A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Beau smiled and then nodded. "I definitely think I can get you well and truly pregnant," he said with a chuckle, grinding his hardening cock against her wet lips to drive the point home. He was already loving the way Irene was thinking.
 
“But what would you do?” She asked him, sighing as he started to grind his cock against her again. “Is that somewhere you’d like to go?”

She moaned as his quickly thickening cock slid through her wet folds, teasing her clit for a moment before she parted her legs and let him slide deep into her body again.
 
Beau groaned as she took him inside her. He loved when she was on top, and let her know it. "I'd probably work as a conservation agent, or maybe something involving nature," he said. "I really don't need to work, per se, due to the funds I've accumulated over my career," he said, bucking his hips against hers, loving the feeling of her inner walls gripping his cock.
 
“Then let’s do it.” She murmured, moaning as she rocked her hips down against his, his cock parting her folds in such a wonderful way. “Let’s escape from all of this.”

She leaned down and licked along his throat, her teeth biting his sensitive flesh as he bucked his hips up against hers. She clamped down hard on his cock, moaning as he continued to thrust through her soaking wet, pussy.
 
Beau smiled up at Irene and then suddenly stood up, leaving her impaled. "Okay. We can start packing now," he said as he set her on the dresser where their clothes were located. He continued to thrust into her as he set duffel bags on the top of the dresser.

"Are you sure you want to start now, or wait until after I'm finished?" he asked, his eyes showing a mischievous twinkle.
 
“You better not start something now!” Irene growled playfully as she leaned forward and bit his shoulder, drawing his attention back into focus. “You finish fucking me before you pack or else you’re not getting any for the next week.”
 
"I'm not fucking you though," Beau said, looking into Irene's eyes seriously now. "I'm making love to you," he said, slowly thrusting his cock all the way into her, before pulling almost all the way out, and then repeating it. He had started out fucking her, but now anted it to be more again.
 
Irene moaned as he started fucking her harder, his arms gripping her to his body tightly as the dresser beneath them creaked and groaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly as she panted and moaned out her pleasure.
 
Beau kissed her, silencing her moans as he started driving into her, shaking the dresser they were on. The sound of their wet hips slapping against each other was the only sound present as his hands slid up her sides to find her breasts, before starting to knead them and rub her nipples with a little pressure.
 
The feel of his kiss against her lips had Irene melting in his arms. She loved everything that he was doing and the moment that his hands cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, she lost it. A cry issued from her lips before she came, her heels digging into his flexing ass as her entire body tensed around him.
 
Beau drove into her as he suddenly came, letting out a low growl as he emptied himself inside her. He hadn't realized he was that close, but the cry that tore from her lips drove him right over the edge. He leaned against her, panting as he recovered, looking forward to their new life together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3 months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Beau smiled at his new class of recruits. Being a conservation agent had become a passion for him. He had always loved the outdoors, but now he worked to protect it. He was happy with that, and it showed.

"Alright guys and gals. I want you to find the hidden game cams that I set up in this 5 square acre spread," he said, then dismissed them.

He thought back onto the big changes that had happened. He and Irene had moved to America after getting rid of any trace that they existed. They had been able to get the new identities they wanted, and transfer their assets without leaving a sign. After they had moved, they quickly found a nice house in the Rocky mountains.

With Beau's credentials, he quickly moved to become a conservation agent. Irene was working in the little store she had opened, and was happier than ever. She was 3 months pregnant. Apparently he had gotten her well and truly pregnant, and when they found out, he had made sure that they would be together, by asking her to marry him.

The ceremony was quiet, just the two of them and a couple witnesses from their places of work. From there, everything seemed to be settling down nicely for them.
 
Irene never thought that she would be happy in her life, but with Beau, she truly was. Life in small town America was peaceful and most important, she could actually relax. She had a husband, which blew her mind, and a child on the way, which scared her to death.

Pausing at the front of her little book store and café, she sighed softly and caress her tiny belly, grinning to herself in a little bit of giddy happiness that would wash over her from time to time.

“Mrs. Connors?” Came a voice from behind her and she turned to see one of the girl’s she employed with a stack of books in her arms. “Where do you want me to put these?”

“Just over there, Mary. I’ll sort through them tomorrow. I think I’m going to call it a day and get home before the snow hits. Why don’t you tell the others that they can go home as well.” She said, smiling at the girl as she nodded and thanked her.

Leaving her employees to lock up, she made her way outside into the cool air and slipped into the front seat of the new car Beau had purchased for her. She had been impressed with the way that Beau had taken care of things pertaining to their former life. There hadn’t been a word from their former employers and she could finally start to breathe easier. He had protected her and drawn her out of the deepest, blackest pits of despair.

‘On my way home. Making dinner. Be there by 6.’ Irene texted him, grinning happily to herself again at the little tasks that she was able to do without fear of being killed.
 
Beau smiled as he read the text. He was just putting the last of the game cams in his pick up. He was happy that his recruits had found them all. It meant he could get home faster to be with his wife. He loved being able to call her that, and it meant more than he'd ever realized.

He quickly started the truck after letting the diesel engine warm up. As he got on the road, he was happy that he didn't have to consciously make efforts to not be killed. He would always check to see if anyone was tailing him, but now he knew that no one would know who he was.

He stopped smiling about a mile from his house when he saw the same pick up following him. He noted that it had been doing that for the past 3 miles. It hadn't taken the turn offs to town, and there was only his house along this road. He reached into the glove compartment, grabbing his weapon just in case things got dangerous.

When the truck turned off down a gravel road, he quickly made his way to the house, before parking inside the garage. He closed the door, happy to see Irene was home. He made his way up to the kitchen before stopping.

"We might have trouble. I might just be paranoid, but there was a truck following me all the way up the road our driveway comes off of," he said.
 
Irene turned from the stove where she was stirring a pot of spaghetti and looked at Beau as he burst into the house, his face tight with worry as he explained that a truck had followed him all the way up to their driveway. Tapping her spoon on the side of her pot, she wiped her hands on her apron and turned to look at him with a slight frown.

“They’re logging down that road, remember? They came last week and told us they would be cleaning out brush and timber from the creek bed. They didn’t want another flood like last year.” She said, trying to soothe him and calm him down.

“Beau, no one knows where we are. We’re safe here.” She said, leaning forward to kiss him, her hand cupping his cheek as she looked deep into his eyes. “We’re safe, babe.”

Seeing that he was still edgy, she sighed softly and gave him a gentle smile. “I’ve got pictures from the doctor. You want to see?” She asked, knowing that talking about their baby always seemed to relax him.
 
Beau smiled as he got less tense immediately. "Of course," he said, smiling happily. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to know if they were having a son or daughter, but wanted to know the baby was healthy. He figured it didn't matter what the sex of the baby was.

"You're right honey, I guess I'm just a little programmed right now. I need to relax a bit, but unfortunately, 20 years of that life really puts the strain on you," he said as he slowly looked through the pictures.

The baby was developing at a good rate, from what he saw, and the doctor said everything looked healthy. He smiled and slid his arms around Irene's waist, kissing her softly.

"I love you," he said softly as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.
 
Irene smiled as he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her against his warm chest and kissing her softly. “I love you too, Beau.” She said, looking into his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers.

“And you never have to apologize to me about things like that. I completely understand, sweetheart.” She murmured, kissing him again just as the buzzer of the oven went off.

“Go get washed up and I’ll have dinner served. It’s suppose to snow tonight and I would love to relax and watch a movie.” It was funny how she had taken to normal things like a duck to water. It hadn’t been that hard, really, even though the thought of a child still scared the crap out of her.

She would be a fiercely protective mother, determined to give her baby the things that she never had in her childhood.
 
Beau smiled and then headed to take a shower. He was never one to linger, and rapidly was washed and in comfy clothes. He realizes that he had changed, at least partially. He smiled as he looked at his hair, now showing a little more grey, but with a full beard to match. He was also more muscular now, and it suited him.

He went down to the kitchen, following the delicious smells. He was happy that tomorrow he wouldn't be needed, and could stay home. He loved the days where it was just Irene and himself. They had crazy hot sex, and just got to spend the day together. Those were the moments he cherished.

As he went past the kitchen, he smiled as he saw that the coffee table had already been pushed back to let them sit with their backs to the couch while eating, and then move to the couch directly after. He smiled as he brought in silverware and plates, then waited to pour drinks.

"What would you like to drink, sweetheart?" he asked as he fixed himself water.
 
“Lemonade, please.” Irene called into the room as Beau offered to pour her a drink. “Oh and maybe a splash of that mint tea I made the other day.”

Her cravings had been odd to say the least and Beau was doing well to make sure that she got what she wanted. Thankfully, they were few and far between. She just had to sit back and grow fat and happy, letting Beau actually take care of her until the baby came along.

She let Beau take the pot and bread into the other room and she gathered the salt and cheese, moving to sit down beside him with a sigh. She noticed how tired she would be at the simplest of tasks. Sometimes she would nap in her office at the store while her employees dealt with the lunch rush. She always felt bad, but they assured her that they understood.

“Oh, Dane brought up the plans you wanted for the addition to the house.” She said, mentioning Beau’s best friend and the architect who had designed their cabin in the woods. “I don’t understand why a nursery needs that much space though. You sure you’re not building anything else I should know about?”

Looking at him with a cocked eyebrow, she knew waited for him to tell her what he was planning.
 
Beau grinned sheepishly. "It's a part of me, and I figured it would be better to have a room where our weapons were safe from the kids ever getting into them," he said. He had thought about it, and knew that he would always keep some weapons close at hand, but didn't know where, untill he talked to his friend Dane.

"It also allows us to connect the nursery and our master bedroom together. I thought it was also practical," he said as he dished food for both of them before bringing the drinks over. He sat down next to her and waited to hear what she had to say.
 
“Beau…” Irene said with a sigh as he dished up their food, waiting to hear what she had to say about his plan. “Baby, I’m not going to say that it’s a bad idea, but do we really need it? Nothing’s happened in three months.”

She had probably grown too complacent in her new life, but she failed to see why they still needed to be armed to the teeth in case of attack. She knew Beau still kept a weapon on him at all times and had weapons hidden in their home and their cars. She didn’t see things the same way that he did.

Taking a bite of the spaghetti, she glanced at her husband and knew that he wouldn’t be comfortable until he did what he wanted. “Alright, Beau. If you think we need it, then I suppose it’s fine.”
 
"It's more for my personal amusement than anything. I just want to make sure that they are locked up safely, and no one can get into them," he said. "I wasn't thinking so much for defense, but to go out and relax. When I was growing up, before all of this, I used to love to just go to a gun range and shoot. That was why I had this added," he said softly as he slid in closer to Irene.

"I know I may seem overprotective, but it's who I am. If you'd like, we can get rid of the unwanted things. The only reason why I keep weapons in the car is for work. I never know if I'll be in your SUV, or my truck, so I need to make sure I have the correct weapons," he said, wanting to clarify, even though he knew he didn't need to.

He loved Irene, and knew that he was a little over the top. He was just happy she put up with him and his eccentricities. "At least it isn't something like a panic room," he said with a laugh, knowing how much they both hated that idea.
 
“Ugh, no.” Irene said, wrinkling her nose at the idea of a panic room. “I’d rather grab a gun and shoot my way out than to be trapped in a concrete room waiting for the police.”

“I was thinking that tomorrow we might go out and get some things for the nursery. I’d like to start getting things squared away.” She suggested, grinning at Beau as he nodded, happy to change the subject. “And I think it’s almost time that I start looking for some new clothing. This peanut is only going to get bigger.”

She had taken to calling the baby peanut shortly after learning she was pregnant. It was a way to separate herself from the thought of a child actually growing in her. She had grown fond of the little nickname and now she noticed that Beau had started calling it that was well.
 
Beau chuckled at the nickname, but only nodded. He knew they'd be taking his truck, since it had more room for furniture. He thought for a minute as he ate the rest of his food. "Is there anything in particular you are looking to pick up at this time, or are we just getting some general things like diapers, bottles, and such?" he asked.

He couldn't get over the excitement of having a baby with her, and knew it was showing by how much he was smiling. He couldn't help it though, and was happy she knew how excited and happy he was.
 
“I was thinking about getting a crib and maybe a rocking chair. I’ve always wanted a rocking chair.” Her confession actually made her blush and she hid it by taking another bite of her food before pushing away her plate, comfortably full.

Irene had learned that if she over ate, she would pay for it in the morning. It had been through trial and error that she was able to live comfortably with the growing child that was inside of her.

“Why don’t you start a movie and I’ll go put the dishes up. I want some ice cream and to get into some comfy clothes.” She said, stealing a kiss from her husband before she slid to her feet and gathered their plates.
 
He smiled and then went to select something. He had learned that heavy gore made her vomit, and sappy movies made her cry. He chose a happy medium, and went for a light comedy. He smiled as he put it in, and then got the couch ready.

He saw that both glasses were still on the table, so took them into the kitchen to refill. He smiled as he set them down before sneaking up behind Irene and wrapping his arms around her waist, rubbing her belly. "This is something I never fully expected to happen, but now that it has, I love it," he said as he softly nuzzled her neck.
 
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