Page 44 of Caught By A Cowboy

“All that matters to me is our kid’s future, and keeping you safe. For that, I think I’d sacrifice just about anything.” His voice drops into a whisper, and when I see the determination in his eyes I have to ask the next question, even if I fear the answer.

“Have you killed someone… for the cause?” I ask him, needing to know everything there is to know.

“If I tell ya the truth, will you leave?” He looks scared for the first time since I’ve known him.

“No.” I don’t have to hesitate or think about my answer. I know I would never leave him, and it’s not just because of the fact I’m carrying his child. It’s something rooted way deeper that feels as if it’s always been there, I just never noticed it until I met him.

“Yes,” he whispers, looking down at the floor as if he’s ashamed of himself.

“And all of them were bad?” I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Every single one,” he confirms, lifting his eyes back up to mine and showing no remorse.

“If I asked you to stop, would you?” My lips start to tremble.

“No.” He shakes his head and when I close my eyes, he quickly grabs hold of my shoulders. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he orders and when I do, he looks as if he’s hurting. “Icouldstop, but I won’t. Too many things have happened in thepast because action wasn’t taken. If there is the slightest risk to you out there, I’m gonna eliminate it. My way. I can’t promise that I’ll stop but I can promise not to lie to you.” He frowns while he waits for me to say something and when I feel that pulse start to beat between my legs, I throw out all my concerns and my morals as I launch myself at him.

He grips the back of my hair and fists it as he kisses me, and I feel my panties soak because it’s been far too long since we’ve had contact like this.

“Do you know how hard it’s been for me not to touch you?” he growls against my lips as his hands start ripping at my jeans and panties. He forces them off my hips and I kick them off along with my shoes. His hand reaches between my thighs and covers my pussy. “Fuck, you’re wet. You shouldn’t have held out on me.” He uses the other hand to open his belt and free his cock.

“I was mad but I wanted it. These days it…it feels like I need it.” He brings his hand up between us and grips his fingers around my jaw, tilting my head so I’m looking at him.

“Next time I piss you off, and as hard as I try not to, it’s inevitable that I will….” His fingers tense as he keeps his lips almost touching mine. “If you need me, if you need this…” He looks between us and allows his cock to brush against me. “...whatever fight we're having, we take a pause, so I can give it to you.” He hitches me up from the floor and after I hook my legs around his hips, he slowly sinks himself into me. It’s only been three days since I felt him inside me but the relief feels like a drug and it travels all the way to my toes.

“I hate it when we fight,” I tell him, clutching his cock inside me like I’ve been starved of it.

“We weren’t fightin’, Princess. You were just being stubborn.” He smiles and I slide my hands behind his neck and lean back so I can admire the smug look on his face. I know he’sstrong enough to hold, and control, the top half of my body, and as he looks down and watches his cock slip in and out of my pussy, he bites his lip like he’s holding something back.

“Fuck, that's hot, I’ve missed this pregnant, little snatch and how it holds me.” His firm hands grip tight around my ribs as he fucks me in the middle of his living room, slamming his hips into mine and making me come so loud, I swear the guys out in the yard will hear.

“That's right, Baby Momma, scream it all out. Let the world know how good you take it for me.” I swear everything feels so much more intense these days. My hands start to slip so I drag myself up and make my body taut with his. When he moves us over to the door and presses me against it, I fear for my sanity as I claw at his scalp and he bites down on my lip.

This man has just admitted to me that he’s killed. He’s warned me that he would kill again and yet the only thing I fear is being separated from him.

“Promise you're never gonna leave.” He slides his hand up and places it around my throat.

“How about you make me that same promise, cowboy?” I’m starting to believe that it would take a lot more than some bad deeds and a switched-on sheriff to take him away from me but I need to hear it for myself.

He presses his forehead into mine and stills his body, his cock filling me to the hilt as his fingers tense.

“Pretty girl, there's not a thing in this world that could take me away from you.” The stern look on his face and the fact I can feel this man's determination seeping into my bones assures me that he means it. He takes my mouth with his as he gets back to thrusting inside me, and just as I’m about to come for a second time, he bends his knees and wraps his arms around my middle. His cock finds a new angle and I rest my shoulders back againstthe wall as the thrill consumes me and I forget about the life I used to have.

Nothing about what I have with Jace Sullivan is normal, but I’m sure of one thing. I never want to go back to the way life was before.

JACE

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Jace!!!” I hear her scream my name like she’s in pain from the bedroom window, and immediately drop the ax I’m using to chop wood and race inside.

“What is it?” The hall rug skids under my feet as I get to the door and when I see her standing in front of me with her jeans popped open and a pout on her lips, I check her over for injury.

“I can’t fix them up!” She chews on her thumbnail. “My parents are going to be here in less than an hour and I can’t fix my jeans up,” she huffs and when she starts to get flappy about it I quickly step up and take control.

Hey… Hey, babe, you're pregnant, it was kinda inevitable that this would happen.”

“It also means that they’ll probably notice before I get the chance to explain.” She makes another failed attempt to pull the front of her jeans together.

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