Page 4 of The Ranger (Black Hawke Security #5)

Which, of course, would’ve probably made me come.

But I wanted the night to last, so I grabbed her face. “Jesus, Scarlett.”

She laughed and then sucked my cock so fucking hard my head flung back, and I had to let her keep going.

When she swallowed most of my release and let the rest dribble down her chin onto her tits, I lifted her up and tossed her on the bed. Then ripped her panties off and slammed my face against her pussy.

Reaching up, I tore her bra as she screamed.

“You animal.”

I smiled against her soaking wet flesh because she loved it. Her arching hips and the way her fingers sought out my shoulders gave that away immediately.

Lifting her hips further, I devoured her while my eyes drifted up her body to watch the pleasure on her face. She held nothing back, wildly tossing her head and calling out my name.

After she’d come the first time, I climbed over her, removing her bra and tightening those suspenders so they teased her nipples.

“What a naughty little slut,” I rasped. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

“You have no idea,” she smirked. “And if you think that big thing is going inside me before you’ve stretched me, you have another thing coming.”

Reaching, she pulled a dildo out of her drawer and turned it on.

Kneeling, I watched her slide it between her slippery folds and begin to press it inside her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Gripping my cock, which was obviously hard again, I began to stroke.

“You know...” She glanced up at the weirdly large light fitting on the ceiling. “If you lift me up there, you could stand and fuck me while I swing.”

Jesus.

“You into that sort of thing, sweetheart?”

“I’m into you.”

“I’m a sure thing, Scarlett, you don’t need to sweeten me up.” I flicked her nipple.

Her smile was pure evil. Then she gasped, sinking the dildo in further. I took over, sliding it in and out of her.

“You don’t need to be stretched. I’ll go easy until you adjust.” I tossed the toy onto the covers. “But we will use that on your ass in a minute.”

“Ooh, a man who likes to play. Yeah.”

Growling, I flipped her over and slapped her ass as I lifted her onto her knees. “I’m not playing, sweetheart. I’m going to destroy this pussy.”

And I did.

It took time to imbed myself fully inside her, but the view of her skirt over her ass, and those suspenders teasing her tits was so fucking erotic I almost came ten damn times.

Finally, I was balls deep. I wanted to stay there forever. She was so fucking tight, hot and sweet I almost cried.

“Jesus fuck, Scarlet. You fit me as tight as a cork in a bottle.”

“Move, god, you need to move.”

I wasn’t sure I could. Leaning, I rubbed her clit, which had her moaning and calling me names.

“Goddamn you, Cole. Move. I will cut your manhood off if you do not—oh, yeah, shit. That. Oh god.”

I pulled back and thrust.

Again.

And again.

Sliding in and out, with my palm pressed against the wall over the bed, I realized this woman was tiny but tough.

And she truly did want it rough.

God she was like all my fantasies come true.

When we were both close for the third time, I lifted the toy and pressed it against her rear hole.

“Fuck, oh godddd,” she cried.

I swear I could feel the vibration through my cock.

“Relax.” I rubbed the end around and around. “Good girl, take it in your sexy ass.”

“Cole, I can’t.”

“You can. Do as I tell you.” I pressed the tip in and sped up the vibration.

Scarlett screamed.

Oh, fuck, I could totally feel it.

But it wasn’t going any further. The toy and I were too much for her small body to take, so I tossed it on the bed again and replaced it with my finger.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “I’m finger fucking your ass while your cunt takes my cock. Do you like that?”

“Yes, oh fuck.”

I sped up both actions, feeling the fire slice down my spin to my balls.

“I’m going to come. Shit, look at you taking me in both your holes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

We both cried out each other’s names as I exploded inside, the walls of her pussy sucking me in deeper.

And that, kids, is how I met your mother.

So it was no wonder, a few weeks after learning Scarlett was carrying my child, and I was out at a bar with a couple of the BHS guys, that I wasn’t interested in the set of twins James wanted to double date.

When I say double date...I mean fuck.

At the same time.

Threesome.

Just to be clear.

Don’t get me wrong, their D-cups were amazing, but all I could think about was how big Scarlett’s were getting, whether they felt different from the last time I had them in the palm of my hands.

Long story short, drunk me decided to confess when James asked me what was up.

“I want to fuck the mother of my child,” I said, tossing back my drink. “Like badly. I think about it day and night.”

“Apparently you already did.” James laughed, tapping the bar to order more drinks, then turned to me. “I think it’s some weird hormone thing. You probably don’t really want to. It could be to keep parents together or some shit.”

I lifted my brows.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I dunno if it’s true. Heard some guys talking about it in the barracks years ago. Some bonding hormone.”

There and then I decided it was true and since then, have blamed her hormones.

S LEEPING WITH SCARLETT again is absolutely the worst idea. Yet fucking anyone else doesn’t and hasn’t appealed. I’m becoming a grumpy bastard and going around in circles.

I want to fuck her.

I need to fuck her.

Can’t fuck her.

I know she’s not seeing anyone else. I’d know. I think. I pull away from the curb as that thought ruminates and starts to bug me. In a month, she won’t be pregnant anymore, and I won’t have any right to demand she stay single. You don’t now; you idiot.

When I glance over and see her messaging someone, I bite.

“What’s his name?”

“Mr. Noneofyourbusiness,” Scarlett replies without glancing up.

I clench my teeth. “Well, at least he can’t get you pregnant.”

This time she does look me in the eye before mine return to the road.

“Yet.”

Do not kill her. Do not kill her. Do not kill her.

I pull up outside her house and go around the car to open the door, so she can struggle to climb out. As she does every single time, Scarlett slaps my hand away and then moans as if she is in pain.

“Jesus Christ, Scar let me help you,” I cry.

“Use that nickname again, and you’ll never be able to produce another child in your life, Cole Zimbardo.” She snaps her purse off the seat and strides past me.

Slowly though, because she’s eight months pregnant. But I can feel the attitude in every step.

Someone please mug me and leave my body lying on the sidewalk.

Unfortunately, I’m a trained killer, so it’s more likely I’ll end up in prison. So there’s that plan out the door.

“Any excuse to get your hands on my cock again,” I reply instead. At the door, I take her purse, pull out the key and open the door, ignoring her glare.

We also do this each time.

Then I stride inside and check that the house is clear.

“You know, Ranger, the likelihood of my being attacked on the doorstep instead of inside my house is far greater.” Scarlett walks inside to the kitchen, ignoring my instruction to stay outside.

“Not true.”

“I’m not one of your celebrity or politician clients.” She pours a glass of water and stares at me as she takes a sip. “Who on earth is going to wait inside my house to attack me? A client who needs their hair cut?”

I can see the smirk behind the glass.

I could kiss her or kill her right now. Both would be equally satisfying.

“Women take their hairstyles seriously; they might.” I cross my arms. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll wait.”

Scarlett drops the glass into the sink and sighs.

“Go home, Cole.”

“I’ll wait while you shower.”

I need to know that she is safe. What if she falls? Or goes into labor and can’t get to her phone? I am not having my kid born in this rental property on the living room floor.

“Maybe you should move into my house, or I should sleep on the sofa for the next few weeks,” I say, glancing around.

My back will hate me, but it’s only temporary. Things are getting tense. I’m getting nervous.

Whether she’ll admit it or not, I see the anxiety in Scarlett’s eyes every time I leave.

“I’m pregnant, not dying of cancer, for crying out loud. Go, or I’ll call the cops.”

She says that every time, too.

I walk around the room. “I’ll put some cameras in so I can check on you.”

“Jesus, you need to go before I commit a crime and then have our child in prison.”

Over my dead...

I grin. “Great, then I will have full custody.”

Shit.

That was the wrong thing to say. If you’ve never seen a woman rage while crying, trust me, you don’t want to. Scarlett’s face turns beet red, and her eyes fill as she flies towards me. “You motherfuck—”

I catch her arms, her belly bumping into my solid frame.

“Stop. Scar, calm down. I didn’t mean it; I’m sorry,” I say, taking every single hit her fists connect with.

“How dare you? This child is mine. You are not taking it away from me.”

Damn hormones.

I need to stop reacting.

Or speaking.

And breathing.

“You aren’t giving birth in prison, so don’t blame me for your smack talk.” I grip her wrists over her head and hold them as we both pant. More softly, I say, “Calm down.”

Those wild eyes send a vibration right to my cock, and it hardens.

“Don’t,” she whispers, but the fire in her voice is gone.

My cock swells bigger, and the need to kiss her steals all my willpower from me. I want to strip her naked, finally see her pregnant body so I can honor every inch of it.

My thumb brushes over her bottom lip as my gaze follows it, then I look back up at her gray eyes.

“Don’t,” Scarlett says, and her voice wobbles.

“We both need this,” I reply roughly, threading my fingers through her hair and gripping her hard. The way I know she likes it.

She moans, her eyes closing.

“Let me fuck your pussy,” I rasp.

“Cole—”

“Get on your knees, and I’ll slide inside you from behind.” My voice is like a razor.

Another little moan.

I slide my hand down her thigh, still holding her wrists, and gather the fabric of her dress. It takes five more seconds to get my fingers under her panties. Panties that are bigger than the last time I was between her legs. A thought that I keep to myself.

It's a small move, but she opens her legs to let me in. Consent. Then my finger slips between her folds.

“Fuck. You are drenched.” My mouth drops to her neck, and I suck hard.

“Cole,” Scarlet cries. “Fuck.”

I press roughly inside her with two fingers and feel her tightening around them

“You better say no right fucking now if you are backing out, or I’m shoving my cock inside you in ten seconds.”

“I—oh god—not no.”

Jesus.

This woman is impossible.

Saying yes would kill her.

I lift my head, grip her face, then slam my mouth down on hers as I walk us into the living room. There, I lift her onto the dining room table and tug down her panties.

“Don’t talk.” I growl as she leans back on her elbows.

“This isn’t happening.” Scarlett murmurs.

“Okay.” I ignore the comment because it is happening. Lining up my cock, I glance at her covered chest and make a decision. “I’ll buy you another one.” Then I rip open her top. Right down the fucking middle.

“Cole!” She exclaims, but her cheeks are pink and her eyes glisten with excitement.

“Don’t play damsel in distress with me, Scarlett. You want to be fucked.”

She bites her lip as the head of my cock slips in and I tug down her bra.

My god.

Her swollen breasts are fucking gorgeous. I don’t know if I’ll ever see them as sex objects again after watching her breastfeed—or get this opportunity again, so I lower my mouth and moan as I feel her hard nipple roll against my tongue.

“Oh Jesus,” she moans. “Deeper Cole. Hard. Do it hard. Oh, fuck.”

I knew it!

Straightening, I take her legs and hammer so fucking hard that we both almost lose consciousness, my eyes on her belly, knowing it’s our baby in there.

It’s the most spiritual experience of my life.

After going to all the classes and listening to Scarlett taunt me with her pregnancy and sex information I know we can’t hurt it.

“You going to come on my cock?”

“Yes, if you don’t shut up, I will any second.”

“Don’t wait for me.” I palm the table and get as close as I can to her face. I’m not going to last but there’s no way I’m going to say that out loud. I doubt she knows I’ve been holding out for this moment for months.

Gripping my arms, Scarlett’s mouth turns into a circle as her eyes flare.

“Give me your orgasm. Now. Come around my cock,” I demand.

She falls over the edge, and it's fucking beautiful.

Clenching my eyes, I savor every single millisecond as my own climax rocks into me. Hard, fast and intense.

When we’ve cleaned up, I stand in the doorway of the bathroom pretending that I don’t notice she won’t look me in the eye.

“I’m starting a new assignment this week.”

She turns, and that panic I’ve noticed more and more frequently the past several weeks crosses her face before she can hide it. “Where?

“In LA.”

“Oh. Yeah. Good. Okay.”

A couple of times I was away for a few days. I like that she wants me close.

“So next week I’ll be busy. But I’ll still be at Thursday’s appointment.”

“’k.”

I walk to the front door, and Scarlett’s feet pad on the carpet behind me. My senses notice everything due to my training, and they’re not something I can turn off. Especially for the woman who is carrying my child.

I turn at the door, wondering what the right words are to say. Thanks for letting me fuck you. Hey, did you like it? Want to do it again?

I don’t not want to do it again.

But I don’t want to give her the impression that it’s heading towards a commitment. Surely, a pregnant woman would want that.

Being a single dad is one thing, I don’t want to add failed husband to my growing portfolio.

“I invited your mom and sister to the baby shower next weekend,” Scarlett says, holding onto the door.

“Thanks. She’ll appreciate that.” We stare at one another for a long moment, and when I lean in to kiss her, she steps back.

I laugh.

We both laugh.

Fuck, now it’s awkward between us. This is why we should have done it. My cock might disagree, but he’s wrong.

I shake my head, turn and walk down the path.

“Cole?”

I turn my head.

“I’m not sorry.”

“Same.” I smile, then head to the car and glance back to find her still watching me. “Lock the door.”

Scarlett slowly closes it while I lean on the roof of the Maserati, hating that I’m leaving.

Why?

What is going on between us?

I have told myself a hundred times it’s the baby, but I’m starting to think it’s not.

You’re just like your father.

“Find someone else to play with, Cole, because Scarlett is off limits. Forever,” I say out loud as I start the engine.

Forever.

Otherwise, I will fuck this up, and my kid will be the one who suffers.