12. Galen
CHAPTER 12
Galen
“D addy?” Fuck , I’ll never tire of the sound of her throaty little whine.
“Sshhh, baby doll, Daddy just needs to fill you up.” For a week now, I’ve been fucking her to sleep every night as I hunt down the asshole who scared the shit out of her that first day I picked her up. Since then, she’s been doing everything online.
“Sooooo big.” Her eyes struggle to open as I slide deeper into her tight cunt.
“Back to sleep, baby. Daddy will take care of you.” She yawns and nods her head, quickly following orders. I discovered a few nights ago that she’s a heavy sleeper, and there’s something addicting about fucking her while she’s out cold.
Sometimes, like tonight, she’ll wake up, and other times, she doesn’t even notice when I rock in and out of her tight sheath until she wakes up in the morning to more cum leaking from her body.
Lying on her side, I push her leg up, opening her to me as I gently glide my dick inside her to the hilt. Groaning as her body constricts around my aching dick, I fight the instinct to pound her the way she likes.
Soaked as I withdraw, I push back in until I have nowhere else to go. She’s so fucking tiny underneath me, like my perfect doll, and I can’t get enough.
Tilting her shoulder back to get at her tits, I bend over and suck a pebbled bud into my mouth as I rock in and out. Her body lights up like I knew it would, and soon, her orgasm springs to the surface.
Gripping her hips, I plunge repeatedly, deep dicking my wife until my own release races up my spine, and I can’t hold back from spurting thick rope after rope deep inside her core. Biting down on her tit, I ride the wave of euphoria until I’m depleted and collapse behind her. Pulling her into my body, I spend the night holding her as tight to me as I can.
* * *
Brushing Piper’s hair as she talks through the plot of a story she intends to write, I feel pride expanding my heart. This woman is so full of life. She’s smart, witty, and far more creative than I imagined.
“Galen?” Her head tilts back to look at me.
“Sorry, baby, I was daydreaming.” Dropping a kiss on her lips, I lick across the seam so she knows exactly what I was thinking about. “What did you ask me?”
Rolling her eyes, she sighs before repeating her question. “I was asking if you think I should go with a rag-tag pack of shifters from different species who find their fated mates in a small town or if I should stay traditional and away from anything paranormal?” The hope in her eyes shows me the answer I need to give.
“Shifters would be cool.” Her bright smile brings me to my knees, literally. “Christ, the way you own me, Piper. You know how much I love you, right?” Cupping her cheeks in my large palms, she cuddles into them as I drag her closer.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she meets my kiss with a soft one of her own. “Of course, I know. You tell me all the time, and I feel it in every touch.”
“Good.” I return to my feet and spin her around to finish braiding her hair. “Because I have to tell you something.” Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I hate how she transitions straight to fear.
“What?”
“I know who’s been following you.” And it fucking enrages me to the point that I’ve had to stop myself from committing murder since getting the alert on my phone early this morning.
She takes in a deep breath before asking who.
“Marcus.” I spit his name like the curse it is.
“But…why?” Fastening her hair at the ends, I guide her to stand before me.
“I wish you could see and understand what every breathing male on earth does when it comes to you, baby.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand.” I fucking hope she never loses this innocence; it might actually kill me.
“I know you don’t, doll, and I’m fucking glad.” She pouts, and I want to suck on her luscious lips. “You just need to know I will always take care of any threats against you, okay? After today, you can go back to school if you want, or you can continue what we’ve been doing the last week. Whatever you want.” Please want to stay home. I can no longer imagine being separated from her for any length of time.
“What are you going to do?” Resting her head against my chest, she circles my waist with her arms, holding onto me.
“Much as I’d like to kill him, Ma would be upset, so I’m going to put the fear of god into the little asshole and make sure he understands just how off-limits you are, and if he ever does this to you or anyone else again, I won’t be as nice.”
* * *
At two in the morning, I should be in bed with my wife, nailing her with another load of baby batter and making sure she’s knocked up. Fucking her while she sleeps. I should be doing all of those things. Instead, I’m sitting in the dark in Marcus’ living room, waiting for him to return from the bar. I’m almost certain some whore will be on his arm when he walks through the door, which is why I have a cab parked a few houses down. They’ll be taking her home while I teach my little brother a lesson in how to treat women.
I can’t blame him for wanting to be near Piper, to watch Piper. I did for months. However, if she had meant so fucking much to him, then he shouldn’t have fucked things up with her. He should have held on tight and treated her like the queen she is.
Now, he’s about to get a taste of his own medicine, and I have no remorse about it. It never mattered how well my parents raised us, Marcus still turned into an asshole who’s been in need of an ass-whooping for a long fucking time. Since I’ve been gone most of my adult life, I haven’t had the opportunity to do so before now.
Headlights illuminate the room, and I ready for a fight I’ve been dying to get into for years. Cracking my knuckles, I grind my teeth as I hear drunken laughter when two bodies come stumbling through the front door. My brother is groping the woman before the door is even shut, and her fake moans make my ears burn.
Getting to my feet, I flip the lamp on. “Marcus,” I growl out. The more I see of him, the angrier I become.
Startled, they both turn around, and I can see she’s way more wasted than he is. “What the fuck are you doing here, Galen?”
“There’s a cab two houses up. I suggest you go home,” I tell the girl. She sobers long enough to recognize that this isn’t a place she wants to be. Nodding, she darts back out the door, and I watch her stumble her way up the block. A few seconds later, the cab drives by the house, and I refocus my attention on my brother.
Squaring off with Marcus, it’s apparent that he’s sluggish but no less aggravated. “Why the fuck are you following my wife around campus?”
He scoffs, but I spot the truth in his eyes and the way he scratches the back of his neck. “I’m not.” Such a weak denial.
“Marcus!” I snap and growl. “You fucking terrified her to the point that she’s been hiding at home for a week. That’s a big fucking problem for me.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have stolen her from me!”
“I didn’t, you fucking idiot. You scared her off by not respecting her wishes. You accosted her and would have fucking raped her if she hadn’t kneed you in the balls and ran.” When Piper told me that little nugget, I’d wanted to come and kill him right then. Had she not decided to take control and sit on my dick, I might have.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Neck scratching again. It’s always been his tell.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Marcus!” My bark makes him jump and nearly knock a picture off the wall at his back. “I could fucking kill you for the pain you’re causing her. Have caused for months. You’re a fucking piece of shit, Marcus, and if not for my wife, I’d be burying your fucking body tonight. For some reason, she just doesn’t want you to die. So, here’s what you’re going to do…take this whooping like a fucking man, and then get your shit straight because I’m telling you now, she won’t convince me to let you live again.”
Before he can utter a word, I storm forward and swing a rage-infused fist at his face, knocking out two teeth and splitting his lip open. He doesn’t get a chance to recover before I’m on him again from the left, breaking his nose and blackening his eye.
That’s all he can take, but I have one more message for him: “You were invited to the parents for brunch on Saturday…skip it. Make an excuse; I don’t fucking care. Don’t show up. Ma and Piper want to make this a monthly thing. If you show up next month with anything but an apology for Piper, I will fucking kick your ass in front of everyone. Are we clear?” He gasps while holding his shirt to his nose and nods his head. “I intend on knocking her up, little brother. It’d be nice if my kids had a decent uncle. Don’t make me regret letting you live.”
Walking out his door, I get in my truck and head home to a woman waiting for me to fill her up. She had no idea I was coming tonight, but she’s not a fool. It won’t take her long to figure it out, so I’ll need to be in her good graces before then.