The Adventures of James Dean.

36.

Her pregnancy insomnia played right into my hands. Frustrated at her inability to shut off her mind, I awoke to assertive hands trailing over my balls and up towards the shaft of my dick. I couldn't see her in the dark, but I could feel her, and smell her, all around me.

And I'd tell you I fucked her again but I didn't, it was slow and gentle, and sleepy and warming, and exquisite. I loved her with every inch God blessed me with.

She climbed on top of me, her hair tickling my chest, playing by her own rhythm, sliding over me, aided by her sweet nectar, my hands roaming over her pert ass. For the second time in a day I couldn't quite believe this was happening. I was literally gasping for air as I came, and she shuddered above me, her body giving in to the blissful waves of release. I didn't know where she got the energy from, I mean growing a kid had to sap your strength a little. Okay, maybe more than a little.

As she snuggled up beside me, I kissed her, wrapping her up and nuzzling into her hair. Her gorgeous chestnut hair.

Funny how she was erasing everyone that came before her, making it all trivial and almost non existent. It was almost like she'd cast a spell over me.

As she fell asleep again, I whispered to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how thankful I was for this chance. And then one am ticked over, and sleep overcame me.

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'Go home. Go back to wherever you came from!' Her voice was anguished, an octave or two higher than normal.

And that scared me.

'You've got nobody left. You think he's gonna stick around? You're a novelty. Novelties wear off!'

'Stop it! Just go!'

'You don't want that Kenny, don't be like that!'

I stumbled out of bed, dragging on a pair of jeans and a Yankees tee. I followed the sound of voices, leaving the apartment and stepping out into the hall.

'You're just like your mother.'

I saw two figures halfway down the corridor. Kennedy, and evidently, her step father. Granted I'd never met the guy before, but her body language was fearful and tense.

Shit.

'Leave. Now!' She was becoming hysterical. She never wanted to see this monster again. Now here he was, blighting her happiness. Hell, our happiness. And I had to step in.

'Hey, asshole.' I strode towards the man, he was about my height, but with straggly, long hair slicked back off his face in a pony tail and deep set lines around sunken black eyes. If he used to attract the ladies perhaps he had some hidden charm, because right now he looked like a decrepit hobo.

Kennedy stood back, chest heaving, hands over her bump.

The guy turned to face me, eyebrow raised quizzically. Then the penny dropped.

'You're the father, right? Read about you in the news. Why don't you tell my Kenny to head home with her old pops? I figure you're gonna have to pay maintenance or some shit and we'll stay outta your hair lover boy.'

'You're not her pops. Kennedy, baby, go inside the apartment and call 911.'

'I'm not leaving you.' She uttered, eyes bright with tears.

'Clark women don't listen son.' The older guy chuckled, brandishing brown uneven teeth. 'They need keeping in line, don't you, Kenny. Especially after our long drawn out separation. You have some making up to do honey.'

I saw red, slamming the guy against the wall and holding him by his throat. Even if he was a stronger than I, like every other fucker I'd come across in my plight to hang onto this woman, I wasn't going down. I wanted the life we were building more than I'd wanted anything else. Even Radspace. And this guy disgusted me. Even more so than the guy who bust a spray of caps at me.