36. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
Savannah
A fter Declan leaves, I can’t help but worry that he is going to be caught. I know he’s going to kill Derek. But I don’t feel sorry for my ex. He’d made plans to sell our daughter to traffickers, so I will never have any sympathy for him. That being said, I don’t think I will survive if Declan goes to prison, especially when I brought this trouble to his doorstep.
Mason sits in the chair by my bed, reading the paper and doing a crossword. He’s tried to start conversations, but I keep getting distracted by the scenes running through my mind. I can’t help but wonder how Derek is going to meet his end. Mason refuses to talk about what Declan is doing, partly because he is an officer of the law, and partly because he doesn’t want Declan to be pissed off that he talked to me about it. According to Declan, I’m not allowed to be exposed to such terrible things. He told me not to think about it or worry and that he’d take care of it. The problem is I can’t stop worrying. Derek is cruel and ruthless. If Declan gets hurt because of me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I can’t live without him. The mere thought is crippling.
There’s a loud scuttle out in the hallway. I hear multiple voices as the door to my hospital room opens. “I’m going in and making sure my friend is okay, and you can fuck off with your rent-a-cop security guard, asshole.”
Mason rises and gets between the bed and my friend Olivia, who’s just burst into my hospital room, bringing her usual brand of chaos with her.
“You can’t be in here, lady. It’s a private room.” As the words leave Mason’s mouth, Olivia steps forward.
“This is my friend and I’m going to see her, rent-a-cop. Move or I’ll move you.”
Mason’s head tilts as his eyebrows furrow. “What kind of cotton candy-looking crazy are you?”
“I’m Olivia. I’m not crazy and I’m not cotton candy, asshole.” Oliva steps up, toe to toe with Mason, who is twice her size. She’s got her hands on her hips, daring him to move her.
Olivia always knew how to make a dramatic entrance.
“Look, lady, no visitors are allowed in this room until my brother gets here.”
“Hey, Goof Troop, try to get me out of here. I dare you.” Olivia’s eyes narrow as she speaks to Mason.
“Both of you, stop, now. Mason, this is Olivia, and she’s my best friend. She helped me get away from Derek.”
“Your man said no visitors and—”
“And you are going to let her in; otherwise, I’ll go out there to her. Which do you think will piss Declan off more? You letting her in or making me get out of this bed and go out there?” I know I’m being unfair because Mason is just doing what his brother asked of him, but these men need to know I won’t be a doormat. Been there, done that, and I didn’t care for it.
Mason reluctantly moves, and Olivia runs over, hugging me tightly. I flinch from the pain.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie. What happened to you? I’ve been trying to call, and you didn’t answer.”
When Olivia talks, everything comes out too fast to answer. My friend has a very colorful personality, and it shows in her rainbow-colored hair. Her nails are each painted a different color, and her eye shadow is dazzling trio colored. Yellow, pink, and blue. If I wore my hair and makeup this way, I’d look like a clown, but Olivia is gorgeous. She’s slender with model-like features. Normally, her hair is blonde, but she changes it at least monthly if not more often and her makeup goes from normal to dramatic, depending on her mood. Since she’s a tattoo artist by trade, she’s covered in gorgeous artwork down both arms.
Not only is Olivia beautiful on the outside, but she’s also the best friend I’ve ever had, and even after abandoning her for two years, she still helped me escape Derek.
“What are you doing here, Liv?”
“I hadn’t heard from you, so I came to town to check and make sure that piece-of-shit husband of yours hadn’t gotten to you. The lady at the desk of the sheriff’s department told me you were here and that Deputy Dog over there was here visiting you. I didn’t know what Derek had done to you.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Honey, what the hell did that psychopath do to you? I’m going to kill him.”
“You realize you have an officer of the court standing here listening to you?” Mason says, standing with his hand on his hips.
“Did I stutter, Goof? Anyone who hurts my girl is fair game to have their ass kicked. I don’t care if Jesus is standing here listening.” Olivia rolls her eyes dramatically. “Your kind keeps covering up the shit Derek does to her, and I’m sick of it. If I have to go to jail to protect Kenzi and Savannah, then so be it.”
Mason’s eyebrows rise and his eyes widen. “You are just a little nutty ball of color, aren’t you?”
With a sigh of frustration, I jump in, trying to stop these two from going at each other. “Both of you need to stop. Olivia, this is Declan’s brother, Mason. Mason, this is my best friend in the world, Olivia. You both need to get along. Otherwise, how are Kenzi and her new brother or sister going to know their Aunt Liv and Uncle Mason?”
“A baby,” Olivia squeals. “Tell me it’s not Dumbo Derek’s.” Olivia’s nose twitches and her eyes narrow.
“No, oh God no. It’s Declan’s.” Mason is standing across the room, and I blush, thinking about what I’m going to say next. My voice comes out in a whisper, hoping only Olivia hears. “He’s got a huge breeding kink and seriously likes the thought of me being pregnant.”
Olivia bursts into laughter. “As long as he treats my girls well, he can do all the cum stuffing he pleases.” She doesn’t even try to keep Mason from hearing her say that.
Mason’s face is frozen in shock. “Cum stuffing? I don’t even want to know what that means.”
“So, you are one of those men who wouldn’t be able to find a clit if it hit you in the face, huh,” Olivia adds smugly.
Mason’s face lights up with delight as he closes the distance between him and Olivia, until their bodies are pressed against each other, sending waves of sexual tension through the air.
“Put your clit in my face and I’ll show you exactly what to do with it, little girl,” he says in a gravelly voice.
Nervous laughter bursts from deep within me, causing me to cough and sputter as my lungs fill with uncontrollable mirth. The tension between these two is as thick as porridge, and I feel the urge to turn away from their private moment. I had a specific reason for whispering. My face is on fire, and I can’t bring myself to meet Mason’s gaze, knowing he heard what was said. Thankfully, he and Olivia are completely engrossed in each other, leaving my embarrassment to go unnoticed.
By the time Declan comes back through the door of my hospital room, I’ve got a headache from listening to Liv and Mason arguing. When he comes in, he strides with a purpose and bends over, holding me tight. I notice that he’s changed clothes, and he’s recently showered too. Neither of us address the reason he would have to change his clothes and shower before returning to the hospital.
Declan’s intense gaze is locked onto me, making me feel embarrassed. Completely oblivious, he fails to notice Olivia or Mason’s presence in the room.
Olivia steps up and taps him on the shoulder. “Hey, baby daddy, time to meet her bestie.”
“Olivia, please,” I try to interrupt before she pisses off Declan, too.
“It’s okay, baby girl. I want to meet and thank your friend for helping my girls get to a safe place.” Turning to her and placing his hand out for her to shake, he speaks, “You brought me my girls. They are my life, and I won’t ever be able to repay you for that.”
Olivia’s brows rise and her mouth drops. I’ve never seen Olivia speechless before. Letting out the breath I’m holding, I finally relax. Derek hated Olivia, and said she had too much mouth and, well, he wasn’t wrong. Liv is bossy, sarcastic, and a complete smart ass. However, her heart is big and generous, once you get through all the rainbow-colored makeup and clothes and the dramatics that, underneath, hide a damaged girl.
Over the next few days, Olivia comes in and spends a couple of hours and then leaves. “Olivia, when are you planning on going home?”
“Trying to get rid of me already, bestie?”
“Of course not. I just want to know how much longer we have together,” I add, which is true.
“Well, I was waiting for the right time to tell you, but I’ve moved to Magnolia Falls. You and Kenzi are here, and I got a great deal on a local building that I can open my shop in.”
“You are living here in town?” I can’t help but bounce on the bed with excitement.
Declan watches us and genuinely smiles when he sees how excited I am by the news. He’s tolerated Olivia well and said that because she’s my friend, she’s his friend too. It’s a relief he won’t be like my ex and try to keep me isolated.
Throughout my stay in hospital, Declan doesn’t leave my side. Kate and Kenzi come and visit during the day and when she gets tired, they take Kenzi back to Kate’s house. Mason helps her with Kenzi, and so does Olivia. Since Declan’s house has been burned to the ground, we decide to move back into my cabin. Well, technically it is Declan’s anyway.
Once I’m released from the hospital, I plan to do the cleaning of the cabin that Derek destroyed, but I’m shocked to see it’s pristine and perfect when we arrive. Mason and some other men around town repaired and cleaned the mess while I was in the hospital. The women around town helped replace the clothes and toys we lost. Kate arranged it all as a surprise for us.
I know Declan doesn’t like the smaller cabin because of memories he has living there with his ex, Lisa. He doesn’t complain when we have to move in, but he says we are rebuilding and making the new home our own. He’s already contacted a contractor that builds modern log cabins and has set up a meeting.
As time goes on, we merge our lives together even more than before. We have our own little group between Olivia and Declan’s family. Kenzi and I are in heaven, never having had that before. Another thing that changes is the size of my stomach, which becomes more rounded and firmer. Finally, the morning sickness disappears, and everyday Declan becomes more obsessed with my body than I ever thought possible.
As embarrassed as I am from the weight gain and additional stretch marks, Declan seems to be mesmerized. Trying to keep myself covered around him becomes a challenge because he can’t keep his hands off me. Finding every excuse to touch me and rip my clothes off has become his hobby.
During an especially challenging day, when I feel depressed and self-conscious over the uncontrollable weight gain, I climb into bed wearing a pair of jogging pants and a large T-shirt, hoping they’ll help cover the blob that my body has become.
“Savannah, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Just joggers and a T-shirt.”
“Why?” Declan’s blue eyes narrow and his brows furrow. “You are going to die of heatstroke wearing all of those clothes. Let me help you take them off.”
Grabbing the front of the shirt to hold it to my body, I let him know the clothes aren’t coming off. “I’m cold. I’m planning on wearing this to bed.”
Declan rises to his knees and whips the jogging pants off my body before I have time to protest. Then, he lays on top of me, palming my ass. “Savannah, tell me what’s really going on with you, sweetheart.”
“I’m fat and ugly. I don’t want you to see me this way.” My nose burns and my eyes water as I hold back the tears threatening to escape.
“Baby girl, haven’t you noticed I can’t keep my hands off you? You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Besides, the changes to your body are from you carrying our child. You’ve done something amazing by building a human being. Your body is a wonderful and beautiful sight.”
“But I have stretch marks and I’m a whale.”
“Baby, no, you are growing a life inside you. Those stretch marks symbolize your body opening up to cradle our baby until they are ready to be in our arms. It’s the most precious thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I’m grateful to you for giving me this gift.”
He brings his lips to mine, gently running his tongue along my the bottom lip before pushing his way into my mouth. He tastes like mint from the toothpaste he used before bed. As we continue to kiss, Declan pulls my shirt over my head and throws it onto the bedroom floor.
Bending his neck, he brings his mouth down to suckle on my left breast before swapping and administering the same attention to my right one. I can’t contain the whimper that escapes me. He nips and licks his way down my body until he reaches the inside of my thighs, which he kisses on both sides. The anticipation makes my pussy leak. His tongue lashes out, licking between my lips. He adds a finger, fucking me gently with it. My hips start to move on their own accord, trying to get the friction I so desperately need to come.
I feel wetness across my chest. As I look down, I notice a milky substance leaking from my breasts. It seems, the more turned on I get, the more they leak. Declan’s eyes are set on the milk leaking from them and he swiftly moves his mouth from my pussy to lap up the liquid from my breasts. There’s a hard bulge hitting me in the stomach as he continues to suckle the milk leaking from my chest.
“This sweet milk taste so fucking good. I think I’m going to be jealous of the baby getting to drink this every day.”
I should be embarrassed or horrified, but he’s so turned on by me leaking breast milk and being pregnant. It’s fueling my desire. A slick wetness is leaking down my thighs as Declan brings his mouth back to my weeping pussy lips. Licking me and circling my clit sets me off, causing an orgasm so strong that I see spots behind my eyes. My moans are too loud, and I’m afraid I’m going to wake Kenzi up. Declan must have the same concern, because he places his hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the sound.
He uses his other hand to reach down and place his rock-hard cock to my opening before sliding in, just as I let out a scream. Entering my tight pussy adds a tinge of pain to the pleasure and almost makes me come too soon. As he thrusts in and pulls almost all the way out before pushing back inside, he seems to get harder. My pussy is so wet we can hear the movement of his dick in and out of my body. I feel a tightening in my lower abdomen before Declan moans and stops moving. I feel the warm spray of his cum filling me, and it makes my pussy flutter and constrict as I come all over his dick. Sex while pregnant has been even better than before, which is saying a lot because Declan and I always have great sex. He pulls me over onto his chest, kissing my sweaty forehead. My body feels like jelly, all relaxed and exhausted.
Thinking back to my previous life, when having sex with Derek was painful and I was disgusted with him, my body, and our relationship, I can’t believe this is my life now. Declan is always taking care of me and Kenzi. He’s controlling and overbearing, as he said he would be, but he does it to keep us safe and sometimes to keep his own sanity. Not able to hold my eyes open, I fall asleep, satisfied and happy.