Sleeves (32 page)

“Not a girl,” he said under his breath.

Mom chuckled quietly. “You’ll survive. You’re tough,” she told her.

Smug bitch.

“Maybe we should all take a nap? I don’t feel like talking,” Casey said, her eyes lifeless and heavy.

“Good idea.” Kel pulled the blanket up over Casey since she seemed chilly to him and he stayed on top of the comforter, as did his mother.

The room went silent, all except the breaths in the air.

He zeroed in on Casey’s. She was all he could think about.

Once she was asleep, his mind raced back to the cures he had tried to develop when Max first helped him escape. It was always complicated to get the materials he needed, time consuming and frustrating so he’d given up.

But if this baby was gonna harm Casey, he would fix this—
fix her.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be too late to change the baby’s DNA as well, so it wouldn’t be fucked up like him, too.

She could be a typical mom with a child growing and developing at a steady, predictable rate. Just like she’d always wanted . . .

He’d do it for her.

* * *

A few days later, he was restless, his nerves jumping.

Peanut was nearby and no one would allow him to see his boy.

Casey was curled over in her seat, looking utterly defeated.

What could he say so they’d let him through?

“Sir, we were given custody of this child to protect him. He’s been through enough trauma. We’re trying to ascertain what happened to him. We’re sorry but—”

“You’re not sorry!” he said, glaring at the big burly bald man before him, his FBI badge flashing on the desk. “Take my blood! Go on—compare it to Robbie’s. I’m his father, dammit, and if you’d let me prove it, we could stop having this tiring conversation.”

Casey sat up, grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Mom was sitting behind Casey, nodding. “And I’m his grandmother. The experiments all started with me. Take my blood, too, if you must. Only let him see his boy!” She choked up at the end when she said the final word.

“We can’t. He’s unsafe to be around. He hurt several agents when we tried to put him in a room with a doctor to run some tests on him,” the agent said.

“Were they wearing a white lab coat?” Kel asked.

“I don’t think that’s any of your busin—”

The agent was cut off when Kel shoved off the desk to standing. “He was scared! That facility ran all sorts of experiments on him—like a fucking lab rat. That’s why you have him, right? You just said you were trying to figure out what happened to him. I’m telling you why he’s this way. Why
I’m
this way!” He stretched his neck from side to side; he was so stiff. “He was probably thinking you were gonna do more of the same. Now, let me see him, and I’ll help you take down that facility, and I’ll even help you make a cure for what they’ve done to my mother, my son, my girlfriend here, and me. I was working on one a few months back but didn’t have the proper equipment and supplies to do it. I’m sure you can outfit me with what I need.” Kel’s brows rose in question.

“Let me get Agent Hanford. He’s in charge of your son. I was only told to keep people away from Robert Reed; those were my strict orders.” The agent left and returned with an even bigger, burlier man with salt and pepper hair, glasses and a Roman nose with a square jawline.

“What’s this about Mr. Liam? We can’t allow you to see Robert—at least not today. There are protocols we have to follow.” Mr. Hanford extended his hand and looked like he expected Kel to be at least semi-polite.

“Fuck this! Do you want a cure? You wanna know what they put in us to make us into some kind of freak super-soldier? Then you need my cooperation, and I’m not doing shit for you until I see my boy!” Kel spat in his face.

“Fine.” The agent dropped his hand, since it was obvious Kel wasn’t going to shake it.

“Fine?” Kel’s chest heaved as he breathed hard and his face continued to flare up like it was on fire.

He was ready to rip a mother fucker’s neck off if they kept denying him access to his peanut.

“We have to make sure you won’t infect him first. A physical with our doctor and then you can see him,” Hanford said.

“You’re kidding—right?” Kel’s hands were on his hips. “We’re like him. We don’t get sick; we can’t carry any pathogens.”

“And we’re just supposed to take you at your word?” Hanford looked Casey and Mom over.

“Take my blood, like I’ve already requested, and you’ll know what I’m talking about,” Kel replied.

Casey stood. “Mr. Hanford—you are welcome to pull my medical records. I was lacking ovaries—they were completely removed, yet four weeks ago, I was injected with this stuff, and I’m currently pregnant from natural means. How do you explain that? I’m willing to take a pregnancy test if you want confirmation, but it’s kind of silly.” She rubbed her belly. “I look and feel like I’m about two and a half months along. How do you explain that?”

“Well, I . . . Uh, we’re not equipped to deal with things like th—” Hanford backed away from her like she was diseased and contagious beyond belief.

“Kel’s the father of Robert, and he’s the father of my baby, too. We’re not going to hurt Robert. I’m the social worker that was over his case. I was making sure he’d be placed in a good home. Now, please, we’re begging you here—let us see him. This is his family. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” Casey’s eyes watered, and her lips quivered with emotion.

The agents gaze passed over them, and he sighed as his shoulder dropped. “Fine. I’ll want blood from all of you, and, yes, a urine test from you so we can verify the pregnancy, along with an ultrasound scan. After that, if everything checks out, you can see him,” Hanford huffed and looked exhausted.

“Thank you.” Kel extended his hand to shake, but this time Hanford was the one that denied the friendly gesture. He simply stared at Kel’s hand like he had no clue what that appendage was.

Mom was taken to a different medical room to be examined, and Kel and Casey placed together in their own.

The minute they were alone and the door was shut, he lunged at her.

His lips were on hers; he was cupping her ass through her flowy, summery dress and moaned in her ear. “I want you, Case. I need to feel you.”

“Kel—no! We’re being monitored on cameras,” she squealed, trying to get his hands to be in a less embarrassing spot in case someone came in and they got caught.

He kept going; undeterred. His hands moved up the back of her dress, and he squeezed over her panties. A moment later, his fingers dove under the material, and he was fingering her shamelessly. “Christ, you feel good in my hands. Want a quick fuck, that’s all. We won’t get caught. I’ve done it in the cage before with tons of women around, looking for it. No one will know.”

“Gaaaaawd,” she groaned and her hands slipped under his shirt. She was being as reckless and naughty as he was. “I hate that bitch you fucked in the cage, and I don’t even know who she is.” She bit his right pec through his shirt, and that was enough to set him on fire for her.

He pinned her into the armless chair, managed to get her to straddle him and then he had his cock out, hidden by the material of the bottom of her dress. Her panties were shoved aside.

She stifled a moan the second he penetrated her. Instead of moving fast like a quick fuck would imply, he slowly edged his way in and circled his hips up into her.

“They’re gonna poke us,” he said, pushing deeper and resting his forehead on hers, giving her a dark look filled with desire, “and prod us. But they don’t know how that shit’s done like I do.” He ground slowly until she was panting from his tease.

“They’re going to catch us if you don’t get this going,” she said, her eyes heavy and stuck on his.

“I know . . . I want them to see what I do to you—my know-it-all-bitch that fucks like she’s possessed. Let’s me mark her because I own her.” He twisted her nipple through her dress. “Where should I mark you today? Somewhere obvious, or somewhere hidden, so if they see it, they’ll know I’ve had you—all of you? Hmm . . . ?”

She bit her bottom lip. “And here I thought you were in a frenzy to have me—you jerk.” She chuckled and it caught in her throat when he pinched her nipple hard.

“Fuuuuuck! Your titties will be leaking soon. In a few days maybe, I’ll be able to taste your salty, sweet milk. Fuck, I love the taste of that shit.” He released a dying moan and tipped his head back, his cock engorging. “It turns me on just thinking about it.”

She mewled through her breath, “You’ll taste it?” Her chest clenched as she tried to take in a bigger inhalation. Her pupils dilated, and her face flushed. “You really like that?”

“I fucking love it. You think I’m insatiable
now
? Fuck, woman, you won’t be able to keep me away even if you chain me to the wall.”

He picked up the pace, fucking her harder. Her eyes went glassy like she was high.

“You can’t resist this, my beautiful slut. I know you want it as much as I do. You’re pussy was wet the second I touched it. Having my baby in you has you constantly turned on. You were bragging out there—letting them know I’d fucked you until you were raw and your body had no choice but let my potent semen in. You’re ready to come already, aren’t you?”

She made a throaty, choking sound that turned into a grunt. Her fingers dug into his biceps, and her cunt clamped down on him, then rippled around him.

She was coming—hard.

“K-Kel . . . I . . . Fuuuuck!” she bit out and then clasped her arms around his neck and kissed his throat.

He refused to come. Not yet. This was for her.

Casey had no idea, but she’d been so uptight out there, she kept holding her breath. And that was dangerous for the baby.

Now she’d be relaxed.

He pulled out of her tight hole, straightened the crotch of her panties, tucked himself away and then cradled her so she was curled up in his lap.

His lips never stopped touching her face, and he cooed, “Sweet girl, you need to trust me. I’ll take care of you. They’re not gonna hurt you. I’ll get all of us out of here.”

“Even Marie?” her tiny wavering voice asked.

“You leave all this up to me. Rest easy—I’ve got you. They won’t even separate us if they want my help, and believe me—they’ll want my help when they look at my blood.” He smoothed her hair back out of her face.

“You didn’t orgasm,” she said a moment later.

“I know. I don’t need to. I only needed to be with you and show you I love you. I want you to always know you’re constantly in my heart and thoughts.”

She sighed and went limp in his arms.

He rocked her and right when she was close to dozing, the door opened.

“Agent Hanford’s said an evaluation is unnecessary,” another agent told them.

Kel whispered in Casey’s ear, “Mom. They have her and her blood. They want our cooperation. We have the upper hand.”

Casey tightened her grip on him.

“Bring my peanut here then. I wanna see him now,” Kel said through a tight smile.

“Yes, sir.” The agent left and a few minutes later, Peanut was rushing through the door to get at his father.

Kel wrapped him up in his arms, pulling him up into his lap with Casey. There was room in his arms, on his body for both of them.

“I love you, little man—you know that, right?” Kel said through salty tears leaking into his mouth. He’d never cried this much in his life.

These were two halves of his heart right here—draped over his body.

His woman he’d die for, and his son he’d kill to protect and keep with him.

No one was disrupting what he had right here, right now.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked Peanut.

The little one put his hands on his dad’s cheeks and said, “No. They ask a lot of questions, and I get tired of that.”

“Did you answer them?”

“Yeah, Daddy, I did. They gave me chocolate when I told them stuff.” His little fingers ran over the bristly whiskers, making Kel’s lips curl into a bright smile and forcing his heart to melt.

“How much chocolate? Was it the good kind of chocolate—the dark stuff?”

Peanut wrinkled his nose, closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. “Bluck! No! Don’t like that dark stuff. It’s icky.”

“So, that’s a no then?” Kel chuckled.

Casey patted Peanut’s back.

“I only like the other stuff. The one with the peanut butter in it,” Peanut replied.

Ahh, yes. He had similar tastes to his old man: peanut butter cups. Kel was a sucker for those.

He chuckled. That was probably why he absentmindedly nicknamed his son peanut. Made sense.

Kel kissed Peanut’s nose then looked up at the authority figure in the room. “I want Robbie always at Casey’s side. If my wish is disregarded, things will become unpleasant very quickly. If he’s kept with her and they’re treated well, I can have a cure made within the next two weeks, and will provide as much information as possible on the facility that did this to us.”

“We can do that,” the agent said, nodding.