Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Ajax

Rage and fear fill me like never before when I see my girls storming past the group.

I throw the paper down, all thought of the article about the search for the I-90 killer lost, and jump up in panic. “What happened? Is she okay?” I demand, my voice shaking. Piglet never cries like this. “Mary,” I breathe, brushing back tendrils of hair trying to get a look at her face, but my little girl just clings to Lulu even harder.

“She scraped her knee,” Lulu explains, her pace not slowing.

“My flower!” Mary wails.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll redo it. Mommy will fix it.”

My head rears back at the title. When the fuck did that happen? Not that I’m mad, I wanted this, but I’m missing something. I don’t like that. Not one bit.

I’m going to kill someone right after I fix this.

I curve a hand around Lulu’s waist and rub Mary’s back with the other. I need to touch them, to know that they’re both here.

“Is anything broken?” I rush.

Lulu shakes her head, not speaking.

“Blood?”

She shakes her head again.

I breathe for the first time since I saw them. I’ll take tears over blood and broken bones any day when it comes to these two.

I unlock the door quickly, then reach out and steady Lulu with a hand on her elbow as she takes my daughter inside.

Our daughter.

Mary’s cries have calmed, but she still clings to Lulu, refusing to release her when she’s set on the bathroom vanity in our en suite.

“I love you so much, Piglet. You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s going to clean your hands while we have a cuddle,” Lulu tells her.

I move around the room, gathering the first-aid kit. “Can I see, baby?”

I have to nudge the back of her hand, but she releases her grip on Lulu’s jacket, one hand at a time, for me to clean with an antiseptic wipe. Softly, I cover the irritated skin with antibiotic cream just to be safe. Once done, I place a gentle kiss on each palm and declare them fixed. “All better,” I whisper.

What happened? The words are on the tip of my tongue, but now is not the time to ask.

Lulu carries our girl to the bed. “Can you grab her some pajamas? There should be some in the pile from earlier in the corner. I didn’t put them in her room yet.” She ends on a mutter.

I gather the clothes and press a kiss on each of their heads.

Mary is almost completely calm now, but Lulu is still shaking. My baby’s chin wobbles when she steps out of her overalls.

“They’ll be just like new when I’ve finished with them,” Lulu swears.

“Promise?” Mary whispers.

“With my whole heart.”

I feel like a loose part. What the fuck happened?

“How about we put Babe on?” I ask, already heading for the TV. My girls are snuggled on the bed.

I picked right. Lulu is exactly what we both need.

A loud banging carries through the RV. It sounds like a sledgehammer on the front door. The rage coiling in my stomach starts to unleash. Finally, something I can do.

“Stay in here, and enjoy your film.” I smile.

Lulu bites her lip, suddenly looking very guilty. Guess I’m about to find out what the missing piece of the puzzle is .

I give my future wife a dark look. I do not like surprises.

I shove the front door open, uncaring of who it hits.

“There better be a good reason you’re hammering on my door,” I growl, stepping out.

A large man, maybe an inch taller than my six-foot frame and as wide as a linebacker, staggers out of the way of the door. His face is as red as his hair, but he recovers quickly.

“That whore of yours put her hands on my boy,” he roars, pointing wildly at the RV.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.

“Repeat what you just said,” I order, stepping closer.

“Rob, please, let’s just go back to the camper,” his wife begs.

“No,” he yells, ripping his arm away from her. “That bitch touched my son.” He points at a teen who stands sniveling behind them. He’s cradling his wrist to his chest. “Get her out here. She needs a man to teach her a lesson.”

My hand wraps around his throat like a vise. Where’s a knife when you need it? I imagine sinking it between his third and fourth rib before slicing it across the skin of his neck.

A calmness flows through me with the knowledge that I’ll do just that one day .

He tries to fight me, but we’re too close. He can’t get a swing on any of his punches.

“You don’t ever talk about my wife like that,” I hiss. “She did that?” I ask the kid, nodding to his wrist.

He gives a frantic nod.

“Why?”

He looks at his mother for the answer.

“I didn’t ask her. Why?”

“Because I pushed the kid.” He shrugs, and my blood freezes. “She was being annoying. Her and the other brat were running around, so I just tripped her a little, and then her psycho mom came and pushed me over. Everyone laughed, fucking bitch.” He’s nearly crying again.

I release my hold on his dad’s neck and latch my hand onto his shoulder instead. Pulling forward, I bend him slightly and deliver a punch to the solar plexus. Air shoots out of him.

“Looks like it’s your family who needs a lesson.”

“He’s fifteen years old. She’s a grown woman,” the wife defends, pointing behind me.

I was wrong. His family members aren’t the only ones. Lulu is in need of another lesson. I don’t glance back. I know better than to look away from a threat, even one gasping for air.

“Is it true? Did you hit him?” I ask Lulu.

“Yes,” she says, her voice shaky. “But he deserved it,” she declares, her tone now confident.

“He’s a child!” the boy’s mom yells .

“And she’s a little girl. That boy is almost bigger than I am, and he thought it was funny to push her to the ground. He deserved what he got, and I’m not sorry.” Something tells me those last words were for me.

“Go inside,” I tell her calmly.

I fill with pride when I hear her do it.

“You heard her. He deserved it. Come to my door again, and this won’t be a polite conversation.”

“This isn’t over!” the large man says, but his threat carries little weight when his wife has to help brace his weight for them to leave.

Lulu hit someone to protect my kid. What am I going to do with her?

Chuckling, I scrub my face. I know exactly what I’m going to do with her.

Marry her. Right after I fuck a baby into her.

I close and lock the RV door quietly. “Mary?” I ask calmly.

Lulu chews her lip, pointing at the bedroom.

“Words, Lulu.”

I fiddle with the leather in my hand, drawing her attention. Her eyes double in size at the wallet in my hand.

I raise a brow expectantly, waiting for her answer. I open the wallet and take out the prick’s driver’s license. Jett Meadows. 849 Clover Street, Jackson, MS. Looks like we’re going to Mississippi for the new year.

I place the card back and throw the wallet down on the kitchen island. The sound of the leather slapping down makes Lulu flinch.

“In your bedroom, she fell asleep. I wanted to see what was happening out there, but I left the film on in case she wakes up,” she rushes.

“She won’t,” I say, walking closer to Lulu, who backs away into the kitchen area. “Our bedroom.”

“What?” she breathes, her eyes glued to my hands that are now unbuckling my belt.

“You said my bedroom. It’s our bedroom.”

“I guess.” She shrugs, still backing up.

“You guess?”

Lulu shrugs, her eyes finally meeting mine.

“Lower your panties and bend over the counter.”

“Ajax . . .”

“I won’t repeat it.”

Lulu turns, then takes the two steps to the kitchen island. Her hands shake as she reaches under the skirt of her dress. The black cotton panties drop to her knees, her ass lifting as she positions herself how I want.

“You assaulted someone to protect our daughter?” I ask.

I watch the back of her head move as she nods. The reflection of her face in the oven to our left shows me her face is screwed up, her eyes closed as if she’s bracing herself.

I drop to my knees behind her and gather her skirt, the red material drawing me in like a bull.

“I have never, ever been this hard. Never felt this kind of excitement, not even when I hunt my prey. You were fucking made for us,” I declare right before I dive in.

Lulu squeals, shocked.

I eat her pussy with vigor. I stab my tongue into her, showing her what’s to come. I bite at her clit and folds, sucking down the juices that leave her.

My bride-to-be cries out as she comes over and over, but I don’t stop. Her legs shake more and more with each release.

“Please, I can’t. I can’t,” she begs.

My cock leaks, begging to fill her. I stand to my full height and shuck my pants down just enough to release my thick prick, then anchor my hands on her hips.

“You were made for this family. You’re never leaving,” I whisper, and then I fill her. One shove forward and her body swallows my dick.

My hips slap against her ass, the sound filling the kitchen along with the undeniable smell of sex.

Lulu cries out. Her pussy clings to my cock with a viselike grip. She’s so close.

“Someone might see,” she moans out.

“Good,” I pant. “Let them watch me fuck my wife,” I taunt in her ear. I lick at her jaw, biting as I go. “Let them watch me pump my child into her womb. Watch her beg me to fill her with my cum.”

I lean back and smack her ass, slamming my hips into her harder.

“Beg me,” I yell .

“Ah, ah, ah.” Lulu gives a small cry every time I bottom out inside her.

I smack her ass again. “Beg me!”

“Fill me! Please, Ajax, fill me.”

I come with a roar, my thrusts mean and erratic, and our bodies squelch as I fill her with everything I have. Lulu’s body grips me even more, ripples of pleasure rolling over my shaft. Her whole body shakes as she rides her last orgasm before collapsing weakly onto the kitchen countertop.

I pant, bracing my hands on each side of her head, my cock still buried deep.

“You’re never leaving.”