Page 101 of Two Wrongs

“I was a bit of a dick,” I admit.

“You?” he laughs. “Totally shocked. How out of character.”

“Yeah, yeah. Yuk it up asshole. I asked her if she was sure it was mine.”

“I see, you are a dumbass. Dude, even I know she hasn’t slept with him in months. Haven’t you ever eavesdropped when he did actually answer her calls? You don’t go out much, so I’m not surprised you didn’t know he was stepping out, but damn.”

“I’m coming to realize I’ve screwed up a lot lately,” I admit.

“It’ll all work out. Just take the time you need. I’ve got things covered here,” he says.

“Thanks, Charlie. I owe you.”

* * *

Wren wakes after a couple hours.She covers her mouth with her hand. “Can you take me back home?”

“You are home,” I tell her. “Wherever I am is your home now.”

“I think that’s my decision,” she argues.

I put my hand on her stomach. “Not anymore. I already told you, I came here to get you back. If you think I’m going to let you go now, you haven’t been paying attention to who I am.”

She turns her face away from me. “I don’t want to be with you just because I’m pregnant.”

“You think I don’t want you?”

“I think you told me a dozen times I had to go. I knew you would worry, but I figured I was making it easier on you,” she says, refusing to look at me.

I pull my shirt off and get out of my jeans.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“You ran from me, again. I think you need to be reminded where you belong and who you belong to.”

She scrambles off the bed and tries to get around me. I lunge for her and hold her against me, her back to my chest. My hand moves to cover her throat. “It turns me on when you run from me. I will claim you over and over again until you understand who you belong to.”

Wren whimpers. I slide my hand past the waist of her jeans. I groan when my fingers slide through her slit and find her wet.

“You were going to deny me this pussy? What were you going to do when the hormones take over and you’re so horny you hurt? Would you have let someone else touch what’s mine?” I growl in her ear.

She shakes her head as much as my hand on her throat will allow.

“Right answer, baby bird.” I drag her back to the bed and strip her naked.

I pull a length of silk rope from my bag. “Bess told me I needed to read romance novels to perfect my groveling.”

“You suck at groveling,” she mutters.

“Well, I learned something else from what I read. I’m just not going to let you leave. I’m going to tie your ass up and fuck you into submission. You are mine, and I’m done with this bullshit idea of you leaving.”

She snorts. “It was your bullshit idea.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to evolve.”

“This is you evolved?” she asks.

“No, I’m afraid I’m just as much a caveman as I ever was. Actually, I’m probably worse now. There’s something about finding out your woman is carrying your child that makes a man like me want to beat his chest with pride. Now it’s time for you to accept that you. Are. Mine.”

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