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Baby Protector Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Baby Paranormal Romance (Who's the Daddy? Book 4) (12 page)

Chapter Nineteen – Joel

“I want you to stay here,” Joel said, heading for the door. “Look after Sam.”

“No. You cannot go in there without a baby.” She put Sam in the carrier, and picked it up, grabbing his bottle as she followed Joel.

“We are not taking Sam in there.” Joel was horrified she would even contemplate taking Sam to the maniac who had Beth.

“We aren’t going to. I have a plan. But we have to stop by a toy store on the way.”

“What?” Joel asked.

“Trust me. Now let’s go.” In the baby carrier, Sam began to cry. “Great, you are going to have to air those lungs for a few minutes, baby, and then you can have your nice milk. Which means you get to drive.”

She threw the keys at Joel, and then placed the baby carrier in the car, strapping it in, before sliding in beside Sam. Then she took out her phone and recorded the sound of Sam crying.

“What the hell are you doing, woman?” he asked as the car screeched down the road. She would need a new car by the time she got it back at this rate; the small Nissan was not built for this kind of use.

“Shh. And drive slower, just for a few minutes.” Sam cried louder, and when he looked in the mirror, he could see Chrissie looked happy he was crying. She had her phone by his mouth, and then he realized what they were going to do.

Decoy.

***

“This is the scariest thing I’ve ever done,” Chrissie said, as they walked up the drive to Joel’s house.

“You could have stayed with Sam and Landy down the street.” He held the baby carrier in his hand, a toy doll’s head poking out, and tried to gauge if it was about the right weight. He thought it was near enough to fool the man who had Beth, if he picked it up.

“We’re mates, right: you said that meant we stick together, through everything. And now you are asking me to bail at the first hint of danger.”

“This wasn’t what I was expecting when I dreamed of bringing you back to my house. I had visions of taking you up to bed, not having a maniac with a knife waiting for us.”

“Then let’s get him out of your house.” She took his hand as they approached the door.

“Am I supposed to knock?” he asked, his hand poised, but before he did, the door opened and Beth stood there, a knife to her neck.

His bear roared in Joel’s head and wanted to emerge, all bristling fur and sharp teeth, to rid them of this threat, but Joel kept control, knowing that one wrong move and Beth would suffer.

“Baby?” the man, who was mostly hidden behind Beth asked.

“In the carrier,” Joel said through gritted teeth. “So let the girl go.”

“No, she’s my insurance. She’s how I plan to get out of here.”

“No,” Chrissie said. “Let her go and you can take me. I know Sam, I can feed him and stop him from crying.”

Right on cue, Sam’s cries filled the air, loud and insistent. “Shut him up,” the guy yelled.

The crying lasted a few more minutes, while Chrissie spoke to Sam and calmed him. “You see, you need me.”

“Chrissie, no,” Joel said.

“You know I have to.” Chrissie’s hand curled around the baby carrier, and she nodded at him. He relinquished his grip, his nerves on edge. If this played out wrong, if something happened to Chrissie, he would never forgive himself, or be able to live with himself.

“A trade. You let Beth go.” Chrissie stepped forward. “Two for the price of one. Better odds, don’t you think?”

“In.” He motioned to Chrissie, and she slipped in through the doorway. “You, back off. Right off.”

Joel fought the urge to lunge at him, to test his speed and reflexes against this scum of the earth. But he did as he was told, taking two steps back, then three, his eyes fixed on Beth, nodding to her, willing her to know it was all right. He hated to see her puffy face, to know how scared she must have been.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Marie standing in her front window, a police officer by her side, and he wanted her to know it was OK, but he didn’t take his eyes off of Beth. Then the teenager was pushed forward, nearly falling to the ground, but Joel caught her.

“It’s OK.”

“I’m so sorry, Joel. He was waiting inside.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said quickly. “Now run home.”

He pushed Beth away, urging her to get out of there and she scrabbled along the ground, before getting her feet under her. The front door of her house opened and she went in, the door slamming behind her.

“Just us now,” Joel said.

“We’re coming out.” The guy had the knife at Chrissie’s neck, and Joel saw her put her hand in her pocket, and then a crackling sound filled the air, and the monster’s legs buckled under him and he went down.

“I so want to kick him in the balls,” Chrissie said through gritted teeth. “Maybe I should have Tasered him there instead.”

Joel rushed to her, grabbing hold of her and not letting go, until the other police officers, including Landy, arrived on the scene and arrested the man who had killed Angela.

His bear still wanted to rip his head off, but he settled for the knowledge that their mate and Sam were safe.

Chapter Twenty – Chrissie

“I can’t believe today is the day we finally get to call Sam ours.” Chrissie rolled over onto her stomach and rested her head on Joel’s broad chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Sam McMillan.”

“I like the sound of that, just as much as I like the name Crystal McMillan,” Joel said.

She smiled and held her hand up to the light, the sun streaming through the window catching her diamond engagement ring, which nestled against her gold wedding band. “I like being Mrs. McMillan.”

“I like making love to Mrs. McMillan,” Joel said, turning her onto her back, his body hovering over hers. Lowering his head, he kissed the tip of her nipple, making it harden into a taut bud, and then he opened his mouth and sucked it in, rolling his tongue over it, until she was squirming beneath him.

“Then why don’t you make love to me, Mr. McMillan, instead of just teasing.”

“My pleasure.” He guided his cock into her sex, groaning with bliss as she sheathed his hard length. He moved back out of her, and then thrust forward harder, in and out, his momentum building.

Chrissie closed her eyes, and let the sensations sweep over her, Joel continued to torture her breasts with his mouth, and the sensations joined together to overload her senses. She had to be the luckiest woman alive: she had the man of her dreams as her husband, and the sweetest baby in the world, about to make their family complete.

“I love you, Chrissie,” he whispered in her ear, his thrusts slowing, leaving her wanting more.

“I love you, Joel.” She lifted his head, and kissed his lips. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For choosing me,” she said, stroking his chest. “Now finish what you started, we have a son to make ours.”

He chuckled. “I knew you only wanted me for my body.”

“And only one part of your body right now.”

He nipped her earlobe, and then kissed her neck, down over her collarbone, and before he captured her nipple in his mouth again, he murmured, “Only one part?”

“OK, maybe two,” she gasped as he grazed his teeth over the taut bud.

He began to move inside her again, pushing her arousal up a notch with every stroke. Chrissie kissed his neck, sucking on his earlobe, making him lunge into her—which she was not complaining about, she loved it when he lost control.

With hard, long lunges, he built up the tension between them. When the release came, it was incredible, earth shattering, and yet so sweet, because when her orgasm subsided, he pulled her into his arms and held her close, making her feel safe and cherished. Just as they would both love and cherish their son.

“We need to get up and get going.” She reluctantly pulled away from him, but was unable to resist going back for one last kiss before she hit the shower. Chrissie knew Joel would go and get Sam up, and feed him his breakfast; it was a time they liked to share, before Joel usually scooted off to work for the day. But today was different.

A small knot of nerves wound around her stomach. They had waited months for this day. After the arrests were made—both of the guy who killed Angela, a Reg Halport, and Mr. Anderson, who had experienced a mental breakdown—Chrissie had taken Sam back to her house. With a bit of behind-the-scenes work by the police chief, Chrissie was granted the right to be his temporary foster parent.

It had been bittersweet. Sam was safe, the bad guys were caught, and that left the way open for Krieg to try to take back his son.

Only then, Beau came around, and told them that the reason Krieg had beaten Angela so badly, was that he found out Sam was not his. The worst part about it was that Angela had died for nothing: there was never going to be any money, no bounty, it was one of her many fantasies. In Mr. Anderson’s possession was a receipt for the designer shoes. He had bought them for Angela to get her to trust him, to get her to talk about Krieg.

Angela had done what she was good at, and told him what he, and to some degree, she, wanted to hear. That Krieg would do anything, pay anything, to have his son by his side.

“What a waste,” she said sadly as she wrapped a towel around her body and reached for her robe. That was enough sadness for one day, this was a happy day, this was Sam’s day.

The knot in her stomach tightened. Until they had the documents in their hands she was afraid someone would jump up and steal it from her. This happiness she had built with Joel was almost too good to be true.

“Stop it. You deserve it,” she said to her reflection.

“Yes, you do,” Joel said, coming into the bathroom with Sam in his arms. “Tell Mommy she is being stupid.” He kissed Chrissie, and then Sam leaned in to do the same.

“Thank you, baby.” She kissed Sam and hugged him. “I just want him to be ours, so no one can take him away.”

“If anyone tried, my bear would rip their head off. He is ours.” He handed Sam to Chrissie. “Now, you two go and get dressed, while I shower.”

Chapter Twenty-One – Joel

His heart swelled with happiness as he stood outside the courthouse, Sam nestled between him and Chrissie, while Liam took a photograph or two. He looked at all their friends and family before them, and smiled, then grinned, then threw his head back and laughed.

“Don’t, they’ll take Sam away from us if they think you are insane,” Chrissie said.

“Let them try. I’d go grrr if they did, wouldn’t I, Sam?”

“Grrr,” Sam said, copying his father. Joel sighed.
A father
. It had happened so fast, but as Chrissie peeled away from him and went to kiss her parents, and hug her niece, he felt like he was part of a bigger world, a world full of adventure, one he longed to explore, with Sam and Chrissie, and soon, hopefully, their own child, by his side.

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