Elle
I stared deep in his eyes as I rode him, our bodies united as one. His beard brushed against my cheek, sending chills down my spine. His hands moved up and down my hips, stroking my skin with those rough hands.
It didn’t take long for me to reach climax, my entire body tightening around him, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came.
“Yes, yes, cum for me, baby,” he whispered into my ear, his breath warm against my flesh.
He knew my body well; he knew I was orgasming without me even telling him. And from the look on his face, he enjoyed it as much as he did his own, doing everything he could to extend it – to make it last as long as possible.
And once my orgasm ended, I collapsed on top of him, but Jeremiah wasn’t done with me. No, I never just came once with him. He always made sure I came multiple times. No man had treated me to so many in one session, but Jeremiah wasn’t like most men. I’d known that my entire life, and now I witnessed it for myself.
He rolled us over, hovering above me on the couch. He slipped his cock free from my pussy and moved down my body, kissing every inch of my belly. Soon, my belly would be growing, no longer flat but full with his child.
He kissed it lovingly, and I thought I might melt.
Then he moved lower, spread my thighs open, and kissed me in my most intimate spot. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy, licking up all the juices from my orgasm. I was so wet, and he was only making me wetter.
“Oh God,” I cried as he teased my clit. “Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.”
He kept at it, my hands in his hair, pulling him to me as I came for a second time – my body spasming and writhing underneath him, nearly taking us both off the couch. My thighs quivered until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Yanking his hair, I pulled him back up to me. He situated us so I was lying flat and he was hovering above me again. He thrust into me, our bodies crashing together once more. It felt so natural, so perfect, as if we were always meant to be together.
Jeremiah fucked me with desperation. His face contorted and twisted in a look of pleasure as he buried himself inside me over and over again.
He held onto the arm of the couch and thrust into me one last time – burying his shaft as deep as it would possibly go. A deep growl escaped his chest as I felt him cumming inside me.
And I came too, thinking about how he’d filled me with his seed and impregnated me. It was the sexiest, most intimate feeling in the world – being with the man who had given me a child, knowing that he loved me and would care for me.
Jeremiah collapsed on top of me, hardly holding himself up. We were as close as two people could be.
He stared deep into my eyes. “I love you, Elle. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Jeremiah.”
He kissed me then slipped his deflated cock out of me.
“Please tell me you’re staying the night,” he said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Ooo000ooo
I awoke to the sound of Jeremiah’s phone. I knew we had to be up early for the trial. I assumed it was his alarm, but heard Jeremiah mutter, “Give me a second.”
I rolled over and found Jeremiah climbing from bed, talking on the phone. “Yeah, yeah, I can be there,” he said. He hung up and placed the phone on the end table beside the bed.
“Who was it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“It’s Sam. Says he wants to meet before the trial this morning. He has some news.”
Jeremiah looked at me, and I could tell he was worried. I was too. “Did he say if the news was good or bad?”
“I didn’t ask him. I assume it has to be bad. I haven’t had good news in a while.”
I rolled over to the edge of the bed and reached for him. Jeremiah dropped to his knees to be at my level. He kissed the tip of my nose, then my forehead, then my lips.
“Whatever happens, we will get through it,” I whispered.
“I hope so, Elle,” he said softly. “I need to get ready.”
“I’m going with you,” I announced, flipping my legs around until I was sitting.
Jeremiah didn’t argue. I guess he’d finally learned it was useless to argue with me. Or maybe he didn’t want to be alone. Either way, I was going with him.
I helped him feed the babies, and we sat mostly in silence – worried about the fate today would bring. Perhaps there’d be more charges for Lauren’s death – even though I knew Jeremiah didn’t kill her. I’d go to the police with what I knew. I’d also head over to Dr. Hammond’s office and see if he’d go with me. I made these plans in my head as we hurried through the rest of the morning routine.
God, when we have three, it will be even harder, I thought. But we’d make do.
We got the girls buckled in Jeremiah’s truck and headed toward town.
I took his hand. “It’s going to be okay.”
“I sure hope so.”
I noticed he glanced in the rear-view mirror a few times, watching something in it. I turned around and saw a black car on our tail. Frowning, I said, “What a jerk.”
Jeremiah didn’t say anything, he just kept checking the mirror, both hands firmly on the wheel. “Hold on,” he said. “I’m going to pull over and let them pass.”
He pulled over to the side of the narrow road, and we waited. No car passed. I was about to turn back around to check what was happening, but Jeremiah slammed on the gas and sped off. “What’s going on?” “It’s Alex,” he said.
“How do you know?” I looked behind me, and the black car was back on our ass, and I noticed the license plates. RenRox.
Shit.
Lauren was dead. It couldn’t be her.
“What’s he doing?”
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, it isn’t good. We need to get into town,” Jeremiah said. “I’m heading to the police station.”
We had to get to the end of this road, then head onto the main stretch. It was about two miles after that. Not too far, but with a crazed man on our ass, it felt like an eternity.
The streets were white with a fresh layer of snow too. If things weren’t bad enough, the roads weren’t clear.
The girls must have sensed our tension; they both started screaming at the top of their lungs. Jeremiah clenched the wheel tightly, reminded that it wasn’t just the two of us at risk here – but our children. He turned onto the main road, and the car was right on our heels. He continued speeding down the road when there was a loud pop followed by another.
“Shit,” he cursed, zigzagging the vehicle.
“What is it? What are you doing?”
“He’s shooting at our tires.”
Another large pop, much bigger than the others, and the truck swerved uncontrollably. I thought he might have succeeded in hitting our tire. A loud rubbing sound followed, of metal on pavement, but Jeremiah didn’t stop.
We could see the lights of town in the distance. We were so close.
Jeremiah straightened the truck and continued toward town. We couldn’t stop. Because if we did, we had a pretty good idea of what fate awaited us.
The same as Lauren’s.
The same as James’.
But we had more to lose: the girls and the child inside me. Jeremiah drove like his life depended on it, and once we were within city limits, I thought Alex might drive off.
But he didn’t. He pulled into the police station with us.
“Shit, is he crazy?” Jeremiah muttered.
A sheriff’s deputy was getting out of a car when we pulled in. I knew the guy; his name was Henry. Jeremiah pulled the truck up beside Henry and was about to get out when another loud explosion rocked through the air.
“Jesus, don’t look,” Jeremiah said, pushing my head down below the windows.
“What? What happened?”
“He shot Henry.” Shit.
My heart raced. Alex was clearly unhinged if he shot a cop in broad daylight.
“Come on out,” Alex shouted, taunting us. “I’ve got nothing else to lose. Might as well finish the job myself.”
I looked at Jeremiah. “What’s he-”
“I don’t know, but there’s bound to be cops. We’re at-”
Gunshots rang out around us. Glass shattered as our windows exploded. The girls screamed, and I feared the glass, or worse, a stray bullet, would hurt them.
Jeremiah yelled, “Stay down!” and climbed into the back with them, literally shielding their little bodies with his.
I did as I was told and stayed down. The window nearest me exploded, and I screamed as my shoulder screamed in pain and blood began to flow.
Lots of blood.
And then silence, except for the girl’s crying.
No more gunshots. Nothing.
Jeremiah raised his head and looked out the back window. I was scared for him, afraid he might get shot – but he said, “Alex is down. Teddy’s guys got him.” He turned back toward me and saw the blood. “Jesus, Elle!”
“I think-I think I’ve been shot.”