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  "What did you say?" I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach at her words and the way she was acting. Something was way wrong with this picture but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Something she said was sending off warning signals in my gut, but what? She hadn’t said much of anything.

  "Nothing nothing I just meant that with the amount of alcohol she had she might not have remembered." She fidgeted nervously as she was suddenly more interested in avoiding my eyes than she had been when she first made her way over to me. Somehow I didn't buy her bullshit cover either.

  "I changed my mind I'm not hungry after all."

  "Oh but..." I didn't even spare her a glance as I walked out.

  All the way back up the mountain my mind was whirling and I felt sick. If what I was thinking was true then I was in a world of shit.

  I heard her weeping as soon as I opened the door. Without giving any thought to what I was doing I went straight to the room she was currently using because I'd kicked her out of my bed. She was lying in the middle of the bed in the fetal position rocking back and forth as she cried her little heart out.

  Fuck, that can't be good for my kid. I kicked off my shoes and laid down next to her pulling her into my arms. She clung to me like a vine, her tears soaking the front of my shirt.

  "Hush now Madelyn, I came back."

  "Please Dominic please I can't bear it please please please."

  "Ssh, calm down baby this can't be good for the baby."

  Her body shook with her tears as I felt my eyes too grow moist, what the fuck, had happened in that bar that night?

  Chapter 7

  She finally fell asleep in my arms and I couldn't leave her, neither could I fit my six three frame on this little ass bed so I lifted her gently and took her into our room. It felt right having her there as I laid down beside her. I was confused and pissed and didn't know what the fuck to do next. Donna’s words and Brenda's slip of the tongue kept playing over and over again in my head but I didn't want to believe the shit that was starting to form there. Her words the night I confronted her kept replaying in my head too. Now that the red haze of fury was no longer clouding everything I kept hearing her say she didn’t remember what had happened or how it had happened. I’d thought it was just a cop out but maybe there was more to it than that.

  While she slept safely in my arms I planned and plotted in my head. Branson is a small town, if they'd drugged her they had to get the shit from somewhere. And there was still the question of if she'd been drugged what had they used? Before I could think better of it I plucked out a strand of her hair and moving as quietly as I could without jarring her, opened my night table and got some tissue to wrap it in for safe keeping.

  What was brewing in my chest was not good. If what I now beginning to suspect was true this town was about to reap hell on earth. I looked down at her little face, the tear tracks still evident. She'd lost weight, I hadn't noticed how much until now but feeling her body against mine I felt the difference. I kissed her forehead softly as I finally closed my eyes for some shuteye. Tomorrow I'll start looking for answers.

  In the morning before she awakened I made a call to one of my marine buddies, he wasn't a SEAL but he would do.

  "Garrett, Hearst, I need a solid bro."

  "Hit me."

  " I need you to run the diagnostics on something for me."

  "What am I looking for?"

  "GHB." That shit tasted foul on my tongue just saying it.

  "Nasty stuff, what the fuck you got going on out there brother?"

  "Not sure, but if I'm right people are gonna go missing in this burg."

  "Uh, Dom…you wanna tell me what's going on?"

  "I think somebody drugged my fucking wife while I was deployed."

  "You...what? Was she...did they...fuck bro."

  "No she wasn't raped it didn't get that far apparently thank fuck. There’s one more thing, she's pregnant what's the lasting effects of this shit on a baby?" I held my breath waiting for the blow. If this was true, any of it, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from committing a crime.

  "Not sure, but I think once it's out of the system she should be fine, how'd they give it to her?"

  "She was drinking alcohol and she's a light weight as it is."

  "Shit that's dangerous bro, people die from that shit, what the fuck?"

  "I know, like I said I'm not sure I could be wrong but my gut's saying different."

  "Okay I need a strand of her hair, put it in tissue seal it in a zip-lock bag and have it overnighted, I'll rush the test through and get back to you in a couple days sounds good?"

  "Sounds good thanks bro.

  "Always."

  I hung up the phone and sat in contemplation, I won't say anything to her but I couldn't go on treating her like shit either and she'd want to know what made me change my mind. Before the rift we'd shared everything, she was my little buddy, my pal. This shit had stolen a lot from me and had I not been a dick the night before and headed down the mountain I might not have run into Donna and that skeeze, and wouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking now. Who knows how long I would've gone on believing the worst.

  With Garret squared away my mind turned to who in this area or the next town over would be able to supply something like that and there was only one person I knew of that dealt in any kind of drug paraphernalia. I'm going to have to be slick though I couldn't just go around town asking people questions, I didn't want the culprit or culprits to know that I was on their scent. This sitting still was a pain in the ass but there wasn’t much I could do this early in the morning.

  I tried to make sense of everything that was now on the table, the more I thought the angrier I became. If someone had drugged my fucking wife that shit was going to fuck with me even more than the kissing shit. I never wanted her to be that vulnerable. And what kind of fucked up world did we live in that someone would do that to an innocent young woman? Wasn’t it enough that I was risking life and limb to keep these fucks safe?

  Whatever the case maybe, it looks like I’m going to have to come up with a plan and soon. With this new development there was no way I could look at her with contempt and scorn, no more reason for my blind anger. I’m glad for that but now this shit has put me in a fucked up position. The kiss was still sticking in my craw but if the circumstances weren’t what I had first believed, well then that put a whole new spin on things. I’m never gonna be okay with her kissing someone else no matter how it came about, and the fact still remains that had she listened to me she wouldn’t have put herself and my kid in danger. But I can’t fault her for getting lonely and hanging out with people she thought were her friends. Shit, she knows me too well for me to just change overnight without any kind of explanation. One thing was certain, I’d better handle this shit right this go around, my poor girl has been victimized enough as it is it looks like.

  The sun was coming up so I decided to get moving, no sense in wasting another second. I took a quick shower and walked back into the bedroom where she still slept. I really didn't want to wake her up, but neither did I want her to awaken and find me gone. Funny, until last night I wouldn’t have cared. I stood over her and just watched her, my heart finally beating right in my chest for the first time in days. I wanted to pick her up and hug her close; I needed to erase the last few days, all the harsh words and the ugliness. Why had someone chosen to taint what we had?

  "Dominic...." She sighed my name in her sleep as she turned to my side of the bed. Looks like I didn't need to wake her after all for as soon as she felt the empty space she woke up.

  "Morning Madelyn." She turned a wide troubled look towards me and I could see the questions forming in her eyes. I gave her a smile to reassure her and walked over to her side of the bed.

  Without any explanation I picked her up and sat back down with her on my lap, but I guess as smoothly as I did it it wasn't smooth enough because she flew off my lap and headed for the bathroom. How could I have forgotten? I helped her
clean up after she was sick as a dog and put her back to bed.

  "Don't move." She grabbed my hand as I started to move away.

  "It's ok baby I'm only going to get you some tea and crackers."

  She groaned as though the sound of it alone was torture so first I tried a trick we'd used with her cramps. Lifting what I now recognized as one of my old tee shirts I placed my hand on her lower stomach. She sighed and held it closer with one of hers before settling back into the bed and closing her eyes. With my other hand I smoothed the hair back from her face and watched as silent tears crept from beneath her lashes. My throat became clogged and I wanted to yell and punch something, but not yet. I had to be sure this time no more hotheaded fucked moves. This time I'd get to the bottom of things and then I'll go from there. I climbed in with her and drew her gently into my arms. “Don’t cry Maddy I’m here.”

  Chapter 8

  I held her until she drifted off to sleep and not wanting to put things off any longer than necessary I got what I needed and headed down the mountain to the post office. I paid extra to have it sent next day whatever the fuck that meant because the post office is full of shit half the time, slow fucks.

  Not wanting her to awaken to find me gone I hurried back. She was still asleep curled up on my side of the bed and though I wasn't tired I decided to lie down next to her just in case she woke up sick again. Kicking off my shoes and removing my shirt I climbed in next to her with just my jeans on.

  "Dominic?"

  "I'm right here baby." She rolled over into my arms and I held her close waiting for the mad dash to the bathroom to follow. When it seemed like my kid was going to have some manners and give his or her mother a break this time I relaxed. It was the first time since the madness started that I'd actually held her as my woman, that the feeling of rage didn't over shadow everything else. She felt the way she always did when I held her, perfect, my perfect girl; so soft and warm and small next to my large frame.

  I remembered how it felt to love her, how it was between us, and my cock stiffened. Before I could think better of it I nibbled my way down her cheek to her petal soft lips. She opened to me greedily her arms coming around me holding on tight as if she was afraid I'd pull away again. Not this time baby.

  Turning her gently onto her back I touched her for the first time in what felt like weeks instead if days my hands not quite sure of themselves. I hadn't fucked her since I found out she was carrying my child, fuck if I knew how to mate with a pregnant woman. I kept watching her for signals, letting the little sounds she made direct me. She loved having her tits sucked; I could make her cum just by that alone.

  They felt fuller in my mouth and hands as I lifted her nipple onto my tongue, could I still bite her the way I like to? Only one-way to find out Hearst. I bit down on her nipple and she moaned, her hands pulling my hair, she wanted more. So far so good, now do I lie on top of her or is that too much?

  She took the worry out of my hands when she pulled me over on top of her. Fuck I think I was afraid; I didn't want to hurt her or the baby. I'm not exactly gentle when it comes to her, I start out with good intentions but as soon as my cock dips into her sweet pussy all bets are off. I felt around inside her pussy with my fingers while I thumbed her swollen clit. She fucked my hand and bit my tongue. She wanted to fuck.

  "Dominic hurry."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes it's been too long."

  "I don't want to hurt you baby."

  "You won't I promise, please hurry." She moved under me, her legs widening as she rubbed her wet pussy against me. I didn't even take my pants off all the way just unzipped and went on a heat-seeking mission.

  "Fuck." Home, that's what my cock felt like from the first contact; take it easy Hearst. I wanted to rut in her like an animal, the way I always did, could I? My first thrust was deep and true, she arched up for more. With her head held in my hands I watched her face as I pulled out and went back in, she was still with me.

  "I want to fuck you hard it's been too long, I can't hold off babe." My hips and cock were moving even as I said the words. "Fuck me." That's all I needed to hear before I was pounding into her. The bed banged against the wall steadily as I got reacquainted with my wife's sweet pussy, her juices ran down around my cock making it easier for me to go in and out of her.

  She moaned and scratched into my back as I went at her harder, making sure to keep my full weight off of her tummy, but she wasn't having it. She used her legs and her arms to pull me fully down onto her. She always liked to feel me squashing her into the bed unless I was fucking her from behind or she was riding my dick. I finally gave in and gave her my weight as her pussy twitched and squeezed my cock trying to milk my balls. Her mouth came up to claim mine as I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight against me while my cock plundered.

  "So fucking sweet, fuck, shit...too long, too fucking long." Her keening moans made me crazed and I tried to swallow her tongue as it played with mine in my mouth.

  "I'm not deep enough babe hold on." She made a sound of protest when I pulled out but it was soon turned into one of pleasure when I turned her over and drove back into her. Lifting her hips high I watched my cock slip back into her upturned pussy doggie style. She fucked back at me wildly as she tore at the sheets. Fuck yeah.

  "Make me cum Dominic make me cum...Feels so good, I wanna cum." She babbled away at me as I fucked her with long deep steady strokes. I pulled her hair the way she likes as the fear of hurting her or the baby eased off. Her ass was enticing me to fuck even as I raced to empty my sack in her sucking pussy.

  "Fuck baby cum for me, cum on my cock." I pulled on one nipple while manipulating her clit with my other hand. She went off like a shot squeezing the fuck out of me with her walls dragging me over with her. I folded myself around her as we dropped to the bed sweaty and spent. "I love you Dominic I'm sorry."

  I pulled her back closer to me and wrapped my arms around her. "It's okay baby leave it for now." I didn't want to taint what we'd just shared with that shit; I'll wait to hear from Garrett and we'd go from there. I kissed the crown of her head as my heart eased its erratic pace. My baby was back in my arms, my mind wandered to my new suspicions again. If they were right I'd helped fuck her over, I'll have to deal with that at a later time. Right after I'd dealt with the fuckers that had caused me to hurt her, that had put a stain on my marriage.

  Chapter 9

  I woke feeling at peace for the first time in a long time; she was wrapped tightly in my arms her sweet little ass snug against my groin. I had one arm under her head and the other holding her tummy where my child slept. I rubbed my thumb teasingly along her stomach enjoying the feeling of being this close to her again.

  When I thought of my anger and the way I'd treated her my heart actually hurt. Pulling her even closer I promised myself that I would make it up to her. Now with the fog of blinding anger clearing I could see where I'd gone wrong. I knew my wife, I knew she loved me and I should've known she would never deceive me. Something had happened I'm sure but now in the clarity of a new day coupled with that bitch's slip of the tongue I knew that there was no way my Maddy would've willingly or knowingly betrayed me. I had no doubt the old man had seen what he'd said he witnessed but now I believed that there was more at play than I'd first thought.

  I felt shame and bile rise in my throat as I looked down at her sleeping form, how could I have done it? How could I have treated her so poorly? I wanted to kick my own ass but not as much as I wanted to hurt the ones responsible. I wanted to ask her about that night but thought it best to wait until I heard from Garrett. Before when she'd tried explaining shit to me I'd been too enraged to think rationally and her constantly saying she was sorry only confirmed her guilt. Now I realize that if she had indeed been drugged she might be under the impression that she'd actually done what she'd been accused of. Because she wasn't a heavy drinker she might've confused the effects of the drug for alcohol.

  She stirred in my arms as I nuzzled
her neck, my love for her so strong it was almost scary. I never wanted anything to touch her, it was my job to protect her from every danger, every threat. While I'd been off protecting others, someone had harmed my wife; that pissed me the fuck off. No one was allowed to touch what was mine, I thought they'd known that, thought the people of the little town down the mountain took it as a given that she was off limits, apparently someone didn't see it that way. That someone was going to pay and pay dearly for fucking with me.

  I wanted to take her again but thought better of it; I still had to read up on this pregnancy shit. I didn't know how much was too much and if I could make her sick again. With that thought in my head I eased my arms from around her and slid out of bed my cock bouncing up and down in front of me as I headed for the shower.

  MADELYN

  I woke up missing Dominic. At first I thought it had all been a dream until I felt that sweet ache between my thighs and the wetness from him running out of me onto my legs. I had the biggest goofiest grin on my face as I headed for the shower. I rushed through my bath my heart racing, how would he act? Was it just a one-time thing? Was he regretting it already? My heart was a dull ache in my chest as I threw on one of his button downs with a pair of silky bikini panties and nothing else.

  I made my way slowly down the short stairs in our log home that my husband had built with his own hands. The place was rustic with a wide-open floor plan, floor to ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the mountains that was breathtaking. Both Dominic and I were minimalist so there was just the basic couch and side chairs with coffee table all made by him in the same pine. Everything was varnished to a high shine that added character and I'd bought some colorful throw pillows that added a little zest.