Bastard Boss(17)

After all the paperwork was done and the deposit was paid, Xavier took  her to a little French restaurant. They had a private table where they  were able to talk about the plans for the future. He knew what he wanted  to do.

Taking hold of her hand, he kissed her knuckles, and smiled at her. "You're going to make me the happiest man in the world."

"And how am I going to do that?" she asked.

"By giving me a child, letting me make love to you every chance I get,  and tonight, I intend to claim the only hole I've not had."

She burst out laughing. "That was really romantic until you got to the last part."

"You haven't seen romance yet."

"I don't think doing anal would class as being very romantic."

"You've not seen how good I am at it yet. I may surprise you."

Later that night, when Anya was lying naked on the couch, he spread open  the cheeks of her ass, and teased some lube between her cheeks.

"I don't feel the romance," she said.

He chuckled, and slid his finger into her pussy. "What if I was to tell you that I hated it when you went on dates?"

"You want to talk about past dates right now?"

"Not all of them. I'm just talking about how I felt." Pushing a finger  deep inside her cunt with one hand, he used his other hand to tease her  ass. The tight ring of muscles of her anus kept him out, but he was  determined to get inside. With enough pressure, he pushed a finger into  her anus, feeling her pussy grow slick around his finger. "I would hate  it. I'd sit at my desk thinking of ways to keep you with me."

"I never knew," she said, moaning.

Adding a second finger to her ass and pussy, he thrust inside her. His  cock was already leaking pre-cum, and coated in lube. He was preparing  her to take his dick. He wanted to own every part of her, surround her  so that all she could think about was him.

"I hated the women," she said.

"What?"

"The women you had coming through the place. I hated them, and most of  the time I wanted to run and cry. I never understood it until now."

When she was ready for him, he moved behind her, gripping his cock, and  easing the tip inside her ass. He told her to push out, and slowly, he  sank his cock into her ass, filling her up.

"There will never be another woman for me, Anya. I belong to you. I  don't give a fuck if we make a baby or not. I just want you."

He eased out of her ass so that only the tip was inside her. Xavier  watched his cock sink inside her, her ass opening up to take what he had  to give.

"How does it feel?"

"So good. So wrong!"

He chuckled, biting her neck.

Keeping his strokes slow, he took his time fucking her ass, waiting for  her to get used to the feel of him. Only when she started to wriggle,  and slam up against him did he go a little deeper, push in a little  harder.

It wasn't long before he was gripping her hip, and fucking her ass. He  wasn't hard or rough. He simply claimed her in a way that made her know  she belonged to him.

"Fuck, baby, you're mine. Always will be," he said, biting her neck, holding her hips steady as he took her.

Sliding one hand between her, he fingered her clit, holding off his own orgasm until she found her own release.

"Please, please, please," she said.

Anya came, and her ass squeezed him so tightly that it set off his own  orgasm. He pumped his cum into her ass, and when it was over, he  sprawled on top of her, kissing her shoulder and neck.

"That has to be out of this world," she said.

"I now own every part of you. There's nowhere else you can go."

"I wouldn't want to go anywhere else. You're stuck with me. Scared?"

"No. I'm not."

"You're a different man from what I thought you would be," she said.

"What did you think I was?"   





 

"I don't know. A playboy, cold, calculating. You're all of those things,  but there's more to you. You've got a part of you that is just magical,  beautiful, and charming." She turned her head so that he could see her.  "I like that guy."

"I can't be those things in the office."

"I know. I don't need you to be them. Besides, I wouldn't want anyone else to know how lucky I am to have met a guy like you."

He took possession of her lips, knowing there was no one else he ever wanted, not ever.

He was in love with Anya, and he was going to love her for the rest of his life.


Chapter Ten



Two weeks after purchasing the house, they had Logan officially adopted.  Xavier took as much time away from the office as he could. Anya went to  the office between school hours, completing his work for him. He didn't  want her to hire anyone else. Another two weeks after they had Logan,  their house was available, and they moved in on that weekend. Her  parents came to help as much as they could. They looked after Logan  while she and Xavier organized movers. They had her mother's slow-cooked  pulled pork for dinner rather than have takeout.

For an entire weekend, they got the house exactly as they wanted,  starting with the bedrooms, and bathroom. Time seemed to move quickly  but smoothly where life just played out.

Logan came out of his shell, and completely animated their lives. She  loved him like he was her own son. He talked constantly about what he  loved, which bands he enjoyed listening to. It was fun getting to find  out what food he liked as well. He didn't like broccoli, which was fine,  as neither did Xavier.

After a little time, life seemed to slow down, and Anya found herself  more and more loving every second of it. There were times before where  she'd wish for a day to be over, or a moment to pass. Now she found  herself wishing the moments were longer. Family was something she always  wanted, but she didn't realize how much until she finally did have it.  She loved Xavier, Logan, and her life.

They had been moved in for a month when she started to vomit every  single morning. Her stomach turned at the scent of coffee, and she  struggled with certain smells. At first, she thought she had a touch of  food poisoning or the flu, not really putting it down to anything else.  Only, Xavier and Logan had eaten the same as she had, and they weren't  sick. After she threw up, she'd be fine, and then she'd find herself  getting tired throughout the day.

Late Sunday morning when she'd rushed to the toilet Xavier came to her,  pulling her hair out of the way. "I think it's time we took a pregnancy  test."

"Ugh, I think you might be right." She got to her feet and brushed her  teeth. Sitting on the toilet, she reached into a drawer, and pulled one  out. "I bought them when we first moved in. They were on sale, and I  love bargains." She forced a smile to her lips. "Seems silly now."

"It's not silly."

She took a breath. "This could be it. We could be having a baby."  Opening the test, she read the instructions. "Do you want to give me  some privacy?"

He covered her hand. "Before we do this, there is something I want to say."

Anya bit her lip, staring into his dark eyes.

"I love you. I've never known what love is, and I honestly didn't think  I'd ever feel it, but with you, I do. This is love. I love you, Anya."

"You love me."

"Yeah. Even if you're not pregnant, I don't care. I only care about you.  I want you. This pregnancy, it's something I want, but it's you."

"I love you," she said, tears filling her eyes. "I've known for a while,  but I was scared to tell you. I didn't know if you'd like me to be that  honest or not. We're so different, and I didn't know what to say, or  what to do."

He slammed his lips down on hers, taking away all protest or fear.  "Hiring you was the best thing I ever did. It took us some time but  we're together now, and that's all I care about."

Holding on to him, she was the happiest she had ever been.

"Let's see what the news is."

"If you're not pregnant, we're going to the hospital."

She smiled. "I can't pee on this thing with you looking."

"I'll give you some privacy."

He left the bathroom, and she couldn't stop smiling. Taking a deep  breath, she read the instructions again, and peed on the stick.

"We have two minutes, and we'll know the truth," she said, opening the door.

Xavier took her hand, and for two minutes he stared at his clock. Two  minutes when waiting for an answer, were the longest two minutes ever.   





 

Anya stared at them. He moved behind her, keeping his gaze on his watch, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It's time."

Stepping toward the stick, she picked it up, and they both screamed their excitement. She was pregnant. They were both pregnant.

A knock on their bedroom door, had them both rushing forward. Logan was rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Anya said, going to her knees, she pulled him close, kissing his cheek. "We have some good news."

"You're going to be a big brother, Logan. We're going to have a baby."

Logan smiled.

When they had first told him that they were planning to have more  children, babies, he'd been worried that they would send him back to the  foster home. They had told him that no matter what, he was their son,  and they wouldn't be giving him back.