Most Eligible Baby Daddy (24 page)

Except
this
place, with
her
. With Elle, he let his guard down. He showed his softer side. He let her in. Only her. She was the only one he’d made friends with in Stone Peak. He hadn’t so much as looked at another person. In fact, he’d been downright cold and hostile to everyone else. But with her, from the moment he set eyes on her, he’d been strangely affectionate.

And that gave her such a feeling of love, such a surge of desire, that she put her mouth back over his shaft and drove her head down on it until he was so far back in her throat she couldn’t breath. She toyed with his cock. She enjoyed it. She relished every second of it. With Gris, she’d done this, but only because it was expected. She’d pretended to like it but she’d always brought it to an end as quickly as possible. This was the opposite. She loved the feeling of it in her mouth. She loved toying with it, playing with it, rubbing her face on it. She wanted more. Only more.

When at last she felt the first spasm of his orgasm, she was almost sad that it was going to bring her playing to an end. She put her mouth over his head and that first spurt of semen leapt into her mouth. She swallowed it as the second spurt came. Forrester was moaning. She wanted all of him, every last drop. She’d never enjoyed doing this until that very moment. Now she just wanted to make sure every drop of him went into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed what he had to give her and then sucked him some more, so as to make sure she got all of it.

“Oh my God,” Forrester gasped when he was done.

Elle could not possibly have felt more love for him than she did right then. He pulled her up to his lips and kissed her passionately. Then he just held her. He held her so tightly in his arms that she felt sure of his love. She pulled the blanket up over both of them and they fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Chapter 45

Forrester

W
HEN FORRESTER WOKE THE FOLLOWING
morning, his body felt as if he’d been hit by a train. He was healing from the beatings he’d received in the jail, but it would still take a little time until he was back to full strength. Elle was already up, sitting by the window, her journal in her hand. She hadn’t noticed that he was awake yet.

He watched her. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. She was sitting in the sunlight, a warm fire burning in the hearth at her feet. She had a cup of coffee steaming by her hand and the smell of it wafted through the room. Her face was calm and serene. She was so pretty it almost made him want to cry. He’d never felt this way before. It was a completely new sensation.

Forrester had been with his share of women, a lot more than most men, but he’d never been in love. He’d never even been close to being in love. This was it for him, it was the real thing, and he knew it deep in his heart and soul.

He looked at her belly and wondered if he’d succeeded yet. They’d made a lot of love without protection.

Was she pregnant yet?

Was she already the mother of his child? He knew it was possible, and he knew that if there was one thing that could make him love her even more fiercely than he already did, it was that. It took his breath away. That thought. She might already be the mother of his child. He just couldn’t get his head around it. It made his heart thump like a galloping horse.

He pictured her holding a little baby up to her breast, nurturing it, feeding it. His cock stiffened instantly.

“Get over here,” he said.

Elle was startled. She hadn’t noticed that he was awake. She glanced over at him and he threw off the blanket, revealing the erect pole of his cock, which rose up from his lap like the mast of a ship.

“Forrester,” she gasped.

“Get over here,” he said again.

Timidly, she approached him.

He nodded at his erect cock.

“Go ahead, sit on it.”

“What?”

He couldn’t help himself. His animal instinct took over. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. Then, so coarsely that he even surprised himself, he spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva on his cock. He pulled her down onto it. She slid onto him like her body had been built solely for that task. He thrust up into her and she moaned and arched her back. He grabbed her thighs and bucked, thrusting upward again and again. He thrust upward so powerfully that she was almost thrown from him. She had to reach behind her and grab his thighs, just to hold on. Up and up he thrust, more and more powerfully, like a bull in a rodeo. It wasn’t long before they were both moaning and panting in pleasure. And then, as quickly as they’d started, they were both coming.

Forrester orgasmed violently, pleasure and semen overpowering him, pouring into Elle’s delicious, delectable pussy.

“I love you, Elle,” he said.

Her eye caught his, and he could tell that the words had taken her by surprise.

“Yes, I love you. I love you with all my heart. I love you for what you are.”

“What is that?” she said.

She was still sitting on him, as if riding a horse, and he looked up at her delicious little breasts, her pretty face, her glowing hair.

“I saw something in your journal,” he said. “I didn’t read it, but it was open, and on the page it said,
It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not
.”

“I wrote it there to remind myself,” Elle said.

“Well, I want you to know, that I know what you are, and that’s why I love you. I love you for what you are.”

“You know the whole story?” she said.

“I’ve heard it all, Elle. Gris told it to me.”

“I was worried that that might make you think less of me. Or differently.”

“Never,” Forrester said, shaking his head.

“I thought maybe it would make you think twice about being with me.”

Forrester laughed. “You know as much about me as I do about you,” he said. “You know my father let my mother die. That she died during my birth.”

“I do,” she said.

Forrester nodded. “There aren’t many secrets in small towns like this, are there?”

“No, there aren’t.”

“I guess you also know that my father tried to kill me once. He locked me in a basement with fighting dogs.”

“The pit bulls from your tattoos.”

“Yeah.”

“I heard all of it.”

“If you can love me for all that I am, I sure as hell can love you for every atom in your body, Elle.”

“Really?” she gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

“Really,” he said, and he grabbed his jeans from the floor by the bed.

In the pocket was the ring, his mother’s engagement ring. He hadn’t thought about it since putting it in there. He pulled it out. Then, with a little difficulty because of the injured ribs, which were even more raw after the passionate lovemaking, he climbed out of the bed and faced Elle. He got down on his knee.

Immediately, Elle started to cry. Tears streamed down from her beautiful eyes, over her cheeks, and it was everything Forrester could do to stop himself from kissing her face and drinking those tears. He’d die for this woman, he knew that now.

“Elle Barclay,” he said.

She let out even more tears. He looked at her and again the thought that she might already be carrying a child for him flashed across his mind. He looked at her face, her voluptuous breasts, and the spot between her legs where he knew his come was.

“Elle Barclay, will you do me the honor of being my wife.”

Chapter 46

Elle

E
LLE COULDN’T SPEAK.
She couldn’t say anything. She just nodded her head, and cried, and between sobs, managed to get the words out.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes of course. Nothing would make me happier in the whole world.”

With that, Forrester bent down and lifted her up from the bed.

“Your ribs,” she cried. “You’ll hurt them.”

“We haven’t been one bit careful with those poor ribs today, have we?” he said.

“No, we haven’t.”

Forrester carried her over to the armchair by the fire and put her down on it. She was wearing a pink nightdress that he found incredibly sexy, and he kissed her and then put his mother’s engagement ring on her finger.

“Where did you get this?” she said.

“It was my mother’s.”

“Oh,” Elle said, and then she started crying again. She couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry I can’t stop crying,” she said.

“You’re allowed to do whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said.

She couldn’t believe it. After everything that had happened, everything she’d been through in her life, all her fears, this was how it was turning out. She was being proposed to by this beautiful, strong, kind man.

She knew he was a bad boy. He got into fights, he was covered in tattoos, he had a sharp mouth, but he also had a heart of pure, solid gold. That was the most important thing in the world to her. More important than the fact that he had a lot of money, or that he was built like a Calvin Klein model, or that he was hot as hell in bed. What mattered was his heart.

And she knew he’d be a loving and loyal husband. He hadn’t looked at another woman since meeting her. He’d barely spoken to another person, other than to get in a fight with them. Again, she was aware of the fact that she really was the only person that he seemed capable of opening up to and letting in. He was at war with the rest of the world, it seemed.

Her, and his family back in California. Those were the things that mattered to Forrester and it was so clear. He’d kill for family, he’d die for family, and nothing else really mattered that much. And that made her feel safe. It made her certain that he’d look after her, protect her, and protect whatever children they might have together. She put her hand over her belly at the thought of children.

She looked at the engagement ring. How had this happened? She thought of all the things that had led to this very moment. That ring had been on the hand of a woman who’s husband abused her. It had ended up in a box in a basement. A little boy had been locked in that basement and found that ring.

She’d been sold to a criminal gang, and then miraculously rescued from that gang when they were all killed. She’d struggled in a life with Gris until she’d gained the courage to leave him. She’d arrived here in Stone Peak, and at the exact same time, Forrester was there, getting a cup of coffee on his way to his father’s funeral.

It was almost too strange, too unlikely, too miraculous. It couldn’t have all happened without the guiding hand of God. She was convinced of that. God had led her to that point, and he wanted her and Forrester to be together.

“Am I really going to be your wife?” she said to him.

He caressed her hand in his. “Yes you are, Elle Barclay.”

“Elle Snow,” she said.

He smiled. “Elle Snow.”

A few minutes later she was in the shower. Forrester was waiting in the living room, drinking more coffee. She looked up when there was a knock on the bathroom door. Forrester entered.

“I’m joining you if that’s okay,” he said.

“Of course.”

He climbed in and washed her body, head to toe, and then kissed her passionately on the mouth. She got out and let him have the shower to himself. He washed his tired, sore body while she put on her makeup and then she wrapped him up in fresh bandages, which they made by cutting up the bed sheet.

They walked together to her work. When they walked through the door, Kelly and Grace stopped what they were doing and watched.

“You look so happy you could burst,” Kelly said.

“I think I might,” Elle said.

She held out her hand to her friend and showed her the diamond ring.

“No way,” Kelly said.

“Good heavens,” Grace said, coming out from the kitchen and grabbing Elle’s hand. “That diamond is enormous.”

“I know.”

“So it’s happening?”

“We’re getting married,” Elle said. “Forrester proposed this morning.”

They all looked at Forrester who was sitting at the counter nonchalantly, waiting for someone to give him a cup of coffee. Then Grace and Kelly both got up and gave him a huge hug.

Elle felt as if her life couldn’t be more complete. And so it felt. All that day, and all the next day. And the next. Their days became happier and happier. She went to work with Grace and Kelly. Forrester finished up some dealings with his father’s lawyer. They were making sure all of his father’s estate went to charity, which impressed Elle. She wasn’t just marrying a man who had more money than he knew what to do with, but he was generous too.

In the evenings they went to Harry’s bar and had a quiet date together, or went with Kelly and tried to find nice guys who might be romantic prospects for her. It was during those days that Elle got to know everything about Forrester, the man she was going to marry.

She learned about Lacey, and her father, the man who’d adopted Forrester and rescued him from the system. She also learned that Forrester had three other men he called his brothers, even though they were also guys who’d been adopted by Lacey’s father. He spoke regularly on the phone to Lacey, who he regarded as a sister, as well as to the brothers, and Faith, one of the brothers’ wives.

She knew he was eager for them to meet her, and she was eager to meet them too, but there was no rush. They were so happy to be together in Stone Peak, in the little attic apartment, that they were in no hurry to leave. Elle had never been so happy in all her life. She loved that Forrester was always there, walking her to work in the morning, coming in for his meals, and waiting for her at the end of her shift to take her to Harry’s. She loved that he was friends with Kelly and Gracie.

He even made sure the sheriff’s son and his buddies treated Kelly and Grace with the utmost respect. Kelly and Grace both said it was like the town was a completely different place. Everyone was treating each other better, as if Forrester’s presence kept things in order.

It truly was a heavenly couple of weeks for Elle. She thought she could never be happier.

She was wrong.

There was one thing that could make her happier. And she learned of it one icy morning during those first weeks.