Page 8 of Right the Wrongs (Broken Vows #5)

Chapter Five

Griffin - Past

Outside of the hospital, Wren yanks her hand free from mine.

Her arms cross, and she walks much faster than I thought she was capable of through the parking lot.

I’m forced to follow behind her because only she knows where she parked the truck.

When we get to my old, blue Chevy, she slaps the keys into my hand and walks off.

“Where the hell are you going?” I shout after her.

At a different time, it would probably be funny seeing my very pregnant wife waddling down the sidewalk, but right now it’s just pissing me off.

This isn’t us. We don’t run from our problems, at least not anymore.

She promised me after I dragged her ass back from Florida.

This isn’t a good sign for the future of our marriage if she runs away every time Liam’s stupid decisions land on my shoulders.

Part of being a parent is lifting up your kid when they are down, and I don’t think you can be lower than my son is right now.

I can’t constantly be expected to choose between them.

I already put cracks in my relationship with him when I touched her the first time.

I was selfish, and I justified it because he hurt us both.

Together, we repaired what he broke in both of us, but now I have to try and help him fix what he broke in himself.

I don’t know if I can be truly happy knowing he’s miserable.

I need her to understand this. Part of caring for him is making sure he doesn’t fuck up any more than he already has.

If he loses his daughter because of his disease, I’ll never get him back.

Wren is all I need to wake up and fight for happiness every day, but for whatever reason, she wasn’t enough for him.

I don’t understand it, but I’m grateful for it.

I’m praying that his daughter is enough motivation for him to fight.

If she’s not, I’m not sure it’s possible to save him. The thought of that is depressing.

Wren is getting pretty far for a woman entering her eighth month of pregnancy. Still not so far that it’s hard for me to catch up. It’s easier for me because I don’t waddle when I walk. But having to chase her down doesn’t help lower my blood pressure.

I have to pull back when I catch up to her, because I want to wrap my hand around her throat, guide her into the alley, and fuck her hard until she forgets her name, let alone why she’s pissed off at me right now.

I miss the days when I could fuck her back into a good mood.

Now I’m afraid that if I let myself off the leash, I could hurt her or the baby.

Wren even asked the doctor, and even though she said we didn’t need to alter our sex life, apparently I’m not the biggest freak out there, but I just haven’t felt comfortable.

That’s when I’m thinking rationally, though, which I’ve been able to do for the last six and a half months. Reason and I part ways when my very pregnant wife thinks she’s going to literally walk away from me.

The town is going to live off this gossip for the foreseeable future, when I race after her to cover the ground she’s managed to put between us. She squeaks when I scoop her up into my arms.

Wren slaps me on the arm. “Oh my God! You’re such a caveman. Put me down before you hurt your back.”

“I’m not actually old, you know,” I say through clenched teeth. First, she tries to walk away from me, and now this. She’s really begging to be spanked when we make it home.

She rolls her green eyes and pushes me a little bit more past reason. “I know you’re not old, but I’m also very huge.”

The tone in her voice is negative, and I don’t like hearing her refer to herself that way.

There’s an alley between two brick buildings.

I don’t really know this part of Pine Bluff well, but I don’t see any people or cameras, so I turn down between them and set her down in the shadow of the building.

We’re alone, even if we’re not guaranteed privacy. Not that we’ve always needed it.

I set her on her feet and wrap my hand around her throat.

I feel as if I don’t maintain some kind of hold on her, she’s going to try and leave again.

My thumb strokes the column of her throat over and over.

The skin there is softer than velvet. Each swipe of my thumb makes her pulse race just a little faster.

Step by step, I guide her to walk backwards until she’s pinned between me and the brick wall. With my finger under her chin, I tip her face up until she’s looking me in the eyes. “First, I don’t want to ever hear you call yourself huge again. You’re a goddess.”

I let my eyes fall down her body. I know she thinks I’m just trying to make her feel better, but I’m telling her how I truly feel. There’s something erotic about seeing my woman ripe with child. Knowing that I am the man who filled her with the life growing inside of her right now makes me hard.

Not only that, but I’m a possessive asshole by nature, and her belly is a living advertisement to other men that I’ve already filled her with my cock, cum, and now my child.

Not that they don’t still look. She really does glow, and her giant tits don’t hurt either.

I can’t wait until I can knock her up again.

I’m going to put as many babies into her as she’ll let me.

I could keep her pregnant for years and be over the moon.

Her scoff breaks me out of my fantasy of having a Hale family softball team. “A goddess? I know you want me to feel good about myself, but make it a little believable,” she says, punctuating her statement by rolling her eyes.

Just like that, the thread on my control goes, snap.

“Yes, a goddess, because like the ancient world, I fall at my knees to worship the mother, creator of life. You are a walking miracle. To be able to hold life and grow our family is nothing short of a wonder. What you are doing is something I can’t do for us, and I will never stop marveling at what you are capable of. ”

She rolls her eyes again, and I’m definitely putting spanking back on the table. “Please, women give birth every day.”

I nod my head a few times. “The sun rises and sets every day, but that doesn’t make the routine of it any less spectacular. It also doesn’t make it any less crucial for life on this planet. Just because something happens every day doesn’t mean it’s ordinary.”

I lower myself to my knees and thank all the stars in the sky that Wren has taken to wearing dresses more since they’re easier to put on now.

Her eyes dart right and left while trying to hold down the hem of her soft cotton dress when she realizes what my intentions are.

I chuckle to myself. “Do you really think flapping your hands at your skirt is going to stop me? I told you that you’re a goddess, and I plan to worship you like one.

Now, are you going to do as you’re told? ”

Wren’s hands drop to her sides. “Yes, Daddy.” I don’t miss the sass in her voice, but I let it go.

In my head, I can hear Hozier’s “Take Me to Church” playing as I work her underwear down her creamy thighs, and lift one to rest on my shoulder the moment it’s free from the scrap of fabric. Wren is more sensitive than she was before she got pregnant.

The smell and taste of her arousal awaken a beast inside of me, and I can practically feel a rumbling growl building in my chest. There’s a primal urge to claim her, and even though she’s carrying my child, it somehow doesn’t feel like enough of a claim.

I need her screaming my name in ecstasy loud enough that anyone with ears will know who she belongs to.

I bury my face against her mound and stroke her clit with my tongue.

When I feel her legs start to shake, I pull that swollen bundle of nerves into my mouth and suck hard.

I hear the start of a scream, But the sound muffles quickly.

I look up at her and see her shove her fist into her mouth to quiet herself.

That won’t do, so I move her leg off my shoulder and stand up. I make a show of licking my lips. “You taste like honey.”

Like always, she turns an adorable shade of crimson.

I love the dichotomy of her. One minute she’s fully confident in her sexuality, and the next she’s a blushing innocent.

How she’s maintained that, even with all of the tragedy she’s endured, is a marvel to me. It’s no wonder I worship her as I do.

There are so many ways to show love and devotion.

It doesn’t look the same for everyone. For one couple, it looks like sweet words, hearts, and flowers.

That might be the most common image, but it is far from the only one.

Even when she thought I hated her, there was love there.

I’m not a gentle man. I don’t have pretty words on the tip of my tongue.

I’d much rather use that muscle to eat my wife’s pussy than recite sonnets.

I grab her shoulders and turn her to face the wall. Using gentle pressure, I guide her to bend at the waist. “Put your hands on the wall, Baby Bird. I wanted to hear your screams, and you hid them from me. You know what that means, right?”

“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?”

Words aren’t necessary to answer her question.

Instead, I flip the skirt of her dress over her ass and give it a sound slap.

It’s just hard enough to make the skin as pink as her cheeks, but only for a couple of minutes.

Something Wren isn’t entirely happy about, judging by the way she presses her ass against my hand, silently begging for more.

I comply and give the other cheek a matching handprint. “You walked away from me today.” Another swat. “Then you kept your screams from me. I don’t like it when you hold back from me.”

“We’re in public,” Wren protests.

I undo the button on my jeans and shove my pants down enough to free my cock. “You know that the possibility of being caught only makes me harder. Someone might turn down this alley, lured in by the sounds you’ll be making. I know how to work you up, and you will scream for me.”

My hands fall to her hips, and I use them to guide her down over my cock. She lets out a long, low moan as I sink deeper into her.

I lean over her back and whisper into her ear, “You are mine. Nothing comes between us, because I won’t allow it. You are inside of me as much as I am you. I know you’re mad at me, and I deserve it. It isn’t the first time I’ve pissed you off, and unfortunately, it won’t be the last time.”

“So what is your brilliant plan to make things right between us?” she asks breathlessly.

Here’s another moment when words won’t adequately convey what needs to be said. I hold her hips steady and pound into her over and over. We’re far too exposed to have anything more than a quick and dirty fuck.

She turns back to face me. “Really? You think sex is going to fix everything?”

“We came together with sex, and—” I rub the side of her belly—“Sex had definitely played a part in keeping us together. I don’t know if I would have stood a chance to win you back if you weren’t so motivated to give me another chance.”

“I’m with you because I love you,” she says.

I believe her. Wren doesn’t hide her heart from me. Every day, she shows me how much she loves me. The only thing she hides is her hurt.

“I love you, too, Baby Bird. You complete every part of me. You’re my salvation and my temptation.”

“You’re mad at me,” she states.

I let the anger fill me for a second. I don’t think what we’re doing could be called hate fucking, because as mad as I am at her, there’s no hate here.

Still, I unleash myself and slam into her with a punishing rhythm.

It doesn’t take long before we’re both grunting, and finally, the scream that I’ve longed to hear rips free from her throat.

Her cunt chokes my cock, and I continue to thrust until she’s milked me dry.

I watch my seed slip from her swollen pussy as I pull out of her and put my dick back in my pants.

Slowly, I swipe my fingers through my cum and shove it back into her. She’s still trembling, but I know that with how sensitive pregnancy has made her, I can make her come one more time.

Wren is more compliant after a few orgasms, and I know that she will be much more willing to get in the truck to go home this way.

“It’s too much,” she protests, even as she’s starting to rock herself against my hand.

“You’ll take it and whatever else I want to give you. You’re right, I am mad, because you have forgotten the most important thing. Who do you belong to?”

She doesn’t hesitate to answer me. “You, Daddy.”

I twist my hand so that I can apply pressure to her clit while stroking her walls. “Scream for me one more time.”

Her release gushes against my hand, and her body practically convulses as she comes one more time. She doesn’t try and hide her noises this time.

This time, I am sure she’s given me everything she has, for now at least. There’s no way I’m not going to spend the rest of the night fucking her. Every time the image of her walking away pops into my head, I’m going to want to possess her.

I pull off my shirt and use my undershirt to clean her up. When she’s as decent as she can be again, considering she’s been well fucked in a public alley, I kiss her forehead. “Now, I’m not mad anymore. You can’t leave me.”

I know I sound vulnerable. She’s the only person in the world who brings out a softness in me. It’s a side of myself I thought was destroyed by life until our lives collided. Losing her and the way she makes me feel would destroy me.

Sometimes I feel like this life I have with her is on borrowed time. I don’t know if there are too many misdeeds stacked against us. Maybe that’s why I still feel the need to try and fix Liam’s mistakes, because in some ways, I’m afraid I am the reason he’s so broken to begin with.