The Billionaire(44)

       

I learned more and more in those first few months just what the kid had  gone through to try saving her. He tried to play down his time on the  streets living out of garbage cans, moving from place to place so his  crazy ass father didn't find him. Taking rides with strangers that  sometimes weren't much better than the animal he was trying to escape. I  guess his build had saved him a time or two from unsavory fucks. He  shied away from that shit more but I read between the lines. He'd always  have a place in our lives because of the sacrifice, plus his being here  was just what she needed and I was grateful. That's when I didn't feel  like killing his ass. The kid is a fucking menace.

"Where's your brother?" She gave me one of her guilty looks, which meant  that either one or both of them had been up to some shit she knew I  wasn't going to like. "I think Jenna already knows you see how she just  picks her head up whenever you walk into a room?" Uh huh, I know my  daughters no one has to tell me shit about them they're both daddy's  girls through and through. But I also know my wife and right now she's  stalling. That's okay whatever it is that she's done I'll just take it  out of her later.

The sex has been phenomenal just here lately. After her six-week checkup  a few days ago I've been in her as often as I looked at her, no change  there. That natural sensuality of hers is even more enhanced since the  babies came. I think it's because giving birth awakened her to her power  as a woman, because there's no way I was ever doing that shit. Fuck me;  I almost ended the fucking doctor and half the hospital staff during  her labor. No one warned me that that shit would be so gruesome. If my  men hadn't been out in the waiting room on guard duty I probably  would've turned bitch and puked my guts out.

She was scared, screaming and crying all at the same time, all the  things that were a big no no. The only time I like my wife to scream is  when I'm fucking her so good she forgets there're other people in the  house. I have security all over the fucking place these days because I'm  never sure if one of those fuckers that I'd burned in that sting would  ever find out I was involved and seek retribution. Plus I wanted her to  feel safe at all times. And like I said I was fond of taking her down  whenever the mood struck, sometimes the bedroom was too far away. But  that night her screams had been of a whole other nature. It's not easy  for a man to watch his woman in that much fucking pain and not be able  to stop it. Afterwards when they'd placed the girls in her arms she'd  acted like that shit hadn't just happened while I'd still been fucking  traumatized.

"What did you or he do this time baby?" Just then the culprit came  through the door into the nursery. He went first to Dana who was asleep  in her mother's arms and kissed her head before coming over to do the  same to little Jenna who was nodding off on my shoulder. He's a very  proud uncle and one of the many people I have to fight to get some time  with my kids. He's grown a good foot in the last year and eats like a  linebacker but he's still a boy with a boy's heart. He's in school and  doing well there, curious about every fucking thing under the sun. A son  any father would be proud of until he started encouraging my wife in  her shit.

"What have you been up to Jason?" He looked back at her and then back to  me with a guilty look on his face before answering. Shit. Well at least  he's not in jail or dead so whatever it is I can probably handle it. I  walked over to the crib to put my little girl down for her nap. "This  one's asleep. Okay give it to me straight." I eyeballed both of them  while standing in the middle of the room. "Uh you know that car all the  way at the end?" I held the bridge of my nose as I waited for it. "What  did you do to my Atalante boy?" Please tell me he hasn't found a way to  fuck up an eight million dollar car.

"What's the big deal it doesn't even run? But uh, I think I might've  done something to it." He held up his hands and stepped backward away  from me and out of the room. "You I'll deal with later." I pointed at my  wife as I headed out the door for the garage to see what the fuck the  kid had done to my other baby. A man has to have his toys, mine just  happen to come in the shape of classic cars. This particular beauty was  built in nineteen thirty-seven and was one of only a handful made at the  time. Yes it didn't run anymore but so what? It's a thing of beauty.

I found him sitting in the driver's seat with a stupid look on his face.  "I wonder how upset she'll be if I kill your ass?" He grinned and I  gave it some serious thought until I heard the engine start up. What the  fuck? I walked over as he hopped out. "I fixed your piece of crap." I  looked at him and then at the car in amazement. There's no way he  could've fixed the shit; the dealer said they didn't even carry those  parts anymore, hadn't since the fifties or some shit. "What do you mean  you fixed it, how?"                       
       
           



       

"Well I went on line and looked up the old manual, I found the engine on there and just took it apart and worked backwards."

"What do you mean worked backwards?

"Well I had to figure out what made it work in the first place so I  could see what stopped working." I didn't understand fuck that he was  saying but that didn't stop me feeling like a proud father. "Ash wants  to drive it."

"Uh I don't think you can just take this baby out on the road they have  laws for that shit, I'll have to look it up. Besides she has a car, or  three what does she want with my baby?"

"You do know your wife is stuck in the last century right, this is just  her type of crap." He's right there, she does have some archaic views on  certain things. Then again that makes my life easier in some ways.

"I don't think it'll run fast enough to be road worthy." I walked around  the car running my hands over it. The kid had shined it up too.

"Uh about that, I kinda did a little tinkering with it, it can go zero to eighty in a sec."

"Get the fuck out." Now I want to drive the shit. "Wait a minute, no  way, uh uh. This some new scheme you two come up with?" My wife as I've  said before has no fear. She goes at life like there's no tomorrow,  which is what I always thought I wanted until she got behind the wheel  of a car. These days I always know when she leaves the house because her  detail calls me at least three times in two hours when they've lost her  or more like she's lost them. According to them she likes to play  chicken, speeding in and out of traffic to lose them. Except when she's  taking the kids somewhere, then I don't get any complaints. The first  time I saw her in action I'd taken her by surprise. She'd been driving  home from shopping just a few days ago and I'd taken the afternoon off  to spend sometime with my girls. I saw the little red rocket go flying  by me and almost had a fucking heart attack when I pulled up behind her  at the light two minutes later and realized it was her. I started to get  out and get her ass but the light changed so I had the pleasure of  following behind her with my heart in my throat. I didn't dare call her  because I was too afraid she'd kill herself if she answered.

That was the first time I'd ever spanked her ass in anger. I'd been so  scared and pissed that I'd barely given her time to climb out of her car  before dragging her upstairs and pulling her over my knee. Of course I  had to fuck her afterwards just to reassure myself that she was safe and  hadn't killed herself on the damn highway. So I'm not sure how much of a  punishment it had been in the end.





"You're not driving that car." It was later that night and it was time  for bed. She was walking around the bed rubbing lotion into her hands,  which was part of her nightly routine. Her hair was now down to her ass,  some sort of side affect of the pregnancy, but I loved it. Gave me more  length to work with when I'm hitting her pussy from behind. Her breasts  are also another favorite of mine these days, like they needed any  help. Now they're fuller and filled with milk, which I'm not ashamed to  say I partake of on occasion. In fact I'm about to enjoy some just as  soon as I get the coming argument out of the way.

"Why can't I drive the car?"

"First because it's my baby, and second because it's a classic and I'm  not sure what the laws are on that particular car being driven."

She lifted her silk nightgown up to her hips and straddled me, flinging her hair back over her shoulders.

"I'm your baby." She nibbled on my neck and pressed her pussy into my  cock. Well yeah you are; I put my hands on her hips to hold her in  place. No way she was winning this round though no matter how good the  pussy was.

She worked her way up my neck to my ear and sucked on it before biting  down. I felt that shit in my cock. I pulled her face around and pushed  my tongue into her mouth while running my hands under her gown so I  could get to her. Her tits were poking into me already hard and waiting  for my mouth. Pulling my mouth away from hers I pulled the straps down  her shoulders and sucked a ripe nipple into my mouth. The warm sweetness  of her milk burst onto my tongue as she lifted high enough to find my  cock with her little hand and guide it home.