Duncan (23 page)

Leaning against the door, she watched Duncan as he talked on the phone, writing a few notes. Finally, his eyes looked up, running up and down her body. His eyes stopped on her breasts, which were full and pressed against her shirt. Even though she hadn’t produced any milk, her boobs hadn’t cared and filled out nicely.

“Listen, I’ll have to get back to you on that,” he said distracted, into the phone, his eyes hot and intense staring her down. “Yeah, sure will.” He hung up the phone without saying a word. He didn’t have to, his eyes said it all. He wanted her, and she wanted him.

“Where’s Daniel?” His voice had deepened.

“Sleeping.” She set the baby monitor on his desk. Her hands went to the buttons on her shirt.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Duncan frowned, but his eyes remained on her fingers as they undid each button on her shirt.

“Yes.” She sounded out of breath.

“Slade gave his okay? You’re not too sore?” His questions were a low growl as his eyes remained on the tops of her breasts that overflowed her bra.

“Shut up, Duncan.” Pam gave him a half grin when he growled louder. Dropping her shirt at her feet, she waited for a second, loving the feel of his eyes on her. There was nothing but desire and love in his caressing look. She had never felt more female than she did at that moment.

When she reached for the button on her jeans, he cursed, stood, grabbed the baby monitor and picked her up as his lips crashed down on hers. “The first time I take you is going to be in our bed.” He looked down at her, his eyes black with desire. “Then, we will make our way into my office where I have dreamed of making love to you on my desk.”

“You have?” Pam moaned, her stomach flipping in excitement.

“Baby, when I first laid eyes on you, my first thought was where I was going to take that sweet body of yours first. I will make love to you everywhere in this house.” Duncan held her close as he strode into their bedroom. “But the first time will be in our bed.”

Pam was glad he’d had Nicole order them a new mattress, which was already in place. Old, bloody baby goop would have put a big dampener on the moment.

He set her on her feet, kissing down her neck, between her breasts, trailing down her stomach to the button of her jeans. Her stomach still pooched some but was already almost back to normal. Boy, if she could bottle up her healing after having a baby, she’d be a rich woman, Pam thought, though she still sucked her stomach in, self-conscious as only a woman would be.

Running her fingers through his hair, she let him gently remove her jeans. Standing up, he went for her mouth, his hands running around to unhook her bra. But she stopped him.

“It’s my turn now.” She smiled, running her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. Once the shirt was off, her eyes and hands roamed freely, loving the feel of the hardness. Her hands reached his jeans, and as quickly as she could without injuring him, she had them off. She almost purred when she realized he was commando, and what his jeans hid made her body quiver.

A wide, manly grin spread across his face at her reaction to him. As quickly as she had taken off his jeans, he had her standing bare in front of him. “I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.” He kissed her left shoulder. “So soft.”

Excited by the surge of desire pumping through her, she cupped him, feeling devilish and free, finally free. “So hard.” She giggled when he growled, picked her up and laid her on the bed. He reached back grabbing the baby monitor, setting it on the small table next to the bed.

When he started tasting her with his mouth and tongue, she stopped him. “No.” She rolled him, so she was on top and over him. “You’ve already touched me. I want to touch you now.” She licked her lips in anticipation.

Duncan’s eyes shot to her mouth, his eyes darkened in lust. “I don’t know how much I can take, but have at it.” He groaned when she leaned down licking his nipple. “Not much. I won’t be able to take much.”

Pam chuckled again, but soon her laughter died as she tasted and touched every inch of him. As she made her way back up his body, his hand caught in her hair, pulling a little. Her body stiffened. Her mind shut off.

“Hey.” Duncan sat up. “Pam, look at me.”

His voice broke through, and she slowly looked up; his understanding eyes looked deeply into hers. “What did I do?”

She shook her head refusing to let this moment be ruined. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Duncan clipped her chin making her look at him. “What did I do, Pam? I have to know, so I don’t do it again.”

“You didn’t do it on purpose.” Pam looked away when he wouldn’t let it go. “I don’t like my hair being pulled.”

Glancing at her shorter hair, he now knew the reason she had cut it. She did it as a sign of defiance, and he loved her all the more for it. Grasping her arm gently, he pulled her up his body then rolled on top of her. “I’ll be more careful.” His words were sincere and gentle. Immediately, her body relaxed. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, I don’t.” Wiggling underneath him, she loved the feel of his hands on her body. They were big, hard and rough, yet gentle in a way she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She felt safe with him. “Please, Duncan.”

“I will try my best to go easy and be gentle,” Duncan whispered as he raised one of her legs for a better angle. “Just say the word if you need me to stop.”

“If you stop, I may kill you.” Pam grinned when his eyes shot to hers. “I’m not going to stop, Duncan. I want you as much as you want me.”

With those words, he pushed into her, his size filling her with pain and pleasure. It was a mind-blowing sensation, and she was more than ready for it. He started to move slowly, pulling all the way out to the tip then slowly pushing his way back in stretching her with his size.

“Open your eyes,” Duncan growled. “I want you to see exactly who is making love to you.”

Pam pulled up her other leg wrapping them both around his back. “I know exactly who is making love to me, Duncan Roark.” Pam arched her back with a moan as he hit her sweet spot. “The only man I’ve ever made love to.”

He hissed as she tightened around him. “You keep doing that, and this is going to be over real quick.” She did it again making him groan in pleasure, his hips moving a little faster and deeper. “Damn, woman. You’re gonna kill me.”

“I love you, Duncan,” Pam moaned. “Now stop making love to me and fuck me like you wanted to in the kitchen at the compound.”

He looked at her shocked, then a pure sexy grin spread across his lips. “I promised you I would never let you down,” his deep voice rumbled. “Not about to start now.” He slammed into her, but his eyes stayed glued on her, making sure she was still with him and not sinking into a nightmare from the past.

“I’m not the innocent timid thing you thought, huh? I refuse to let my past break me and run my life. I am stronger than that. It just took you to show me who I once was.” She met his thrusts with determination. “Know this, Warrior, now that I know I can have you without fear, you will never get any rest. Shocked?”

“No,” his voice rumbled. “I’m one happy son of a bitch.” And he meant it. He didn’t think he’d ever been happier in his long life. She was everything he had ever wanted. He knew the Pam before all of this, and even though he was surprised how she took to his touch after what he could only imagine she had been through, he knew without a doubt that she was a survivor. The way she came in to save them the night Sheriff Bowman had been killed and Tessa and Nicole had been taken. Yeah, his girl was a survivor and Warrior in her own right.

“Please,” she whispered, her eyes shining bright with emotion.

Putting his hand on each side of her head, he stared down into her eyes. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” He began moving in a gentle rhythm, bringing her back slowly. Then his movements got faster and harder, to the point where she had to hold onto his strong forearms. Her moans and whimpers urged him on until she arched finding sweet release, their eyes never breaking. His neck corded, his teeth clenched as he joined her in a release so strong he could swear he felt his heartbeat.

“I love you, Pam.” He took her in his arms holding her tight. Feeling wetness on his chest, he pulled back concern etched in every part of his face. “Jesus, did I hurt you?”

Pam shook her head. “No.” She sniffed, hugging him tight. “I’m just so happy. Thank you.”

Duncan grinned. “Honey, you are more than welcome, and it was definitely my pleasure.”

They lay together entwined in arms and legs. Pam’s human side was seeking sleep. Just as her mind settled, a small sound came from the baby monitor, so she started to get up, but Duncan stopped her. “Rest.” He kissed her cheek. “Let me get him.”

He grabbed his jeans putting them on without buttoning them, and hurried out of the room. Daniel was making noises, but not full out crying. Duncan looked down and smiled.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Duncan picked him up then wrinkled his nose. “Oh damn, son. What did you eat?”

Standing there holding him, he looked around knowing he was way out of his element. “Okay, we can do this.” Walking over to the bag the hospital had sent with them, he grabbed a diaper out of it along with some wipes. Spotting what he heard Pam call the changing table, he headed that way and set everything down. Carefully, he laid Daniel on his back then unbuttoned his little sleeper he was dressed in.

Down to nothing but his soiled diaper, Daniel started to fuss with a little more attitude. Peeling the diaper away, the smell hit Duncan full in the face.

“Boy, you’d put Sid to shame.” Spotting the nastiness in the diaper, Duncan tried not to gag. Having no clue what he was doing, he carefully held Daniel’s two little legs up with one hand, and the other, he held the dirty diaper. Reaching with his foot, he hit the pedal and tossed the dirty diaper in what he hoped was the diaper pail. Grabbing a wipe, he gently wiped Daniel’s little butt. “You sure did a number. You’ve got shit everywhere, buddy. We are definitely teaching you how to sit on a toilet early.”

Once Daniel was clean, he lay wiggling, naked and making little noises. “Ah, I guess you are happy now,” Duncan chuckled, but his grin faded as he stared down at the little guy who carried his name. Never did he think he would have a son to carry his name, but here he lay. He may not be of his blood, but Duncan didn’t care. It didn’t matter whom Daniel’s father was, it would be him to teach him alongside Pam. As his eyes connected with Daniel’s, he felt a connection that shook him to his very core, bringing moisture to his eyes.

Taking a step back, Duncan fisted his hand. Crossing his right arm placing his fist over his heart, he bowed his head to the child, chanting in the old language. Finally, his head raised to find the child quietly watching him intently. “I, Duncan Daniel Roark, vow to keep you, Daniel Duncan Roark and your mother, Pamela Cecilia Braxton, safe forever and always.” His eyes moistened with joy and love for the boy. Duncan’s voice rang loud and true throughout the room until Daniel let out a loud squeal.

Duncan laughed. “So you liked that did you?” Grabbing a clean diaper, he went to put it on him, but before he could, a straight stream of Daniel’s pee hit him in the chest. “Why you little…you just peed on me.”

Pam stood watching from the shadows, tears streaming quietly down her face. Nothing had ever touched her more than watching Duncan vow to her son to keep them both safe. Seeing him jump back, Pam watched as Daniel peed on him. Throwing a hand over her mouth, she quietly took off running down the hall jumping on the bed. Burying her face in the pillows, she laughed and cried so hard, she couldn’t breathe. Hearing Duncan coming down the hall, she tried to get a grip. Sitting up, she choked back her giggles and sobs.

“There’s your mommy.” Duncan grinned down at Daniel

“Everything okay?” Pam took Daniel keeping her head down so he couldn’t see that she had been crying.

“Perfect,” Duncan replied walking away. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Pam watched him walk into the bathroom. Holding back laughter, she looked down and noticed Daniel was in a little shirt and diaper. Picking him up to pull the shirt down, the diaper fell off. Her heart constricted, and then melted even more. If there was ever a man worthy of her love, she was absolutely sure that Duncan Daniel Roark was that man.

With a smile, she quickly jumped off the bed, and headed to Daniel’s room to put a new diaper on him before Duncan got out of the shower. “Not a word about this, Daniel,” she cooed down at him. “We don’t want to hurt your daddy’s pride. He is a Warrior you know.”

Daniel made a little squeal in agreement.

Chapter 25

Jill opened her eyes slowly. Her chest felt like it was on fire. Glancing down, she frowned. There was blood everywhere. That bastard shot her. She was lying in the boxes she and Pam had been going through; the gunshot blast had taken her off her feet.

She could hear voices coming from inside the house. Moving her head slowly, she didn’t see Tessa anywhere, didn’t hear her voice. Reaching slowly to her chest, she felt the bullet wound, but didn’t feel any fresh blood coming out. She was healing already, but she didn’t know if that was a good thing. She was having a hard time breathing, and that scared her.

As quietly as she could, she sat up listening closely for the voices to stop, but they didn’t. She couldn’t really make out what they were saying. There was a slight buzzing in her ears, and she prayed she didn’t pass out. Getting out of the boxes quietly was a feat, but she did it. She struggled to her knees, and then to her stomach as the Warriors had shown them to do, slithering along the ground. She bit her lip keeping in the cry of pain. She had to ignore it. She had to find Tessa.

Making it to the doorway, Jill inched her way until she could look in. Sitting at the table was Kenny Lawrence, across from him was Tessa tied up, her eye swollen and red as blood ran from her nose. And there leaning against the counter was the bastard that shot her, that betrayed the Warriors.

“I don’t care what you do with her after I get what I want.” Kenny spat slamming his hand on the table.