Convict

“I’m not the kind of girl that plans a wedding.”

“Well, you’ll be planning our wedding.” He stared down at the test. “I think we should take this.”

“Okay.” She reached out and took the box, noticing that her hand shook a little. “I’ll just go and check this.”

He didn’t leave her alone. He followed her up to the bathroom, but gave her privacy as she peed on the stick. Her heart hammered, and as they waited the time necessary, she felt … scared.

“Do you want kids?” she asked.

“Yes, I want all of them. I want to fill a house with them.”

She smiled. “I want them, too. I want lots of kids.”

“Good.”

The alarm on his watch beeped, and when she checked the answers and looked at the stick.

“I’m pregnant.”

Chapter Seven

Ryker kissed her. The woman of his dreams was going to have his child, and he fucking loved that. She was his in every single sense of the word.

Pulling her against him, he gripped her ass and felt complete. Since leaving her he’d felt empty, lost. Each day had been harder than the one before. Nighttime and mornings were the worst, as he lay in bed, staring at the empty space beside him, wanting her.

“You’re free?” she asked.

“Yes, I cleared my name.”

“Did you upload it onto social media?” she asked.

“No, I took it to my lawyer. I laid low as he got everything verified. He said that just because I handed it in, people would want to make sure that it’s legit. He asked me about what I’d been doing. There had been a search out for me, but they couldn’t find me and assumed I’d skipped the country some way.” It had been the longest few weeks of his life. His lawyer had put a rush on everything. “The moment he knew the tape was legit, he started the ball rolling.”

“Did you go back to jail?”

“They remanded me into custody while they completed their investigation. The tape was all the evidence they needed. My old boss is now going to have a nice time in jail. I reckon orange will bring out the murder in his eyes.”

“You’re free?”

“Yes, I’m free, and now I’m all yours.”

“Why did it take so long?”

“These things take time. My lawyer said it actually it went by rather quickly. He’s had cases like these that have lasted years.”

He pushed some of her hair off her shoulder. “The moment I was cleared, I came here, and of course you weren’t.”

He’d missed her smile, her scent, everything.

Leaning in close, he pressed his face against her neck, breathing her in. Kissing her neck, he felt her shiver.

“I want you, Scarlett. It has been too long.”

“Then take me, Ryker. I’m all yours.”

Lifting her up, he carried her over to the bed. She wrapped her legs around him and he followed her down, moving over her as he settled between her thighs.

She wore a long skirt, and she shoved it out of the way and placed his palm against her pussy. She cried out, and he relished the sound.

Tearing her panties from her body, he touched her soaking wet pussy, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her cunt squeeze him. This was what he wanted to come home to, and he’d not wanted to waste a moment.

As he pumped his digit in and out of her, his cock pulsed within his jeans. When touching her wasn’t enough, he moved down, taking her pussy with his mouth. He licked her clit, sliding down to fuck her with his tongue, before drawing it back up and sucking on her again. She screamed his name, and he was desperate for more. He didn’t want her to stop. She came on his face, shouting his name, and he smiled. Rearing back, he opened up his jeans. Easing his cock out of the tight confines of his clothing, he ran his fingers from the root up to the head then back down again. Pre-cum spilled out of the tip, and staring down at her pussy, he felt primal, ready to fuck. Not only that, he felt possessed with a need to claim her, to make her his once again.

She carried his child, and now wore his ring.

He wanted the world to know that she belonged to him.

Taking her lips, he slid his cock between her slit, bumping her clit as he coated his cock in her cream.

When he was slick once again, he eased the tip inside her. It had been too long, and he didn’t wait for her to get accustomed to him. Holding onto her hip, he slammed to the hilt, feeling every ripple, every pulse, and relishing her moan.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”

“I’m not going to leave you again. Where I go, you’ll go.” It was safe now.

Pulling out of her tight heat, he slammed inside her, going to the hilt once again. His name was a constant moan as it came from her lips, and he made love to her. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he fucked her hard, the bed hitting the wall with the force of their thrusts.