My Protector by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Twenty

Becky

I should be tired. I should feel split in two, but with Dillon, everything’s always just perfect.

It was just the right moment, my body ready for him and I know how much he wanted to claim me properly, making sure I know I’m his from now on.

Not just a plaything for a day or two either, Dillon is an all or nothing guy and today we both feel the ‘all’ thing big time.

Forever is maybe a better word, and I feel silly for worrying about the whole virgin thing.

Waiting for the right man is nothing to be ashamed of, even if he’s not the type to gush “I love you” straight away.

I can’t help telling him though, because I do. I’ll love him forever no matter what happens with his business or our crappy jobs.

He’s worth more to me than any of that.

Especially now that I’m carrying his baby.

Don’t ask me how or why, but a girl just knows sometimes, and without even saying it I know Dillon understands too.

His first time with his one and only is also the beginning of our future family.

That’s probably why I can’t sleep or even think about sleep. I want every second of our time off work together to count.

Now more than ever because I have a hunch Dillon’s done more than just claim his prize.

I think he’s got something that means he can claim his life back as well as mine.

We stay wrapped up together for a while longer before he maneuvers me onto my side while still inside me, and being the biggest spoon I could ever wish for, pulls the covers over us both.

“What else have you got up your sleeve?” I ask dreamily, clenching myself around his thick organ as it slowly subsides in my tight hole.

He grunts in question, but I know he knows what I mean.

“Oh, there are a few things I’ll need to do later, but for now…” he murmurs, and I feel his body relax as he holds me from behind. Drifting into the only sleep I know he’s had since meeting me.

Hugging his huge arms closer around my chest, I feel it again.

I’m not a girl anymore. Not a virgin, and definitely not without a future either.

It makes me smile to myself and squeeze onto Dillon’s huge body behind me, I don’t mind lying awake while he sleeps.

Not planning a future, but feeling the thrill of one in my chest as well as my womb because it’s all something I thought I could never have in this life.

Someone as amazing as Dillon not just giving a shit, but actually seeking me out for his own.

Dillon growls in his sleep a few times, clutching me closer, murmuring the one word I know I’ll never get sick of hearing from his lips as long as I live.

Mine.

I half doze, watching the gray light of dawn fill his room the few times I open my eyes. Everything looking sharper somehow. More colorful.

Just better.

Convincing myself this isn’t a dream. That it’s all real.

Before he wakes up after what feels like a few hours, I make sure and place Dillon’s hands down over my belly.

Something that makes him groan low with satisfaction in his sleep, which I know is filled with a dream we both share now. A dream I know he can help us both realize and live out.

* * *

The sound of his deep voice and the empty space next to me wakes me with a start until I feel that pleasant ache between my legs.

Already longing for him again, even though God only knows how we managed it all in the first place.

The bed is still warm and I quietly mew to myself, squeezing my thighs together, still feeling his seed inside me and then sitting up.

The gray light is full sunlight now.

Noon.

A beautiful day after another night of rain, the world shining as if it approves of everything that’s happened so far.

I can hear Dillon pacing in the next room though, talking in a low voice on the phone.

He’s mad as hell, but in a way that only directs his true intentions.

“I have it all on tape,” he exclaims, groaning after a slight pause.

“Audio and video evidence… That prick Diamond and my probation officer, stupid pricks, telling each other how great they are for setting me up while spending my fucking money…? No, I don’t know exactly how they did it, but it’s a start isn’t it?” I hear him ask, a little weary now.

Chewing on my lip I figure Dillon’s seen and recorded some clients at the club.

Clients who he knows have wronged him. This Matt Diamond who’s double-crossed him.

His big chance to get his life and business back through what he does best, his job. His real job.

Not waiting on doors and just looking big and scary. Actually thinking and using his mind.

“I just need to put it before the judge.” I hear him say firmly, waiting a few moments before agreeing to wait for a callback. Then it sounds like he’s hung up and coming back into the room.

Looking for me. Still wanting to watch over me despite everything else.

“Hope I didn’t wake you?” he says, his lip curling into a smile as he takes in my naked chest over the sheets, which I make no attempt to hide anymore.

“No, you didn’t,” I tell him, but have to ask if everything’s okay.

His face darkens, but only for a second.

“I’m just taking care of a few things, nothing you need to worry about… hungry?” he asks, a keener look in his eyes as he studies my shape under his bedding, cocking a brow as his eyes settle on my already stiff nipples.

“Starving,” I confess, feeling my insides grumble at the thought of food.

Other parts of me still hungry for more of what Dillon has on the menu twenty-four seven.

“I’m thinking bacon eggs and a stack of toast with coffee?” he says. “I don’t do take-out for every meal, and after that, I thought we might take a drive. If you’re up to it?” he asks, grinning a little.

I wonder why until I move to get out of bed.

That pleasant ache between my legs is also affecting how I walk, thanks to being serviced by ten inches of Dillon.

“I’m good,” I squeak, fibbing. Stifling a little moan as I wonder what he’d say if I suggested we just stay in bed all day. But I know he has his plan hatched and needs to act.

I also sense he has plans to keep me in bed all day more regularly soon enough.

He makes a low sound, pleased as he heads out of the room again, calling over his shoulder that he’s making us both a proper breakfast.

It’s what I crave somehow, bacon, eggs, and a pile of hot buttered toast. Dillon’s idea once again hitting all the marks as much as his actions.

“I’ll have a shower and get dressed,” I call after to him, noticing him pause and turn his head to smile at me sidelong.

“I could join you,” he rasps, but I giggle and tell him if we don’t do what he needs to get done today then nothing will happen.

He cocks his head and shrugs, locking his original idea away for another time.

A time I know is after he’s done everything he has to so we can be together forever.

Just us.

No club, no parole, and no bullshit between a man and his woman.

I shower quickly, eager to get back to Dillon and see if I can help but he’s got everything well underway.

His familiar robe open at the chest, exposing flexing pecs as he moves around the kitchen with no real effort.

Everything this man does is poetry in motion.

He surprises me by reaching out for me as soon as I walk into the kitchen, kissing me warmly under his embrace.

The scent of his manliness mixed with fresh coffee and bacon is almost as much as I can bear.

“I heard back from someone just now,” he says, stepping away just long enough to flick a dozen rashers to their other side with the finesse of a short order cook.

My whole face is a question, and I have to know.

“What have you got?” I ask, taking a seat at the breakfast bar, knowing how useless it is to try and get between the man and his work.

He cocks a brow, squirming a little as he pours us both coffee.

“I saw my old business partner in the gaming rooms of the club,” he admits, frowning now.

My mouth forming a perfect O rather than saying the word, ‘Oh’.

“Funny thing, he never caught sight of me, and the best part? He was with my parole officer… I got a half-hour conversation recorded on my phone and another video link on my belt,” he says, a matter of fact.

Just a hint of pride in his voice as he humphs to himself, slicing some fresh bread and pushing my coffee towards me, which I greedily take.

“It’s a bit of a long shot, but I have a friend who might be able to get it all before the judge, along with my attorney,” he adds.

I sip the coffee, smell the bacon and watch his huge back through his robe as he dunks four thick slices of rye into the toaster.

“So you have proof… You’ll get off,” I echo, seeing his plans in my thoughts clearly now.

“Oh, I plan to get off,” he quips, grinning as he flips more bacon, reaching for a carton of fresh eggs, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe as he cracks them effortlessly.

“Just have to drop something off today and then I thought I’d take you for a drive.