A Perfect Love (13 page)

Lifting my arms, I placed my hands on top of my head, clasping my fingers together. The only thing that prevented me from calling the local police station, or getting Mace to call it in to his friends still on the force, was the fact I wanted words with him beforehand. Once I had, I would make the call so he’d be thrown back in jail, where he belonged. “As soon as you find him, tell me. I’m going to be there.”

“You sure about that?”

I gave him a hard stare.

“Okay, Liam. I’ll let you know. You going to tell Jo?”

A deep sigh escaped. I was tired. Tired of keeping stuff from Jo and damn tired of worrying about her. “After tomorrow, I will. She’ll find out sooner or later anyway. I can’t keep crap from that woman.”

Mace laughed. “Ain’t that the truth.”

I smiled a fraction before standing. “Thanks, Mace. I’m going to bed. You good? Know where you’re staying?”

He nodded.

Heading inside, I turned before sliding the door closed behind me. “Just so you know, I agree with what Jo said to you earlier. You need to step up and be an uncle, and I need to pull my head out of my arse and stop blaming you. I’m sorry, brother.”

I spotted his brisk nod and then headed inside. I needed to be tucked in bed with Jo, away from thoughts of David and the nightmares of our past.

My favourite way to wake up was with Jo’s mouth wrapped around my cock. My second was to wake while she was fast asleep, so I could rouse her with
my
mouth. And that was exactly what I did.

Everything about Jo’s body was changing. Obviously, her breasts were bloody fantastic. They were always amazing and I loved paying them lots of attention, but as swollen as they were, was something I could definitely get used to. It was more than that, though. There were the subtle differences, her scent and taste for one.

My mouth between her thighs, I inhaled deeply before I went to town. She was always sweet, but with her pregnancy, her sweetness was that much tastier; plus, she seemed to open up even easier before me with the shift in her hormones. Legs wide, I released a satisfied groan as she began to ride my face. She was in that awesome middle ground of sleep and awake. I knew from experience when she was going down on me as I slept, that it was the time when I thought I may be dreaming. I was always so goddamn relieved when I woke up and realised I wasn’t.

Her hands clamped down on my head.

She was definitely awake. She ground herself harder against me, never one to shy away from showing and telling me what she wanted, and Christ, I was the harder for it. I knew she was ready for my fingers, and most definitely for my cock, once she chanted my name.

My fingers took over where my mouth had been, allowing me to concentrate on her swollen nub. Bringing her to the precipice, I was a mean bastard, knowing all it would take was a hard suck and tug, with a couple of deep thrusts and she would spiral over the edge. Instead, I pulled away from her.

“Morning, beautiful.” I kissed her inner thigh. “Do you want me to make breakfast?” I grinned, waiting for her response.

Leaning on her elbows, she shot me daggers, but her sexy mouth couldn’t conceal the smile which danced there. “I don’t bloody well think so.” She wriggled around and lifted her hips slightly. “You need to finish off what you damn well started.”

Pulling up on my knees, I grinned down at her, amused by her response. She was so goddamn hot when she got all demanding on me. I leaned down and kissed her, careful not to put weight on her stomach. Her tongue entered my mouth, and I knew she was chasing her own sweetness. “Damn, woman.” I pulled back from her and lifted her legs in the air, resting her ankles on my shoulders. One of the many bonuses of her pregnancy was we’d really mixed it up recently in the bedroom. And I loved every single moment of it.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I nudged her, immediately revelling in the way she coated me. Once more, she lifted her hips, forever impatient, which also pushed me in deeper, much to both of our satisfaction. Placing my hands on her hips, I needed to take control, or else she’d be making me come undone before I knew it. I was already horny enough and near exploding. I wanted to last longer than two damn minutes. “Hold still, woman.”

She grinned in response. Entering her slowly, I stilled, tearing her grin from her face and leaving her with parted lips. I pulled out before slamming in deeply. Long gone were my reservations of hitting our baby on its head, or some weird shit like that. I knew I was big and was downright convinced I could do our kid some serious harm—if not physically, then psychologically. Our baby being nudged by my dick while in Jo’s womb freaked me the crap out. It wasn’t until I’d voiced my concerns a few weeks earlier, when about thirty minutes later, once she’d calmed down enough from laughing and peeing her goddamn pants, again, that she put my mind at ease.

She’d then proceeded to tell virtually everyone in our close circle, her parents included, since then about my concern of poking our baby.

Fears long forgotten, I rode her hard, enjoying every whimper and groan that escaped her. Feeling my balls tingle, I knew I was almost spent, and while I’d pulled back earlier and not allowed Jo to find her release from my mouth and fingers, there was no chance I was coming without her. “That’s it, baby.” Reaching for her clit, I pressed hard and circled. Always receptive to my touch, Jo clenched around me and called out her release. The spasms transferred to me, and after a few more thrusts, my own orgasm ripped through me.

It was definitely a bloody amazing way to start the day, much better than having to wake early to drag myself to an early-morning meeting. This was a much better version of how my day should start.

Pulling out of her, I reached for the tissues and passed her a couple. Cleaning up, I headed to the en-suite and threw them into the toilet before heading back to bed.

“Morning, beautiful,” I greeted again. As she tilted her head back, my lips found hers.

Pulling away, she smiled and followed it with a yawn. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” Jo turned in my arms.

I nodded around my own yawn.

“Yeah,” she scoffed. “Looks like it.” Her hand found the space between my brow and she rubbed the creases I knew formed between them. “Did you have a good talk with Mace when I left?”

“I did.” I smiled. “And thank you.” She lifted a brow in question as I continued, “I heard what you said to him, and thank you. He needed it.”

“And you? I did it for you, too.”

A burst of love erupted from my chest at the amazing woman in my arms. She was perfect. I had removed my rose-tinted glasses the first time she’d threatened to bust my balls, and despite her being as clumsy as a clown with odd feet, and her loud-arse snores, she was my kind of perfect.

“Thank you, baby. I know.”

“This thing with David.” She gulped when she said his name, but kept her face stoic as she continued. “Obviously, it’s brought a whole heap of crap up, but it’s also finally made me put to rest some stupid stuff I was keeping a hold of. And just so you know, I’ve made a decision.”

Returning the smile that appeared on her face, I kissed the tip of her nose. “What’s that, baby? This looks serious.”

She prodded me in the ribs. “Well, I’ve realised that when the odds are stacked against you, you don’t run and hide. You step up and give life the middle finger.”

I burst out laughing. “God, I love you, woman.”

“I know. I’m pretty amazing.” She grinned.

“Yes, you are.” I smiled and leaned toward her, my mouth finding hers. Pulling her tightly toward me, she pushed against me so I landed on my back. A moment later, she straddled me, apparently ready for round two. Her fantastic breasts, which had grown bigger in the last few weeks, were on perfect display before me. Leaning up on my elbows, I beckoned her to kiss me. That was all the prompting she needed.

Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue seeking out my own, while every now and then caressing it. Our kiss deepened as I lifted her slightly, ready to enter her.

“Yo, brother.” Three heavy raps thudded against our door.

Hands still on Jo’s hips, I groaned. A light laugh escaped her lips. “What?”

“Coffee’s on, and I need to leave in a few.”

“Okay. Coming.”

“Pfft, apparently not,” Jo said around her laughter as she moved off me. “Would have been a great way to start the morning.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. No day started better than with screwing my wife. “It’s not like you didn’t come. You getting greedy?” I teased. I leaned over and kissed her lightly.

“Two would have been nicer.”

I laughed. “Tonight, babe.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Taking one last glance at her naked body, I groaned in frustration and dragged my arse out of bed. As soon as I was dressed and ready for the day, I headed out to the kitchen. Mace grinned and poured me a coffee when I entered.

“Good sleep?” He handed me my coffee.

“Could have been better.”

“You look a bit strained there, Liam. Catch you at a bad time?”

I considered wiping that stupid-arse grin off his face. It had been a while since I’d put him in a headlock, but I was sure I could if I was pissed enough. “Yeah, thanks, Mace. Great timing, arsehole.”

A loud laugh burst out of him. “Yeah, sorry about that.” His face turned serious, the brief early-morning banter quickly over. “He’s turned up. You going to come with me now?”

I placed my mug on the benchtop. This was really going to happen. I had no idea what the hell David’s issue was, or what he had planned, but I was going to find out. “Sure thing. I just need to have a word with Jo.”

Mace picked up his helmet and headed outside. I grabbed my own and let Jo know I was heading out with Mace. I held back from saying where. It was Saturday, so Jo was happy to chill out and would no doubt be meeting up with Ella at some point.

Mounting my bike, I started it and revved the engine. Nodding at Mace, he pulled out and I followed closely behind, ready to face this shit head-on.

Cutting our engines outside of Alain’s dilapidated house, I steadied my breathing, willing myself to calm down and not pound the shit out of David when I saw him. I’d been calling my dad ‘David’ since I was twelve. The moment, still so vivid, was a defining one in my childhood. Fast asleep in bed one night, just a few weeks after my twelfth birthday, he charged into my room high as a kite and kicked the shit out of me while I slept. The first punch woke me up; the fifteenth knocked me out. He’d left me with two black eyes, a handful of broken ribs and a thirst to never see the scumbag again. I knew then that he was not worthy of the term dad. Dads were meant to support and protect, to love. None of these were given by David. All he gave me, on top of the regular beatings, was fear with a tide of hatred.

For two more years, I had to live under his junkie rule. Mace protected me when he could, often by taking the beating himself, but he couldn’t always be there. He was working hard to get out of our home, and was going through the training needed to ensure he’d be accepted into the police force. As soon as he’d earned enough money to get a place of his own, he took me with him.

It wasn’t lost on me, the sacrifices Mace had made for me over the years. There weren’t many eighteen-year-olds who took on the parenting of a fourteen-year-old. Mace had done so the best he knew how and I hadn’t turned out so bad. Once more, shoulder-to-shoulder, we were about to face David. I couldn’t help but marvel at the differences between then and now. No longer was I the scared little boy he once knew.