I felt every twinge of her pussy, every score of her nails as they scraped along my back. I heard every breath she took and every tremble of her little body as she accepted my length into her tight body. It wasn’t long before the need to cum had me moving faster, surging deeper until what felt like a Mack truck slammed into me and I came hard enough to lose my senses.
When I’d finally caught my breath and could feel my body again I was crushing her beneath me. She was so tiny. The reality of all that I had done came full force and hit me hard. I reared back and look down at her really seeing her for the first time.
What had I done? I choked up as I recalled everything I’d said and done to her in the last month and a half. I’d snatched her away from her life, changed her forever with my actions. I felt like a complete monster as I looked down at her but still the words wouldn’t come.
I kissed her lips one last time before easing out of her body as gently as I could. I left the bed and walked down the hall to the office. I came back to her and without a word, dropped the file that I’d put together on her dad next to her before heading for the shower.
I hung my head and let the water wash over me as I came to terms with what I’d just done. That file contained everything that could put her dad in jail, what I should’ve done from the beginning. Would she hate me for what I’d done to her, will she understand why I’d lost my fucking mind? Of course she’s going to hate you, you ruined her fucking life.
I stayed in the shower until the water grew cold and I had no choice but to go out there and face her. I flicked the water off and spent an inordinate amount of time drying off before wrapping the towel around my hips and pulling on a tee shirt I’d left hanging behind the door.
I looked at the mask I’d dropped on the vanity and my pulse raced. If I walked out there without that now it would change the whole game. I could find my ass in jail for all the things I’d done. But as a man who was coming back to his senses, I didn’t have a choice.
I walked into the room to find her sitting at the edge of the bed with her face in her hands. From the way her shoulders shook, I knew she was crying. I was across the room in a few steps. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She stopped crying long enough to look at me and then flew over the bed to the other side.
She looked around the room wildly as if looking for something and my heart fell. She hated me. “Who are you?” She looked beyond me as if expecting someone else to walk into the room. Shit, she’d never seen me without the mask.
I pulled the shit off over my head and her eyes flew to my tats. She calmed and kneed her way back across the bed to sit where I’d found her. She started crying harder now and I wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know if I should touch her. When she looked up at me with such pain in her eyes, I knew I had to.
Sitting on the bed next to her, I wrapped my arms around her, expecting her to rebuff me. Instead she laid her head on my chest and bawled. I eased back on the bed bringing her with me and held her close as her body shook with her tears.
She was doing what I had not been able to, not since I stood over the tiny coffin that held my son. I stared up at the ceiling as she cried it out. It felt like an hour had gone by when she sniffed and wiped her face.
“Do you want to talk?” My voice sounded hoarse to my ears and I cleared my throat. She had a lot of questions, mostly about how sure I was that everything in the file was true. “It’s true, my wife all but named him before she died. She remembered the car and I found it on surveillance video just a few miles from where they were killed.”
Her hand went to her stomach and I felt cold seep into my bones. “That’s why.”
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“What?” I held my breath not believing what I’d just heard. She fought her way out of my arms and sat up beside me.
Her face was ravaged with tears, her eyes swollen her nose red. I reached up and caught an escaping tear as it rolled down her cheek. “I’m sorry that he did that to you.” Of all the things I’d expected her to say that wasn’t it. It only made me feel even worse.
“What are we going to do now?” That was the question wasn’t it?
“I’ll take you home tomorrow.” It almost burnt a hole in my tongue to say the words out loud. She was the only thing I’d been close to since I lost my family. Even when she was my enemy she was the only human contact I’d had in almost two years.
She’s so young…
“What about the baby?” She looked at me out the side of her eye and I felt bile rise in my throat. Did she want to get rid of it? What the fuck? How could I have fucked up so royally? “The choice is yours.” I knew it was a lie even as I said it. I would do everything in my power to keep my child alive.
“We have to deal with dad first unless I want to go into hiding for the rest of my life.” I looked at her sharply, not believing what I heard. “What are you saying Katya?” I sat up next to her and watched her carefully. If she was playing me I’d know.
“I’m saying that I don’t like what you did to me, but I understand why you felt like you had to. I’m still mad at you and it’s going to take some time for me to forgive you for what you did, it wasn’t fair to me I had nothing to do with what he did. But if there’s any part of the guy I met online in there, then you can’t be all bad. I think I’d like to meet him.”
I got what she was saying, but it took a minute for her words to ring true. There’s no way I could be that lucky. No way that after all the curve balls life had thrown my way that I could walk away from this unscathed. But she seemed so sincere. I had no choice but to believe her.
“Do you know what you’re saying?”
“I think so. But what about you? I’m just an object to you aren’t I? Maybe that’s not what you want.”
“That’s not true. I didn’t always know…when I took you I was in a bad place, my head was all fucked up. I couldn’t see past making him pay and taking something of his. I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the baby, maybe it started before that…I think I’m in love with you.”
She looked at me as if she thought I was pulling her leg. I couldn’t fault her, I wouldn’t believe me either. But it was true. I didn’t know it until I said the words out loud. I lifted a hand to her face and removed the last bit of tears as I brought her face closer to mine.
“I love you Katya and if you’d let me I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Epilogue
“Put that down.” Her wild giggles as she tried to escape me warmed my heart. I picked her up and blew bubbles in her tummy making those giggles get even louder until they became squeals. She’s her mother’s daughter for sure; loud. I put her on my hip which I like to tell myself is her perfect place to be and walked deeper into the house to find the rest of my family.
I took the paperweight from her before she smashed me in the face with it and didn’t even bother asking her how she got it off the desk in my home office. I found my wife and son in the kitchen working on a science project for school. That one takes after his mom too, he got her brains.
The smiles on their faces when I walked into the room, was worth every hell I’d ever been through. My wife waddle around the kitchen island and came over for her hello kiss, which I was only too happy to give her. I put my little terror on the floor and put my hands on the mound of Katya’s tummy where my unborn son or daughter was cooking.
“Hello beautiful, I missed you.” I kissed her lips, which apparently was too much for my brats who made gagging noises behind us. I’m sure Junior who was five was the one who set that off and as usual my two-year old princess followed her big brother.
“I missed you too. I think the baby’s gonna be early.”
“Why what happened?” She smiled and patted my arm. I love when she makes light of my mini freak-outs, but where she and the kids are concerned I don’t mind looking stupid every once in a while. A common cold can send me into a panic.
“He or she has been very active all day.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” I didn’t miss her eye roll as she went back to help our son and save him from his sister, who was doing her best to help him with his project, which meant certain destruction.
Leanna might have her mother’s lungs, but she’s all me. In fact both of my kids have all of me, whether it’s looks or personality. I dropped my jacket over a chair and rolled up my sleeves as I went to help. Almost everything in this house was a family project.
I saw that my daughter had already been set up on her baby table with her own baking soda and whatever she had in a cup to make her own volcano or whatever it is they were making. I guess she’d made a detour to my office at some point to nab the paperweight, which was almost as heavy as she is.
“Hi son, how was your day?” I listened as my kid told me excitedly about his test scores and his new friend, the frog the class had adopted and everything else that he could recall from his day. I paid attention to every word until his sister interrupted us to give me her report.