Eleven

 

LUCAS

One week later . . .

 

“Lucas,” Cara calls when she opens the door. “I’m home. Where are you and what’s so urgent?”

I’m standing in the dining room, waiting for her to come find me.

It’s been one week since the night I made her mine, and we haven’t had a chance to do anything other than work and fuck.

For seven days now we’ve had our life on repeat. Wake, eat, work, eat, fuck, shower, bed.

Which cut into my Operation Mine plans; to romance her and make her fall in love with me.

Just like I’ve fallen for her.

Halfway through the day, I decided I'd enough and planned a special date night.

The only caveat . . . we’re staying home.

If I’m going out of my way to spend time with my girl, I'm going to do it alone without having to worry about any other man out there staring at her. Every time I see it, I just want to bend her over and mark her all over again so that maybe my scent would be so strong that every mother fucker out there will know she’s taken.

She’ll smell like me.

“What’s this?” Cara’s whisper brings me out of my thoughts. She takes in the table that’s set for a four-course meal with a bouquet of her favorite flowers, white roses, placed in the center surrounded by low-lit candles. I dimmed the lights to give it a romantic glow. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles softly.

“Is someone coming over?”

“No, mia. This is date night for us. It’s been one week since our last one.” I wave her over to me.

The moment her hand hits mine, I draw her into me and press my lips to hers. I’m not able to go without at a taste of her for long when she’s in my presence. It's been a few hours since I had my last fill.

I slide my tongue in between her parted lips and begin to fuck her mouth, showing her what I’ll be doing to her pussy later tonight with my cock.

“Lucas, I need you,” she groans after we break apart for some much-needed air.

“Dinner first, mia. Then your pussy next,” I growl into her ear. I nip her lobe before gently pushing her away, and holding out her chair.

“Since you now see what I’ve been doing this morning, how was yours?” I ask. I take a seat next to her after I plate our food.

As she tells me about her morning, and the displays she created for the front of the store, it becomes clear to me how perfect the job is for her. She’s animated, and the happiness is shining bright in her eyes.

The day after our day date, I ended up meeting with Xander when he flew in to personally make sure security was at its best. I also set up with him to have a bodyguard with Cara anytime I wasn’t able to be with her, which, isn’t very often. She didn’t care too much about having a guard with her, but the ass spanking showed her that I take her safety seriously.

However, an hour later we were in another about her not really needing to be at the store if it wasn’t going to be open for a week while I made changes. Thinking quickly, I told her I needed her input on the design and layout.

The squeal that came out of her was one I wasn’t expecting. She started rattling on about displays and how to make it classier. All I kept thinking was, thank God she likes something that will keep her off the floor in front of other men.

Now as I listen to her tell me all about . . . well I’m not sure what, but watching her is making me realize just how much she’s in her element. Just how much she actually loves doing the layout and displays for the store.

I wonder if she could have someone run her dad’s businesses in her place.

If I can get that done, then I can offer her this job permanently. She can work from home and only come in on off hours to set them up.

It’s perfect for when we have a baby as well.

That thought reminds me that we haven’t used a condom at any point since I took her virginity.

“When’s your period due?” I ask when I realize she quit talking and is staring at me expectantly.

“I ask you if you like the idea of a wedding night display, and you answer by asking me when I’m going to bleed like a stuffed pig in a Hawaiian luau,” she deadpans, and I burst out laughing.

“Hawaiian luau, huh?” I chuckle. “How do you know how much a stuffed pig bleeds? And that it’s the same amount you do each month? Please, tell me, I'm dying to hear this.”

“I don’t, you jerk,” she retorts, while tossing her napkin at me. “You missed the point of me saying something ridiculous like that. You apparently weren’t listening to me, so instead of boring you with my work talk, I’ll answer your question. I just had my period three weeks ago. But I only get it like three times a year since I’m on the birth control shot that I get once every three months. It fucks with my cycles. I have a month until I get my next scheduled dose.”

My gut clenches at the thought of her on birth control.

And one that she gets every three months.

Which means she isn’t pregnant right now.

“Don’t get the next shot,” I order, then stand up, storm over to her and throw her over my shoulder.

“Are you fucking crazy right now, Lucas? If I get off the shot, there’s a big chance I’ll get pregnant since you have yet to wear a condom. And then what will happen? I’ll tell you what, I’ll be screwed. It would mean having my child out of wedlock, which by the way I don’t want that. I want what my parents had, marriage then babies. It also means I can’t take over my dad’s businesses. I’ll have to get someone to work in my place, as I know how I am. The moment I see my baby’s face I’m going to want to stay at home and raise my child instead of hiring someone else to do it.” Her fists beat at my back as I make my way to our bedroom.

“Good. Glad we’re on the same page. No. Shot.” I slap her ass with each word making sure she understands that she won’t be getting that damn thing.

“And as far as having our baby out of wedlock,” I toss her onto the bed then land gently on top of her. “We’ll be getting married as soon as I can get you to agree to it. So, no, you will not be having our baby out of wedlock. And I agree with you staying home to raise our babies would be much better than a nanny.”

Before she can stop me, I strip our clothing off, climb up her body, and settle myself between her thighs.

“You, pregnant and tied to me in every way possible is exactly what I want. No, it isn’t what I want; it’s what I need to survive,” I whisper into her ear right before I plunge deep inside her.

She’s so tight around my cock. My hips thrust harder into her. After a few minutes of her squeezing the life out of me, I slow down. If I keep at the pace I’m going now, then I know I won’t last. I need to concentrate on using this moment to get what I want.

Her changing her mind.

Leaning back, I stare into her eyes as the confusion starts to swirl over why my hips are barely dragging my cock in and out of her.

“Why are you slowing down? I don’t want slow. I need it hard,” she whimpers.

“Say you want it, mia,” I groan out. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please.”

“Say it, Cara.” My hand makes its way down her body and I slowly circle her clit.

“Lucas,” she moans. “I want to graduate college first.”

“Fine, the moment you graduate, you’re mine to marry and bury my seed into.” My hips create a staccato rhythm as I punctuate each word I say. “Off. The. Shot. Now.”

Knowing that I have four weeks left before I can have my ring and baby in her, has my hips going faster. Tingles begin to shock my body as they flow down my spine and I pinch her clit causing her just enough pain to come hard on my cock.

“So good, mia. So fucking . . . yes. Fuck!” my screams echo around the room as I come deep inside her.

Her pussy pulses around me, pulling each jet of cum out of me. Like it knew I was wanting her pregnant.

“Jesus, what was that?” she pants after I finally stop twitching inside her.

“It’s me knowing I have four weeks left.”

“Wait, you think I meant when I was finished with school? No, I meant when I walk across the stage.”

“I’m not waiting until your ceremony. Fuck that. No, we’ll be getting married in a month and you will not be getting that next shot.” I flip her onto all fours and slap her ass for even considering waiting. “Mia. Four weeks is all you're getting out of me.”

“Lucas!”

“Don’t start. Now, stay just like that why I remind you why we should be getting married in the next four weeks. One being that I can’t wait to be balls deep in you while screaming out that you’re my wife.” It's the only warning she gets before I shove my cock back inside her.

Her ass is pink from my hand prints, and I can’t help but imagine what she’d look like having not only them, but my mark on her neck, my rings on her finger, and my baby in her belly.

The moment the vision enters my mind, I begin to fuck her like a man possessed.

“Fuck yeah, that’s going to happen and soon if I have my way,” I quietly whisper, bending over and biting her neck.

And I plan on just that, it going my way.

 

 

Buzzz. Buzzz.

Groggily, I bring my phone close to my face. The moment I see the caller I slowly make my way out of the bed, across the room and to my office.

“Xander it’s three in the morning. This better be good to take me away from my woman while we’re napping for the second time tonight,” I growl into the phone.

“What, scared you won’t be able to perform without rest there, old man?” he goads me. “I can tell you some—”

“Xander, don’t even go there,” a woman’s voice calls out. “I don’t see you bouncing back so fast as you get older.”

“Baby, do I need to remind you—”

“Xander, you can fuck your wife after you tell me what’s so important you needed to call me in the middle of the night, taking me away from my soon to be wife,” I snap.

“Shit, congrats man.” He takes a deep breath and a grin pulls at my lips at his congratulations. I don’t correct him either. She agreed to marry me and I’m not going to call her anything other than my wife. Even if she doesn’t have my ring on her finger, yet.

I need to go ring shopping.

“One of my guys that was going through the videos called. About three weeks ago, the Mexican mafia was scooping out the shop. However, they haven’t been back since that night. We thought it was nothing until we went over the videos from the cameras we put up around your neighborhoods. They’ve been spotted at your place, and Cara’s. Based on that finding, I decided to send in another guy to help with surveillance. I suggest you call your intel guy and see if he knows anything yet,” he states and my stomach drops.

“Thanks, X. When you get a moment, send me the info on the guy you're sending me so I can alert Cara of a new face.”

“Will do. Call me when you know something. Now, baby, you were saying . . .” he says before hanging up.

My head thumps against the back of the couch in my office as I bang it against the cushion behind my head. I was hoping that it was a misunderstanding since we haven’t seen them since the attempted burglary, but apparently it wasn’t.

Grabbing my phone again, I quickly find the person I need to call.

“Yes, cerdo,”—pig— “What can I do for you?” Roman’s voice greets me.

“So they stopped staking out the shop this past week, but they’re now all over Cara and my neighborhoods. Tell me you have answers,” I demand.

“We’re close to finding the answers we need. Just up security on both yourself and Cara. I’m unsure if they’re after her or  you,” his voice is like a robot letting me know that he isn’t alone right now.

“That’s not good enough,” I yell, then look toward the door, holding my breath hoping I didn’t wake her. After a moment of silence, I continue at a lower volume. “I need to know what your family knows about my part in the blow up. Like I said, Roman, I’m not an agent anymore. I don’t have to play by the rules.”

“Espero que no sea una amenaza, ¿correcto, amigo?” he responds in a tone that screams deadly. My mind quickly switches to Spanish and I translate his question, I'm hoping that isn't a threat, correct, my friend?

“Por supuesto que no, amigo. Ahora, dime quién me sigue,” Of course not, buddy. Now, tell me who's after me, I snap.

He takes a deep breath. “Mi vida, Dame un momento. Necesito hablar en privado. Regresaré en un minuto para cuidarte. Hasta entonces, sin tocar.” My life, give me a moment. I need to speak in private. I'll be back in a minute to take care of you. Until then, no touching.

The sound of a female moan coming through the phone has me cringing.

“Of course, Rome. Take your time.”

My mouth opens in shock when I recognize the voice.

“Please tell me I didn’t just hear Brittany in the background,” I already know it's her, but can't help getting the confirmation.

“Remember, amigo . . . you don’t play by the rules anymore. This topic is included in that as well,” his threat is evident in his tone. “Now, none of the familia knows about you. I think this is a lower level drug dealer in the organization. Honestly, my opinion is if he knows anything, it’s that we might have met for coffee a few times. However, he’ll have to be taken care of soon. I just need proof of what he knows and who he's told before anything can be done. Now, I suggest you get back to your woman and I’ll get back to mine. And when I know more, you’ll be the first I call.”

My eyes clench in frustration.

“Oh, and Lucas, remember what I said. I don’t want to repeat myself.” Before I can open my mouth in a reply, I hear the soft click telling me that he hung up the phone.

I’m still clueless as to what they actually want. Is it me and my past? Or are they really after her so they can sell her?

 

One month later . . .

 

“When are you planning to pop the question?” Macy murmurs while looking down at the rings that are placed in front of us. “None of these seem like Cara to me.”

She’s right none of these do and it’s beginning to piss me off. I need something classic, yet unique and yet has to be big enough to scream that she’s taken.

And so far, nothing has fit that description.

“Tomorrow, I plan to ask her to marry me after she finishes her last final.”

“And you think she’ll say yes?” Macy asks as she picks up another ring before scrunching up her nose and putting it back down.

“She already agreed to it four weeks ago. I just haven’t been able to find the perfect ring for her.” I browse the other counter, looking down into the glass hoping something will catch my attention. “She wasn’t happy about it at first, but I changed her mind.”

“I don’t even want to know how you did that,” Macy giggles, moving back to Rhys's side.

“Angel, he does it the same exact way I do it with you.”

“And how would you know? Is it a universal thing that all men do?”

“Yes,” Rhys, the store associate helping us and myself all answer in unison.

“I will say, that girl has really come out of her shell and holds nothing back now that she’s with you. The things she now just blurts out shocks me or has me in a fit of laughter. It isn’t something I'd picture her saying,” Rhys adds.

He’s right. I’ve laughed more since she came into my life than I ever did before.

“How about this one?” The jeweler pulls out a vintage looking ring that has to be about three karats on a platinum band, but it’s the color of the diamond that’s drawing me into it.

“That color is very unique,” I murmur as I pick it up. “I didn’t know they even came in this color.”

“Yes, sir. Blue diamonds are very rare. This one is from an older couple who both passed away a few weeks ago. They brought it in about three months ago when they both were diagnosed with cancer that was incurable. At first, I thought they just told me some lie to make me raise the offer I gave them for it. Which, yeah, I ended up doing. However, every time I went to sell it I kept thinking back to how the woman asked me to only sell it to someone who’s madly in love with his girl like the old man was with her, and I’d end up putting it back. Each time it just didn’t feel right. But now, it feels right.”

“Are you shitting us or telling us the truth?” Rhys straight out asks the question that’s running around in my head.

“I didn’t believe it until I read it in the paper. They both were diagnosed with two different types of cancer, but both in stage four with no cure in sight. They died two days apart. I swear it sounds like a load of crap but if you would like, I’ll show you the article that has the story and their image in it, along with the picture I took of the couple with the ring.”

My eyes go back to the ring in my hand and it hits me just how right he is.

I do love her with everything in me.

“It reminds me of her eyes. So beautiful,” Macy murmurs as she stares at the ring.

“I’ll take it. Can you engrave mia on the inside as well?”

“Absolutely, it will just take an hour.” He hands me a piece of paper for me to write what I want on the inside. “Very well, let me just get it engraved, cleaned, and packaged up. Return in about an hour and it should be ready for you to pick up.” He gently takes it back.

“You have told her you loved her, haven’t you?” Macy asks, causing my head to turn toward her as we walk out of the store.

“Tonight,” is all I can say.

She’s right, I haven’t told her those three words yet.

But tonight it will happen.