Page 12 of Road Rage Daddy
After a lengthy meeting with their social worker, and each kid was treated, all of them showering for the first time in who knows how long, dressed in new, clean pajamas, we were sent on our way. Emit bought and installed car seats in Marsha’s SUV, whose keys I lifted and whose vehicle I’ve claimed as my spoil of war.
Now, as I let myself and the kids into Luther’s house with Emit behind me, I have a serious decision to make. Clean up the house to make it fit for us to stay here? Or pack up the kids’ belongings and leave with Emit? There’s a state school not too far from Emit’s place that I could transfer to.
Princess leads her brothers, Luke and Dylan, upstairs. I kiss Aiden’s temple as I take a seat in the recliner and rock him, feeding him a bottle of formula that he greedily sucks down. Emit sighs and sits on the side of the couch nearest me, unblinking as he watches us while I can barely keep my eyes open.
I know what I want to do—go home to the dream house with Emit. Watch my niece and nephews run through the fields. Chase after them while they giggle, free to be themselves without being shouted at for the first time in their lives.
But if I do that, will I be free to be myself? Or will I be trading one set of hellish relatives for another by being with Emit? His apology was all well and good, but words are just that—words. He could take them back at any moment without recourse.
“I want y’all to come home with me,” Emit says as if he can read my mind.
I sigh. “I…I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I think I need some time—”
“Mom? Dad?” We both sit up straight and look at Princess, standing on the bottom step with a backpack hanging off each shoulder, holding several pillowcases stuffed with more belongings. Her brothers giggle as they carefully slide down the stairs on their bellies.
Emit’s mouth drops open when Princess takes that last step and shuffles toward us, dragging everything with her. She stops between Emit and me, looking back and forth with a hopeful but worried look. She asks, “Is it ok if I call you that?” When we both nod, speechless, she says, “We’re ready to go home now.”
Emit covers his mouth with his hand, staring at her for a long time before he guides her to stand beside him, facing me. He raises his dark brows, wearing his own hopeful expression. “Do you think…Does she…?” He waves his finger back and forth between them.
I sit forward in the recliner, tracing each of their features. Princess has brown hair and eyes like her brothers and me, but there’s something about her that’s just a little different. Her hair is two or three shades darker, and her eyes have a reddish undertone that ours don’t but that someone else here does. “She looks just like you, Emit.”
Emit laughs, a tear rolling down his cheek as he scoops Princess up when he stands, dancing around the living room. She has no idea why he’s celebrating, but she laughs right along with him. The boys start dancing, too, clapping their hands, and I can’t help but join them. The kids are as loud as they ever are as we dance, but it’s a joyous sound.
Emit comes to an abrupt halt, curling me under his free arm to kiss me, deepening it as I melt into him with Aiden. Emit slides his hand into my clean, brushed-out hair, making it hard to hold back a moan in front of the kids.
This time, when he says, “I want y’all to come home with me,” I agree right away. How could I possibly say no when our kids smile so brightly, so ready to start a new chapter with two parents who love and cherish them?
Maybe things will be different for Emit and me, too. Maybe, instead of taking what he wants without my permission, he’ll buy me flowers, take me out to dinner and the movies, and romance me with a shy smile. Maybe he’ll—
* * *
I scream into Emit’s hand clapped over my mouth as he drags me backward down the dark hallway to the opposite side of his house after we have the last of the kids settled and asleep in their rooms, which Emit had long ago set up for his future family. It was eerie just how put together everything was, waiting, waiting, waiting.
I flail my legs as I try to tear Emit’s hand away, but he’s so much bigger and stronger than I am that he easily scoops me up, jogging toward the primary bedroom, closing and locking the door silently behind us.
“No!” I scream when he throws me down on my back in the middle of the bed so he can strip his shirt off and unzip his jeans. I flip over to scramble away from him toward the bedroom window before he can come down on top of me. My fingers skim the latches on the window before he has me again, palm pressed flat over my lips while I sob.
Emit spins us around and lays on top of me, bent over the edge of the bed, pinning me while I beg him to stop, to no avail.
“Later,” Emit says into my ear, frantic as he yanks my leggings and panties down to my ankles, kicking my feet apart. “I’ll do it right and romance you later.” And in a blink of an eye, his thick cock is forced inside of me from behind, mounting me like an animal. “Oh fuck, Harley! That’s it. That’s what I needed. All mine.”
I claw at the sheets, lifting a knee to get on the bed so I can crawl away, but all it serves is to spread me wider as Emit pounds into me. I’m still not used to having sex, and he’s going too fast, too hard, too soon, my pussy aching at the intense stretch and burn.
“Yes, baby, yes! I knew you wanted it.”
I shake my head a million times since my voice is silenced as I buck against him.
He bites the back of my neck, making me squeal. “Don’t lie to Daddy, young missy. Your pussy is already soaking wet, begging me to cum inside you and breed you.”
I shake my head enough to make myself dizzy before giving up struggling, which stopped him last time. Emit slowly removes his hand after I go limp, just as I figured he would.
He chuckles deeply instead of pulling his cock out. “Oh, I know your plan, baby. It’s not going to work on me a second time.”
I pinch my eyes shut and cry in a scratchy voice, “Please, stop. Please. I don’t want this.”
“Oh, you don’t?” He gives me three hard thrusts before he yanks his cock out and flips me over onto my back. For one optimistic second, I think it’s worked, that he’s lost interest, but he just shoves his jeans to the floor, then hooks and drags me further onto the bed.
I yelp, tears blurring my vision when he straddles me, walking on his knees higher up my body, forcing my arms between his legs so they’re pinned to my sides. Emit laughs as he grabs his big dick and jacks it a few times while leaning over to brace a hand above my head.
