Demon -- One Month Later
In my absence, Badger and Slash had cleaned house. All the club whores were gone and a new set had moved in. I’d made it clear to them exactly what their place was in the club. If they so much as disrespected an old lady, or refused to back down if a brother said no, they wouldn’t just be out of here, I’d make a painful example of them. Each of them paled every time I entered the clubhouse, which made me smile. Yeah, I was a sick asshole for enjoying their fear, but it meant I didn’t have to worry about them trying to fuck me.
Only woman I wanted was at home. In my bed. And carrying my kid.
As much as I wanted to know what we were having, Stitches assured me it was too soon to know. Farrah was roughly two months along. We wouldn’t know for certain until she met with the OB-GYN, but she had an appointment coming up. I’d already promised to be by her side every step of the way, holding her hand through all of it.
I’d gotten word from Kraken that MaryAnne had been found. He wouldn’t say much beyond that and I worried about the poor girl. I had no doubt she was in good hands and knew that Hades Abyss would treat her right. I only hoped she’d be able to get past whatever Darius had done to her.
Rooster and Lynx had both received open invitations to visit whenever they wanted. I’d never known I had brothers, and even though Darius was gone, I looked forward to getting to know Rooster better. Things were awkward at best between me and Rooster, especially since he’d wanted my woman for himself. Lynx, however, seemed to settle right into the lives of his family. Even after all that happened, Farrah still enjoyed speaking to him and looked forward to any future visits. I was a little more reserved since his stupid plan to use her as bait had nearly gotten the both of us killed.
I sipped my beer and leaned back on the couch, kicking my feet up on the table. Farrah narrowed her eyes at me as she came into the room carrying a plate of cookies. Since she’d learned to cook, she’d been working on fattening me up. Couldn’t really complain. Best damn meals and desserts I’d ever had.
“Tables aren’t for feet, Cody,” she said.
“My table, right? I’ll put my feet there if I want.”
She set the cookies down and put her hands on her hips. “Is that so? Your table? I guess this is your house too?”
I slowly pulled my feet back and stared at her, wondering if she was about to have one of those hormonal meltdowns I’d witnessed several times now. “Nope. Yours too.”
“Are you sure? I’m just a lowly servant in your house. Have to do as you say, when you say it.”
“Farrah.”
She lifted her chin a notch. “Maybe I don’t want to marry you after all.”
I stood and set my beer down. “Look here, you little brat. You accepted my ring. Carry my kid. You’re damn sure going to marry me. Soon.”
“Why should I? What do I get from the arrangement? More orders?”
I grinned. “Oh, I’ll give you orders all right.”
Before she could run from the room, I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up against me. Her eyes dilated and her lips parted. I’d tried to be more careful with her, not wanting to hurt the baby. After all the stress she’d been under, I worried she’d not make it past the first trimester.
I kissed her hard, then softer. “You’ll take my orders. Know why?”
She shook her head.
“Because you like it. My naughty little girl likes getting tied up, spanked, and told what to do. If I told you to drop to your knees and suck my cock right this very second, you’d do it. And you’d fucking like it.”
“Cody.” She was breathless, pressing tighter to me.
“My fierce little warrior need something?”
“Yes. You know I do.”
I rubbed her breast through her top, her nipples already hard and poking through the material. I’d convinced her to wear knit dresses around the house because it made it easier to fuck her whenever I wanted. I gathered the skirt in my hand and lifted it, growling when I realized she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Very naughty. No panties, Farrah?”
“No. I haven’t worn them all day.”
I worked my hand between her legs and stroked her clit. She gasped and her body went tight. Fuck me.
“Holy shit! Did you just come?” I asked.
Her cheeks turned bright pink and it was answer enough, along with the wetness coating my fingers. Being pregnant had made her want my cock all damn day, and I was loving it. I just had to hold back a bit. Not only did I worry about the pregnancy, but she’d been sliced up like a damn Christmas goose. The wounds had healed and left pink scars behind. Seeing them always reminded me of how I’d felt, seeing her tied to the chair, bleeding.
Someone knocked at the door, and I would have ignored it, but Farrah pulled away, settling her dress back around her knees and rushed off. With a groan, I hoped like hell she didn’t let whoever it was into the house. The excited bark made me smile and a moment later, Victoria raced into the room as fast as her short little legs would carry her. Trigger lumbered in from the kitchen, his ears perked forward.
“Rachel dropped Victoria off for a playdate with Trigger,” Farrah said, coming back into the room. Thankfully alone.
“You set up a playdate. For the dogs.”
She nodded, looking down at them fondly. The little pug had met Trigger shortly after we returned from Oklahoma and the two loved to romp and play together. Seeing Victoria try to keep up with Trigger was fucking hilarious, but they seemed to have a good time.
I’d installed a doggy door off the kitchen so Trigger could let himself out into the newly fenced backyard. I made sure it wasn’t locked, then took Farrah’s hand and led her to the bedroom, shutting the dogs out.
“If Trigger gets to play with his girlfriend, I think I should get to play with mine.”
She smiled softly, her cheeks turning pink again. “I like it when you play with me.”
I shrugged off my cut and started removing my clothes. When Farrah reached for the hem of her dress, I stopped her with a shake of my head. Once I’d taken off the last of my clothing, I reached for her, pulling the stretchy top of her dress down and baring her breasts.
“No bra either?” I asked.
“Nope.”
I leaned down, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it long and hard. She moaned and wrapped her fingers around the back of my neck, holding me to her. I licked the hard bud, then gently bit down, making her cry out in pleasure. Lifting the hem of her dress, I walked her back to the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress and I wasted no time sliding into her wet heat.
“Fuck me, Farrah. You feel so Goddamn amazing. I’ll never get enough of you.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist. “Good. I need you just as much.”
I reached between us, working her clit as I thrust into her. It didn’t take much to get her off again. Twice. Taking her faster, driving into her tight little pussy, I knew there was nowhere I’d rather be than right here with her. I filled her up with my cum and kissed her deeply.
“I love you,” I murmured against her lips.
“Love you too.”
“Then marry me, dammit.”
She smiled. “Soon.”
Impudent little wench. “You’re a brat.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “But I’m your brat. If I changed, you wouldn’t know what to do. You’d have no reason to punish me anymore.”
I gripped her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head before I started fucking her again. “Can’t have that. You know how much I love spanking your ass.”
She leaned up and nipped my lower lip. “I’m still waiting on the day you follow through on your threats and fuck it.”
Everything in me went hot at the mere thought, but I’d already decided it wasn’t something I’d try until after the baby arrived and she felt up to it. I might be an asshole, and depraved at times, but there were lines even I wouldn’t cross.
Whatever brought her to Blackwood Falls -- a deity or Fate -- I would thank them every day for the rest of my life. With her by my side, I knew there would never be a dull moment. She’d keep me on my toes, make me laugh, and give me a reason to live every day to the fullest until I drew my last breath.
“My love.” I kissed her. “My life.” Another soft kiss. “My everything.”
She kissed me back, not letting either of us up for air. With her, I could be gentle, but she also handled the darkness in me, relished it, and for that alone, I knew I’d love her until the day I died.