Loving Hart

Chapter Twenty-Four: Spencer

She didn"t look thrilled, but she said she had to talk to me as soon as possible, and that gave me hope. If I could just get her to look at things from my view, if she could just understand that we could be enough, that we don"t need children, I knew I could win her back. I"d taken the ring out of my glove compartment, and was now walking around with in my pocket like a talisman. I wanted to ask her, needed to get her to come around to my way of thinking. It was selfish, but I loved her too much to let her go.

I was sitting at the table with Damien and Tally, watching them throw one-liners at each other as they laughed, thinking how wonderful it was that she"d blended in so well with the family. When my phone started vibrating , , I almost ignored it, but then I figured since I wasn"t taking part in the conversation, I might as well see what was up. I almost ignored it, but then I figured since I wasn"t taking part in the conversation, I might as well see what was up.

My entire body clenched when I saw I had nine missed calls from my mother, along with two text messages. Why the f.u.c.k is she trying to hunt me down? Swiping my finger across the screen, I pulled up her texts.

Marceline: Stop avoiding me, or you will be sorry. Call me when you get this.

Marceline: Tick tock son. If you don"t call me, you"re forcing me to go with plan b.

Plan B? What the f.u.c.k did that that mean? mean?

Spencer: Mother, I"m at Dante"s wedding for G.o.d"s sake. WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Marceline: I want you to answer your calls. You have forty-five minutes to get to my house. If you aren"t here by then, you leave me no choice.

Spencer: What the h.e.l.l? No choice about what?

Marceline: Let"s put it this way. If you don"t get over here, I"m bringing the entire Hart family down. No more questions.

I had no idea what that meant, but I needed to know what she was talking about. Holding up my phone, I told Damien that I had an important call that I had to take, and that I was leaving. He seemed surprised, but he nodded his head at me. I was out the door in seconds, sliding into my car and peeling off into the night, my destination the house I see in my nightmares.

I made it in thirty minutes flat, and I stalked from my car to the front door in a rage. What the f.u.c.k was she thinking, threatening me?

The door opened before I even had a chance to knock, and I was greeted by both of my parents. The fact that they looked pretty f.u.c.king pleased with themselves was my first clue that whatever it was, it wasn"t good.

I didn"t give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were alarming me. Instead I said, "Well, you"ve got me here. Now what the f.u.c.k do you want?"

My father gave me his smuggest smile. "Oh, I can"t wait to wipe that ugly f.u.c.king smirk off of your face you little f.u.c.k."

I was just about to knock him out when my mother grabbed my arm. "Now Hank, let"s not waste time with drama."

Turning to me, she smiled. Her teeth gleamed in the overhead light, making her look like the disgusting predator that she is. "Come in, Spencer. We have some things to show you."

I stepped into the house, stopping at the front table. "This is as far as I go. Either you tell me here or you can both go f.u.c.k yourselves."

It was only when my father"s hand shot out to grab a manila folder that I realized there was anything on the table. Handing it to me, he smirked. "Read it and weep, you little s.h.i.t."

What I saw when I opened the file folder changed everything.

Delilah and Dominique weren"t Mr. Hart"s biological children. Their real father was named Todd Rand, and they have a brother named Flynn. I recognized Flynn right away, and my stomach clenched up tight because he"s easily one of the most famous people on the planet right now, and he has been for the last ten years as the lead singer of the band "Renegade Saints."

Turning the page, I saw something even more troubling. Mr. Hart might not be the father of Delilah or Dominique, but he did have two more children. A boy named Dillon and a girl named Leah. Looking at their dates of birth, I swore under my breath. Dillon is sixteen days younger than Dante, and Leah is just thirteen months younger than that. When I read the name of their biological mother, I almost pa.s.sed out. They were my mother"s children. The information on the paper indicated that they had been given up for adoption when Dillon was a year old, and Leah was just born. Their adoptive parents had been killed in a freeway shooting when Dillon was ten and Leah was nine, and the children became wards of the state. I knew Dante was going to flip out when he realized that.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to play it off. Shrugging my shoulders I asked, "So what? I get that this is interesting, but I don"t get why you think it"s some big deal. The Harts will deal with this the way they do everything else, quietly and with dignity. You"re the one that should be ashamed, mother. You let your children grow up dest.i.tute. How could you?"

It was Marceline that shook her head at me, her eyes alight with some emotion I"d never seen her express before. "How could I? Please. Dillon was a little brat who never slept, and I never wanted a daughter. Mike had asked us to keep him just until he was sure that Dante wasn"t going to die of crib death or something. He needed an heir, and the thought was that if Dante died, we"d replace him with Dillon. It"s not like we were trying to keep everyone healthy. The reason I agreed to get pregnant with you was that Big Mike liked to f.u.c.k me large, and your father decided it couldn"t just be big Mike knocking me up. When his f.u.c.king stepmother saw that I was pregnant, it forced us to keep you. We had never intended to. We didn"t like or want children."

Smiling at me she continued, "Depending on what you do now Spencer, there might not be a chance to deal with it quietly and with dignity. This is a huge story. Flynn Rand has sisters that he never knew about. We could sell that to TMZ in a heartbeat. Even better, we"ve got pictures and video of Todd Rand with Connie Hart. That"s worth a fortune. As for those two b.a.s.t.a.r.d Hart kids, I bet they would love to open their front doors to find the press asking how it feels to find out that their family own a Fortune 500 company, something they have a biological right to as well. Wouldn"t Dante and that little gold digger he married earlier enjoy being bombarded by the press on their honeymoon? That would be a wonderful memory."

It cut me to the quick when I realized the emotion I was seeing in her eyes was pure joy.

"Seriously...those b.a.s.t.a.r.d Hart kids? Those are YOUR children too. Don"t you care at all?"

She looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "G.o.d, you"re dumb. No, Spencer. I don"t care. I never have."

Through clenched teeth I asked, "What is it that you people want?"

She smiled, like I"d just told her she was beautiful, before her smile turned to a glare. "Just think... if you"d just given me the money I asked you for months ago, we wouldn"t be here now. But you didn"t, and now this is happening. What I want is to destroy that family like they destroyed your father. You think that once you skipped out of here into their waiting arms that Sandra Thomas didn"t pull strings to have your father blackballed in the business world? That c.u.n.t ruined our lives. We"ve got nothing left thanks to her and those filthy f.u.c.king Hart brats. That"s what I want. What I"ll settle for is half of your inheritance, and Dante Hart is going to contract some work out to your father. Some big work too, no bulls.h.i.t. You"ve got two weeks to get the ten million dollars together, and two weeks to talk to Dante about improving your father"s career. If we don"t hear from you by then, prepare to be swallowed up in a s.h.i.t storm. And just so you know, this might just be the tip of the iceberg. There could be more fun in our bag of tricks. Don"t f.u.c.k with us son son. You won"t like the result. Make sure you share the photos of him and Dillon together. I bet he"ll love that."

With the manila folder still clutched in my hand, I walked to the front door to leave. Turning around, I looked at them both in disgust. "You"ll hear from me."

Once the door closed behind me, I hauled a.s.s to my car and headed for Delilah"s. There was no way I was ruining Damien"s engagement night, and Dante was already up in the air flying. This problem would have to wait until morning. I was really upset and shaky, and I needed Delilah more than I ever had before.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Delilah

I knew something was wrong with Spencer before I even picked up the phone. I"m not sure how I knew, but I did.

Picking up the phone I blurted, "Spencer, what"s wrong?"

He sounded awful, not like himself at all. "I need you, Delilah. I"m a f.u.c.king mess. Can I come over?"

I said yes with no hesitation. Whatever was wrong, I needed to know.

I paced in front of my door, flinging it open when I heard his car pull up, and I watched as he got out with a folder in his hand. When he saw me standing there, he ran to me, lifting me up off my feet in an enormous embrace.

Holding him tight I asked, "Baby, what"s wrong? What happened?"

Walking to the couch, he sat down and pulled me into his lap. "My mother"s been trying to get in touch with me for a while. She called me tonight and told me to get my a.s.s over there or else, so I had to go see her and my father. It didn"t go well."

My hatred of Spencer"s parents flared. The two of them are wretched, miserable excuses for human beings, and I hate that they"ve upset him. I hated that he had to be in the same room with his father, hated that Mr. Cross was still trying to pollute Spencer"s life with his evil.

Knowing how much he hated talking about them, I didn"t force him. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him pa.s.sionately. He held nothing back, giving me everything he had and more. I knew I was doing something he"d be mad at me for later when he realized that I was pregnant when this happened, but I needed to feel him. I always needed to feel him.

Our tongues dueled as he held me tight, our pa.s.sion for one another as out of control as ever. He moaned into my mouth before cupping my face in his hands and pulling back to stare at me. "I need to tell you things Delilah, important things. We should probably wait."

I shook my head at him, tilting my lips up for another kiss. "Let me love you Spencer. We can talk later."

He stopped kissing me for another moment so that he could stare into my eyes. "I want you to know that the reason I came here tonight wasn"t for this. I came because when the s.h.i.t hit the fan, you were the person I thought of first, the only person that I wanted to be with. I love you, Delilah. Every single part of me loves you in ways I can"t even articulate. You"re mine angel, and for as long as I live, I will love you. No matter what, I promise you that will always be a constant."

I silently prayed that he would still love me when he found out that I had his child growing inside of me even as I melted into him when he covered my mouth with his again.

Pulling back, I ran my hands over his face as I peppered it with kisses. "Take me to the bedroom baby. Make love to me."

Standing, he carried me to the bedroom before standing me next to my bed. I stared at him as I took off my clothes, beyond happy to have him here with me. He smiled at me when I was naked, and I preened under his hot gaze.

He was stripped before I was, and he sprawled on the bed and watched me undress. When I was finished, he held out his arms to me as he looked into my eyes. "Come to me baby. I"ve missed you so much."

I walked to the edge of the bed, drinking in the sight of my beautiful man. Nothing turns me on as much as seeing him naked, knowing that I"m going to be touching every one of his s.e.xy muscles. I knew I was going crazy without him, but now I realize that I was starved for his love. I got into his arms as I straddled him, leaning forward to kiss him.

Pulling back, he smiled at me. "I want you to climb up here and straddle my face."

I hesitated, but he held my eyes with his, and I could see that he was desperate for me to do it. "I need to forget baby, need to let everything go except you. You"re the only thing that matters, and I need to wipe everything else away. Put your p.u.s.s.y on my mouth now, Delilah. Give yourself to me."

I was nervous but I complied, standing up so that I could position myself over him. As I started to bend my knees, I was a nervous wreck as I got closer and closer to his face. It felt so... scary. What if I smothered him? When I finally got where he wanted me, I tentatively sat over him. He grinned, wolf like and feral up between my legs at me. "Grab the headboard baby, and hold on."

Leaning forward, I grabbed the top of my wooden headboard in my hands as he pulled me down firmly onto his mouth. He dove into me with his tongue, feasting on me like he"d never get enough. I knew I was coating his lips and tongue with my arousal, but I was losing control and couldn"t hold myself away from him. When he stiffened his tongue and started thrusting into me fast and hot, I thought I"d explode.

He spread me with his fingers, holding me open so he could f.u.c.k my c.l.i.t with his tongue, and I helplessly shifted on top of him. When he added two fingers and started thrusting in time with his tongue licks, I shouted as I came all over his face.

I tried to pull back, but he wasn"t having it. Wrapping his arms tighter around my waist, he pulled me in tighter as he continued to tongue me. He was f.u.c.king me as deep and hard as he could with his tongue, and I was no longer trying to keep my weight off of him. The more he licked, the more I ground against him, feeling my juices flooding his mouth. When he sucked my c.l.i.t back into his mouth, I came again with a wail.

Pulling off of him, I scrambled down the bed to take him in my mouth. He was hot and so hard, his crown wet with pre c.u.m. I licked it all up, tonguing the crown fast and wet, just like I knew he loved. He groaned, thrusting up as he wrapped his fingers in my hair. I transferred my attention from his crown to the vein that ran along the underside of his c.o.c.k, licking it from stem to stern as he shifted restlessly below me. "f.u.c.k Delilah, I love it when you do that." I smiled, because I knew he did. I lifted his c.o.c.k up towards his stomach as I descended down to his b.a.l.l.s, licking and gently sucking them both. He panted and moaned, begged me to keep going. "That mouth of yours angel... G.o.d d.a.m.n perfection. Love me Delilah, please love me."

"I do love you Spencer. More than anything, I love you." I hummed around his b.a.l.l.s, enjoying his guttural groans as I did it. Pulling back, I licked the inside of his right thigh before giving him a gentle nip, repeating the same thing on the left side. "Oh G.o.d, baby... that"s f.u.c.king hot."

I rewarded him by raising my head and starting to suck him again. He was so big that I could never get too much of him into my mouth at the same time no matter what we did, but what I could get in I sucked hard as I tongued him. Fisting my hair, he worked my head up and down. He did it with force, but not enough to make me uncomfortable. During the thirty days we had been together the first time, I had learned to control my gag reflex, so now I was letting him hit the back of my throat with each thrust, humming when I"d pop off the tip. With a loud yell, he poured himself down my throat.

Letting him slide out of my mouth I smiled at him and said, "Thank you." His entire body stiffened under me as he stared at me with laser like intensity. He liked that I thanked him, and it made me smile. I tongued his shaft from bottom to top, all while maintaining eye contact. He didn"t soften, not for a minute, and I felt myself getting wetter by the second.

Sliding up, I positioned myself over him. He held my waist as I grabbed his shaft and worked the head into my soaking cleft. I slid up and down for a few minutes before I was able to seat myself on him entirely, and when I did he told me to lean forward and hold onto him. When I complied, he held my waist hard as he started pounding into me from below, hot, and incredibly hard.

Burying my face in his neck, I held on for dear life. He"d found the spot in me that made me crazy, and then he went at me like crazy as he hit it over and over again. I cried out into his neck as he kept that pace up, hitting me in that spot like it was a target as I gushed onto his c.o.c.k. Tightening up around him, I sank my teeth into his neck and sucked as I came.

He caught me by surprise when he flipped us over and got me onto my back again, his a.s.sault on me continuing as the headboard banged against the wall so hard, I wondered if it would break. Grabbing my legs, he raised them up and pushed them against my chest as he hammered into me tirelessly. "Oh f.u.c.k baby, what you do to me... it"s amazing."

I shrieked as I nodded, agreeing that what we were doing did feel pretty f.u.c.king amazing. Turning me on my side, he stayed where he was and kept pounding me. I came again, clenching and unclenching around him as I coated him with my cream. "f.u.c.k me Spencer. f.u.c.k me hard."

Flipping me onto my back again, he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto him as he kept going. "I"m going hard angel, but I"m not f.u.c.king you. I"m never just f.u.c.king when we"re together. I"m making love to you Delilah, always loving you."

Dropping my hips, he came over me so that his elbows were on either side of my head as he slowed down a bit so that each thrust was deep. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him down so that I could hold him to me tight. "I love you Spencer."

He held my gaze with his as his eyes begged me to let him back in forever. "Then stay baby. Be mine. I love you." Leaning down, he kissed me deep but I yelped into his mouth in pain and he pulled back, confused. "Angel, are you okay?"

I nodded. "Sorry. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s are crazy tender right now, and when you rubbed against them I lost it for a second."

That got a raised eyebrow, and I knew he was wondering why, so I clenched around him as tightly as I could and held on. His eyes rolled back as he focused entirely on how he was feeling, forgetting about what I"d just said. Lifting my legs again, he pushed my ankles back as close to my head as he could while he started pumping in and out again with furious pa.s.sion. We lasted another few minutes before we came together, moaning and yelling as he filled me full of his come.

When he went to pull out, I stopped him. "No. I want you to stay inside of me. Just for a few minutes, please?"

Chuckling, he grabbed me and rolled us over so that I was on top of him. "I love this about you Delilah, the way you like to stay connected. I feel so loved when we"re together."

I held onto him tight, squeezing him as I kissed his chest. "You feel loved because you are loved. I love you Spencer, and I will always love you, even when you don"t love me anymore. Always remember that."

Chapter Twenty-Six: Spencer

I tensed up underneath her as I tried to process what she"d just said. What the f.u.c.k did she mean when she said I wouldn"t love her anymore? Didn"t she know I"d take my last breath on this Earth thinking about and loving her?

"Why would you say something like that? I"m never going to stop loving you, Delilah. You"re my sun. I"ve told you that before and nothing has changed."

I felt how tense she had gotten in my arms, and I started rubbing her back and shoulders. She let me hold her like that for a few minutes, but she didn"t say a word in response to the question I"d asked her. I wondered if I should get up and get the ring out of my pants, wondered if it would make her feel better to know that I loved her so much that I"d bought a ring, even though I wasn"t sure she would say yes. The only thing that kept me from asking her was the fact that I hadn"t asked Dante, Damien and Aunt Sandra yet, and I also hadn"t told Dominique. Once I had made the decision earlier tonight to actually DO it, I knew immediately that I needed to ask first.

Shifting off of me, she sat next to me on the bed and stared at me. The weirdest expression was on her face, like she was trying to memorize me before she jumped off a cliff, and my heart started beating funny in my chest. I could literally feel the anxiety coming off of her in waves.

"Delilah, you"re scaring me. What"s happening?"

I sat up when I saw two tears slide down her right cheek, grabbing her to me. "Delilah, seriously, what"s wrong angel?"

Taking a deep breath she pulled back and looked me in the eye before blurting out, "I"m pregnant. I"m having our baby."

Like an idiot, I said the first thing that came to mind. "That"s impossible. You"re on the pill and I don"t want children. Take another test."

There might as well have been a sign over her head that was blinking "DUMB MOVE", because she looked like I"d kicked her.

"I"ve taken two tests, and had it confirmed by a doctor. I"m just over six weeks along. It happened the weekend we broke up... I didn"t take my pill on Friday night because I spent the night at your house after that whole scene in the bar. Sat.u.r.day night I forgot to take it again because I was so upset and we were going at each other until the wee hours of the morning, and Sunday I was just too out of it to care. Sometime within those seventy-two hours, I wound up pregnant. It"s a definite."

It was like being in a wind tunnel. I"d heard her say the words, understood them even, but I couldn"t speak because of the loud vacuum that was in my head. Pregnant. Pregnant. I"d f.u.c.king gotten her pregnant. My child was growing inside of her. Delilah was pregnant.

I went away in my head, one terrible memory after another a.s.sailing me. My childhood bedroom had been filled with terror, anger, fear, shame. In my minds-eye, I saw my father on top of me, pulling my pajamas and underwear off. "Don"t cry you sniveling brat. I"m just going to rub it against you. See how big I am and how tiny you are? That"s because I"m a man and you"re a little c.u.n.t. My p.r.i.c.k likes c.u.n.t, and that"s what you are." I"d cry while he did it, licking my cheeks and nipping at my head with his teeth. He always made it a point to laugh while he came on me. "Stupid filthy little c.u.n.t," he"d rasp, and every time, I"d die a little bit more inside.

The terror was more than I could take. What if my child wound up like Hank? The kind of evil that Hank Cross has inside of him isn"t normal. Only the worst type of person would touch a child s.e.xually or in anger, but he did it with a smile because he enjoyed it. What if his sickness had skipped a generation and my son turned out like him? What if I had a daughter like Marceline?

Even if Delilah gave birth to a totally normal child with good morals, the kid would still be totally f.u.c.ked having me as a father. Either way, Delilah would regret having my child and she"d hate me. If Delilah hated me, I wouldn"t be able to go on.