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Chapter Eleven
Carver
One monthlater…
WatchingLainey cross the street through the window of our apartment, I can’t help but fondle my stiff cock through my pants. My little princess has become my twenty-four-hour-a-day addiction, and the habit only grows more potent. More obsessive. I banged my sexy girl less than an hour ago, yet here I am, hating the fact that she’ll be out of my sight for twenty minutes. She’s only going grocery shopping, but I’m like a caged animal watching her walk fartheraway.
Knowing she needs the freedom, I drop my hand and force myself to leave the window, pacing the living room floor instead, careful to avoid the hanging light fixture. I focus on the fact that she’ll return to me shortly. I’ve found a way to make Lainey happy and I’m never going tostop.
Never.
A lot has changed in a month. One of the fathers who was present at Camp Brax’s visitor’s day offered me a job working construction. It only took a week to receive a promotion to foreman. After all, I can do the work of four men, a skill that tends to save money. The men I work with were wary of me at first. I kept waiting for one of them to pick a fight with me, the way males used to do in Detroit. It never happened, though. They became my friendsinstead.
Not that I’m friendly enough to bring them around my princess, though. No, that’s where the friendship ends. No amount of time is going to make me trust other males around what’s mine, which is why I’m wearing a path in the floor over her doing some simple shopping. Thank God she puts up withme.
Hell, she does more than put up with me, doesn’tshe?
My gaze strays to the row of picture frames on our mantle, scenes from the last month. Since we moved into town, Lainey has made a point of us going out in public. We’ve gone to the park and lazed in the sun for hours. Restaurants, the library, festivals. Wherever we go, she keeps her chin up, her fingers twined with mine, daring anyone to comment on my appearance orsize.
She’s…a gift from God. My gift. One I have the privilege of waking up with every day of my life. A compromise meant I’d leave the woods and live in town, as long as she slept in our home instead of at camp…and in nothing short of a miracle, she agreed. I’ll never stop being shocked when I open my eyes and find her smiling back at me. Soon I will have enough money in my bank account to purchase a diamond big enough to anchor a ship—only then will I propose. I know Lainey doesn’t care about material possessions, but I won’t allow anything but the best to rest upon the hand that holds mine with such sweetness. Such defiance, love anddetermination.
A wave of need sends me back to the window, searching for Lainey on the street even though she hasn’t had enough time to shop yet. I’ve become even more anxious since she missed her period. A pregnancy test is one of the items on her shopping list, and I’m torn between lust over her potentially swelling stomach and fear that she’ll eventually go through pain because ofme.
My desire to tuck her into bed for the length of the pregnancy isn’t going to fly, either. Not with my Lainey. The summer is almost over, so she’ll no longer be working at the camp, but I know she’s already planning on finding another job once it ends. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Right now, I have to get through a mere trip to thestore—
Lainey comes into view and I start to smile, relief filtering into mystomach…
Until I realize she’s running. From aman.
My roar puts a crack in thewindow.
Chapter Twelve
Lainey
Didn’tI know he wouldn’t stoplooking?
At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me in the store, but no. It was him, watching me from the opposite end of the frozen food section. The man who took money from my mother in exchange for myfreedom.
I didn’t think, I just dropped my hand basket full of food and started to run. My Swiss Army knife is in my boot, but my pursuer carries a gun. I’m outmatched and I’m not taking chances, especially because I might be carrying a new life inside me. Carver watches me from the window, so I knew as long as I got outside, I would be safe. And that’s where I am now. I’ve just broken free of the sliding glass door and I’m gunning toward our building when I hear my king let loose an unholy sound that stops pedestrians in theirtracks.
Without turning around, I know the pimp is probably wondering if hell has opened up and set a demon free, but I don’t stop to confirm. No, I keep running, my knees almost giving out when Carver slams out of our building onto the street, wrath contorting his features and making him seem twice as large asusual.
People in the neighborhood have learned to love Carver since he left the woods and we moved in together in town. He rescues cats from trees, helps little old ladies with their bags and makes everyone feel safer, in general. They know if he’s angry, it’s because I’m somehow in jeopardy…so instead of running away, every head on the street turns in my direction. Based on their shocked expressions, I’m still being chased by the man. I pick upspeed.
“Lainey!” bellows Carver, beating a fist on his chest. “Mine!”
Another few seconds and I’ve reached him, sobbing in relief when he pushes me behind his wall of a body. “That’s him,” I whimper, clinging to the back of his shirt. “You can’t kill him, though. Please. They’ll take you away fromme.”
I have no idea if Carver hears me or not…and now all I can do is hope the situation turns out okay. Peeking around his right side, I watch the pimp skid to a halt in front of us, his face draining of color. “JesusChrist.”
“As far as you’re concerned, I might as well be,” Carver grinds out. “Because I’m going to decide whether you live ordie.”
Noticing his audience, the man draws himself up to his full height, which is still two feet less than Carver’s. “I paid good money forher.”
Carver’s back muscles ripple against my cheek. “How much? I will repay you and you will never think of heragain.”
