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  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.”

  8

  Ella

  Standing in the hallway, I hear a noise coming from the kitchen. I will myself to go in and face Brooks, but I have a sense of déjà vu from the night before flashing through my mind. I hope it’s him this time and not some hostile woman. I’m not a very chatty person and tend to stand like a deer in headlights when shit hits the fan. Well, I’m like that with grown people. I’m better with babies.

  I run my hands through my hair, trying to tame it. I do the best I can before I leave the bedroom. When I get downstairs I start to take a step towards the kitchen when a hand comes down on my shoulder. I scream out in surprise and nearly jump a foot in the air. I trip over the long rug in the hallway, but the man grabs me by the arms and keeps me from hitting the floor. His hold is hard and I try to jerk away, wanting to get out of his grip. I’m unsure of who has a hold of me, but I don’t like it.

  Maybe I should just stop leaving the bedroom. Every time I walk out of that door, something dramatic happens.

  I look up into the dark brown eyes of a man I’ve never seen before. He’s dressed in all black and his shirt says Razer Security in bright white letters. I’m guessing he works for Brooks, but I still don't like him touching me. I try hard to jerk back and this time he lets me go. I begin to stumble again, only to be grabbed by someone else.

  “I got you, beautiful.”

  The tension leaves my body as I know it’s Brooks. His smell invades my lungs, and I breathe him in. Warmth fills my stomach like it always does when he calls me beautiful. I wonder if he calls everyone that, or if it’s a name he has just for me. I melt into his hard body, and I can tell the tension I felt just a moment ago has transferred to him.

  “You touched her?” he says, the accusation and dominance in his voice send a shiver over my skin.

  I’m not sure he’s really asking a question though. I wish I could turn and look up at him to read his face, but he has an arm now locked around my waist and I’m not going anywhere until he allows it. I let myself sink even more into him. I like the feel of his protective hold on me.

  “Sir
, I didn’t know…” The man stumbles over his words at first then stops all of a sudden and takes a step back. His hands rise and his eyes widen with fear. I swear I can feel the air around us change. It’s charged, but I don’t know with what. Anger? Male aggression? I’m not sure. I’ve never felt it before. All these new experiences seem to keep happening with Brooks. I’m starting to notice all kinds of things with him I’ve never felt before.

  “Out!” Brooks shouts, and even I jump a little at the command.

  His raspy voice is low and deadly. If he hadn't had a tight hold on me I probably would have darted out of here, too. I watch the security man nod and spin on his heels before he’s out of here in a flash.

  Brooks’s hold only loosens when I hear the sound of a door shut. I turn slowly in his arms and look up at him as I place my hands over his broad chest. I expect to see anger on his face, but instead he’s smiling down at me. His eyes are soft, and I melt a little at the look he’s giving me.

  “I’m cooking you breakfast before I have to go.” Suddenly, he picks me up and I let out a squeal of surprise. “I should have fed you last night, but when I touch you things happen.”

  He looks down at me as if he’s remembering all that we did. I blush as I do the same replay in my mind. He touched me and we lost all reason. All my sensible thinking was out the window and I never once tried to stop him. I’m a freaking nurse, for god’s sakes. My mom has pounded into my head about safe sex since I got my period at thirteen. And here I am, letting him cum inside me over and over, knowing what can happen. I don’t know a thing about Brooks, but it feels right in my chest. If I’m honest with myself, it’s crazy and over the top, but it’s somehow everything I’ve been dreaming of.

  He carries me to the kitchen and sits me down on the kitchen counter before placing a kiss on my nose. He lingers for a moment as if he’s going to do more but grunts and pulls away from me. He goes back over to the stove, where he starts to pile a plate with food. My stomach growls when the smell of bacon and eggs hits my nose.

  I watch as he moves around the kitchen, and I wonder if I should say something. This feels like what normal couples do each morning before work, but I’m not sure what to say. Well, that’s not true. I don’t know where to start. I open my mouth but can't get any words to come out. I’ve got so many questions, where do I even begin?

  He turns around and I shut my mouth so I don’t look like a dork with my mouth hanging open. He gives me a smirk as he walks over to me, placing the plate beside me before going over to the fridge and pouring a glass of orange juice.

  He holds his hand out like he’s giving me something. I open my hand with my palm up and he drops a couple of pills in it.

  “Prenatal vitamins,” he tells me simply. He hands me the orange juice next, and I take it with my other hand. I sit there a little shocked, and he gently nudges my hand. “Take them.”

  I knew what they were the moment I saw them. In my line of work I’m more than familiar with the pills, but I never thought I’d be waking up this morning with a need to take them.

  “I…” I glance up to meet his eyes and he studies me.

  “Beautiful, take the pills. They’re good for you and our baby.”

  I close my hand around them before bringing them to my mouth and popping them in. I take a big drink of the orange juice and our eyes stay locked the whole time. His smile grows even wider in approval. Something about it makes the warm feeling in my stomach come back all over again.

  “So you want a baby?” I ask. It’s the easiest question to begin with. I set the orange juice down next to the plate of food. It’s enough to easily feed three people. I’ll never be able to eat it all.

  “Finish the orange juice. That's good for you, too.” I pick it back up and take another drink. “Yeah, I want you to have my baby.”

  His big hands come to rest on my thighs. I’m wearing one of his shirts with nothing on under it. He traces the exposed skin on my thighs and then dips under the shirt. He leaves them resting there and I lick my lips as my body wakes up. I want him, but I blink a few times and remind myself to focus.

  “I want to have a baby, too,” I admit to him.

  “I know,” he tosses back at me easily.

  Of course he knows. He hired me pretty much on the spot. I’m guessing he did it after knowing someone I worked with before and reading over my file. Though those things shouldn't have been in there, though I’m not exactly silent about the fact that I want a baby. Someone must have told him.

  Maybe this isn't such a terrible idea after all. Maybe I can have a baby with him. He could want a child as much as I do. Maybe he's had bad luck with dating like me and he just wants a family.

  His hands slide farther up my thighs, breaking my concentration.

  I have to admit, though, being with Brooks and doing it this way has been a whole lot more fun than what conception would be like at the clinic. And much cheaper. Unless I lose my heart to this man, because that would cost me dearly. I need to keep in mind what we both want out of this is a baby. We can do this together and our child will have both a father and a mother. That’s something I couldn't give my baby when choosing to do this on my own.

  “I have to go into the office for a little bit, but I want to check you over.” He pushes the shirt up even farther, and before I know what’s happening, he has me flat on my back on the kitchen island, his hand stroking my center. “You’re a little red.” He spreads the lips of my sex before leaning down and kissing my clit. I stare down at him, a little shocked. I’m not sure why this shocks me, with all that we’ve done already. Then his warm, slick tongue slides across my tender skin and I don’t care anymore that I'm sore.

  “I should leave you alone. Your pussy needs to rest. I’m sure I already got you pregnant, but I can’t help myself.” I watch as he comes back to his full height, reminding me how much bigger than me he is. He pulls his button-up shirt out of his slacks before undoing his belt with a click. My eyes go straight there as his cock springs free. “I’m going to put a little more of my cum in you. Just to be sure. But I don’t want to hurt you.” I watch as he slides the head of his cock inside me. Then he reaches down and strokes his length and starts to jack himself off without entering me fully.

  We’re both breathing heavily now as my eyes are locked on where we’re connected.

  “Fuck, look at you.” His gaze roams over my body. He pushes my shirt all the way up so my breasts are exposed, and then that hand goes to my hip. “You were made to be bred. Look at these hips. Nice and wide, with lots of room.” He grunts as he strokes up and down his solid cock. “I want you in my shirt with your pussy bare and waiting for me when I get home. I want you sitting on my cock at all times, ready to take care of me.”

  “Oh god,” I moan, wanting him to sink farther into me. I rotate my hips, trying to take more of him, but he keeps jacking himself off with just the tip inside me.

  “Those fucking tits, too. I bet I’ll be so jealous when our kids get to suck on them. I’ll have to learn to control myself. Learn to share them.” He licks his lips as if he’s actually tasting my breast milk. His hand on my hip slides to my clit and he strokes me with his thumb. “You’ll have to save some for Daddy. It’s going to be my milk now, too.”

  The sounds of his grunts and my small whimpers fill the kitchen.

  “I heard that some women can’t get pregnant while they breastfeed. I bet you're the exception to that rule. Pussy this tight and horny is begging to be pregnant. You’ll spread these lips and beg for another baby,” he says as his thumb strums my clit. “I’ll be sucking on your sweet milky tits while breeding that little young cunt of yours.”

  A gasp leaves me and my orgasm washes over me at his erotic words. They’re filthy but somehow ignite something deep inside me.

  “Don’t you worry, Beautiful. I’ll make sure you get everything you want,” he growls as his whole body goes rigid.

  I feel his warm cum release into me, and I cum with
him as I cry out his name. Thick spurts of semen coat my insides, and my pussy pulses, greedy for it.

  We stay locked together like that for a long moment before he slips the head of his cock out and smears the cum covering the tip all over my clit. The sensation makes me want more, feeling empty without his width inside me. I’m begging for him to thrust back in and stretch me and give me another load.

  I reach down and stroke him as he teases me with it. I whimper and put it at my opening, rocking my hips on it for more. He’s still hard and I know he could slip in so easily since I’m soaking for it. But his control is unbreakable as he lets me tease myself.

  He leans down, kissing me slowly, and I let out a small moan. I love this sweet, tender moment, and I want it to keep going.

  I feel another spurt of cum release on my pussy, and I try to rock on the head of his cock to take it deeper. He growls and gives me one last kiss before he pulls out of my grasp and sits me back up. I feel dazed with pleasure at what we just did, and I’m still horny for more. My body is buzzing with need, and he’s done this all to me in a matter of moments.

  I watch through my eyelashes as Brooks fixes his clothes. The sight is erotic. Seeing him all disheveled and having to put himself together makes me want him all over again. God, what is wrong with me?

  “I want you to eat. I’ll be back in a few hours,” he says before he kisses me deep and long. When he pulls back and I try to catch my breath, he gives me a stern look. “Don’t leave the house. Spend the day ordering stuff for the baby room.”

  With those instructions, he pulls away from me and leaves the room. I’m just as dazed as I was when I woke up. Then I wonder which baby room he’s talking about. The one for his sister or one for him? The thought of it being for him makes me feel a little sad. While this baby might get a mother and father, Brooks and I won't be a couple. This is about having a baby and nothing more. I need to keep reminding myself that this man isn’t mine.