through right now. He wasn’t part of whatever went on here, though. He’s already behind bars. She ran and left him holding the bag.”

“Send it anyway.”

I hung up with him and called Kieran. “Is it done?”

“Yeah!”

“Where’s the kid?”

“With the grandmother like you suspected. There was no one else home, and the door wasn’t exactly fixed after you kicked it in, so it was a breeze getting in and out.”

“Okay, come back.” I hung up and called my guy on the force. This was going to turn out much better than I expected with her prior warrants. Two down, one to go.

It had taken some time, a whole week, but I’d finally found a way to make them pay for making my woman feel less than. I didn’t expect her to show up here, though, and give me that added bonus.

With the shit I had Kieran plant in their house, fifty-one pounds of weed exactly, as an unlicensed seller, they’d be looking at eight to thirty-two years, plus a million-dollar fine. Life was going to get very dark for Dan and Deidre pretty soon.

Now I have to find out if the kid is his and, if not, whose he is. Maybe she left family back in Arkansas, or the boyfriend had family if the kid was his that would want to take him. I didn’t feel too good about the kid going into the system, and since I plan on tackling Cecile as well, that was the one stumbling block I couldn’t see past.

I looked into the aunts on Dan’s side, two of which seemed promising, but if the kid is no relation I don’t see them taking him in. I’m hoping now that he’s not his, that he fucked his life away for something that was never his, and I’ll be sure to let him know.

I have a feeling, though, that the mother would be the hardest hit by that since I’ll make sure to remind him that it was his dear old mom who pushed to have this woman in his life while treating his actual wife like shit. My woman.

* * *

I wentto pick up my girl at closing time. Her grandmother had already been taken home by her driver. The evening felt different because there was no wall between us. She looked happy, sounded happy and I liked that way better than the sullen woman who had been sitting next to me for the past week.

It hit me as we drove through the gates of our beautiful home that I never want to see that look on my woman’s face again. I want her to have the full princess in a-castle experience for the rest of her life.

I stopped the car at the beginning of the driveway, where we could see the full view of the castle with the mountains and the evening stars as a backdrop. It was beautiful and poignant, and the feelings I felt sitting there with her, enjoying that spectacular view pierced my heart.

“Babe, do me a favor; if I ever make you feel less than, please tell me right away.”

“What do you mean? Where is this coming from?”

“There’s this thing I’m learning. When you love someone, everything about them matters. Their likes, dislikes, hopes, fears, everything.”

“The way I feel for you is like that. I want only the best for you. I want you to have the life you want, not what anyone else wants for you. But what I want most of all is to be your person, your rock. I want you to never doubt that I will always be here if you fall.”

“I want you to laugh when you feel like it and cry when you want to. Every day when you wake up, I want you to know that there is a person right beside you who will walk through fire for you. And know with all that, that you deserve it.”

“That’s the most important thing, baby, knowing what you’re worth. And for me, there is no number known to man that can match your worth. Come ‘ere, don’t cry.” I held her as she hiccupped and told me she felt the same way.

She kept saying she was sorry, but I realized that I needed to apologize to her as well. “I’m sorry, too. I acted out of anger and that should never be the way I am with you, never with you. I didn’t pine for you for more than two years just to mistreat you now that I’ve got you. My apologies, beautiful. But I still stand by what I told the Doc.”

She laughed at that, and the mood lightened. I drove the rest of the way up the driveway, and we clung to each other on the way inside. Of course, my nosy ass sister was hanging around looking to start shit. “Oh, thank heavens, I thought I was going to have to pull a parent trap on you two. I’m going to bed.”

She waved her hand and disappeared. “What the heck is a parent trap?” I had no idea what any of that meant but that’s nothing new.

“It’s a movie about…. I’ll tell you later. You promised me something this afternoon; I’m ready to collect.”

“Ooh, spicy, I like it.”

“No, you can’t; put me down.” She swatted at my chest when I picked her up in my arms to take her upstairs.

“Light as a feather.” I felt happy. The emotion almost stopped me in my tracks. I’m not sure why I always equated love and desire with happiness. By that, I mean that if you’re in love, then that automatically means you’re happy. But for the first time, I realized that they are two separate emotions, and one doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with the other.

I love her; it’s a given that I will love her for the rest of my life, but for the last week, I felt no happiness. Not even the thought of my son lifted the heaviness of what I was feeling. Now I know why. She’s not only my love but my happiness. I wanna be that for her as well.

I kissed her on the forehead when the emotion got to be too much and carried on up the stairs to our room. Once inside, I took her to the shower. I know she’d prefer a bath, but I’d read somewhere that it wasn’t safe. But maybe she knows better. See progress.

“Did the doctor say it was okay for you to take baths?”

“Yes, but there are a lot of stipulations, and besides, the thought of slipping and falling while getting in or out scares me, so no baths.”

I helped her get undressed and then did the same for myself before setting the water temperature just right before taking her in with me. I took my time taking care of her, then stood still while she returned the favor.

I covered her completely in one of my bathrobes, which was the only one that still fit, and took her to bed. My dick was already hard from seeing her naked in the shower, and I needed relief in the worst way after making myself suffer for the past week because cumming on her back felt nothing like emptying myself deep inside her.

But there was no way I was going to fall on her, slate my lust, and not take care of her first. She, too, had been deprived for those days that I was punishing us both.

So I opened my nightstand drawer and retrieved the cream I keep there that she likes for me to rub into her tummy. I took my time rubbing and massaging her stomach as my son kicked the shit out of my hand. I got so caught up that I didn’t feel the burn in my balls, which were growing heavier by the minute.

Then she reached out with a hand and stroked my cock as I massaged the cream into her round tummy. She got a bit aggressive and pulled on my thigh until I gave in and moved closer to her head.

When she licked the bead of precum from my cockhead I hissed. I had to fight to concentrate on what I was doing. My hands glided over the hard mound of her tummy where my child laid while she suckled the head of my cock into her mouth.

I reached for the towel I’d dropped on the bed and wiped my hands because even though this cream was supposed to be safe, I wasn’t taking any chances. Once my hands were clean, I went right to her pussy, which was already leaking that sweet nectar, the scent of which was tickling my nose.

I dipped two fingers inside of her while teasing her clit with my thumb, and she swallowed more of my cock. I knew she was long overdue, so I brought her off quickly while denying myself the same pleasure, even though my balls were full to bursting.

As soon as her pussy cream coated my fingers, I brought her down gently, with little swirls of my fingers inside her pink flesh, but I left her sensitive clit alone. I eased my cock from between her lips, and she complained.

“Just one minute, baby, I’ll be right back.” Her eyes were half closed and dreamy when I got off the bed and opened that drawer again, this time to grab the little massage ball I kept there. Once back on the bed, I helped her into a sitting position so I could move the ball gently along her lower back.

Her sighs of pleasure were music to my ears. I kept one hand on the son while using the other to roll the ball back and forth over her flesh until I felt her relax, and my fingers went back to her snatch.

I played in her pussy with the fingers of one hand, massaged her back with the other, all the while nibbling on the vein along the side of her neck. I like the way she bends her neck to give me better access, telling me without words that she liked what I was doing to her.

My cock dripped precum down her back, and cried for release, but I ignored my own selfish wants to take care of her. I made her cum over and over again with my fingers before sitting with the mountain of pillows at my back and lifting her ass just enough to bring her down on my rod.

“Easy baby, easy.” I sometimes get scared that I’d hurt her, especially when my cock is as hard as it is now. Yes, I know, sex is supposed to be safe for her at this stage in her pregnancy, but I’m not sure whoever wrote that shit ever had more than a five-inch dick in them. I’m pretty sure my almost eleven inches could put the kid’s eye out.

So I took my time easing my whole length in her as she sat on my lap with her back turned to my chest. Once I was all in, I went back to massaging her tummy while slowly fucking up into her. I couldn’t hold out for much longer and came while my teeth were buried in her neck, marking her for the first time in a week.

* * *

I spentthe rest of the night making up for lost time. I had her in every comfortable position I could take her in, ever mindful of how big her belly had gotten since the last time I’d had her. After having her sit in my lap, I’d put her on her hands and knees and fucked her that way, all the while holding her tummy for added protection.

Since she likes that position best, I fucked her that way twice more before ending the night with me spooning her from behind while gliding my cock in and out of her. I could’ve gone another round or two, but she needed her rest, so we fell asleep after that last time with my cock lodged inside her.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and in my heart as my son played a game of soccer under the hand I had resting protectively over him and the scent of my wife’s sweetness teasing my senses. Bliss!