Most Eligible Baby Daddy(35)

           



       

"That's it, fucko," Gris said, climbing out of the car through the  broken windshield, the gun firmly in his hand. "You're going to pay.  You're going to pay for ruining my life. For stealing my girl. She was  my girl. She was always mine."

"She was never yours, Gris. You just thought she was."

"So she's yours?" Gris said.

"She's no one's," Forrester said. "Unless she wants to be. But I can  tell you this. I'm hers. And I'm not going to let you hurt her ever  again."

Forrester was obviously still injured from everything that had happened  to him in the jail, but Elle watched as he moved toward Gris. Gris  strode toward him powerfully. When they met, Gris swung his pistol at  Forrester's face. Forrester blocked it, and threw a punch into Gris's  abdomen. Gris stepped back, surprised that Forrester could still fight,  and then drew the weapon. Forrester stopped in his tracks.

"What's stopping me from pulling this trigger, right now?" Gris said.

"No," Elle cried, but the men didn't hear her. Her voice was still weak  from being choked. "No," she tried again, but her voice was barely  audible.

"You're not going to pull the trigger," Forrester said.

"And why's that?" Gris snarled back at him.

"Because you know it wasn't me that ruined your life. You know it wasn't  Elle either. I couldn't steal her from you because you never owned her.  A man never owns a woman. He just borrows her from God, and looks after  her on behalf of God."

"Where do you get this shit, fucko?"

"You know it's true, Gris."

"The hell I do."

"A woman is like an angel in our life. Without them, everything's cold  and hard and empty. I know it. I learned it in my father's basement as a  child. You know it too, Gris."

"Fuck you."

"She was never yours. And you can't keep her after she wants to leave.  She was in your life for a period of time, and you should cherish that  time. You should cherish the memory of it. Because I bet she was a  million times better than what you deserved. I bet she brought nothing  but joy and love into your life. I bet she gave you happiness, and  warmth, and love."

Gris was nodding his head. Elle couldn't believe it. She couldn't  believe the words she was hearing from Forrester's mouth. Was that  really what he felt? Was that really the way he thought of her? That she  was an angel, that was coming into his life to bring happiness and  warmth? She didn't know what to think. She started crying.

"Are you going to let her go peacefully?" Forrester said.

Gris dropped the gun. It was only then that Elle was able to breathe.  She'd been holding her breath the entire time. Forrester bent down and  picked up the gun, then strode toward Elle. She struggled to open her  seat belt, she couldn't get out of it fast enough. Forrester was limping  toward her and it was clear he was a in a lot of pain. Elle finally got  her seat belt opened and got out of the car. She ran toward Forrester  and without thinking, leapt into his open arms. She couldn't believe it.  She hadn't dared to dream she'd ever know such happiness.

Having Forrester, and then thinking she'd lost him. Going through the  agony of thinking he'd given up on her. And now, having him back, it was  too much for her senses to take. She burst into tears, even as  Forrester started laughing. He was holding her up but she could feel his  weakened body struggle.

"Oh god," she cried. "You're hurt. I'm so sorry."

He put her back on the ground and she looked into his deep, loving eyes.

"I was afraid I'd never see you again, Forrester."

"You're going to see me every morning for the rest of your life, Elle. As soon as you open your eyes."

"Did you really mean all those things you said to Gris, about a woman being an angel from heaven?"

"Every word of it, sweetie. I know you're a treasure. I know you're a gift from heaven. And I'll never forget it."

With that, Forrester leaned forward, and when his lips met hers, she  thought she could feel herself melting. He wrapped his arms around her  and made her feel so safe, so complete, that it was dizzying. She had no  idea how she'd lived her life up to that point without him.                       
       
           



       

His tongue met hers, and she remembered all of the things that had made  him impossible to forget. Impossible to live without. She could feel the  heat inside her, the memory of the pleasures they'd shared, and would  share again. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to come inside  her, without any protection, and make her pregnant with his child. She  wanted his baby.

But she was getting ahead of herself. They broke their kiss and turned to Gris.

"I guess the car's done for," Gris said, dejectedly.

"Yeah, but the bike's okay," Forrester said, looking at it.

Elle looked at Gris. She knew she had to say goodbye to him, and she  knew that this time it would be for good. It was difficult to take  herself from Forrester's arms but she did, and walked over to Gris.

"You can do this," she said to him.

He looked terrified, like he didn't understand what the future would hold for him without her.

"How can I?" he said. "How can I live without you, Elle?"

Elle just gave him a small smile. "You'll figure it out."

She turned and walked back toward Forrester. Gris's voice stopped her.

"Elle," he said.

"Yes?" she said, glancing over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I did to you. For not treating you right."

Elle nodded. "I know you are, Gris. Now don't make the same mistakes  with another woman. Women don't deserve to be hurt or treated bad."

"I'll try not to," he said.

Forrester had picked up the bike and started it. Elle ran over and  climbed up onto it behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest,  careful not to hurt his broken ribs.

It felt so right. As Forrester gunned the engine and headed down the  highway, nothing could have felt more right in the entire world.





Chapter 42

Forrester

FORRESTER FLEW DOWN THE HIGHWAY, speeding past cars and intersections in  his haste to get back to the mountains. It felt so good to have Elle  back. It felt like life had returned to his body. They'd barely spoken,  but they didn't need to speak. There would be time for that later. For  now, just the feeling of her on the back of the bike was enough for him.  Ahead of them the mountains loomed, getting closer and closer with  every minute that passed. As they got closer it also got colder and he  pulled over at the gas station he'd stopped at earlier in the morning.

He took off his jacket and handed it to Elle.

"I couldn't," she said. "You'll freeze."

"You'll have to keep me warm, sweetheart," he said, and watched her put on the jacket.

It was too big for her and she looked so cute, absolutely adorable, as she got into it.

"Is that warmer?" he said.

She nodded. They got back on the road and it wasn't long before they were reentering the town of Stone Peak.

"I'll never get tired of the beauty of this place," he said as they  passed an overlook, the wide vistas of the Rocky Mountains below them.

"Me neither," Elle said.

"I think I could live here again."

She looked at him. "Really?"

He smiled. "With the right person, I could."

He pulled into the parking lot when they reached the diner. He wanted to  give Elle a chance to let Grace and Kelly know she was all right. They  would be worried.

He helped her off the bike and held her hand as they entered the diner.  Elle's eyes sparkled like diamonds. She was so beautiful he wanted to  lift her up and throw her down on the diner counter. His cock was  throbbing in his pants with every second that passed.

"Elle," Kelly cried when she saw her friend entering.

Forrester watched as the two girls hugged. It was beautiful to see the relief on Kelly's face.

"Where's Grace?" Elle said.

"I'm right here," Grace answered, coming out of the kitchen with her  apron slung over her shoulder. "You gave us quite a scare, young lady."

"I know."

"But I knew you'd be all right once I saw that this one was going after you," Grace said, cocking her head at Forrester.

Forrester put his arm on Elle's shoulders.

"She gave me a scare too," he said.                       
       
           



       

"I guess it's true what they say," Grace said. "Better late than never."

Forrester was embarrassed. He felt awful that he'd made Elle worry while  he was locked up. There'd been nothing he could do about it but it  still wasn't something he was proud of.