Xander

Sitting in a van outside the premiere for Ewan’s newest movie, my eyes were glued to the monitor, specifically to his hand on my woman’s lower back. If it dropped another inch lower, he was going to have to learn to live without the appendage.

Calista looked fucking gorgeous in her sleeveless, blood-red dress that hugged her body until the skirt flowed out from the knees down. Her long hair was swept up into a twist at the back of her neck, and her red-tipped feet peeked out from under the skirt as she walked, showing off sexy, glittery stilettos. I couldn’t wait to rip that dress off her later that night and fuck her in nothing but those heels.

It irritated the fuck out of me that it wasn’t my arm she was holding onto while looking so fuckable. I wasn’t sure how the fuck she talked me into letting her take the job playing another man’s girlfriend. It had been two weeks of keeping the fact that she lived with me a secret, hiding our relationship in public, all the things I’d sworn I wouldn’t do. I should have put a fucking ring on her finger the day she moved in with me, I thought grumpily.

In order to survive the job, without murdering Ewan, I focused on the light at the end of the tunnel. I’d be walking into it tomorrow. We had an appointment for a blood test to determine whether Calista was pregnant. I didn’t know precisely why, but my instincts were confident that it would be positive. I might have been worried about her reaction, especially since it meant a vast change in her responsibilities at Gray Security, but whenever I brought it up, her face softened and her lips tipped up into a tiny smile.

She played the game well, but in the short time since we’d met, I already knew her better than anyone and her poker face was non-existent to me. And, it was obvious, even if she hadn’t recognized it yet, that she wanted this as much as I did. It was just an extra perk that she wouldn’t be able to guard pretty-boy any longer.

My team had been surprised when I showed up for surveillance duty at the event. I was very selective about the jobs I handled personally and staking out in the van was a rarity. But, as the night went on and I got more and more tense at the sight of Ewan touching my woman, their knowing looks told me they’d heard the rumors about Calista and me.

I supposed it was a good thing they recognized it because when Ewan had briefly kissed Calista’s lips while being interviewed by the press, they held me back from jumping out of the vehicle and knocking out several of his perfect, white teeth. Calista kept her cool like the professional she was, but I was slightly mollified by the tinge of pink on her cheeks. To the rest of the world, if they noticed it at all, it would look like she was blushing. The truth was, it was a flush from aggravation. She was not happy with his actions either.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make damn sure she knew who she fucking belonged to when we got home.

My anger continued to boil, not at her, but at the situation. Still, it fueled my need to prove she was mine. Riding home separately only made it worse, and by the time her limo drove through the gate and up the long driveway to our home, I was bounding down the front steps. I wrenched open the car door before the driver could even exit the vehicle and bent so I could reach in and slide an arm around her waist. I dragged her out and lifted her into my arms, stalking inside without a word.

“Thanks, Pete,” she yelled. Then she smacked my arm as I kicked the door shut and set her down. “That was rude, Xander.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I growled as I shoved her skirt up and lifted her so her legs were around my waist, pressing her back into an entry way wall. “I can’t fucking handle much more of this, baby. I don’t want him touching you.” Grinding into her, I yanked the bodice of her dress down, and her tits spilled out. She gasped when I bit one of her hard, pink nipples. Then I kissed my way up the column of her throat and right before I took her lips, I whispered harshly, “If that fucker puts his mouth on you one more time, I’m going to make him disappear, and no one will ever find his body.”

Using my hips as leverage, both of my hands toyed with Calista’s tits while my tongue plundered her mouth. But, I needed more so I gripped her ass and, never losing the connection of our kiss, I made my way to our bedroom. Once I reached the bed, I unceremoniously tossed her on to it, ripped my shirt over my head, and crawled over her on my hands and knees, caging her in.

Her fingers traced my tattoos, and she flicked each nipple ring. It was hot as fuck. I ran my hand through the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, and down to cup her pussy. “This is mine,” I growled, dipping a finger under her panties and inside her before groaning. “So wet.”

My patience was in short supply, and I wanted to see all of her, so I took hold of her dress where it was bunched under her tits and wrenched it hard. I only meant to pull it off but it tore right down the middle, allowing me to part the fabric and leave her naked but for her tiny black thong. I scrambled down to settle between her legs.

“Xander!” Calista gasped. “That was ex—oh, fuck!” She broke off with a cry of pleasure as I ripped her thong away and latched my lips onto her tight, swollen little clit.

I worked her through a fast, explosive orgasm, lapping at all of the juice rushing into my mouth as she came. “Mine,” I grunted, barely aware that I’d reverted to a full-on Neanderthal.

Quickly, I flipped her over and tugged her up onto her hands and knees. With one hand on her throat and another cupping one breast, I straightened her so her back was against my chest. A lick around the shell of her ear made her shudder, and I bit the lobe lightly before asking, “Who do you belong to, baby?”

“I’m yours, Xander,” she whimpered as she squirmed and arched her tit further into my palm.

“Damn fucking straight you’re mine.”

Pushing her gently back down, I practically ripped open my jeans to release my throbbing cock. The pale globes of her ass were almost glowing in the moonlight streaming in from the skylight above us. I was riveted to the sight as I gripped her hips and slammed inside her, bottoming out in one thrust. Calista cried out my name and her muscles immediately clamped down on my shaft.

“Tell me again,” I demanded. She didn’t answer right away and my hand rose and came down hard on one white cheek, leaving a pretty, pink handprint on the blank canvas. Calista sucked in a breath, and I waited to gauge her reaction. A shiver wracked her body, and I spanked her other cheek to see if it elicited the same response. This time, she also whimpered, the sound thick with passion. “Tell me, Calista.”

“I’m yours,” she panted.

Leaning over her, I palmed her tits and began to move, thrusting in and out. I twisted and plucked at her nipples, knowing how it drove her wild, but soon, the pace wasn’t enough and I had to let them go. I straightened up on my knees and clasped her firmly in my hands, holding her still so I could begin to speed up, going faster and harder until I was pounding into her with wild strokes. Lifting one leg, I braced myself on the sole of my foot to change the angle, hitting the perfect spot inside her. Her cries had turned to screams, and I slapped her ass once more, loving the sound of her calling out my name.

“Mine,” I shouted as my balls drew up, my cock swelling to its breaking point. “Fuck, baby! Fuck!”

Gliding a hand from her hip down to the front of her pussy, I slammed in hard just as I pinched the sensitive nub between her legs. She screamed long and loud, before chanting my name and it threw me right over the edge with her.

When our orgasms calmed to aftershocks, I collapsed on her, staying buried deep, but careful to keep my weight from crushing her. I nipped at her neck and whispered, “Mine.”

* * *

“Ms. Lewis,” chirped the small, yellow-haired pixie in a white lab coat. “How are you today?” The embroidered pocket read, Dr. Lennon, but I had my doubts that she wasn’t a child pretending to be a grown-up. My eyes narrowed, and I opened my mouth but shut it when I felt a hard pinch on my thigh. I glanced incredulously at Calista, who was sitting on the exam table beside me.

“Did you just pinch me?” I asked quietly.

“I saw the look on your face, and you were about to say something rude,” she snapped, her voice equally low. “Don’t you think I did my homework, Xander? She looks young because she was only twenty when she graduated from medical school. As valedictorian, I might add. She’s fucking brilliant, and I was lucky enough to have the connections to become a patient of hers. Now, go against all of your macho instincts and sit there quietly like a good boy. If you do, I’ll give you a treat later.” Her voice was smug at the end.

I leaned in close and bit her lobe, causing a tiny gasp. “You’re just begging for a spanking, baby. And, you better be prepared to pay up on that treat. I suggest you start picturing my cock as your favorite sucking candy.” Calista pressed her lips into a straight line, but her dark eyes twinkled with humor and lust.

“Okay, Ms. Lewis, I have a preliminary result from your urine test, but we’ll take some blood to confirm and call you with the results in a few hours.” She smiled brightly at her, and then her blue eyes focused on me. “Are you okay with your boyfriend being in here while we discuss your results?”

“Fiancé.” Uh, it just sort of slipped out.

“Yes, he can—wait, what?” Calista sputtered at the same time. “Fiancé?”

Dr. Lennon glanced back and forth between us for a second, then settled on me. “You’re the father, I presume?”

“Father?” I shot to my feet and swept Calista up into my arms, hugging her tightly. “I fucking knew my boys would get the job done.”

Calista laughed, with a slightly hysterical edge, and poked me in the shoulder. “Put me down, you lunatic.” I ignored her and plopped my ass down on the exam table, keeping her in my lap. I was going to be a fucking daddy.