Chapter Fourteen
Rhett
“I’m going to kick Reed’s ass,” I groan, reading the text he’s sent. I’m tempted to call him right now and tell him to deliver the ring to the hospital, but I don’t want the interruption.
“Reed? Is he the one you called earlier?”
“Yup,” I groan, kissing Pepper’s forehead.
“He’s also the one that came to the house the other day.
I should’ve thought of that before now. He used the bathroom while he was at the lake house.
I’m sure he grabbed the ring then,” I glance down at the message and sigh loudly, “because apparently, he was afraid I was going to do something stupid.” I blow out a heavy breath and stare toward my girl.
“Anyway, the doctor said your mom is going to need a place to recover or she’ll need to move into a rehab facility here in the Springs. ”
“Rehab,” Pepper’s voice tightens, “like a nursing home an hour away from the house?”
“It’s that,” I brush my hand back through my hair and stare down at my princess, “or I renovate one of the empty buildings out at the farm for her. If I get the guys to help, I could have it done in a few weeks. Until then, she can stay in the downstairs bedroom at the farmhouse with us. The accessibility isn’t as great, but I think we can make it work. ”
“With us?”
I nod slowly. “With us. You’re mine, baby girl. We talked about this.”
A slow grin lifts her cheeks before she crashes into my chest, warm and soft. “What if we’re crazy, and this doesn’t work out? You’ll be constantly moving my entire family in and out of your house. I don’t want—”
“You are my family. I knew that the second I took you from Nathan.” My eyes lock on hers as I speak, my heart desperate for her to believe every word I’m saying. “You’re mine, baby girl. You belong to me.”
She swallows hard, her fingers curled up in the fabric of my shirt. “You’ve only really known me for a couple of weeks, and—”
I shake my head and brush my thumb across her cheek to quiet the spiral that’s forming. “Time doesn’t decide what’s real. We do. When I look at you, I know there’s no way in hell I could ever let you go out into the world again without me. You’re my baby, and I’ll take care of you always.”
She tips up onto her toes and leans into my lips, soft and gentle, the scent of flowers on her skin. I couldn’t tell you which ones. All I know is that it’s a sweet smell, a lot like her.
My girl. My baby. The one thing in this world I’ll protect over everything else.
It’s a soft moment, romantic even. I should keep it that way.
Everything is turning up roses. Hell, I even saw a message from Nathan’s lawyer offering a payout in exchange for the voice message I recorded this afternoon in the driveway.
Who knows how much the payout’s for, but the fact that he’s desperate to negotiate is enough for me.
Life couldn’t get any better, so I shouldn’t push it, and I know for sure I shouldn’t give in to the yearning urge that’s stirring in my jeans. I’m certain I shouldn’t tuck my girl into the cafeteria pantry and drive my cock into her until my balls stop aching again.
I shouldn’t because it’s wrong.
We’re in a public space. A hospital. Anyone could open the door and see us. Anyone could hear her moaning and hear me grunting. Anyone could turn us in and have us banned. Hell, anyone could probably call the cops for the second time in as many days.
I stare down at her heavy tits, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of my oversized T-shirt she’s wearing like a dress, her dark hair laying silky and soft on her shoulders, as her pink lips rest parted.
Heat coils low in my chest, and though I know I should restrain myself, a sharp heavy instinct to take her washes over me.
My pulse kicks, my breath shortens, and suddenly, we’re the only two people in the building.
I need to fuck her!
I need to fill her up!
I need her to know she’s mine!
Heat presses behind my ribs, and without thinking, I lift her onto my shoulder and carry her to the closet at the left side of the cafeteria, shutting it tight by sliding half the storage shelf in front of the door so it’s harder to open.
There aren’t too many people down here tonight, but the few that are present gasp, and I’m sure it won’t be long before someone’s banging on the door, thinking this sweet, little angel is in danger.
Jesus Christ. I’m pretty sure they lock men like me away.
“Daddy needs that pussy, baby girl. He needs it fast.”
She nods once, her eyes glassing over, the scent of her arousal in the small room making me dizzy.
“Sit on that box for Daddy.” I point toward two large boxes stacked on top of one another, and she obeys, climbing up into position.
I slide her to the edge, resting her legs on my shoulders as I unzip my jeans, pull out my cock, and slip into my baby’s tight hole.
“Fuck,” I growl, thrusting into her over and over again as I watch her long hair slip off the back of the cardboard box, her full lips parted, her tits swaying back and forth.
“Oh God,” she moans softly as I continue to thrust, my thumb finding her swollen clit to circle as I fuck whatever innocence was left out of her.
“Good girl. Moan for Daddy. He needs to come.” Goddamn, I’m an animal. My brain is straight fucking static, drowning out all reason. The only thing left is this instinct to fuck, fill her, make sure she knows where she belongs.
As expected, a heavy bang slams against the door. “This is your only warning. You need to leave that room. I’ve called the police.”
That was a bit quick for a call to the police. Fuck. We’ve had enough with the police today.
Pepper’s eyes widen as she stares upward. I fully expect her to tell me to stop. This is fucked up. I shouldn’t have dragged her in here. I’m a grown man. I could’ve waited until we got home to touch her.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. Fill me up!” she pants, her face contorting like she’s too close to the edge.
Well… that face solves all my concerns.
With somebody on the other side of the door banging, I slam into my girl’s tight little pussy, taking in the view of her precious, little body while I scrub her clit and knead her thigh.
“Jesus, baby. Daddy’s right there.” I thrust in harder, each stroke tighter than the last as her pussy clenches down on me.
Keys jingle on the other side of the door, but I can’t stop.
“Go, Daddy,” she pants. “I’m so close.”
I pick up the pace, the slap of our bodies echoing in the small room with the moans, grunts, and sighs. There’s no doubt about what we’re doing here, and at least three people are bickering about it on the other side of the door.
“Come now,” I demand, my free hand now tightened around her ankle. “I’m gonna blow.”
A single thrust later and the room goes dark, my shoulders relax, and I growl out as my balls pulse and empty inside of her.
Jesus Christ.
A fraction of a second later, the door pushes open, catching on the shelf and someone from the outside sticks their hand in to try to move it out of the way.
It’s then that my girl let’s go. Her thighs tighten and convulse, her hand slips under her shirt, squeezing at her perfectly round tits, and her mouth hangs open, the sweetest sounds carrying out into the tiny space.
“Oh my God,” she pants, her cheeks a shade of red I’ve never seen before. “What do we do now?”
“You come out of there and you go to jail!” a woman on the other side of the door barks. “This is sick!”
Pepper bites back a smile and shakes her head as I help her off the box and lean into her lips. “I’m going to walk out like nothing happened. Follow my lead.”
“But what if she took a video?” she whispers so low I can barely understand her.
“If she had, she’d have said that by now. It’s okay.” I take her hand in mine, any guilt I should feel replaced by the overwhelming sense of relaxation that release just gave me. “Daddy will take care of the mean lady.”
I push the shelf out of the way with one hand and the disgruntled woman in a dark pink hoodie and tight ponytail nearly falls forward, though she catches herself on the edge of the door. Her gaze draws upward slowly as though she wasn’t expecting me to be so big.
I stare toward her, unblinking. It’s a trick I learned in the military.
Sometimes, you don’t need to raise your voice or make any dramatic moves.
Sometimes, you just let silence do the work.
Most people can’t stand being looked at.
They start shifting and second guessing themselves as the weight of stillness bears down on them.
I keep my breathing slow, my expression flat. A moment later, her confidence begins to waver. It’s subtle. A flicker in her eyes. The smallest step back.
That’s all I need.
Nodding once toward the disgruntled woman, I hold Pepper’s hand in mine and grab the tray of food she’d gathered off the table before heading toward the register where the very same woman who was trying to break into the closet is now ringing us out.
When we’re out in the dark hallway, Pepper glances toward me with narrowed brows and half a smile. “What was that?”
“It’s a simple tactic I learned in the Army. You look at someone long enough and they crack. They always do.”
“No,” she laughs. “That woman didn’t crack because you were staring at her. Well… I guess technically she did, but she was totally into you.”
“What? No.”
“Yes! I heard her gasp when we walked out of the room. She was enamored by you. Trust me, I know the look. I’ve had it myself.”
“Not true.” I shake my head and tighten my arm around my girl. “She was intimidated by—”
“Your giant stature, huge muscles, and insanely good looks,” she laughs. “Trust me. If that was working in the Army, it’s not for the reasons you think it was.”
I bump her shoulder playfully and shake my head. “I think my baby needs some sleep. Why don’t we drop these things off with your parents? We’ll grab some food on our way home.”
“To the farmhouse?” she says, voice soft as she leans her head against my shoulder.
“You got it.” I kiss her forehead as we empty out onto the other side of the tunnel, the fluorescent lights shining so brightly it takes my eyes a second to adjust.
I guess one could say these lights are as bright as our future, and good God, am I ready for it.