Love Thief: The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts

Chapter 25

Chapter

Twenty-Five

It wasn’t bad, it was terrifyingly worse.

“Hey I’ve just landed,” he calls me from the airport. “Are you at the apartment?” His voice is full of longing.

“No, I’m at Greystone house, come on over. Is Xan with you?”

“Yeah, he’ll come. He wants to go out with Jonno. I need you, Evie. Why are you there? I’ve not seen you for weeks, months, years it feels like. I’ve missed you, baby. Let”s get a car back to yours. I need you on my own. Even bought a lovely new belt, soft leather, and you’re for it as you didn’t get on this plane.”

He laughs, his voice so low it makes me shiver. My hormones are rampant, and my brain has already moved to him and what he feels like.

“Okay,” I croak out.

“Are you turned on, Kitten? Your voice has changed. Fuck, I want to be inside you. I’ve missed you so fucking much, baby.”

“You’re on speaker, fuckhead,” shouts Jonno.

Shit! I’ve hit the speaker in my horny haze.

He laughs. “I don’t care. I want my wife. You lot better fuck off and quick,”

He hangs up and I start panicking. What if he leaves? What should I do?

Jonno hugs me and says, “You can’t change it, so don’t worry over it. It is what it is, and he’ll do what he needs to. You can’t control him.”

“Should I wait to tell him or tell him straight away?” My indecision is driving me mad. I’m flip-flopping from optimistic to panic and back again.

“Evie, I hate to tell you, but since you found out last week, your belly has popped out. You look pregnant, sis. When he gets you naked, he’ll know,” Jonno says, his eyes on my stomach.

“I’ve got baggy clothes on, of Jude’s,” I argue.

“Oh, he won’t know as soon as he walks in, but he will when he grabs you.” He lifts his shoulders at me. “Your boobs are huge.”

I’ll just blurt it out, I think to myself. Just go for it. Yes, good plan, stick to it.

I don’t even get a chance. He storms through the front door like a rampaging Viking. Past everyone, not a word, picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and shouts back at them as he carries me off. “I can’t wait for a car home, here, now, don’t anyone come in!”

He smacks my arse and tries to bite it before dropping me down on my old bed, pulling his T-shirt off over his head, kicking his boots off, and then dropping his jeans and boxers in one move.

My eyes drink him in. He’s so beautiful. Muscles, smooth skin with tats on his arms up to his neck and shoulders.

“You’re overdressed, baby.”

He pulls at my sweatpants, or should I say Jude’s rolled up ones, gets on his knees, and pushes my legs open. I’m so horny, I’m dripping.

“Fuck, Kitten, you were turned on.” He licks me bottom to top and sucks so hard on my clit, I practically convulse straight away. “Don’t go away again, I hate it,” he says.

His hands move up past my hips, over my ribs to my collarbones, and he pulls the massively oversized T-shirt down from the top, tucking it under my breasts, pushing them up even higher. He fondles them, trying to put his hands around them, and his head pops up.

He looks at me, and his hands, but he doesn’t make any comments. I dont think his brain is fully computing anyway, all his blood and powers of deduction having all flowed south. He plays with my nipples, caressing me whilst sucking on my clit. I’m so over the top with need, I thrust at his face, and as soon as he puts his fingers inside me, I come.

“Fuck, woman, that was fast.”

I can’t speak, I’m out of breath and still panting.

Spinning me over, he enters me from behind. “God you’re so tight.” I’m still clenching my muscles, still way too horny to care as he thrusts in hard and fast. “This might be quick, but I’ve got a full night planned, so don’t panic.”

He chuckles as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in again. “Can you feel me, how hard I am, how I’ve wanted you for over a week? My hand muscles have got muscles from jerking off.” He rams in again and again.

“Harder, Kell. Fuck me harder.” I’m screaming out as sweat drips from him as he batters into me.

He smacks my arse cheeks, and pushes his finger into my arse hole. “I’m gonna fuck you here tonight, so fucking hard.”

He’s moving his finger in and out with his hips hitting me. I’m tightening again and come, my pussy clamping onto his cock, trying to cut off his blood supply. He holds my hips as he shouts my name, erratically pumping into me, his release huge as he comes and comes.

He hangs his head as he catches his breath. We’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, and I feel totally sated.

I flop forward onto the bed, and he smacks me. Don’t get comfy, I need you again.”

I laugh, “Thank god.”

“Let’s have that T-shirt off, I want to look at these tits. I’ve been dreaming of them, licking them, sucking, biting…”

He pulls off the T-shirt before I can protest and steps back, staring at my body. He says nothing. He’s just staring, and staring. His eyes move slightly from my stomach to my tits and back again, and he still says nothing.

“Kellen, I…”

His eyes have gone totally dead, his face has not one trace of a smile on it, no emotion. It’s blank, hollow.

“Tell me it’s not true.”

I don’t even recognise the voice. If he’d have phoned me with that voice, I wouldn’t know it was him.

“Tell me,” he says quietly.

I don’t say or do anything. I don’t say it is, I don”t say it isn’t. I scramble up to step off the bed and he takes a step back, away from me, for the first time in my life. Fuck.

“Kellen.”

“Is that what I think it is?” He nods towards my stomach. “IS IT?” he roars, making me jump.

I put my arms out towards him, tears starting to fill my eyes.

“Why are you crying? Surely you’re happy about it.” He’s gone back to quiet, vicious.

I sort of shake my head. “I went for my shot and...”

His laugh is cold, harsh. “Yeah, right, and what? A surprise.” I nod. “Why? You knew. You. Knew. You. Of all people.”

He’s gone pale, and worse, distant. I don’t know this man. Who the fuck is he? The look of hate on his face. I feel sick.

“How long?”

“Seventeen weeks.”

His eyes pop out of his head at that. “Seventeen fucking weeks? Were you going to tell me? Or turn up with the baby after eighteen years again.”

My eyes widen, it was not my fault that happened. How dare he throw that in my face when it was his damn parents. But I try to remain calm, tamp down my panic. One of us has to.

“No, I wanted to tell you, I only just found out.”

“You knew. That’s why you fucked off to the lakes. What? You thought, get past sixteen weeks and I might be happy? You might as well have stayed there. For good. How the fuck could you?”

He grabs my shoulders, staring into my eyes, his dead and bottomless. I’m screaming on the inside, dread gripping me, and just as quick, he removes his hands

“Kellen, please let me tell you!” I sound desperate.

“No! Shut the fuck up. You’ve ripped my heart out. My. Fucking. Soul. Is. Dead.” He’s banging his chest with every word screamed. “You, of all people, knew. I am death, Evie. Fucking death. You know this. Well, now you’re my death. You’ve killed me tonight.

“Do you think you’re different? Do you have hope because you had James? You have no idea. You’ve killed me, everything. You’ve killed it.”

He’s gasping for air, clutching at his chest, pulling his hair out.

I try to draw air into my lungs to talk, to try to explain, but before I can, he goes out the door, totally naked.

I dash out after him, also totally naked. “Kellen, wait. Please.”

“Get the fuck off me.” He pushes away from me blindly and I see Jude jump up and run towards us.

“Kellen, what the fuck?” Jude shouts.

“Did you know when you took her there? Of course you did. I bet you all fucking know. Fucking Greystones, ganging together again. And you’ve helped her put a death sentence on herself, me, and that baby.”

“You don’t know that,” Jude shouts.

“I. Fucking. Do.” He roars at everyone now stood in the kitchen.

Jude takes his T-shirt off and gives it to me as I try to reason with him again. “Kellen, please listen. I’ve been and seen the doctor. She says?—”

“Shut the fuck up, Evie,” he shouts. “I never want to hear your voice again. You told me you loved me. For me. Not for any babies I couldn’t give you. And now you’ve signed my death warrant? Put me in agony until that phone call comes? You never loved me like I loved you. Otherwise you wouldn’t have that baby in your stomach.”

“Babies,” shouts Jude, clearly fed up with him. “Twins, you fucker. Boys. Are you listening now? Identical twins, you selfish fuck. Do you seriously think she’s not scared, too?”

He starts to laugh, and it’s a terrible sound. “Oh, Evie, always the extreme. Not happy to kill one baby, you’ll have two to bury in a few weeks.”

Jonno goes towards him and Xan moves in front of him. “No, Jonno. You don’t know what you’ve all done. Leave him the fuck alone.”

“She knows. She fucking knew, and still got pregnant,” Kellen seethes from behind Xander.

“Not on purpose,” I shout at him. “I did not get pregnant on purpose. It takes two to make a baby, Kellen. Why didn’t you get a vasectomy if you’re so fucking bothered?” I’m sick of him saying it’s my fault, and my terror turns to anger in self defence.

“You fucking bitch. Think you know it all.” His voice is like venom. “I wish I’d never gone into that fucking pub. I should have left you there. At least I was happy then. Now nothing but you, a pain in my arse, running me down. Keeping me on a fucking leash. I can’t even fuck who I want anymore.” He’s lashing out, every word a slash of the whip.

I laugh, but it’s filled with as much poison as his. “Oh, yeah, go fuck your buddies. I bet Gabe is dying for it. I didn’t green light Xan, but I bet you fucked him. At least you can’t get men pregnant.” I’m screaming at him, my anger blinding me.

Stepping towards me, I’m sure he’s going to grab me, but Jackson stands up to deter him.

“Of course I fucked Xan. I’ve always fucked him. And well before you, you fucking savage cow,” he spews out, his fear turning into hatred. “At least he doesn’t lie to me, he loves me, not like you. You don’t know how to love, you never did. Because no one loved you, ever.”

He staggers backwards away from us all. “Don’t call me again. Not even to tell me they’re dead. I fucking hate you for this. Just stay away from me.” The smile he turns on me is terrifying. Roaring, “Bridstones, Evie. Fucking Bridstones!” he storms out, totally naked, into the square.

Xander follows him out, neither of them looking back at me.

They’re gone.