The Virgin's Guardian

“Good.” She nodded happily. “Then you won’t complain when I ask you to start your ongoing training sooner rather than later. You’re required to obtain thirty-six hours of it during the first three years. Since I have my doubts about your pre-service training, I think it would be best for you to get some of those hours in before Felicity ages out of the system and leaves your home.”

“I’ll make arrangements to start next week,” he assured her.

It wasn’t long before she left. Probably only another five minutes, but it still felt like forever. I peered through the decorative window next to the door, waiting until I saw her car pull down the driveway. When the gates closed behind her, I heaved a deep sigh of relief.

“Were you just saying that to make her shut up? Or are you actually going to take one of those classes?” I asked, trying to picture him sitting in one of them with all of the other foster parents.

“Of course I’ll take the class. There’s no way in hell I’m going to give her a reason to try to take you away from me. We only have to bide our time for a couple more months. Then, you’ll turn eighteen—”

“And I’ll fall off her books. She’ll be so busy with other kids that she won’t worry about me.”

“Exactly,” he purred in satisfaction.

No wonder he was a billionaire. He was a bit of an evil genius, after all.

Chapter 7

Harrison

I pulled a plastic container from the refrigerator and set it on the counter. The amount of food my chef prepared and left for me was dwindling lately. Felicity liked to cook, and I was more than happy to indulge her. Even if her food wasn’t absolutely delicious, which it was, I would have suffered through it just to see her smile.

However, my chef made one hell of a quiche and Felicity loved it. Lately, she hadn’t been able to get enough of it, so I’d had plenty of extra made.

I’d been relieved when Felicity started eating more, putting a little meat on her bones. She’d been malnourished at her previous residences, and it made me feel murderous. But, I focused on the fact that she was with me now. And, fuck, the new curves she was sporting were hot as hell. Her tits were a little bigger, her hips a little rounder, and her ass was just begging me to smack it while I fucked her from behind.

Shit.

Thoughts like that were keeping me on edge and in a constant state of hardness. Waiting eight more weeks until her birthday was going to be a special kind of hell.

I adjusted myself in my pants and shook my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. Concentrating on breakfast helped to take my mind off it. I put the egg dish in the oven and poured Felicity a glass of milk. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see she was running a little behind her morning schedule. Felicity hated being late and was usually at least ten minutes early to everything.

Just then, she trudged into the kitchen and I frowned at the paleness of her skin. She climbed onto a stool at the large island. I rounded the granite barrier and turned her so I could stand between her legs. Cupping her cheeks, I searched her face as I asked, “Honey? Are you all right?” I was relieved she didn’t appear to be running a fever, but she still looked ill.

“Just feeling a little off this morning,” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her left cheek into my hand. The oven beeped, indicating her breakfast was done.

“Are you sure?” She nodded, and I reluctantly let her go to walk over to the double oven in the wall near the back sink. I grabbed a pair of black pot holders and removed the quiche, setting it on the counter. I watched her carefully as I set a slice on a plate and pushed it towards her.

She smiled. “Thanks.” Lifting the fork I’d set out for her, she took a bite. I was just about to serve myself when she slammed a hand over her mouth and bolted from the room.

I ran after her, finding her in the hall bathroom just as she dropped to her knees and tossed the contents of her stomach.

I pulled her hair away from her face and rubbed her back as she heaved a few more times. When it appeared she was done, I gathered her into my arms, lifted her as I stood, and settled her onto the counter. After snatching a cloth from a nearby shelf, I ran it under cool water and swiped it gently all over face and the back of her neck.

“I’m taking you to the doctor,” I told her as I handed her small cup of water to rinse her mouth.

“No, I’m fine. Really,” she argued weakly. “I already feel better. I probably just ate something that wasn’t good last night.”

My brows furrowed in frustration. We’d eaten out but hadn’t had the same meal, so it was possible she was right. Still, it didn’t sit well with me. “We’ll let the doctor be the judge of that.”

Felicity placed a hand on my forearm and looked at me pleadingly. “No, Harrison. Please. I don’t want to draw any attention to myself. If you take me to the doctor, Ms. Jenson is bound to use it as leverage to cause problems.”

She cupped my face, the way I’d done to her earlier. “I’m feeling much better, really.”

I sighed, not happy with the situation, but giving in because I hated to upset her further. “Fine. But, if it persists, I’m taking you to the doctor.”

I had to admit, her color had returned and it made me feel a little better about the decision. Helping her off the counter, I brushed my lips over her forehead, pleased that it was no longer clammy. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth and grab your stuff, honey? I’ll make you some toast, and you can eat it in the car on the way to school.”

She smiled brightly and nodded before hopping off the counter.

After three more days of this, in which she somehow convinced me to hold off going to the doctor, I started to suspect it was something neither of us had considered.

I stopped by a drug store on my way to pick her up from school. Then when we arrived home, I handed her the bag. “Will you do me a favor and take this, honey?” I asked.

She looked into the bag, and her face paled. “I’m not pregnant,” she denied with an emphatic shake of her head.

I smiled softly at her and lifted her chin so I could see her face. “Just humor me, honey. Okay?”

Honestly, I had no doubt she was pregnant. While I knew it presented challenges at this stage in our relationship, I was over the fucking moon.

Felicity backed up, and her eyebrows descended over her violet eyes which were dancing around nervously. “Um…I…” she spun around and dashed up the stairs. I couldn’t help grinning proudly as I sauntered up after her. It looked like I’d knocked her up the first time we’d fucked.

Three minutes and change later, Felicity was staring open mouthed at the white stick flashing “pregnant” in the little window.

My eyes swept over her body, lingering on her stomach. I couldn’t fucking wait to see her round and plump with our baby. The image brought my cock roaring to life, and I shuddered at the wave of lust that crashed over me.

I made a valiant effort to rein in my desire, but it was no use. Knowing I’d knocked up my woman, seeing her sexy body already changing, I couldn’t fight the need to claim her once more.

Lunging forward, I swept her into my embrace and crashed my mouth down over hers. Her hands immediately circled my neck and when I boosted her up with my hands under her ass, her legs locked around my hips. “You have no idea how fucking sexy it is to know you have my seed growing deep inside you, honey,” I growled once I’d torn my lips from hers. I was about to lay her on the bed but paused and then switched directions. I needed to have her in our bed.

I kissed her with all the passion building inside me as I stumbled from this bedroom into the one next door. When I reached my destination, I slowly lowered her down onto her back.

“Harrison,” she panted. “We shouldn’t—oh my gosh!” she gasped as I tore her shirt down the center, exposing her heaving tits.

“We absolutely should,” I snarled as my hands cupped her breasts, and I leaned down to take her mouth once again. My tongue tangled and twisted with

hers as I shoved down her bra and played with her taut nipples. She moaned and arched her back, crying out when I tweaked them hard.

“So fucking responsive.” I straightened up and tried to undress her slowly, but I was feeling the desperation and ended up tearing her panties when they were the last barrier in the way of her gorgeous body. I stood back and admired the sight in front of me as I quickly undressed.