Page 64 of Outlaw Xmas
He shoved his cock in and out a few more times, and then a rush of intense pleasure burst through, his hot seed filling her quivering pussy. He leaned down and covered her back with his chest, his arms wrapped snuggly around her waist to keep her up. She straightened and he walked her to their bed to lie down. They clung to each other, fused together by their raw passion and lust, never wanting to let go. Their breaths were still shallow and fast, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his skin.
“You know, I didn’treallybelieve you cheated on me,” Cara whispered as she placed her leg across his. “It’s just that Doris sounded so smug and satisfied as if she were saying, ‘See, your man is just as bad as all the others.’ It pissed me off, and I took it out on you.”
“Doris likes to make trouble. Banger’s called her on it many times over the years. He’s told Ruben numerous times that he needs to control his woman better.” He felt her bristle under his touch. “Let’s don’t start a discussion about the ‘control his woman’ comment. Okay, babe?” He kissed the top of her head.
“We’ll talk about that another time,” she said.
He laughed. “Being married to a lawyer can be challenging sometimes.”
“What does that mean?”
“It just means you have to always have the last word, and I think’s it’s fuckin’ cute.”
She tilted her head back and her gaze bore into his. “I love you so much. Even when you piss the hell out of me, I love you.”
He dipped his head down and kissed her deeply. “I love you too. When you were gone, a piece of my heart was missing. Fuck, babe, you’re the only one in my life and don’t ever think for one second you’re not. I should’ve called. That shit won’t happen again.” He wanted to tell her that he acted like a damn jerk and he was sorry he worried her, but it wasn’t his style.
“Tomorrow night I’m going out with some of the women for our ladies’ night. You and the kids will be on your own.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see if Banger, Jax, and Chas wanna come over for pizza and beer. The kids can play together, and Isa can hang out with us.”
She chuckled. “I don’t know if I want you guys corrupting her.”
He ruffled her hair. “Fuck. It’s gonna be hard when she gets to be a teenager and guys start wanting to go out with her.”
“I feel so sorry for Isa. You’re going to be impossible.”
“Actually, babe, you should feel sorry for the boys who are gonna want to go out with her.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will. They’re going to be petrified of you.” She giggled.
He chuckled and warmth spread through him as he pressed her closer to him. Everything was good now. He had his sexy wildcat in his arms again and his two kids back home.
He smiled when he heard her breathing deeply, and he pulled the blanket tighter around them. Staring out the window, he watched the ragged edges of stony gray clouds race across the leaden sky as a silvery mist licked at the treetops and neighboring roofs. Ice drops pelted against the window, and he was glad he was inside with the love of his life snug in his arms.
Chapter Nineteen
Sofia
Out of thecorner of her eyes, she watched Tigger as he walked warily into the bedroom, carrying a large bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small plastic bag in another. Closing her eyes, she feigned sleep, trying to ignore the sharp pains ripping through her body each time she inhaled. Blood leaked beneath her skin, making red and purple bruises on her pale flesh. There would be no doctors, no evidence, no mention of his cruelty, only a bouquet of flowers and perhaps a CD of her favorite group.
“Sweetcakes, are you sleeping?”
The touch of his hand on her shoulder made her cringe internally, though his cooing voice made her relax because it meant the cruel monster had been replaced by the groveling lover. The warm, smoky scent of hickory wisped under her nose.He’s pulling out all the stops this time.He was cooking one of her favorite meals, baby back ribs, though the irony was that she’d never be able to eat through the pain that cut short each breath she took.
“I’m making ribs. I know how you love them. I picked up some coleslaw and have potatoes boiling.” His lips pressed against her temple and she trembled. “Talk to me.”
Cracking her eyes open, the light from the hallway pierced them. “The light. It hurts my eyes,” she croaked, and he leapt up from the bed and closed the door, blocking it out. At that moment, he’d do anything for her. He’d treat her like he used to in the beginning. If the pain wasn’t so acute, and her cheeks weren’t swelling up, she could almost pretend that nothing had happened. Tigger always could. He was extremely adept at ignoring how his criticisms, punches, and kicks made her feel. For now, he’d make sure she knew she was his everything, but as she knew so well, it would only last until the next time he lost his temper.
“Let’s go in the living room. I picked out one of those girlie movies you love. We can eat in front of the television.”
Trying to sit up, her mind screamed out as pain seared through her chest and she fell back down, sweating and pulling her legs closer to her body. “I can’t,” she panted.
“Hang on, sweetcakes.” Tigger ambled into their bathroom, and she heard the familiar squeak of the medicine cabinet opening. Soon he returned with a glass of water and two white tablets. “Take these. They’ll make you feel better.”
“What are they?” she asked as he put two pills in her palm.
“Pain pills. Let me help you.” As he raised her up, she gritted her teeth, then popped the tablets into her mouth and swallowed them. “You’ll feel so much better. You just gotta be better at not making me mad, you know?”
