Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories
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I felt like I was going to throw up.
“But these guys, we’ll have proof. They came after you, tried to kill you! They’re not... they’ve gotta believe you,” I said with tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I could barely breathe, barely manage to stand as I stared at him with such concern.
And deep in my heart, I dreaded that there was nothing that could be done...
“And then what? I’d still have to turn the girl over to her family. The same family who sold her off to some bikers for crack,” he said, his jaw set firm, though even as stoic a man as him couldn’t hide the pain in his eyes. “If I have to die for that little girl, I will Shelby. If I have to serve time for her…
I’ll do that too. But what I won’t do is turn her over to people who’ll use and abuse her, you hear me?”
I nodded my head, because I understood and even admired his conviction. What he was trying to do, what he’d do for her...
How could I hold that against a man?
“What’s next, then?” I asked, because I knew arguin’ wasn’t gonna do either of us any good.
A moment of pained silence lingered between us, and then… sirens.
Not somethin’ we often heard ‘round here, I gotta say. But when I saw Sheriff Hank’s vehicle comin’, it was easy to see the gunshots must’ve got him called. We weren’t so far away that the sound of that wouldn’t reach pryin’ ears. Certainly not of my cousin.
“Go! You gotta get out of here,” I said, pushin’ at his big, muscle-bound arm. “Before Hank can stop you!”
Asher merely shook his head and looked back at the approachin’ vehicle, then to me.
“No use. I’ve got no bike, and I wouldn’t want to put him on a dangerous chase. No Shelby, there’s no point in running anymore,” he said to me, his big, hard hand squeezing mine.
It was all my fault. He only stayed because of me, because I was so damned insistent. Because I had feelings for him and didn’t know what type of trouble he was in.
I looked at him, my brows furrowed and my eyes filled with pain.
“Asher,” I said, moving to his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. “We can explain. Hank’s a good man, he’ll understand...”
Hank came to a halt, and was out the door in an instant.
“Drop the gun!” he shouted, and I forgot Asher still had the gun hooked into his belt.
With me still hangin’ off of him, he took the gun out and tossed it into the dirt.
“Drop it I said! Or I’ll open fire!” Hank shouted again.
But it didn’t make no sense, Asher had slowly took out the gun, cast it down…
“Final warnin’!” Hank said, and then…
Bang!
I shut my eyes in terror, and everythin’ went silent for a while.
When finally I dared to open my eyes, Asher’s big strong arms were around me, and we both stood there. I looked around, tryin’ to find out what happened, and I saw Hank approachin’ all cautious like, gun still drawn.
“Bastard wouldn’t drop it,” Hank said as he kicked the gun from Marv’s hands and bent down, testin’ his pulse. “Aw shit,” he said. “Stupid sonofabitch.”
I thought we were gonna be dead, my head spinnin’ as I finally let go of my death grip on Asher, and turned to Hank. I didn’t know what to say, I just wanted so bad to fix it. To make everything all better.
“Hank,” I breathed out, and I sounded relieved.
“What about the rest of these fellas?” Hank asked, gun still at the ready as he looked about at the hog tied bikers.
“Got ‘em all. Was just the one who wasn’t tied, and you took care of him,” Asher said, steady and showing only a little of his sadness through that stoic expression of his.