Page 30 of His Toy
“What do you want to do now?” Zack asked as she buried her face in Neil’s neck.
“Call the cops, if it was just them it’d be a different story, but I want her brothers locked up,” Neil said, his lips pressing against her temple.
Brooke held tightly to him, refusing to let him go when the cops and EMTs arrived. He never once began to fight it, and he held her hand while the doctor in the ER stitched a few of the cuts on her leg. Her clothes had cuts in them from the bastard’s whip and she gladly changed into the clothes Samantha brought her from the house to leave the hospital.
Neil settled Brooke into the backseat of the SUV, joining her as Gideon slid behind the wheel to take them home. His heart ached every time he saw the look in Brooke’s eyes, remembered her terrified, pained scream in that warehouse. He desperately wanted to kill that bastard, but keeping Brooke safe, meant getting her brothers in jail, and he was positive the only way that would happen, was for Matthew to make a deal.
If he didn’t get jail time, he was a dead man. No one would question his disappearance.
His brothers were waiting for them when they got to the house and he carried Brooke inside, holding her close as they asked their questions. He knew they were all concerned about Brooke, but more than anything, he needed time with her alone to see exactly where her head was at.
Their mom got the others to head out after a couple hours, and she kissed Brooke’s forehead promising to check in on them tomorrow. His worry that Brooke might blame him somehow faded entirely when she crawled over his lap the moment, they were alone. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her face rested against his throat, holding him just as tightly as he held her.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m never letting you go again, I swear,” he whispered into her ear. “I’d keep you attached to me every second of the day if you’d let me.”
“I just might.” She sighed, her body relaxing against his and he thanked god that she was there with him, safe again. “I tried to get them to take a swing, to stall, to implicate themselves.”
“You did so good, baby. They’ll find the spit on Brandon’s shirt, and it’ll prove he was there. Matthew and Janet will likely make deals to try and stay out of jail, but we’ll make sure your brothers don’t get out. No one will ever hurt you like that again.”
“I’m just glad you found me before…”
“Shh,” he whispered, pressing kisses to her closed eyes as her voice broke. “I’d never let anyone take what’s mine, what belongs to just me.”
“Swear?” she asked, and he nodded, his hold on her tightening more.
“I swear baby, no one else will even touch you again without your permission. I’ll make sure of it,” he promised, keeping her close for the rest of the night.
Epilogue
Asmile slid across Neil’s face as Brooke moved into the lecture hall. Her dress clung to her curves, all of them, but the one of her stomach made him happiest. That baby was the most adored unborn baby ever. His family was doting on Brooke even more and it made him happy to watch her open to all of them further.
It’d taken him five years to convince Brooke they could have a family and it wouldn’t hinder their world, simply make it better, but he understood. Especially after her brothers arranging her kidnapping and attempted murder. For months their love life was limited, they still fucked hard, but without any of the added pleasures. It wasn’t until they went on vacation that it went back to their normal.
He’d invited Zack to bring Trisha out for a few days for them to if nothing else, simply have a vacation. It was Brooke that made the first move. They were on a private beach, lounging in the sun, when Brooke came back out, taking off her robe, revealing her nakedness before she slid onto his aching cock. When she kissed Trisha, he knew exactly what she wanted, needed, and since then, the depth of their pleasure had simply increased.
It was after that vacation that he first broached the subject of kids with Brooke. Her brothers were both in jail, minimum twenty-five-year sentences for both for the kidnapping and the solicitation for murder of Brooke. Janet got away with two-years and they hadn’t seen or heard from her since she got out. Matthew, while testifying still got fifteen years for his role in everything, and last year, another inmate took him out during a riot. It was well deserved and while her brothers may still be alive, they were wishing they weren’t, and that was a fitting punishment for them.
Last Christmas after they got home from their parents’ house, Brooke was the one that broached the subject of kids—by handing over the implant she had removed earlier that week at the doctor’s office. Granted it took another six months, seven for them to know she was pregnant, but she was now four months along and so fucking stunning.
“Who’s the babe?” one of his students asked as Brooke moved over to him and he laughed silently before giving her a soft kiss, cupping her head to keep the group from seeing just how needy her eyes were.
“Dude, you got a hot wife,” another one of them said and he dismissed the group, knowing Brooke needed attention only he could give her. She had absolutely no need to worry that pregnancy would affect her sex drive. If anything, it increased it tenfold, and he wasn’t about to complain.
“Did you need help with a paper, Mrs. Wilson?” he teased sitting back onto the desk, his hands pulling her further into him once they were alone.
“I need some very delicate help, are you up for that, Professor Wilson?” she returned, and he delved into her mouth, lifting her onto his lap to show her exactly how much he was.
His hand covered her mouth as he took her from behind, his teeth nipping on her earlobe, and the whine from her made his thrusts increase. “Come for me for being such a good girl.”
The instant her orgasm hit his toppled out of him. It wasn’t even a question of holding onto it any longer, not with how incredible her cunt was along with the knowledge that his baby was in her belly.
“Feeling better now, baby?” he asked as he pulled her underwear back up, giving her belly a kiss before he stood.
“Of course, you always know what I need, don’t you?” she teased, sinking into his hold and he swept her up, carrying her out as she laughed.
“I do, and right now, that’s to go home, have a relaxing bath, and then spending another hour on my cock.”
“Mmm, yes please,” she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder with a huge grin.