Page 33 of In Her Shadow

“Your phone’s ringing again,” she tells me, clawing her nails into my shoulder and sounding real close to coming.

“It’s fine.” I know it’ll be my uncleagain, and it’s nothing that can’t wait. Slamming my mouth over hers, I kiss her while she comes for me, her body trembling against mine. The way she grips hold of me inside her is like she’s begging me for it, milking my cock like it's desperate for my seed.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy, Kitten, all the way to the fuckin’ brim.”

“Yeah.” She nods her head and smiles. “Fill me, Ren.” The desperate sound of her voice is my undoing and I clutch one of her ass cheeks and press my other palm against the window as I pump her fertile, little snatch as full as I can get it.

She presses her head back against the glass and smiles like she’s the victor, but the real victor is me. I’ve got this girl rightwhere I want her; she’s caught in my web, and when I kiss that innocent smile off her lips, I crush any ideas of her escaping me.

“I guess you’ll want me to feed you now?” I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, as I pull her away from the glass and walk us across to the kitchen, keeping my cock buried inside her so she feels each step I take.

“Actually, I’m good.” She surprises me when I rest her ass on her kitchen counter.

“You're always hungry after sex, Kitten.” I stare at her, noticing how she looks away from me shyly.

“Not tonight.” She laughs awkwardly, making my cock jolt inside her.

“You didn’t eat much of your lunch today either. You sure you're okay?” I try to hide the sadistic smile from my face when I start to suspect what might be wrong with my girl.

“I’m fine, couldn't be better.” She kisses me as a distraction, forgetting that you can’t play a player. “You should get back to that person who’s been calling you; they’ve been calling all day,” she reminds, pulling her lips away from mine.

“It’s not important,” I tell her, gripping her hip a little tighter so my cock remains in place. I know that Eloise must be due to get a period soon, I’ve been coming inside her unprotected pussy for over a month. I’m still taking every chance until I know I’ve been successful.

“How do you know it’s not important, if you haven’t even checked who it is?” she giggles.

“Because the only person who matters to me is right here.” I kiss her and when I notice how tired she looks, I carry her over to the bed so she can fall asleep with my cock still inside her. On my way over, I catch something in the corner of my eye, a light moving around over at the warehouse.

“Are you okay?” Eloise takes my cheek in her palm and guides my eyes back to look at hers. “You look worried.”

“I’m fine.” I lay her back on the mattress, wondering if it was just a reflection that I saw, but when I see the light again, I know I’m gonna have to check it out.

“I need to go.” I drag my cock out of her and stand up, looking around for my clothes and starting to panic.

“Go?” Eloise sits up on her elbows, looking shocked. “Are you coming back?”

“I don’t know.” I pull on my sweatpants and pick up my phone before grabbing my hoodie from the back of the couch as I pass it.

“Ren, are you okay?” She looks concerned, and the last thing I want is for her to stress. My research tells me that stress prevents conception, and that it’s really bad for pregnancy, too. I don’t want my girl to stress about a damn thing.

“I’m fine, you just get some sleep, you look tired.” I head back over to the bed and kiss her goodbye, all while trying to figure out who could be across the street.

“You seem kinda freaked out.” She narrows her eyes, still looking suspicious.

“I’m fine. I promise.” I stroke my knuckles across her cheek before giving her a reassuring smile and rushing out the door.

My heart is pumping as I rush across the street and through the alley that leads to the entrance I use. It could just be a homeless person looking for somewhere to sleep, but even if it is, I can’t take the risk of being exposed, not when everything is going so well. When I see the door is open, I race inside and straight up the stairs, ready for a fight. Then I stop when I get to the top, letting out a frustrated sigh and dropping my guard when I see Archie.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask him, catching my breath back.

“Admiring the artistry. She’s got a good rack.” He gestures with his eyes toward one of the many sketches I have of Eloise pinned to the walls.

“You're too young to be looking at that, what the fuck you doing here?” I grab him by his scruff and drag him away from them, pissed that he’s the reason I just left her in such a hurry.

“Your uncle sent me; he’s been calling you for days. He says the two of you need a meeting.” Archie may not be much older than thirteen, but he’s streetwise. A lot of people suspect that he’s my uncle’s son, and though he’s never confirmed it, he trusts him more than he trusts most.

“Well, you can go back and tell him I’m busy.” I release him.

“I can see that.” The kid glances around him at the rest of the pictures I’ve drawn, and when his eyes fall back to me, he stares at me as if I’m some kinda freak.

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