You Are Mine by Lucy Darling

14

Dane

Ishould be in the shower with my wife, but Carter called saying he had some information and is on his way up. We’d stepped out of the shelter to come back to the room to shower and change. I have two men stationed there to protect Faith just in case, but Roman is there also. That’s the only reason I even considered leaving.

A knock sounds at the door. When I open it, I’m surprised to see my brother standing there. His hair is sticking up everywhere, and his pants look like he’s been rolling around in the dirt. I bet they are actually clean and he spent a ridiculous amount of money to purchase them looking that way. I’ll never understand the styles these days.

“What’s going on?” I ask. He steps in, giving me a one-armed hug.

“I was worried about you and I finished my finals so I’m out early.” I start to close the door behind him. The elevator dings before I shut it all the way, and I see Carter stepping off. I wait, holding it open for him.

“Your brother is in town,” he says when he gets to the door.

“I know.” I motion for him to come in.

“Carter.” My brother gives him a chin nod. Neither of them care for each other much. That’s because Ryan doesn't enjoy when he has a security detail. It’s a game to him to try and lose them when he has one assigned to him. One that makes Carter’s job harder.

“Ryan.” Carter gives one back before his attention comes back to me.

“What do you have?” I ask, wanting to get to the point. His eyes flick to Ryan and then back to me. It’s his way of silently asking me if it’s okay for Ryan to hear whatever he’s about to tell me. “Go on.”

“I threw out a wide net last week seeing if anyone put a hit on Kennedy.” My chest goes tight. Even the mention of that being a possibility has me wanting to tear this room apart in answer, but the last thing I want to do is scare my wife.

“And?” I push, wanting him to spit it out already.

“I gave the description of her and the name. Honestly I didn’t think I’d get anything back, but I wanted to make sure I covered all my bases. I was wrong.”

Ryan takes a step closer, intrigued by what Carter might have found out.

“Someone took the job, but it wasn't supposed to be a hit. They wanted her shaken up and warned to never speak badly about the Osborne family name again. The message was supposed to be for her to disappear or they’d make her permanently disappear.”

“Motherfucker.” My heart is pounding hard. My fists are clenched at my side. Carter keeps going. My blood boils more with each second that passes.

“A lot of people passed on the job because the person wanted to pay in three installments. One for the booking of the job, the second when it was all planned and ready to go, and the third when it was done.”

“I don’t give a fuck how they paid. I give a fuck about who ordered it.” I have a sinking feeling I already know who.

“It was the amount of the payments that got my attention. It was paid in thirds so no one would question a giant lump sum being pulled out all at once.”

He hands me a paper he’s holding. My family name is on the top. I recognize it from when Andrew was combing through the bank account. It’s a joint account I have set up for the family to use and pull from. Highlighted are three draws. I stare at the papers, not wanting it to be true.

“Let me see.” Ryan takes the paper from my hands.

“Fuck me. I didn’t think she’d go this far. I know Mom can be ruthless, but damn. She’s fucking pregnant with your child.”

I run my hand down my face, not sure what I’m going to do now. For one thing she’s fucking cut off. She’ll never be within a thousand yards of my wife again. All of this so she could maintain her stupid image. To protect the Osborne name like it’s even hers. She married into it, for Christ’s sake.

“Now what?” Carter asks, wanting to know what his next move should be.

“I need to talk to my wife first.” Cutting my mother's pocketbook off would be my choice. I know I told my father I’d watch out for her, but what she’s done is unforgivable. And not to mention criminal. It will be up to Kennedy if she wants to press charges.

“Talk to me about what?” I turn to see my wife standing there. Her cheeks are still pink from her shower. She only has one of my shirts on. Her feet are bare, and her nails are painted a soft pink.

“Can you give us a moment?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll get back on to the other stuff.” I give him a nod. His attention should be there for now.

“Wait.” Carter pauses at the door. “Keep your eyes out to see if she tries to book another one.” She could try again.

“Already done, sir.”

“Thank you.” I’m not sure what the hell I would have done without Carter through all this shit. He’s going to need a raise and a long vacation when all this dust settles.

“My job, sir,” he says before he leaves out the door.

“Hey, Kennedy,” my brother says. “I’m guessing you don’t remember me from what Oz has told me. I’m Ryan.” He walks over, holding his hand out. She takes it, giving him a tentative smile. “Welcome to the family.”

“Thank you.” She puts her hand on her stomach when Ryan releases it from their handshake.

“I got another room here, so if you need something call me.”

“You sure you don’t need to get back to class?”

“Nah. All good. Wait. Are you guys heading out now?” Ryan asks. Kennedy tenses up at his question.

“No,” I answer. I watch the tension drain from her body.

I’m not sure I’ll be leaving here at all. Back home, Kennedy only had me, but here in New Hope she has made a bit of a makeshift family. I won’t take that away from her. If she wants to stay here, we’ll stay.

“All right. See you later, sis.” Ryan winks at her before he’s out the door, leaving us alone.

As soon as the door closes behind Ryan, I’m on her. She's the only one who can control the rage inside of me.

“Kennedy. If there is something you want, you need to ask for it. There is no reason for you not to,” I tell her as I carry her back toward the bedroom, setting her down on the edge of the bed. “Or anything at all you want to say. Say it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want to stay here?” She nods her head. “Indefinitely?”

“I do, but this is your life too.”

“Our lives,” I correct her. “What I do can be done from anywhere.” I don’t think she fully understands the depths I would go to for her.

After confirming this was all my mother’s doing I don’t want to take her back there ever again. We can start new here and continue to build our own family.

“Really?” Her eyes fill with tears.

“Really.” I cup her face with my hands, kissing her. “I need you,” I growl against her mouth.

“You have me.” She reaches down, pulling the shirt off over her head, leaving her naked. She falls back onto the bed, offering herself to me.

This woman metaphorically and figuratively brings me to my knees. I devour her cunt, licking and sucking every drop of pleasure I can get from her until she’s screaming my name. I lift her, putting her fully onto the bed before I come down on top of her.

“Dane,” she sighs, her hand coming to my face as I sink into her heat.

“No one will take you from me ever again,” I vow as I take her.

I thrust in and out of her, needing this right now more than ever. I’m trying to keep myself somewhat under control, not wanting to hurt her.

“I want all of you, Dane,” she demands. “No holding back.” She wraps her legs around me.

“Careful what you wish for, wife.” She lifts her hips, meeting my thrusts as I start to pump harder into her. My balls are already drawing up tight, wanting to explode deep inside of her. She’s perfect, and she’s all mine. No one will ever take her from me again.

“I know what I want. I want my husband. All of you. I know you demand the same from me.” Her pussy clenches around me.

“I better have fucking all of you,” I grit out, still holding on to my own orgasm. Her only response is a moan. I drop back onto my knees. I pull her up with my hands gripping her hips and begin fucking her deeper and harder, needing to claim every inch of her.

She takes it all, giving me all of her, and I take it all like the greedy bastard that I am. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. My need for her is obsessive. I’m sure some might even call me crazy, but I don’t give a fuck. I know what it feels like to lose the one thing you love most in this world. The thing that brings you back to life. I wasn't living before her. I was going through the motions.

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit,” I demand, barely hanging on by a thread. She does as I tell her, her delicate fingers going to her clit to play with her pussy. The sight is too much. The last of the control I had shatters.

Seeing her laid out before me, taking my cock into her small body as her tits bounce with each thrust is incredible. Her small belly bump shows my claim on her. My ring on her finger is the only thing she has on.

She starts to come, her cunt locking down around my cock. It’s so tight it’s almost painful. I roar out, my release spilling into her. I keep thrusting until every drop of me is inside of her before I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her.

She runs her fingers up and down my back sweetly as we catch our breath.

“Are you better now?” she asks, having seen my anger when she walked into the room. She knew what I needed, and she gave it to me. Her.

“Yes,” I tell her. I will always be okay as long as I have her.