Chained: A Bad Boy Romance (15 page)

“Yes, exactly. You figured me out.” I played into him a little. “I really want to get you so drunk I can do whatever I want to you.”

I want to tell him the real reason I can't drink.
I hated this game of lying.

Suddenly, I noticed his view was concentrated on the large window behind me. For that moment he was no longer present at our table. I turned to see what he had been looking it.

A large number of people, bundled up in winter gear, passed by. There seemed nothing unusual about the sight, but his eyes engulfed the dark figures on the sidewalk.

Why is he looking so intensely out the window? It's a busy street, that's all.

“You alright? What are you looking at?” Curiosity filled my voice.

He shook his head and took a large gulp from his glass. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It's nothing. I thought... I thought I saw... never mind.”

“Well then, tell me what you've been up to since you left Greene?” I asked.

For most of dinner, conversation was good. The scared feelings had lifted for a time. He talked about his job at the shop, and wanting to maybe open up his own one day. He shared that he had been trying to save to buy a house and really wanted to do things 'differently' now that he had a fresh start.

He seemed changed, more ambitious than I had expected.

Maybe he has turned a new leaf. He has goals and desires.

“Alright, enough about me. Tell me more about you. Anything good going on in the world of Charlie Laroche?”

I think I should just tell him. Say it and get it over with. Holding it in is killing me inside, he needs to know.

I have to tell him.

With all the talking I've done as a therapist, finding a way to tell him the most world changing aspect to both our lives was non-existent. I physically could not place the words.

What if he freaks out? I have no clue how he is going to react. The anxiety is actually hurting me inside. My chest is heavy and my entire body aches with fear.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, “There are things going on. I may have a new job soon, which is great.” I twisted my napkin in my hands. The sweat continued to form on my palms even with the cloth firmly gripped.

“Are you
still
nervous about being around me?” he teased. “See, a little wine would soothe that. And so would a massage from me.” His grin was playful. “Here, have a sip of mine.”

“No, really Owen, I can't.” My left leg begin to shake rapidly.

“Look, I'm not trying to pressure you. I just want...”

“I'm pregnant.” The words shot out across the table. For the first time that evening, my eyes remained frozen on his.

Shit, it just spilled out of my mouth.

Blankly, he stared at me. “What?” He looked lost, unsure of what he had heard.

“I'm pregnant.” My mouth opened, shut, then opened again. “With your baby.” I looked into his face for some reaction. I had to know what it would be, even if it was awful.

Owen's elbows rested on the table, he rubbed his forehead vigorously back and forth. His eyes were large, they drifted aimlessly around the room. Then, he leaned back forcefully into the booth, his arms flying up to cradle his neck.

What is he thinking? Maybe I shouldn't have told him? Was this a mistake?

Say something, anything! What is he going to do?

“You're pregnant?” he asked slowly. “For real, you're not kidding.” Sitting there, he ran a palm over his jaw. “Fuck. Pregnant, I honestly didn't expect you to say that.”

Alright, no yelling yet. He's still thinking, trying to understand this. Give him some time, let it set in.

His fingers spread on the table. Owen bent closer, the centers of his eyes as deep and liquid as a star-covered galaxy. He was an enigma, his emotions bottled away so no one could reach them.

I prepared myself for the worst.
Get ready to grab your stuff and leave. I don't want a a scene.

What had I been thinking? Of course Owen didn't want to be a father. His life had just begun again, what sane person wanted the responsibility of a baby thrown at them, now, of all times?

He must hate me. I bet he's thinking I'm scum, or stupid, because I wasn't on birth control. But I wasn't planning on having sex! I didn't plan any of this! I...

“You know what this means?” he asked, tension low in his throat.

I said nothing, my hands balling in my lap as I waited for him to chew me out.

Owen blinked, a seriousness touching his hard-lined mouth. “This means our lives just became one. If you thought you could get rid of me before, good luck trying now.”

Every muscle in my body stiffened. “What?”

“You have my baby inside of you, Charlie.” Nothing in his face said he was joking around. He was flat, severe, eyebrows low over his eyes. “You're mine. That baby is mine. I'm not leaving your side, you're stuck with me.”

A ringing began in my ears.
He's really serious.

I was his? God, why did that make me tingle?

He rested his head against his hands. “How long have you known?”

The seat squeaked as I shifted in place. “A few weeks now.” My body was tense, I had no idea what to expect from him.

“A few weeks?
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
” Frustration spilled from behind his gritted teeth, his fists rolling up into balls. I anticipated him hitting the table, pounding down on it as he had done during one of our sessions.

His hands are shaking, oh shit. What is he going to do?
I didn't expect him to be upset over not telling him. “I don't know. I only ran into you a few days ago, and I was nervous about bringing it up.” The muscles in my chest tightened, my breathing became quick and short.

His strong, muscular arms stretched out across the table, fingers linking on top of mine. “It doesn't matter, none of that fucking matters. From here, we go forward, okay? You get that?” His knuckles went white, almost causing me pain. Oddly, it was comforting. “Now, I'm a part of you forever. And you're a part of me. I'm not letting you go anywhere, Charlie. I'm going to be right here for that baby and you.”

Frustration had been replaced by his primal nature. I fought the urge to kiss him. “Owen, I want you to be here for this baby. I do. But, are you going to be handle to this?”

I wanted him to say 'Yes,' to tell me he would do anything for this child. Worry clouded my beliefs. He was a felon, how did I truly know he wouldn't fall back into his ways?

His face twisted with seriousness. “I am
not
going anywhere. No matter how much you may want to push me away, that baby is mine. We're chained together, Charlie.”

His fierceness made me shiver.
How can I feel such a desire?

I should be worried, scared even, that he is the father of this baby.

But I'm not.

“Charlie, this baby is going to be the center of my life. And so are you. It doesn't matter what you thought about me before. You're carrying my family, my child, my blood.” The playful eyes from when I arrived became solemn. He slid over next to me and rested his hand on my stomach. “This is my baby in here.”

A single tear slid over my cheek. It made me happy to see him so accepting of the life inside of me. “It's our baby,” I  said, looking up at him. He brushed the tear away, bringing his face close, passionately pressing his lips to mine.

He says I belong to him.

Nothing had ever felt more right.

Owen

T
he softness of her hair fell over my hand as I brushed it back from her shoulder. I was mesmerized by the glow of her skin. All I wanted to do was touch every inch of her flesh.

She's carrying my child. I never expected I'd ever be a father.

I couldn't stop staring at her as she drove us back to her apartment. The bottle of wine I had indulged in had hit me as we stood to leave the restaurant. Charlie wanted to take me home, but I'd insisted we needed to be together.

The ride was silent, we shared glances in the brightness of passing vehicles. I noticed her eyes twinkled under each set of lights.

I'm not going to be away from her. I'm going to keep her safe, be by her side every minute I can. She's not ever going to think she's doing this alone.

I'm right here.

And this is where I'm staying.

I leaned in close and drew delicate kisses down her neck. My hand glided down her arm and stopped over her belly. She turned to look at me, her face a tint of red under the stoplight.

I brought my hand around her cheek and pulled myself in to kiss her soft, silky lips. Sheer passion rained over my body. My cock began to grow, it pressed against my zipper. I moved her hand so she was rubbing over the bulge in my jeans.

She grabbed on firmly as I pushed my lower half up into her hold.

I  would love to tear her from her seat and onto my lap.

Dammit, I have to fuck her.

Our passionate moment was cut short by the blaring of a horn from behind us. “Green light,” I whispered under my breath.

“Yeah, I should probably pay attention.” Her giggle floated into my ears.

Even her laugh is sexy. God, the way her accent hits me makes every hair on my body twitch with excitement. We better be getting close or I'm going to explode.

“How much further? I'm ready to have you right here and now.” My hand reached up and squeezed her tit, slowly it glided down to her thigh.

“Down boy, we're here.” I glimpsed her smile under the street light as we turned into the parking lot.

The area was dark, all the condos were shadowed in blackness. It was late, not a single person appeared to stir in any of the other residences. The curtains were drawn on the apartment, only a faint light glowed above the front door.

“I'm sure my roommate Sara is sleeping. Keep it down when we go in.” She exited the car and waited for me to make it around to her side.

Her plump lips formed a smile when I grabbed her hand and walked beside her. It was freezing cold out, I stood anxiously, waiting for her to open the door.

“Sorry, this lock is horrible.” She twisted the key repeatedly back and forth. “Shh,” she whispered as the door slowly creaked open. I heard the sound of tiny clicks against the floor, followed by a tender bark.

“Biscuit! Shh!” she yelled within her whisper. The small dog ran wildly around my ankles, sniffing and jumping back with each step I made into the house.

“So, this is Biscuit. Cute ankle bitter.” My words were soft and hushed.

Her arm came up and hit me gently in the chest. “Leave him alone. He may be small, but he's a trooper.” She removed her heels in the entryway to quiet her feet. “Come on.”

We walked stealthily down the hall to her room. Charlie flicked the light on and gingerly closed the door behind us.

Finally! I'm ready to rip her dress off.

“Here we are. Welcome to my humble abode.” She laughed and threw her purse onto the dresser.

“Yup, here we are.” My patience had run out. She stood facing the full length mirror at the end of her bed. I walked up behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist. My lips met her neck, I kissed the bare flesh intensely.

My other hand ran down her shoulder as her head fell back onto my chest. I watched her eyes close as her palm came up and gripped the back of my throat, her nails dragging across my skin.

This is what I've craved. All of her body, here to enjoy. No time limit, no restrictions.

Her scent drives me fucking crazy.

I'm going to make this a night she won't forget
.

“I need you, Charlie.” My words exited between kisses. “And you definitely need me.”

Her eyes connected with mine. “I do need you. Both of us need you.” She pulled my arm around to her stomach as she spoke.

My free hand began to unzip the back of her dress; it fell to the floor, exposing her angelic, white lace bra and panties. I could see the dark pink flesh of her nipples through the sheer material.

My cock grew firm beneath me. I savagely spun her around and pulled her in tight. I embraced her and my lips couldn't resist anymore. I kissed her intensely, our tongues intertwined in a dance of desire.

She pulled my jacket off my shoulders and lifted my shirt off. My body was damp from the heat between us.

Charlie ran her hands up over my chest, crushing herself against me. “Take me, I'm yours,” she whispered.

I led her to the bed, but before I did anything, she reached down for my waist. Smoothly, she unbuttoned my pants. My erection pressed angrily against my boxers, making Charlie lick her lips.

Slipping around me, she laid back on her mattress. Her hands came up and touched her body, fingers delicately running over her nipples. Every curve moved and swayed, I watched her ache for me. She called me in with the motion of one finger.

All of that belongs to me. All her beauty is for me to indulge in.

I knelt above her on the bed. Her legs crossed and slid over each other, giving away her need. I unclasped the front of her bra. My fingers touched her breasts gently and I could see prickles form on her skin. She let out a quiet gasp as I continued my hand down.

The tip of my tongue teased her hard nipples. I swirled around each one, exhaling the warm air from my mouth onto her. She moaned softly with each pass of my tongue. Her head tilted to the side in pleasure and my eyes caught the ivory of her collar bone.

The sweet spot. If I bite it just right her pussy will drip for my cock.

My lips softly rode the entire length of her collar bone. Her hand came up and gripped the base of my neck, her fingers tugging on my hair. I bit down and she let out a loud, hot groan. I watched her shiver from the sensation.

“You like that, don't you?”

“Yeah.” The one word left her mouth as she chewed on her lower lip.

I reached for her panties and her back arched off the bed. My hand ran down over the front of her lace coated mound.
She's soaked and dripping through them. God, I'm going to fuck her so hard.

Her hand fell onto my cock, firmly she gripped and began to stroke. The harder she pulled the more solid I became.