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Rowan
“Why are you doing this?” I rasped. I was tied to the side of the tub, unable to move.
“Because I can,” Gary said with a crooked sneer.
“But you shouldn’t be able to walk.”
“Your man missed,” he taunted.
Only it wasn’t Gary who said it.
It was Stanley.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” I whispered.
Stanley chuckled, a sinister sound filled with hate. “Didn’t you know? I can never die. I will always find you.”
I opened my mouth, letting out a blood-curdling scream, hoping to god Scooby would hear me.
“Fuck, baby.” Scooby sat up beside me, wrapping his arms tight around my waist as I forced myself awake. “It’s just a dream.”
I fell back against him and twisted in his arms. “It was so real.”
“Come here,” he said, pulling me down over his chest, kissing me gently.
My heart started to calm, but Lord was barking in his crate in the living room, so I pushed up against Scooby. “Let me show Lord I’m okay.”
“I’ll get him.” He threw the covers off his body. “But he’s gonna see you’re okay, then I’m gonna let him out to piss, then he’s goin’ right back in his crate. No gettin’ in bed with us.”
“Crew—”
Scooby had come home after his meeting with Li’L Frisco and told me the entire story. I’d been so proud of him, but it had also scared me to the point of another panic attack that Lord had ended up in our bed for the next two nights, mostly because he couldn’t settle in his crate knowing I was still anxious.
He flipped on the lamp. “I’m serious, Rowan.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Then you better make it worth my while.”
“Oh, I’ll fuckin’ make it worth your while, Twinkles. Give me ten minutes.”
I timed him and it took less than seven minutes to take care of everything before he joined me back in the bedroom.
“What do you want, baby?”
I was already naked, kneeling on the bed waiting for him. “Anal, please, sir.”
“Binds?”
I shook my head. “Swing?”
“If you want anal, it’ll be better for you on the bed,” he said.
“Can we start on the bed and end in the swing?” I asked. “Please, sir.”
“Yeah, baby, we absolutely can.” Scooby smiled wide. “Stand beside the bed.”
I shivered, slipping off the bed.
Scooby grabbed a few things from my dresser drawer, setting them on my nightstand before sliding his hand to my neck and stroking my pulse. “You still scared?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. It was a dream,” I said. “If anything, it made me realize how much I trust you, and how thankful I am that you’re mine.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that must have been some dream.”
I smiled. “It was.”
“I can’t tell you how much it means that you trust me, baby.”
“That trust goes both ways, Frankie,” I said.
He settled his hand on my belly. “I’m tryin’, honey.”
“I know.” I covered his hand with mine. “I’m proud of you.”
He leaned down to kiss me gently. “I’m gonna make you forget all about that nightmare.”
“I’m looking forward to that, sir.”
Sliding his hand to my bottom, he gave it a squeeze, then a slight smack. “On the bed, baby. On your back, knees up.”
I let out a quiet squeak. “Yes, sir.”
Once in position, Scooby knelt between my legs, kissing the inside of my thigh before running his tongue between my folds. Latching onto my clit, he sucked gently, and then I heard the buzz of a vibrator. Goosebumps formed on my skin as he slid the vibrator inside of me.
I mewed as I arched into it.
“I’m gonna let you come, baby, but then I’m gonna bring you to heel.”
I fisted my hands in the comforter as he moved the vibrator inside of me and it took seconds for my body to lose control, my walls contracting around the vibrator as a climax overtook me.
All too soon, the device was removed, and Scooby ran his tongue through my wetness, licking me clean before kissing his way up my body. He drew a nipple into his mouth, nipping it gently, then attaching a clamp before doing the same to the other.
He kissed me. “On your knees.”
I nodded, rolling over, snagging my nipples against the mattress as I did. It felt amazing.
Scooby positioned himself behind me and slapped my mound. “Spread, Rowan.”
I spread.
The buzz of the vibrator sounded again, and he slipped it inside of me, but then moved it to the entrance of my very private spot. I tried to back into it, but Scooby smacked my butt hard in response.
I whimpered with need, but he was having none of it. He slid the vibrator in further, slowly, allowing my body to get used to it, and I threw my head back as my walls contracted around nothing.
Holy cow, I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Crew,” I panted out. “More, please. Oh, god.”
“Sit up,” he growled, pulling the vibrator out.
I sat up and he wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Grab the headboard.”
I did that while Scooby grabbed the lube from my nightstand drawer. He knelt between my legs again, wrapping his hand around his cock and applying a generous amount of the oil. “Okay, baby, sit back slightly. I’m gonna guide you, but only take what you can handle. Stop if it hurts.”
I nodded and lowered myself slowly while Scooby guided his dick to my entrance. He used his fingers to stretch me before sliding his tip into me and I settled lower and lower as I became more and more comfortable. We’d been working up to this for weeks, but I was still surprised it was as easy as it was.
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “You okay?”
“So, very, very good.” I dropped my head back onto his shoulder. “Are you good?”
“Jesus, yes.”
“Well, then will you please fuck my ass... sir?”
He flipped me so I was back on all fours, reaching between my legs to finger my clit, not moving his hips for several excruciating seconds as he worked my pussy with his fingers while his cock was buried deep in my ass.
My nipples ached from the clamps, and I could feel an orgasm building again as he finally started to move, gripping my hips as he rocked back and forth.
God, it was other-worldly.
He moved a little faster, then buried himself deep before slamming into me harder and harder, and I screamed his name as I came hard.
He pulled out of me with a grunt, and he held my hips as his cum covered my lower back. He slid his fingers through it, smearing it down into me, his fingers dipping into both my pussy and my ass. I rolled my neck as he built another orgasm in me, but the second his finger whispered against my clit, I was gone, falling onto the mattress as I exploded around his fingers.
Scooby stretched out behind me and pulled me against him with my back to his chest, gently removing the clamps as he kissed the nape of my neck. “Jesus, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
His hand slid between my legs and cupped my mound. “And I fuckin’ love this.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, well, it fucking loves you, too. In case you couldn’t tell. As does my bum.”
“Knock me over with a feather you’d be into anal, baby.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that either.” I craned my neck to kiss him. “I really, really love it.”
“I noticed.” He smiled. “Quick shower, then we’ll hit the swing.”
“Oh my god, yes, please, sir.”
“Your wish is always my command,” he said, and we made our way to the bathroom.
* * *
One month later...
“Baby girl, you look green,” Dusty said, as I stood at the sink and stared at the faucet.
“I’m okay,” I argued. “I just need a minute.”
“This is ridiculous. You shouldn’t be on your feet.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m fine. People have babies all the time.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t never seen anyone get as sick as you. This ain’t normal, Rowan. You need to go see a doctor.”
“I have an appointment next week.”
“Rowan?” Scooby called as he walked into the kitchen. “Lord’s back in your off... what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m good.”
“She’s not good,” Dusty ratted. “She’s sick as a dog. Lordy, nurse, heal thyself.”
“Okay, we’re gonna go see Needles,” Scooby said.
“No, I’m fine, honey,” I stressed, then my lie was revealed when I promptly turned and puked into the garbage can next to me.
“Right. Grab a bucket, we’re goin’,” Scooby said. “No arguments.”
“The diner,” I said.
“The diner will be fine without you,” Dusty said handing me a bowl. “We have help now.”
Scooby wrapped an arm around my waist. “Come on. We’ll get Lord on the way.”
Despite my further protests, Scooby guided me out to his truck, loading Lord into the back seat.
“I really am okay, honey,” I said.
“I’m gonna let Needles make that determination.”
“He’s not an OB, Crew.”
“Nope, you’re right, but he’ll know who to call.”
I sighed, dropping my head back and closing my eyes. “I have an appointment next week.”
“Yeah, but Dusty’s right. You should not be puking this much.”
“I’m in my first trimester, Scooby. This is all very normal.”
“I’d like a medical professional to tell me that.”
“I am a medical professional,” I bit out.
“One that doesn’t ignore their symptoms.”
“One that doesn’t ignore their symptoms,” I mimicked in a snotty voice, before bending over and puking in the bowl Dusty had sent with me.
Lord whined and Scooby reached behind us, giving him a pat. “She’s gonna be okay, boy.”
“I’m already okay,” I said to the plastic.
We pulled into the compound and Scooby helped me out of the truck, still insisting on wrapping an arm around my waist as we made our way down to the clinic.
“Oh my god, Crew, I can walk.”
Lord was on my other side and if he hadn’t been so freakin’ cute, I might have given him a little dress down for being so protective as well. Although, that’s kind of why he was my main boy.
Scooby banged on the door and Needles pulled it open with a grin. “Heard you can’t keep anything down.”
“Super pregnant. First trimester.” I nodded toward Scooby. “Someone seems to forget that.”
Needles chuckled. “Come on, hop up onto the table. Let’s have a look.”
I handed Scooby the bucket which he held as far away from his face as possible while he walked it over to the sink, and I sat up on the table.
“How about we do a quick ultrasound and see what we can see?” Needles suggested.
“Do you have any experience with babies?” I asked.
“Did my share of rounds in OB/GYN and I’ve delivered a few babies in my time. You’ve got an appointment with your doctor soon, right?”
I nodded. “Next week.”
“Well, this’ll give you and Scooby a little peace of mind until then.”
“That’s true,” I said. “Okay, thanks, Needles.”
Needles did a surprisingly thorough exam and did in fact put my mind at ease. Everything appeared to be perfectly fine. I was healthy, so was the baby. He was, however, concerned with how sick I was. “Who’s your OB?”
“Dr. Miller.”
“Amy Miller?”
“Yes.”
“She’s fantastic,” he mused.
“Yes, that’s what Wyatt said.”
“Would you mind if I give her a call?”
“Now?” I asked.
“Yeah. I really think you need to get on some nausea meds. You can’t keep going like this.”
I sat up slightly. “Are you saying you can get me on some anti-nausea meds now?”
“I can.”
“Oh my word, Needles, why didn’t you just start with that?” I waved my hand. “Call her, my good man.”
He chuckled, pulling out his cell phone and stepping out of the room.
I sat up and reached my hand out. “I need that bucket, honey.”
Scooby was thankfully quick because I once again emptied whatever was left in my stomach into the bowl.
Scooby grabbed a washcloth and wet it, setting it against my forehead. “You feeling a little better?”
I nodded, leaning into him. Needles walked back in, and Scooby took the bowl from me, washing it out again.
“Amy’s given me authority to write you a prescription.” He handed me a piece of paper. “You can take it in anytime.”
“We’ll drop it off on our way home.” Scooby took it from me. “And I’ll pick it up once you’re tucked in because you’re going to bed and you’re gonna fuckin’ stay there for a few days.”
“Scooby—”
“That’s actually a good idea,” Needles said.
I groaned. “What?”
“You really need to get your feet back under you, Rowan. You’ve lost some weight, which is not good, and you’re obviously overdoing things, so you need to rest for a little while. Let us take care of you for a bit.”
“Yeah,” Scooby agreed. “We’ll cover the diner and Monty’ll cook for you.”
“And I’ll check in and make sure you’re doing okay.”
“Don’t you think this is a little overkill?” I asked.
“No,” they said, in stereo.
I sighed. “Okay, fine.”
“Wow,” Scooby breathed. “Thought that’d be a harder sell.”
“The chance to be waited on for a few days?” I pointed out. “Sign me up.”
He grinned. “Good answer.”
We headed home, dropping the prescription off at the pharmacy on the way home. I took a quick shower and climbed into bed, napping while he went to pick everything up. He woke me when he got home, making me take a pill, but then left me to sleep.
By the time I woke up, I rolled over to find Scooby asleep beside me. Glancing at the clock beside my bed, I realized that even though I’d been asleep for almost ten hours, I was still exhausted. After a quick run to the bathroom, and taking another one of the anti-nausea pills I found on the counter, I crawled back into bed and snuggled up beside him.
“You okay?” he asked, wrapping his arm around me.
“Yes. I took another pill. I feel great.”
“Good, baby.” He gave me a squeeze.
I kissed his chest. “Go back to sleep.”
“You’re gonna have to marry me before the baby comes,” he said sleepily.
I smiled. “I am?”
“Yeah,” he said. “You want a big wedding or quickie at the courthouse?”
“Quickie.” I wrapped my arm around his waist. “But I want the dress.”
“And a party at the club after? Would that be too much?”
“No, honey, that would be fun.” I sighed. “I figured out what I want to do with the money.”
“You did?”
Sierra had put a nice little dossier together on Clarence’s crooked attorney Mr. Acker, managing to get him kicked off every state bar association in the United States. His file also made its way into the hands of the FBI, and they were currently investigating him for misappropriation of funds, wire fraud, and obstruction of justice. To say, he’d be going to federal prison for a long time was an understatement.
This meant, I was free to access the money Clarence had left me, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it.
“Yes. I want to pay off the diner.”
“Good plan.”
“But I want to give it to Monty. He deserves it. I want to buy Dusty a house, then I want to pay off your mom’s mortgage.”
“Baby, you don’t need to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but she had to borrow way more than she should have to pay for your sister’s treatment and I know she won’t take money from you, so if it just gets paid off secretly then she can’t say anything about it, right?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s true.”
Jill and I had grown incredibly close. I couldn’t imagine my life without her and having a mom around to help with the baby was something I could have never dreamed of.
“Good,” I said. “We need a house, obviously.”
“I’m buyin’ our house, Twinkles.”
“We’re buying our house, Frankie. It’s our money, so we’ll be doing all of this together.”
“Jesus,” he said. “Fine.”
“I definitely want to give some to Indigo and Bellamy for the Walker House.”
“Okay,” he said.
“And then, I’m not sure about the rest, I just know I want to help people.”
“We’ll put it in a trust and make sure it earns a shit ton of interest so we can do that.”
I smiled. “That sounds like the perfect plan.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
“I’m keeping you forever. You’ll never know what it’s like to lose anyone ever again.”
I smiled through happy tears. “Same.”
I sat up and straddled his hips.
“Whatya doin’?”
“Well, I’m awake now, and those pills are doing their job, so I’d appreciate it if my man could remind me exactly why I call him ‘sir.’”
Scooby flipped me onto my back and did just that.
When I met Scooby, he was a man consumed by guilt and driven by rage. But the man before me now radiated pure love and peace. He still burned with the same intensity, but his passions were redirected.
And those passions had been redirected to me and I was the luckiest woman alive.
