Chapter Twelve
Miles
Three months later
I check my phone for the millionth time.
Nothing.
No phone call or texts.
Silence.
Unease creeps its way through me. It isn’t like Olivia to ignore me. Ever since we started exclusively seeing each other, we’ve been glued together every waking moment. Her dad even let her go off with “friends” for spring break.
What that meant was I got to spend an entire uninterrupted week with my girl. An entire week where we played house. She slept in my bed, cooked me dinners, and I rewarded her with unimaginable pleasure. And I wasn’t even surprised in the least when my girl took to anal like a champ. My thoughts drift to the night she let me try it for the first time.
“I’m scared.”
My dick is aching and ready to push into her but I’m not an asshole. I stroke her creamy ass before giving her a love pat. “We don’t have to do this now. You know that. I’m a fan of this perfect pussy.” When I rub my dick along her slit, she whimpers. “Where do you want me, beautiful?”
She looks over her shoulder at me and bites on her bottom lip. “There. I want you there.”
Smirking, I run my thumb across the puckered hole of her ass. “Here?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Just go slow.”
I grip my cock and begin breaching the tightest hole I’ve ever tried to put my dick into. Slowly, I ease into here, listening for cues that she might be in pain. When she pushes against me so that I’ll slide farther into her, I let out a groan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I bite out. “This feels too damn good. Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head but she’s fisted the sheets and her knuckles are white.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” I want to pound into her but for now I settle for having my dick deep inside her. Soon. We’ll work up to it eventually.
“I,” she utters. “It feels weird. Burns but no worse than the toy. Just feels different.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No,” she mutters. “I want you to go. Move inside me.”
Her words make my cock twitch inside her. I grip her hips and thrust into her in a gentle way. Soon, she begins moving with me.
“Touch your clit,” I order.
“So bossy,” she groans.
I pick up my pace. The pleasure pulsating through me is intense. Anal is a favorite of mine and I hope to hell it will become a favorite of hers too.
“Faster,” she instructs. “And slap my ass.”
I laugh as I smack her pale flesh. “Who’s the bossy one now?”
My smile quickly falls as worry niggles through me.
Why the fuck is she not replying?
Images of her hurt in a car accident or kidnapped flit through my mind. It’s terrifying enough that I snag my keys up and decide to go to her house. I’ve dropped her off plenty of times but I’ve never gone inside. She’s still adamant about keeping our relationship a secret from her father. The closer it gets to graduation, the more eager I am for her to tell him. I hate secrets.
I quickly text Caleb.
Have you seen Olivia today?
She hasn’t been here all day. Last time I talked to her was at yesterday’s track meet. She seemed pale and shaky. Is everything okay?
Scrubbing my face, I tap out my reply.
It’s fine.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later when I pull up to her house, I’m elated to find her car parked in the drive. But since it’s a school day, I’m worried. Olivia never misses school. I pound and pound on the door but nobody answers. With a huff of frustration, I twist the knob and am happy to discover it’s unlocked. Her house is unfamiliar to me but I weave through the rooms until I find the stairs.
“Olivia,” I call out.
I storm up the stairs and push doors open left and right. When I open a door and recognize her scent, I shove through it. She’s curled up in the middle of the bed.
She is fucking pale.
“Baby,” I murmur as I crawl in beside her and sling my arm around her. “Are you sick?”
She nods and then whimpers. “I can’t move but I think I might throw up again.”
Worry washes over me. Her skin is pasty white and she is cool to the touch. I hate how weak she sounds.
“I’m taking you to the hospital,” I say as I scoop her light body into my arms.
She curls up against me but doesn’t respond which scares the ever living hell out of me. I storm downstairs and load her into the car. On the way to the hospital, I find Judge Rowe’s number and dial.
“Judge Rowe’s office,” an old lady chirps.
“I need to speak to Max,” I bark out.
Olivia whimpers and my hand instinctively reaches out to caress her thigh.
“Sir, he’s in court and—”
“I’m taking Olivia to the hospital. It’s an emergency,” I snap.
She changes her tone really quick. “I’ll get him on his cell.”
I’m in a zone as I carry her into the emergency room. Not long later, they’re wheeling her away from me on a gurney and asking me to wait until they’ve had a chance to assess her.
Twenty minutes later, Max comes storming in, terror in his eyes.
“What’s wrong? How is she?” he demands, running his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair.
“I don’t know.”
“Did she call you?” he asks, the stress in his expression aging him a bit.
“Yeah,” I lie. I don’t want to get into it that I’m fucking his daughter and have been for months. Not right now. “When I went to check on her, she was pale and lifeless.”
He scrubs at his hair. “Her mother, Anastasia, died of pancreatic cancer. So help me if my daughter...” he trails off as a strangled sound escapes him. My heart is thundering in my chest. God wouldn’t finally give me the perfect woman just to take her away, right?
I want to assure him—assure us both—that it’s nothing but I saw how weak and lethargic she was. She frankly scared the shit out of me. We’re both brooding some time later when a dark-haired older nurse comes striding over to us.
“Mr. Reynolds?”
I dart over to her but Max barks out behind me. “And I’m her father.”
“I’m Nurse Prince. Call me Judy,” she greets. “Miss Rowe was asking for Mr. Reynolds but you can come in too, sir.”
We fall into step behind her. I don’t miss the way Max keeps glaring my way. Normally, I might back off and let him deal with his daughter alone but I need to fucking see her to make sure she’s okay.
The nurse pushes past a curtain. Olivia is lying back in the bed with an IV attached to her arm. The usual rosy color in her cheeks has returned, thank fuck.
“Miles,” she croaks.
I clear my throat and gesture at her father. “Your dad is here too.”
She smiles at him. “Hi, Daddy.”
He takes her hand and kisses it. I’m dying to grab her other hand but I don’t want to fight with her father. I can’t let him find out like this. It was our plan to ease him into it one night over dinner and drinks. Not like this.
The nurse leaves and a moment later a doctor wearing a white lab coat strolls in. The guy is young and wears a cocky smirk. His name tag reads Dr. Allen. Something about him rubs me the wrong way.
“I have good and bad news,” he greets with a smile. “Which would you like first?”
“Bad news,” Max and I growl at the same time.
Unaffected, Dr. Allen sits on the end of the bed and pats Olivia’s foot. I want to rip his hand right from his body.
“Little Miss Track Star here was extremely dehydrated. She mentioned she had an all-day meet yesterday. Poor girl was in a near emergent state but we fixed her right up and got an IV going. This time tomorrow, after a full day of fluids, she’ll be back to normal.”
Max exhales heavily. “So she doesn’t have cancer?”
“Is she going to be okay?” I demand.
Dr. Allen smirks again and I decide right then I hate this cocky little shit. “You,” he points to Max, “must be the father.” Then he points at me. “And you must be the boyfriend.”
This time when Max and I growl, they’re for different reasons. He’s shooting me a death stare.
“Well, the good news is,” Dr. Allen says as he playfully punches my arm. “The baby is fine. At just over eight weeks, the fetus is extremely resilient to physiological changes in the mother.”
I glance over at Olivia. She must already know because her bottom lip trembles and her teary eyes plead with mine. Please don’t be mad. I can see it written all over her pretty face.
Mad?
Something that equates to fierce male pride thunders in my chest. It means I get to keep her. Forever.
“What?” Max hisses, dragging me back to reality. “Come again?”
Dr. Allen stands and holds his hands up in a defensive gesture. “You didn’t know. Ahhh. Sorry about that one, Miss Rowe. I assumed...”
She frowns, nervousness causing her hand to tremble as she reaches for her father. “Daddy—”
Max rises to his feet, chest heaving. “You.” He points at me as he bares his teeth.
“Sir,” I start before he cuts me off.
“Don’t you sir me. Who do you think you are touching my daughter—”
“Daddy!” Olivia cries out, the beeping on the machine she’s attached to going wild. “I love him.”
Max tears his murderous glare from me. His features soften as he stares as her sadly. “Oh, sweetheart. What have you done?”
Olivia, ever the brave girl, reaches for me. I go to her. How could I not? I lace my fingers together with hers and I ignore the hiss from her father.
“I love her too,” I say, my tone fierce. “I’m going to take care of her and our baby.”
Max trembles with rage. “You motherfuck—”
“Okay, boys,” Dr. Allen grumbles. “That’s enough. Don’t make me call security. Miss Rowe is going to need both of you. If you get kicked out, then she’ll have no one.”
Both Max and I sober up.
“Sir,” I bite out, my gaze meeting his furious one. “I. Will. Take. Care. Of. Her.”
His jaw clenches.
“Daddy,” Oliva murmurs, reaching for her father. “I’m sorry I was careless and got pregnant because that upsets you. But I’m not sorry for being with Miles. He’s been good to me from the start. He loves me.”
Max scrubs at his face. “Sweetheart, this isn’t how I wanted your story to go. You had potential for college and a future.”
She squeezes my hand but speaks softly to him. “This is my story and it goes the way I want it to go. I’m happy. That should account for something.”
His expression is pained. “That accounts for everything.”
“Then let me be happy,” she whispers.
Three months later...
“What about Ana?”
Olivia’s eyes widen and tears shimmer in them. “After my mother?”
I grin and palm her still-small belly. We found out today we were having a girl. I’ve been ecstatic as fuck. “I like Anastasia.”
“It’s beautiful.” She beams at me. “Ana. I love it.”
I lean forward and kiss her bare belly. When we hear voices downstairs though, she slides her shirt back down to cover herself. Seconds later it sounds like a herd of elephants running up the stairs.
Caleb and Jake.
They invade us like a couple of babbling monkeys. I love the excitement that lights up Caleb’s face. He’s thrilled to be an older brother. As he chatters with Olivia about the appointment today, I lie back on the bed and smile. Pride fills my chest. This is my family. Well, Jake doesn’t count, but he’s goofy and loves hard so I suppose he fits in with the rest of us. He’s good to my son which is all that matters.
“Right, Dad?” Caleb asks.
I lift a brow. “Hmmm?”
“She won’t be allowed to date until she’s forty.” His voice is fierce and protective. It makes me wonder when my boy turned into a man.
“Damn right.”
Olivia laughs. “Now you know how my dad feels.”
My stomach bottoms out. I’m still not kosher with her father but at least we’re speaking. He even went to the appointment with us to find out the sex. I caught him grinning when Olivia gave him the #1 Grandpa hat. He wore it with pride out of the hospital and strutted all the way to his beamer looking young as fuck and not even close to grandpa material.
“You’re different,” I argue.
Jake laughs and I flip him off.
“I’m sure she’ll say the same thing,” Olivia challenges with an arched brow.
“On that note, we’re leaving,” Caleb says with a laugh as he and Jake bolt. They know that when Olivia and I play fight, it ends up with me carrying her up to my room like a caveman and keeping her pinned to the bed until morning.
Our room.
Our bed.
It’s surreal that she’s moved in with me. I smile every time I see something new of hers taking up what used to be my lonesome space. Olivia fills the holes with light and love and joy.
“She’s never leaving,” I utter again, my sharp gaze trained on her as I start tugging at her shirt. She giggles when I toss away the garment and press kisses along her stomach.
“What if she says she’ll run away,” she asks.
“I’ll convert the cell room into her bedroom.”
She snorts and slaps at my head. Pregnant or not, my woman still loves to get kinky and use the special rooms so I know she won’t allow that to happen. “You will not.”
I smirk as I peel off her shorts and panties. Our argument continues until I’m sliding my cock inside her tight channel. She’s hot and throbbing and mine.
“I love you,” she breathes as I thrust hard into her. “So much.”
I nip at her lips, enjoying how sweet she always tastes. “I love you too, damsel.”
Her gaze darkens as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “I’m ready to get fucked hard, villain.”
Snagging her wrists, I pin them roughly to the bed and nearly come when her pussy clenches hard in response. “All you had to do was say so. You sure you can handle it?”
Her brow lifts and fuck is she ever sexy. “You sure you can handle it?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”