Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,31

faster, Damien, I’m so close.”

“Again?” She made me pay by clenching down around me. “Shit, you…. Michele quit playing around.”

She looked over her shoulder at me with that sly grin of hers, and I couldn’t resist leaning over her and putting my lips to hers. “Brat, behave before you hurt yourself.” I held her stomach in my hand as she eased up and let me fuck into her again. This time I gave her what she wanted, fucking her harder, faster, but making sure with each thrust not to go too deep.

I felt the child move beneath my hand and comforted him as I violated his mother. I was in mid-stroke when she yelped and clutched at the hand I had on her tummy. My cock has never deflated that fast in my life; I didn’t even know it could.

“What-what’s happening?” I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back as she opened her mouth and screamed. A fountain of water gushed from between her legs, and I jumped off the bed and ran to the phone. “Dray, get the car we’re going to the hospital right fucking now.”

I hung up and found a pair of sweats and a tee shirt to wear before heading into the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up. I was going on autopilot now; my mind already focused on all the dry runs we’d made in the last few weeks.

I knew her bag was already packed and sitting in the trunk of the car; I knew where the dress she wanted to wear was hanging in the closet. It was hell ignoring her yelps of pain and staying in control, but I did it.

I got my wife cleaned up and dressed before lifting her in my arms and taking her down the stairs, all the while telling her that everything was going to be okay; fuck if I knew if that shit was true.

I don’t think I said two words the whole drive to the hospital; she was talking enough for both of us; she does that when she’s nervous or scared. I just held her hand and let her ramble on and on as my heart felt like someone was pouring molten lava over it.

At the hospital, her doctor was already there since I’d threatened her with serious bodily harm if anything went wrong with my wife or child. She was all smiles and cheer like we were going on a picnic or some shit. “No need to look so worried, Mr. Lazaro, your wife, is in very good hands.”

I glared at her as they ushered us into the birthing room. I listened to everything they said, putting their words together with what I’d read in the books and online these last few months, but it was my wife’s eyes that told me what I needed to know.

“Are you in a lot of pain, baby?” I know it was a stupid fuck question, but I couldn’t bear seeing her like this, with pain in her eyes as she tried to control the fear I saw there. “Squeeze my hand as hard as you want to baby, scream, don’t try to hold it in. I know you’re brave, but now is not the time.”

She nodded her head and panted, and as if she’d just been waiting for those words from me, let out a terrifying scream the next time a contraction gripped her. She tore the skin from my hand, but all I did was reassure her and wipe her brow with my free hand while wondering what kind of hell this was for a young woman to go through. Fuck if I was ever gonna do it.

I didn’t take my eyes from off her even when I heard the first cries of my child. I waited until they cleaned the baby up and brought it to her, still not knowing what it was, because I couldn’t hear shit. It was only then I realized that my ears were numb to everything else but her. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.

But once I realized it, everything came back into focus, and the room came alive again. She was holding our child in her arms and looking it over… “What is it? Boy or girl?” I didn’t really care at this point. Just seeing the two of them, my whole world, was enough to make me feel a sense of satisfaction and joy that I never had before.

“It’s a boy, are you happy?” I was too choked up for a minute to speak as I sat beside her. “Trust you to give me a son when I was hoping for a daughter.”

“You lie. I’ve heard you and gramps bragging about a son for the last six months who’re you kidding?”

I lifted his little hand, and he wrapped his fingers around mine before turning his head to look at me with my eyes. I went cold then hot in the space of a second as everything that I’d ever done, ever hoped for, ever been came down to this one moment.

I must’ve done something really good in a past life to have been blessed with this much love in this one. I raised my eyes to her as she fixed the bed-gown so she could feed our son and once again choked up with emotion.

She’d come a long way since we met. I’d gotten her through the sudden death of her bitch of a sister without giving away anything about my part in it. She’d grieved not so much for the sister she’d met here but for the one she’d grown up with.

We weren’t allowed to attend the funeral, not that I would’ve because no, just fuck no. But since that shit that killed her and her worthless husband was deadly as fuck, they burnt them to a crisp somewhere; ask me if I care.

Since I’m the only one she has left in this world, I go above and beyond to give her all the love she could possibly need, and gramps has taken over as the doting grandpa who connives with her to make me nuts. Now she has my son, someone else to love and who will love her or he’ll answer to me.

I brushed my hand over her hair and his before moving to put my arms around them both. I kissed her hair to hide the emotion in my eyes as I breathed a sigh of relief. I’ve lived the last six months in fear ever since her pregnancy was confirmed.

Because although I still had relatives left, she was the closest thing to my heart. The thought of anything going wrong with her or my child had kept me up nights, but now it was all over. Now that the child was here and my family was complete, and I no longer had my sister’s death hanging over my head, I felt like the world was finally free of the darkness that had hung over my head for way too long.

As I watched my son feed at my wife’s breast, I had a sense of new beginnings, like the best part of my life was just about to start and couldn’t resist turning her face to mine to taste her lips. “I love you, wife.” The smile that started on her lips and reached her lips was all the answer I needed even as she gave me the words back. “I love you too, Damien. Thanks for saving me for saving us.”

We both looked down at our son, who popped the nipple from between his lips to stare back at us. That look on his face so much like his mother’s was enough to make me break out in a sweat. “Michele, I’m thinking this kid has my face, but that look he just gave us is all you.” I didn’t like the grin she gave me one fuck.

The End