Heart of the Hunter (84 page)

“Oh, Grant,” I cried out as he neared his climax.

I could feel his cock swell with pleasure.

“Oh, Lacey,” he said, thrusting himself deep into me.

Right at the moment that I thought he was going to burst, I started to climax. My orgasm rushed through me like a tornado, destroying every ounce of resistance my body contained. I screamed, pleasure surging through every vein and nerve inside me.

As soon as my orgasm ended, Grant flipped me over. One look at his cock and I could tell he hadn’t come yet.

“Didn’t you finish?”

“I will now,” he said.

He spread my legs as I looked up into his beautiful eyes.

“You’re my wife now, Lacey.”

“I know,” I said, panting from pleasure. “I still can’t believe it. This morning when I woke up, I didn’t even know we were getting married. I didn’t even know you wanted me. Now I’m yours.”

“I had to act decisively,” he said. “Before you changed your mind and started giving me hell,” he said, grinning.

He slid his cock into my waiting pussy and I reached up and put my hands around his neck. The muscles in his shoulders rippled like the muscles in a horse’s neck.

“Come in me,” I said. “Come in me, husband.”

And he did. Instantly, I felt a throb in his bulging cock. I stared up at him, and he stared back down at me, his gaze burning into my very soul. He shut his eyes, then opened them again. A burst of semen poured from his cock into my pussy. It felt so good. We owned each other now. He was my husband. I was his wife.

“Come,” I gasped. “Come inside me, husband.”

And another surge of my husband’s semen poured into me.

“Yes,” he cried. “Yes, Lacey. Yes, wife.”

His cock throbbed and throbbed, his semen pumping and pouring into me so powerfully that I knew we’d created a bond that would last forever. We would belong to each other forever. Grant and Lacey. Lacey and Grant. That was the way it would be, because that’s the way it was always meant to be.

It wasn’t because of any decisions we’d made that our paths had crossed. My father had done it. God had done it.

Grant’s semen pouring into my pussy was just the proof of what had always been destined to happen.

Chapter 51

Grant

I
ORGASMED INSIDE LACEY
so hard I thought I would die. In fact, if I had died at that moment, I could honestly say that I would have died a happy man. I’d achieved the best thing in life that a man can ever hope to achieve, I had the love of a good woman, a woman who knew me and knew how to love me, and that’s all a man can really ask for in this world.

This isn’t something you’ll hear very often, but all men are born incomplete. They’re only half of what they know they really should be. They don’t attain the other half of their potential until they find the right woman who loves them just the way they need to be loved. No man is perfect. Believe me. I know. We all have our faults, our weaknesses, our failings. We try to hide them, and often we do a pretty good job, but beneath the surface those weaknesses are there, and we know it.

So when we find the woman who knows about those weaknesses, who sees those things that are wrong with us, and still loves us, that’s when we finally feel complete. No matter what a man says, he can’t live without the love of his woman, and that’s what counts. Women love with their entire heart. They love like their life depends on it. They love so completely that they could eclipse the sun.

And every man knows it. Deep in his heart, he knows it. And he knows he needs it. Men like to think they’re strong and independent, but the truth is, we know that we’re meant to be part of something bigger. We’re meant to be part of a relationship, and only when we’ve found that relationship can we truly be complete. Only then can we create a family.

I sighed in the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt as if every pleasure nerve in my body was completely satisfied. I couldn’t have felt more complete. Lying right next to me, was the woman that chose to love me. Lacey. My wife. She was mine now, and I was hers, and that’s the way we would be for the rest of our lives. There’s something comforting in knowing something about your future. It’s difficult to find much certainty in the world. So much changes. So much is up for grabs. But one thing was certain for me. No matter what else happened, I would love Lacey, and she would love me. I knew that would never change, because we’d already been loving each other for half our lives. Even if we’d never had the courage to admit it to each other.

“I love you, Lacey,” I said.

Lacey just smiled at me. Her phone beeped and she looked at it.

“Who is it?” I said.

“It’s Faith. Oh my God.”

“What does it say?”

“It says she and Jackson are pregnant.”

“Wow,” I said. “Jackson’s a lucky man. I know this will make him very happy.”

“They’re both very lucky.”

“Yes they are,” I said.

I got up to go to the washroom. I picked up my phone on the way and dialed Jackson’s number.

“Congratulations, brother,” I said. “Another baby on the way.”

“Yes, sir,” Jackson said. “We couldn’t be happier. Faith just found out.”

I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror.

“I’m so happy for you man. Circumstances are a lot different this time, eh?”

“Yes they are. Do you remember what it was like last time?”

“We thought you were dead. It was terrible,” I said. “We thought we’d lost you forever.”

“Well, this time I’ll be here for every moment. I’m not going to miss a single second of my baby’s life.”

“Tell Faith I said congratulations too.”

“I will,” Jackson said. “And congratulations to you too, man.”

I smiled. It felt so good to be married. “Thanks,” I said.

“We’ll be fathers together.”

“What?”

“Oh,” Jackson said. “Shit. You didn’t hear that from me, man. You’ve got to promise me you won’t tell Faith and Lacey I said that. That’s a big secret. I didn’t realize you still didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“I’ve got to go, brother. I said too much already.”

He hung up. I put down the phone. I looked up into the mirror, and for a brief second I didn’t recognize who was looking back at me. It didn’t look like me at all. The eyes, the mouth, the expression on the face. It wasn’t my face, but the face of my father. It was the expression he’d worn the last time I saw him alive. A knot formed in my throat, and I thought I was going to cry, but I didn’t.

I didn’t cry. I smiled.

Then I opened the door and went back into the bedroom. I looked at Lacey. It was true. She was different. How had I not noticed? Her breasts were full, her cheeks were glowing with a healthy warmth. Was that the beginning of a bump on her belly? Maybe it was.

“I love you, wife,” I said quietly.

She turned and looked at me.

I cleared my throat. “We’re having a baby, aren’t we?”

Her mouth dropped open. “How do you know?”

“I just know,” I said.

She smiled at me, and I saw a trace of fear in her expression.

“I know it’s mine,” I said.

She nodded. “It is.”

I reached out and pulled her toward me.

“What are you doing?” she said as I climbed on top of her. “Grant, I’m exhausted.”

“I don’t care,” I said. “You don’t give a man the best news of his life, you don’t give him a miracle, and then expect him not to show you how grateful he is.”

My cock was rock hard. Knowing my baby was already inside her filled me with such a passion, such a hunger for her, that I could hardly control it. I put my cock against the lips of her pussy and they were already wet, already waiting for me. I slid right into her and the look on her face told me something I’d never dreamed.

I was going to be a father and a husband. I was going to have a full life, of love and happiness. I was complete.

I was a man.

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Chapter 1

Elle

E
LLE BARCLAY LOOKED INTO THE
face of the man she thought she loved. Tears fell from her eyes.

How could she have been so wrong about him?

His name was Gris. He was seven years older than her, about thirty, but the lines on his face and the gray in his hair made him look at least forty. He had a wooden baseball bat in his hands and he swung it down violently on the kitchen table, smashing it in half.

“Gris,” she cried, “please.”

She hated the pleading tone of her voice. She hated how scared she sounded, how powerless she felt. This was the man she’d told herself she loved. She’d told herself she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She’d told herself he was a good man.

“Get down on your knees, bitch,” Gris snarled. “Get down on the ground where you belong.”

He was slapping the bat into his left hand menacingly, as if warming up for a baseball inning, but Elle knew from experience that the only thing Gris wanted to hit with it was her.

“Don’t do this, Gris. Please don’t do this.”

“I thought I told you to get on your knees, bitch. Don’t make me say it again.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she got down on her knees. It was a position she’d become all too familiar with during her years with Gris.

“That’s it, you worthless whore. You know where you belong, don’t you?”

She looked down at the ground.

“I said, you know where you belong, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What? Speak up. I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes, Gris.”

“You’re a filthy, disgusting little whore, aren’t you? You’re fat. You’re ugly. You’re worthless.”

Silence. She couldn’t bring herself to answer. Deep within her, she knew those words weren’t true, but there was something about having a man yell them in her face that made her almost believe them.

Smash
.

The bat came down on the steel sink, almost tearing it from the counter. Elle flinched, and she hated herself for showing yet more weakness, yet more fear.

“Your mother knew it, didn’t she?”

Elle nodded, almost imperceptibly, but Gris noticed.

“That’s right. She knew you were a worthless little cunt. She knew no one could ever love you. Hell, even
she
couldn’t love you, could she? Your own mother couldn’t love you, Elle, and you were
her
baby.”

Elle stared at the ground. Gris came over and bent down so that his face was level with hers. He grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him.

“She knew you were worthless, didn’t she?”

Elle looked back. She looked into those glassy eyes she’d thought would offer her love. She looked into that face she’d found so handsome once upon a time.

“Your own mother didn’t want you.”

Elle let the words wash over her while blocking as much of their meaning as possible. It was the one truth she regretted letting Gris know. It was the one chink in the armor she’d built for herself. She never should have told him.