Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Asher glanced to me, then back at Marv.

I was terrified, and confused more than I could possibly say.

But I guess some part of me trusted him, and that he was tryin’ to do right by whatever he was forced to do. He wouldn’t have pissed these folks off for no reason, and even if it was another girl, he was tryin’ to protect her from the likes of them.

Or maybe I was just dumb.

“Don’t, Asher,” I pleaded, and I knew it was foolish. What was I gonna do? Take a bullet for someone — somethin’ — I didn’t know or understand?

“Don’t worry Shelby,” Asher said to me, his rich, deep voice so calming. “She’s up north. I dropped her off with family there, far away from you. In Canada.”

“You lyin’ shit!” the biker yelled, and pointed the gun at Asher instead of me. “We checked there!”

Asher came forward, and I knew: it was either I do somethin’ or Asher gets shot. I pushed against the man’s arm, so that when he pulled the trigger the shot went astray.

My blood was pumpin’, and I felt like I might faint with how fast everythin’ was goin’ crazy. I thought I knew what I was in for, but I never, not even a little.

Asher barreled at us both, and before the biker could fire off another shot he was there. His fist pounded into the biker’s jaw, and he grabbed hold of the gun, pointing it away from us both.

Everything happened so fast then, but Asher freed me, beat the man down so he wouldn’t be gettin’ back up any time soon.

He was pantin’, breathin’ heavy as he held the gun in hand and looked towards the man still cradlin’ his broken jaw on the ground.

“Don’t fuckin’ move,” Asher threatened as he slowly staggered to the truck to retrieve more rope and tie the rest of them up. He was no killer.

Yet he was clearly no one to mess around with either.

I didn’t know how to feel about it all, but I didn’t have a lot of time to think on it either. I was just runnin’ on instinct, on what felt in my belly to be right.

“What now?” I asked, surprised at how awake I felt after hardly gettin’ a wink of sleep.

Asher got down onto one knee and hog tied them, one after the other, startin’ with the one that had the broken jaw.

“I can’t stay any longer, Shelby. They’ll be coming for me soon,” he said, moving onto the one who’d just held me hostage.

“They already came for you,” I argued, following after him like a stray pup. I couldn’t believe that after all we’d been through he could just leave, but it wasn’t like I could abandon the farm neither. Not with ma the way she was. I’d fallen for Asher, but I wasn’t without a soul.

“What’s goin’ on, Asher? You gotta tell me...”

Asher’s big, broad shoulders heaved as he tied up that fella.

“You don’t understand, Shelby… they had that little girl locked up, ready to sell to anyone with the money,” he said, his voice tempered, but quaking with repressed anger. “I couldn’t just let that go. Couldn’t walk away like other men.”

That took the air right outta my lungs and I staggered back, my palm finding the railing as I stared at him. Then, the anger started bubblin’ in my chest, and I saw the three thugs before me in a new light.

“W-what?” I asked and my voice sounded hard. Deadly.

He looked up at me as he tied the knot real tight.

“I knew they trafficked in drugs. But selling little girls?” he narrowed his eyes in an anger that hadn’t dissipated. “There was no way I could live with myself if I didn’t do what I could. Even if it was just for that one girl. Even if it cost me my life.”

“Asher,” I murmured, going to his side, the smell of leather and guns in the air, “What’re we gonna do? Hank ain’t equipped to handle guys like these.”

“It isn’t these guys I’m worried about,” he said, rising up as I went to them. “You see Shelby,” he said, taking hold of my hand as he looked into my eyes. “I saved that little girl, got her far away from these guys. But the police were looking for her. And their last reported sighting was with me.”

He looked at me so deadly serious.

“Her family reported her abducted. But she told me they were the ones who sold her to the gang. I couldn’t very well turn her over to them. But now I’m wanted for abducting a minor. You have any idea the kind of sentence that goes with that charge?” he asked me, his face grim.