Intrigued By Danger (The Danger Family #3)

8. Elle

8

ELLE

Monday Morning…

My alarm went off, waking me from my dream of getting bounced against every wall in my room. I turned my alarm off and laid there reminiscing on my whole weekend. I was so happy that I wasn’t even mad at myself for not wrapping my hair up. I never thought in a million years that my weekend would end with Declan Danger and I participating in some of the nastiest oral sex. My jaws were hurting, and I still wished he’d gone harder, but I understood it was his first time doing something like that. That man had a gorgeous, long, veiny, and thick dick, and it made me wonder why Winter was tripping, especially when he was so eager to learn and do something different.

When my second alarm went off, I turned it off and sat up in bed to check my appointment book. I dropped my phone when I saw my first appointment was with Winter, because my original appointment was cancelled. I knew I needed to text her back yesterday, but I was preoccupied by her damn man at my home with his hand wrapped around my neck. I was too damn caught up and didn’t realize how awkward it would be to still do her hair. Obviously, I could do my job, but I thought it was still weird; Declan and I were too busy yesterday to talk about it.

Swiping out, I check my messages to see voice messages from Grey and Quinci. I’d sent Declan a text last night telling him how much I enjoyed the night, reiterating that he wasn’t weird for liking what he liked. I knew he had a lot of reservations because he was a great guy and had never been in a situation like that. It was my intention to give him an out by telling him we didn’t have to do it again. But damn, I expected a text back, at least. I wondered if he and Winter got into it about him coming in late; if not for coming in late, coming home smelling like pussy. I even offered to wash his clothes so he could avoid that issue.

Getting out of bed, I walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I opened Grey’s message and pressed play.

“Hoe. I don’t know what’s going on with you these last seventy-two hours, but this is the second damn time you have not hit me back in the same damn weekend when you said you would. You know I’m all pregnant and emotional. Is there someone else? Are you dumping me? What’s tea?”

I burst out laughing. Grey and her pregnancy hormones were something else. After I finished using the toilet, I washed my hands, and replayed her message before I hit the record button.

“Greysen, please, girl. It just slipped my mind. I’m up getting ready for work. You know I can never break up with you. Stop whining.”

I pressed send and opened Quinci’s message.

“Hey, Elleyy. Good morning. Two things. No, three, I think. So, it looks like we are going to have to have Greysen another surprise shower after D2 is born. She gets on my nerves. Let me know your thoughts. Second, I am going to put a free wash and natural style in one of the gifts for the raffle during the back-to-school festival, remind me to pay you unless you want to donateeeee… Okay, third, hold on, I need my scalp scratched and hair deep conditioned, whenever you get some free time. No rush. Okay, bye.”

That girl never failed to make me laugh. I pressed the record button.

“Yeah, we can throw her a surprise baby shower, or not necessarily a baby shower. Maybe a fun dinner or something, so we can get her fried after she’s pumped some milk. You know D2 been taking her ass through it. What else you said? Oh yeah, I’ll donate the style and make sure it is clarified that it’s a wash and natural style. You know how people do, and I don’t want no shit. I’ll look at my calendar and let you know in a minute. I got to get to the shop. I’m already behind.”

After sending the voice message, I turned on some music and put my phone down. I looked in the mirror and my eyes nearly bucked out of my head when I saw the purple mark Declan left on my neck. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a hickey, but it made me smile. Right above my hickey were small imprints from where he’d pressed his fingers in my neck. I smiled thinking of the look on his face while he was doing it.

Just when I’d closed my eyes to reminisce about last night, my third alarm went off, letting me know I was pushing it. I shook thoughts of Declan away before I was late.

When I pulled up to my salon, there were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. My stylists took their VIP clients on Mondays so I could have the shop to myself on Sundays, if needed. I was thankful Winter wasn’t here yet, so I could get rid of the slight nerves that were sitting in the bottom of my stomach.

I walked into the salon.

“Hey y’all,” I spoke to everybody.

“Boss Lady, I like how you rearranged the place,” one of the barbers said.

“Thank you. I should have been done it. How long you here for?”

“Just two heads and I’m out.”

As I walked back to my suite, the door chimed, and Winter walked in with her head in her phone. Looking past her out the door, I noticed her car speeding away. It had to have been Declan dropping her off.

“Hey, girl. You can follow me back.”

I studied her expression as she walked toward me, trying to gauge if I needed to plant my feet. I wasn’t going to let the fake smile on her face fool me because I’d ran up on plenty people with a smile on my face. The short walk to my suite was anxiety inducing because my back was to her. When I opened the door, she walked over and hopped in the seat while I sat my bag down and pulled my phone out to remind myself what style she wanted.

I grabbed a cape and snapped it around her neck. The moment wasn’t only awkward because her boyfriend fucked my mouth less than twelve hours ago, but also because this was her first time coming alone. Most times, Mrs. Vivian or her son would be with her… or Greysen would be here with me. We’d never been alone for long periods of time, well at least not enough to have a long conversation. Things would be different if she was a new client, but she wasn’t.

“You want to watch T.V?”

“Nah. I’m good.”

I looked at her through the mirror. “You haven’t used the products I gave you? My precious curated by God-like products…”

She laughed. “Okay, see what happened was…”

“Yeah, what happened was…” I chuckled.

“I just haven’t felt like washing my hair. You know how it is. Are you going to be able to do my hair with your hand all wrapped up? What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Girl, I burnt it trying to get my hair bone straight, but it’s all good. I’m still surgical with the Marcels.”

“Damn. I know that must’ve hurt.”

“Yeah. A little. Let’s go to the bowl.”

While I washed her hair, I tried not to think of her boyfriend still not responding to my text, despite him reading it earlier. I guess I should’ve been thankful for the silence, so I wouldn’t have more distractions. When I brought her back to the chair, one of the barbers came to my door.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“It’s a dude out there. You gotta sign for a package. I told him I could sign for you, but he said he had strict orders or something.”

“Give me a minute, Winter,” I said.

My very first thought was that Benny had showed his ass back up to my place of business since I hadn’t talked to him in a few days. I hadn’t put him on the block list just in case he decided to let me know he got my truck fixed. When I walked out on the floor, there was a man standing at the door holding a large box of flowers.

I approached him and pulled my gloves off. “Elle Thomas.”

“Yeah. Can you sign here?”

I scribbled my name on his electronic pad. “Who are these from?”

“I don’t know. I just deliver.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

He handed me the bouquet of flowers and I walked over to the counter to see who they’d come from. Lil Bit was written on the card and my lips automatically spread across my face. I opened the envelope and pulled out the small card.

Ella.

The only response I have to yesterday is to treat you like the bad mf bitch you are.

-Daddy.

There was a manila envelope inside the box. I put the card back, then pulled the envelope out, opening it to five bundles of ten racks packed up nicely. My mouth was wide open as I closed the envelope. How was I supposed to continue work with a straight face, knowing I’d just gotten fifty grand from Declan. Yeah, I now knew for sure I was a participant in his sick game. I grabbed the box of flowers and walked back to my suite, ignoring the smirk on my barber’s face.

“I’m sorry about that,” I apologized to Winter.

I set the flowers on my couch, walked back over my station, and picked up the hairdryer.

“Oh my God. I am so glad you did that,” Winter said.

I looked at her in the mirror. “Did what?”

“Put the flowers down and didn’t read the card. I told my stupid ass nigga that not everybody reads the card when they first get flowers. He tried to tell me I was the only person in the world who did.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I get it.”

I didn’t want to tell her I’d already read the card because that might have made her ask more questions that I didn’t feel like making up lies about. I spun her in the chair and turned the hair dryer on before she could say something else. While I was blow drying her hair, messages rolled in on my Apple watch.

Dec: Last night was perfect, Lil Bit.

Dec: I can handle whatever you throw at me. I’m a big boy.

Dec: That’s for everything. Plus more. I know you’re busy. We’ll talk later.

I bit the inside the cheek to stop myself from laughing at him.

An hour later, I’d put the finishing touches on Winter’s pixie curl style. When I turned her around and took her cape off, she stood up and marveled at her hair.

“You really a beast with those Marcels.”

“Thank you, girl.”

“I’m your only person for today?”

“Yup. I’m getting ready to leave right behind you.”

After I gathered my things, she was still in the mirror.

“Okay, I’m coming,” she said.

When she walked out, I locked my suite and went out on the floor, saying my goodbyes to my barber and his clients.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Winter said, and I nodded, continuing out the door.

When I walked outside, I stopped short, seeing Benny leaning against my truck and one parking spot over was Winter’s car with Declan behind the steering wheel. My heart literally hit my feet, leaving me feeling trapped. I’d never been in this type of position before… between two men I was not with but cared about. Glancing inside the car, I locked eyes with Declan before turning slowly to Benny, who’d folded his arms across his chest.

“What’s up, Elle?”

I ignored him staring at me and looked at my truck. My custom wrap was laid perfectly, and he’d gotten me some brand new, bigger tires. My eyes danced all over the place, trying not to look at him, but he’d put his finger under my chin, forcing me to lift my head toward him. In his shades, I saw Declan gripping the steering wheel super tight. I tried to move out of his grip, but he caught my chin and turned my head to the side, looking at the bruise Declan left behind.

“What is this, Elle?” He released my chin, touching the roses. “Are these an apology gift for that?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to ignore the pipes on Winter’s car starting to rev up.

“No,” I mumbled.

He shoved his hands in pockets.

“Elle, you do know we have a better relationship than whatever you think we have, and if you needed my help, I’d help you. You know that right?”

I nodded.

I was so happy when Winter walked out of the salon.

“Okay, girl. Thank you again,” she said, opening the passenger side door to her car.

I took that as a chance to steal a look at Declan, who threw his head back, speaking to me. Winter slammed the door shut before I could speak back. I watched him back out and peel away before focusing on Benny.

He pulled his shades off and clipped them inside his jacket.

“I owe you an apology, Elle. I showed up here unannounced the other day and scared you. I’m really, really sorry about that. That was never my intention. I just felt like I needed you to listen to me. I’ve already apologized on behalf of my wife, but if you need or want a personal apology from her, she’ll speak to you. You asked for time, and I want to give it to you, but I need you, Elle. I really do.”

A part of me believed him. In all the years we’d been connected, this was the only issue we’d had.

“And Leah?”

“We had a very lengthy conversation, and—”

I shifted, and he looked at my hand. “Are you sure you don’t need me to talk to someone? What are these bruises and bandages and shit? I’m not even joking anymore.”

He folded his arms across his chest, waiting for an answer.

“My hand was an accident and this on my neck was consensual.”

“Oh. Consensual,” he mumbled and nodded. “Would you like for me to follow you to your dad’s house so you can drop his truck off.”

“Uh…” I paused.

“Just—is this about that?” He waved his hand out to my neck.

“I don’t follow.”

“Is Mr. Consensual okay with what you do? Are you really good?”

I nodded before looking at his car and then back at him.

“She’s in there. I told you I talked to her.”

“And what did you say?”

“You know what she wanted to know. The main thing: if I was down low.”

That made me chuckle.

“That’s what I like to see. Between me and you, I think she’s more interested than she let on, but that’s neither here nor there. So…” He held my keys up. “What you want me to do?”

I thought about it for a moment, looking back at his car again. He pulled his keys from his pocket, pointing his fob at it, making the window come down. Leah dropped her phone and looked out the window, giving me a short wave. I waved back before looking at him.

“And you’re not forcing her?”

“No. You can ask her if you want. I promise, Elle. I will not lie to you ever again. Ever.”

I stared at him for a moment, trying to read his expression. I could tell the sincerity in his eyes, but I was going to make him suffer a little bit more.

“Okay, Benny. You can follow me to my house. If my dad sees that car, he might come out shooting first.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said with a smile on his face.

Benny popped the locks on my truck and hopped inside while I got in my dad’s truck. I waited until Leah scooted over into the driver’s seat and before starting my dad’s truck and pulled out of the parking lot.

As I headed to my house, a part of me wanted to text Declan as if I owed him an explanation. I pulled my phone out of my bag to send him text, but then thought against it. I didn’t ask him for the gifts, he gave them to me on his own. I’d respond to his text messages once I got in the house to check the temperature.

When I got close to my house, I pushed my garage opener, so Benny could park in the garage. After he walked out of the garage, I closed it, and gathered my things and got out. I met Benny at the top of my driveway and got my keys from him.

“Thank you, Benny. My truck looks good.”

“No problem, Elle. I hope to hear from you soon.”

I watched him get in his car before walking to my door and letting myself inside. Walking in the kitchen, I glanced out at my patio, and did a double take when I saw Declan sitting on his oversized go-cart in my backyard. I set my things on the dining table and walked outside onto the patio. His button-down shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons, showing the top of his washboard abs and his shorts were riding up his thighs.

“I would tell you how handsome you look and thank you for the gift if you weren’t at my home unauthorized. You do know that you are an intruder right now, right?”

“Yeah, all that, but who was that?”

I scoffed, playfully. “You’re not even serious, Declan.”

“I’m deadass.” He stepped out of the cart and walked up on me. “And why was he staring at my mark?”

I didn’t respond.

“Ella, do you not hear me talking to you?”

I backed away from him and he took another step toward me. I stared at the visible part of his washboard abs before finding his red tinted eyes. The twitch in his jaw and eye had me swallowing the ball of nerves, sending it straight to my clit. The brat in me was ready to see how far he would allow himself to go, and how would he react when he found out Benny was my sub.

I licked my lips. “Daddy, I can explain.”

“I know you can, and you should.”

He pointed behind me and I walked backwards into the house with him directly on my toes. Testing him, I turned to run, but he caught me by my waist before I could even get far.

“You trying to piss me off, aren’t you?” He asked with a devious smile on his face.

He picked me up and dropped me on the counter and stood in between my knees.

“Who was he?”

I bit the corner of my lip, instead of responding.

He leaned forward and kissed my bruise. “I guess I have to make this bigger.”

“God!” I cried out, when Declan sunk his teeth in my skin.

The deeper he went, the more my back arched. The pain radiated from my neck down to a pool in the bottom of my stomach. My pulse rose, and my breaths had become ragged. I sighed when Declan pulled away and started kissing the area he’d just bruised.

“Oh my…” I sighed.

He kissed around to the other side of my neck before sinking his teeth into my skin.

“Daddy!”

Before I could get into the pain, he pulled away, and looked at me, waiting for an answer.

“He is m-my sub,” I stuttered.

One of his eyebrows went up, before his lips spread across his face.

“Oh, I see.”

He snatched me into his pelvis. The shorts he had on wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. His dick was already hard as fuck.

“And what did your sub have to say, seeing you marked up like that?”

I licked my lips preparing to answer when he snatched my pants over my ass. The cold surface did very little to cool the heat flowing through my body. He watched me with fire in his eyes as he lifted my legs and continued pulling my pants and panties off and dropped them on the floor. He rested both of my ankles on his left shoulder, keeping them in place with his forearm, while he fumbled with his shorts. When he dropped his shorts and briefs, my mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful ass dick. The bead of precum pooled in his hole had me thinking about him roping his warm cum on my face last night.

He circled my hole with the head of his dick before slipping the tip in me and wrapping his free arm around my legs. There wasn’t going to be anywhere to run because he had me wrapped so tight. My heart thumped hard with anticipation while he stayed at my opening, torturing me. I clenched my muscles trying to entice him to push in more, but he held his control perfectly. When I tried to use my muscles to push him out, he smirked at me, and slid deeper in me quickly, forcing me to gasp.

“Ella, he was touching my bruise,” he said lowly, sliding deeper into me. “I don’t fucking like that.”

We both sighed when pushed all the way inside of me. My girl opened right up for him, and he knew it too, because an extra gush of wetness came out of nowhere. We gazed each other as pumped in and out me.

“Shit. Ella. Does your sub stretch you like this?”

“No,” I breathed.

He started speeding up.

“Hard, fast, and deep like this?”

“Oh my God.” I whimpered.

He closed his eyes and started rubbing his cheek against my ankle. “Tell me, baby.”

I was already on the verge of nutting, and listening to his words, I heard, possibly, another one of his kinks, and that shit turned me on. I moved my leg to his other shoulder and grabbed his shirt, bringing him down to my face. My knees were back as far as they could go, giving him a deeper penetration.

“My sub doesn’t fuck me, Declan. I fuck him. Now, the question is, can you fuck better than me?”

Declan’s eyes turned to slits and he started pounded my pussy. His short breaths turned into grunts, telling me he wasn’t about to last much longer.

“I can fuck harder than this, Declan.”

I could have sworn that I felt his dick swell some more.

“Yess, Daddy, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Ella,” he grunted.

“This is how I fuck. Fuck them into submission. Fuck them until… oh hell yeah, I feel that. Give it to me, Daddy.”

“Ella, baby,” he moaned, and closed his eyes.

“Give it… to me.”

He put his head in my shoulder. “Fuckkk, Ella.”

He slammed into me one last time and his cum started warming my walls, just as my girl started squirting all over him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Declan breathed.

He caught his breath before he looked at me, shaking his head. I looked down at the mess we created. Our cum was mixed perfectly against the base of his dick. Even though he was going flaccid in me, it still felt good. When he kissed my forehead, I looked at him.

“Hi, Declan.” I smiled.

He mirrored my smile. “Hi, Ella.”

I felt his nut slipping out of me, so I clenched my muscles.

“Okay, now. I can feel that.”

“I know you can. Can I kiss you, Declan?”

“Yes, you can, but I must warn you Ella, I really love to kiss. I will suck your lips off your face and your tongue out of your mouth.”

“I would love that. Can we taste each other?”

“Yes.”

I reached between us and rubbed around my pussy and then the base of his dick, collecting our cum in between my fingers. I rubbed my fingers all over his lips before pushing them in his mouth. He sucked my fingers, weaving his tongue through them. My eyes were fixated on his lips as he sucked my fingers deeper into his mouth, snaking his tongue out, rubbing it across my palm. My pussy clenched on its own.

“I feel that, Ella,” came out muffled.

I snatched my fingers from his mouth and pulled him down to my lips. He slipped his tongue between my teeth and sucked my tongue in his mouth. As we took turn sucking and licking on each other’s tongue, I could feel him hardening inside of me. I arched back, giving him permission to move. His cum was enough lube for him to push deep in me. The moan he released in my mouth was music to my ears.

Declan pulled away from me and dropped to his knees and sucked my whole pussy in his mouth.

“Oh my Godd,” I moaned.

When I looked down at him, he was staring up at me as he lapped at my swollen clit. Our juices coating his tongue was the sexiest sight ever.

“Ooh, Dec. That feels so fucking good. Jesus, Christ.”

The longer I watched him, the faster the blood flowed to my clit. The long licks from my hole to up clit had me on the verge of exploding, and he knew it too.

“Daddy,” I whispered and grabbed the back of his head. “Oh my God!” I shrieked.

The orgasm forced my cheeks to clench, and my legs to stretch right off the counter, forcing Declan to sit back and wrap his arms around my thighs to keep me from falling over. The gargling sounds told me he was taking everything that was shooting out of me. When he was satisfied with how much of me he’d drank, he slid me down his body, onto his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath. He wrapped his arms around the small of back.

“You okay, Ella?”

“No. That was so fucking unexpected. I do not squirt like that all the time. I promise. Oh my God. It’s really embarrassing.”

He chuckled. “I got it all. Don’t worry.”

“Nah, like, yesterday was because it had been a while. I don’t know what the fuck that was about a few minutes ago.”

He laughed and laid his head back against the cabinet. When I finally gained all my senses, I climbed off him, and picked up my clothes. I was getting ready to walk out of the kitchen when he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“Ella? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

When I walked out of the kitchen, I heard him getting up to come after me. I’d come to my senses, realizing how big of a line me and Declan crossed, and I needed to get away from him for a few moments to gather my thoughts. I walked in my bathroom and sat on the toilet, pushing the rest of Declan’s cum out of me.

Declan appeared in the doorway. “Ella, did I do something wrong?”

“Declan, we crossed a huge line. I crossed a huge line.” I shook my head.

“What’s the line? My relationship is open.”

I snapped my head toward him. “Yes, your relationship in open, but I am sure if you went home and told Winter that you fucked me, it would be smoke in the city. And then I let you fuck me, when I do not let my subs fuck me.”

His smirked. “Oh, I’m your sub, now?”

I rolled my eyes. “And then—”

“That’s a lot of ‘and then’s.”

“Shut up. And then, how are we supposed to navigate this when it’s over or…”

“When this is over? Why are you talking about this being over when we are just getting started?”

“Declan, this is serious.”

“And I am being serious. The text message you sent me last night said if we wanted to explore this, then we could. That’s what I want to do and that’s the only thing I’m thinking about right now.”

I had no rebuttal because that was true. I did text Declan that, to give him an out, but I thought his no-response was an out. I was not expecting flowers along with fifty thousand dollars.

“Oh,” I mumbled, looking away from him.

“Yeah, oh.” He walked over to me and lifted my chin. “And try not to walk away from me when I’m trying to speak with you. It makes me anxious. Is that clear?”

I nodded.

The thinly veiled threat and subtle strokes on my chin had my girl purring.

“Can I wipe now?”

“Sure,” he said and walked over to my linen closet and pulled out two towels, and some extra soap.

I tore off some toilet paper and wiped myself.

“And I don’t like how you just pulled up over here unannounced, uninvited, and all in my shit like you live here.”

I stood and flushed the toilet and moved to the sink to wash my hands.

“Ahh, you just mad I had your ass on hush a few seconds ago.”

He handed me a towel and moved to the other sink. I couldn’t argue with him, so I turned the water on, so it could warm up. I wished I could ignore him staring at me, but my lips spread across my face on their own.

“Exactly… like.”

“You gon’ stop mocking me, Declan…” I paused because the word was getting ready to slide off my tongue, making him laugh.

“For real, I really pulled up to make sure you were straight.”

He pushed his shorts and briefs down, letting his dick and balls hang out. My eyes met his in the mirror and he was smirking at me.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “What you mean?”

“What you mean, what I mean? I pull up and see a nigga leaning against your truck, that you told me was a long story, and then seeing you look at him like you ain’t want him to touch you. I just wanted to make sure you were straight. I ain’t want to say anything right then because I have to assess situations first. And look, I would have felt stupid as fuck walking up on you and your sub.”

“Orrr your girlfriend was literally less than ten feet away, and it would look suspect.”

“Orrr I would just be looking out for a family friend.”

I grinned. “You know, Declan, you got a response for every damn thing. You and that smart ass mouth. You probably can’t even fight. City boy.”

He laughed. “I bet you won’t try running up on me for a fourth time. Country girl.”

I burst out laughing. “Please. I’m not even about to play with you.”

“What you mean, you the only one that’s been bold enough to run up on me, so I have to get my practice in when I can,” he said, laughing. “By the way, let me do that, when I finish.”

“You trying to spoil me bad, Declan,” I said, set my towel down, and turned the water off.

“Because you deserve it.”

My eyes dropped to him stroking his dick with the towel. His dick was so fucking pretty. A perfect eight inches. A girthy and veiny eight inches that grew harder with each stroke.

I was preparing to put my hand between my legs when he shook his head.

“No. Just watch me, Ella. Matter of fact, let me see my girls.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, dropping it on the floor. My nipples hardened the instant the cold air touched them.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Your nipples get hard as fuck.”

My pussy twitched.

“So…” I cleared my throat. “What made you come up with fifty grand?”

“You want more?”

A chill went down my spine.

“That… that was more than enough.”

“Good. I just wanted to show you that I appreciated you, Ella. I told you that I wanted to do things the right way.”

“And um…” I paused when pre-cum started to ooze out the tip of his head. “What is the right way?”

He dropped his towel and moved behind me. The evidence of me being turned on was sticking to my legs. He pulled my left leg up on the sink, wasting no time positioning himself at my opening and sliding deep inside of me.

“Declan! God!”

Wanting some leverage, I put both my hands on the mirror.

“You don’t need those. Give them to me.”

He folded my arms behind my back and wrapped one of his arms around the bottom of my stomach, locking us together. When I dropped my head back against his shoulder, he grabbed my neck with his free hand, and started giving me short and deep thrusts.

“Dec…” I tried to speak, but he tightened his grip on my neck.

“Sshh.” I whispered against my ear. “You taking this dick, fuck, Ella.”

The way he stared at me in the mirror had my lid ready to blow.

“The right way, my precious Ella, is you blessing me with this pussy, and you taking whatever you want from me. Whatever you fucking want.”

I couldn’t even choke out a sound. My brain was drifting into a new realm.

“50 grand not enough for you? 100. 200. This shit feels priceless, Ella.”

I arched my back as much as I could, taking every deep thrust.

“My subs don’t fuck me, she said. What this one doing? Tell me, Ella. What this one doing?”

He loosened his grip just enough for me to answer.

“Fuck…ing me,” I moaned.

“Tell me again.”

“Fuck…God.”

My body stiffened just as hard as I released on his dick.

“Damn, girl. You know how to clamp this lil’ shit the fuck down when you cum. Fuck.”

He slowed his thrust to a slight rock, still digging deep inside of me.

“I’m about to cum in you, Ella, and I want you to keep it in you and let it drip out slowly. Do you understand? Say yes, sir.”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

“Fuck,” he grunted.

His grip on me tightened as he nutted inside of me.

“It’s not even fair how good you feel, Ella, damn. Are you on something?”

“Doesn’t that take the thrill away from your breeding kink?”

His lips spread across his face slowly.

“You know… touché.”

We stayed connected until his watch vibrated against my stomach. I saw that it was Diesel before he released me and answered the watch. My arms felt like Jello, trying to shake the blood back into them.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, bro,” he answered, trying to sound like his dick wasn’t occupying my hole.

“Grey in labor.”

I gasped and clamped my hands over my mouth.

“Shit,” Declan murmured.

“You there, bro?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, bet,” he said and ended the call.

“Oh my God,” I shrieked.

Declan pulled out of me and helped me get stabilized, before moving to the other sink, getting himself together. I turned the water on and dropped the towel in the sink. When my watch vibrated, I knew it was Greysen calling.

“Hey, girl,” I answered, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“This big head boy is on his wayyyy!” she screamed.

“Okay! Just breathe. I am on the way.”

“Hurry uppp!” She said and ended the call.

“Hey, look at me. Relax,” Declan said. “I’m going to get going because I have to go home first. See you later.”

He pressed his lips against mine, and pulled away before I could deepen the kiss.

“Later.”

He winked at me and walked out the bathroom.

As soon as he left, I started freshening up as quick as I could. Hearing that Greysen was in labor got me excited, and on top of the orgasm that Declan gave me, my body was felt like it had been shot up with adrenaline.

In ten minutes, I’d freshened up and was out the door to my truck. It was nearing lunch, so there was little to no traffic on my way to the hospital. After parking, I cut the truck off and took a deep breath before getting out and rushing inside. I skipped the waiting room and headed to the nursing station.

“Hey. Can you tell me what room Greysen Danger is in?” I asked the receptionist.

“Elle?”

I looked up to see a nurse standing outside the locked double doors pacing.

“Yes.”

“Okay, thank God. She was not going to push without you here,” she stressed.

“Oh my God. That damn girl.”

The nurse scanned her badge and opened the doors. She pulled some protective gear off a cart while we rushed through the halls. Outside the room, the nurse helped me into the protective gear before I followed her into the room. Diesel was in the middle of coaching her to breathe when she looked up at me and gave me a half smile.

“Elleee. You made it.”

I went to the other side of the bed and grabbed her hand.

“Girl, you know I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

I looked at Diesel. “Hey, Diesel.”

“What’s up, Elle?”

Thank God he had on his protective gear, so I wouldn’t be looking at his twin’s face while trying to focus on my best friend.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I have to take a… oh my God. Oh my Goddd!”

She squeezed my hand through the whole contraction.

“How far along are they?”

“Girl, it seems like every other minute, but Dr. York said a few minutes ago that I wasn’t fully dilated yet.”

“This big ol’ boy is going to take you through it. I might as well set up Nephew a room at my house right now.”

She grinned so hard. “Do not make me laugh, Elle. But don’t get forget your niece either.”

“Hey, now. Let me chime in. Don’t be trying to ship my kids off.”

I looked at Diesel. “And I’ll chime back in. My niece and nephew are always going to be able to get a reprieve from their big bad dad at their TT house.”

“Oh, really? You think your word means more than mine, in my own house?”

I looked at Greysen, who was trying to stop herself from laughing, and then back at Diesel.

I nodded. “Well, yes.”

“Let me correct—” Diesel started, before Greysen squeezed both of our hands as she had another contraction.

“Oh, my Lord,” Greysen mumbled, and rolled her neck around, while deep breathing.

“Good, baby. It’s halfway over,” Diesel said, and kissed her hand.

“Baby, can you get me a few ice cubes and another cool towel, please.”

“Yes.”

She looked at me. “Are you okay?” She panted. “You look different.”

“How can you tell? You can only see my eyes.”

“Heffa,” she hissed, squeezed my hand tight, and laid back against the pillow. Diesel came back over and dropped a few ice cubes in her mouth and draped the cool towel around her neck before he grabbed her hand again.

Dr. York walked in the room and pulled some gloves from the wall.

“Grey, how are you doing?”

She sighed. “Like I’m ready to push.”

“Well, let’s see,” Dr. York said, and sat on her stool.

“Grey, it looks like we are about to have a baby.”

Hours Later…

Greysen was sitting up in bed being fed by Diesel while I rocked D2 in the rocking chair. Diesel the second was one ounce away from being ten pounds and he was the cutest chunk of a baby. Greysen’s delivery was flawless like her last one. When Dr. York put him on her chest, we all cried more than the baby. After they got him cleaned up, Greysen wanted to get comfortable as she could before inviting visitors back.

“Declan’s about to come in, Baby,” I heard Diesel say, and my body slightly stiffened.

Being caught up in the excitement of my best friend having a baby, my mind hadn’t drifted to Declan until I’d felt the last little bit of his cum gushing out of me.

There were a couple of taps on the door before Declan walked in holding a teddy bear with a bunch of blue balloons. He brought in his fresh, woodsy scent that made the hairs on my body stand up. While he congratulated his brother and Greysen, I kept my eyes on D2, even when he walked by me to wash his hands. He looked completely different from when he showed up to my house earlier. He’d changed into a pair of Nike pants and a white t-shirt.

“Now, let me see this offensive lineman,” Declan said approaching me with his hands out.

As he took the baby out of my hands, his eyes did a quick swoop of my body.

“‘Sup, Elle.”

I cleared my throat. “Hey. Declan.”

The heat in my cheeks were getting ready to flare up until Diesel came over and dropped a burp cloth over Declan’s shoulder.

“Damn, he looks just like me,” Declan said, looking at his nephew.

“He better look like you,” Diesel joked.

I looked at them. “Y’all too old to be twins. Ew.”

They looked at me, smirking.

“You been talking shit since you walked up in here.”

“Not when you started with me first, talking about my niece and nephew can’t have a room at my house.”

“She really does got a mouth on her, don’t she?” Declan mumbled.

I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from blushing, especially when Diesel’s eyes darted between us quickly. I could not believe he would say something like that, even though we were the only ones who knew about the double meaning. I knew there wasn’t a chance Declan told Diesel about us, but he always had ways of finding out information, and I’d learned that from Greysen.

“Hell yeah, and then—”

“Nun-uh, don’t y’all be doing all that over my baby,” Greysen joked.

Diesel was getting ready to say something else when the knocks on the door stopped him from talking.

“Coming in, coming in.”

Mrs. Vivian came in with Duncan, followed by Winter, Donovan, and Dymon. Within the commotion of everybody coming in, Declan walked away with Diesel and the baby.

“Where is Deija?” Diesel asked.

“Quinci went to change her,” Mrs. Vivian responded.

While everybody was crowding around Declan holding the baby, I got up and pulled my chair closer to Greysen’s bed and watched her family coo over the baby. Looking at how everyone was crowded around him with smiles on their faces, had me wondering why Declan would think his brothers didn’t like him. I wished I could talk to Grey about it without setting off any alarms in her brain. As bad as I wanted to share this with Grey, I couldn’t risk her letting it slip to Diesel’s ass, and then I’d be another person in his life he couldn’t trust.

“How are you feeling Grey?

“I am feeling good, happy, and tired. I feel like I could sleep for a whole day.”

“I bet. Almost ten damn pounds. My screams would have been bouncing off the wall and breaking windows. I could never…”

“Yes, you could, girl. Then we could have mommy play dates and trips. I can’t wait.”

“Well, I can. You talked to your dad?”

I immediately switched the subject because I didn’t want to talk about getting pregnant, especially when the person who’d just nutted in me had a girlfriend and a child.

“Yeah. He had an emergency at work that only he could fix. He’ll be back as soon as he can.”

“Oh, good.”

I was looking around the room, trying not to fixate on Winter holding D2 while Declan and Donovan stared at her with love and admiration in their eyes. His look felt a punch in the gut, but also a jolt back to reality. Declan was a man in a relationship, regardless of what she put him through, and I needed to act accordingly. The way he looked at her, I couldn’t tell that their relationship was in turmoil or that Declan was hurting. Maybe the open relationship really was helping their relationship.

“Now, that I can see your whole face, you ready to talk about this new look?” Greysen asked.

I looked at her smiling. “What new look? I don’t think I have a new look.”

She squinted. “I know my best friend.”

“Yeah, I know you do, but I really don’t have a new look. Like, I’m glad you think I’m glowing, but I haven’t had anything new in my life.”

Thankfully, Quinci and Deija coming in the room saved me from an uncomfortable conversation. I’d purposely worn a shirt that covered the marks Declan left on my neck, so we wouldn’t have to talk about it. When Quinci came and congratulated her, my eyes went back to Declan, and we locked eyes for only half a second, but it seemed like forever. I wondered what was going through his mind. Just from our interaction today, I knew this had a chance to become complicated and I couldn’t do complicated. For the last few years, whenever complicated arrived, I nipped it in the bud, and that’s what I had to do with Declan. Regardless of what he said earlier, this could ruin his life and family, and I couldn’t do it to him, or Greysen.