Wife Me Bad Boy (29 page)
Authors: Chance Carter
Tags: #Womens, #Romance, #Fiction, #Suspense, #Bad Boy, #Literary, #Contemporary
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.
Bad Boy Daddy
Chance Carter
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Chapter 1
Faith
T
HE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM,
I hated his guts.
He was the sexiest creature on God’s green earth, and he was all the things I would never have. He was cocky, arrogant, and confident, but in none of the ways I was used to with Wolf.
He walked into the Los Lobos hangout like he owned the place. He was late for his appointment and, for a brief moment, I wondered what he must have told the guards for them to let him past. I was the only one still in the bar, enjoying a rare moment to myself.
“I’m looking for Wolf,” he said.
I shrugged. “You’re late.”
I was different in those days. I wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt me, and I took it out on whoever I could. I’m not proud of the way I was, but things were getting desperate for me and I was too afraid to admit I’d made a mistake. Wolf Staten was my mistake—a cruel, brutish mistake—a mistake I could never unmake.
“Well, whatever you do, don’t trouble yourself,” he said, an arrogant smile on his lips.
Was this jerk taunting me?
The truth was, I was sick of Los Lobos and their smooth-talking, tattooed, musclemen. The fact that this one had arms like Mark Wahlberg and a smile to match didn’t change that. He was a criminal, just like the others, and if he wanted to speak to Wolf, he could damn well show up on time like everyone else.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to jump to attention every time a guy like you walked in.”
“You always this friendly to your potential partners?”
“You’re not my potential anything,” I said.
“You don’t know that.”
I looked into his eyes. Something about his confidence bugged the crap out of me. I couldn’t say what. Usually when people came to Los Lobos, they were scared to death. This guy looked like he was on a morning stroll through the park.
“Yes, I do,” I said, pointedly.
He held me in his gaze, then shrugged cheekily. “You might be surprised.”
“Might I? I doubt it.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
He was infuriating.
“Forget it,” I said. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. Then forget what you forgot. You look like the kind of guy who could manage that.”
He let out a laugh.
My eyes glanced over his chiseled chest and torso. God, he was sexy.
“God, you’re touchy,” he said.
I sighed. “I have my reasons.”
“I bet you do,” he said, looking around the bar.
I didn’t know if he was agreeing with me or challenging me. I didn’t know how to read him. He was frank and direct, didn’t play games, and in the world I lived in, games were the only thing that mattered.
“We could do this all day,” I said, “but I’m not in the mood for banter.”
“Have it your way. You know where I can find him?”
“Who?” I said, knowing full well who he meant. I was prolonging our interaction without even realizing it.
Was I that lonely for real contact?
“
Wolf
.”
“I’m sorry, is there something about me that gives you the impression I’m his secretary?”
“Jesus. What is it with you? Just tell me where he is.”
“Fine. He’s gone. They all are. You missed them.”
“Shit,” he said.
I nodded. “So, you know, don’t let me keep you.”
I’d become a bitch and I knew it.
He
knew it too, but he took it as a challenge. He was one of those guys who wanted what he couldn’t have.
He looked at me and a smile crossed his face that drove me mad. He was so sexy I had to bite my lip. I won’t say what I really wanted to bite. It wasn’t every day I was alone with a guy like this. Wolf was too jealous to allow it. The way this guy looked at me made my heart speed up.
“Girl, you’re lucky I don’t come over there and teach you some manners.”
A mental image of him bending me over the bar and spanking my naked butt flashed before my eyes. It made my cheeks flush.
I knew I was being a bitch. I didn’t mean to be. He was charming as hell. He was just my type too, sexy, the bad boy look, muscles, tattoos, a raw attitude that exuded confidence. I wanted him to leave so that I wouldn’t be reminded of all the things I couldn’t have. I already knew he was nothing like Wolf. This guy would be good to his girl. He’d treat her right. He wouldn’t hit her. I had experience in that department, and I could tell. The truth was, this guy was everything I’d given up forever by getting involved with Wolf, and it was torture to see it.
I wanted him to turn around and walk out the door so I didn’t have to look at him, but another part of me was desperate for him to stay.
