Chapter 55
Deejay
After sleeping like shit, but sleeping nonetheless, Matt forces me to resume my normal activities. Ok, he doesn’t force me, but after we wake up and he catches me up on what happened at the Hub, he walks with me past the nursery with only a peek inside at my sleeping babies. Then he takes me to the kitchen to get my morning cup of coffee, where we find Robbie sitting at the breakfast nook, sipping from a mug with a little girl next to him. The coffee is already brewed, so Matt pours us both cups as I go to Robbie, sitting across from him and the girl.
“You’re back.”
I’ve been worried about him, but frozen and unable to leave the twins to go check on him. I’m glad he’s ok, but worried about him. The Judiciary Council tried and convicted Chanda and I’m sure that he feels raw from that on top of all the other shit he went through.
He nods, putting an arm around the little girl, who looks so much like my sister, I know without having to ask that this must be Robbie’s sister. “This is Lily. Her parents were killed by Erroll. I want to keep her with me here.”
“Of course,”
I agree without hesitation. “Hello, Lily. I am your Uncle Deejay. I’m very sorry about your parents.”
And then I’m really sorry as guilt eats at me. I cursed Melody. I cursed her so that she would never be able to harm another child and it’s distinctly possible that cursing her caused her death. In fact, if she was guilty of causing a death, I’m one hundred percent certain that she died because of my curse.
Which conversely makes me feel less guilty.
I’m not sad she’s dead, I’ve already learned the hard way that she wasn’t anything close to a good person, but I’m sorry I took away this little girl’s parents.
Lily stares at me for a blink before answering. “You don’t have to pretend you care about them.”
“I don’t care about them, but I care about Robbie and I care about you, and I regret that you have to live without the people who’ve loved you your whole life.”
She blinks as her eyes tear up. “That makes sense. Robbie said you might want to adopt me.”
“I do. I’ve adopted all of the sons my sisters have abandoned that I could find. There’s no reason I can’t also adopt their daughters.”
“Ok,”
she says, then turns and buries herself into Robbie’s hug.
I frown at him as Matt sits next to me, putting my coffee on the table.
“I was with the twins for most of the time they were gone. I had to leave them with Tio because Erroll had Lily, but I took care of them,”
Robbie informs us quietly.
“Thank you,”
Matt rumbles for both of us. “Erroll is dead now.”
“I saw,”
Robbie nods. “I’m not really up for talking about this right now and I haven’t slept much, so I am going to bed.”
“Ok. I’m glad your home, we can discuss everything and the logistics of adding Lily to the household when you’re up for it,”
I say as he picks Lily up and then stands.
“Thank you,”
he says then pads his way out of the kitchen.
Poor kid.
“I hate that he’s been out through hell like he has. Chanda wooed him and then betrayed us. That’s got to hurt,”
I whisper. “I’m glad he’s back, but this has got to be hard on him.”
“He’s got a lot going on, but he’s surprisingly resilient. And you and I both know that when it comes to our kids, we can survive anything. Robbie’s going to put his best effort in because Lily is here.”
I give him a small smile. “You’re right. She’ll be ok and he will make sure of it.”
For a few moments, Matt and I sit in silence, sipping our coffees, then his hand slides to my thigh, connecting us physically. “Our family is expanding again,”
he notes softly. “Is it awful that I’m excited about that?”
He turns to me and grins, the kind of spark in his eyes I’m used to seeing in the mirror. “She’s adorable, isn’t she?”
I stare at him, heart melting as pure joy sweeps over me. He’s just like me, seeing the silver lining when the storms of life want to shake our foundations. We’re parents, committed to raising our kids, and it doesn’t matter where those kids come from. He’s already expanded our family to include the little girl Robbie brought home, and I fucking love that around every turn of fate his priorities line up with mine.
I grab the back of his neck and kiss him, tangling tongues, tasting his bitter coffee and the unique rocky taste that is pure Matt. My heart starts racing as the desire to jump him pushes me to the edge of control. I break away, breathless and panting. “I fucking love you, Matt. You are utterly perfect for me.”
He scrunches his eyes up, smiling as he bows his head. “Fuck. You make me want to take you back to bed,”
he mutters, cooling his ardor, but stoking the fires of mine.
“You idiots,”
Colt snorts.
I look around Matt to see him standing at the entrance to the kitchen with Kendall, the two of them carrying the twins.
“We got the twins, you two get out of the kitchen with your PDA,”
he orders us. “Seriously, do not come back until you’ve worked this shit out and taken a fucking shower.”
I don’t know at what point my teenager started cussing like an adult, but he’s giving us time we need together and his backward acceptance of our relationship. I open my mouth to say I’m not sure what, but Matt stands up, pulling me with him, interrupting the incomplete thought I hadn’t quite formed yet.
“Thank you,”
he rumbles at the boys as he passes them with me in tow.
“Thanks,”
I repeat on my pass.
At the end of the hall, I hear Colt say, “—a vision—”
then his voice drops below the volume I can hear.
Fuck, I hope he didn’t have a vision of me and Matt in bed. I don’t think I could handle that, and I know he shouldn’t have to deal with that awkwardness. I pause, hesitating about going back to ask what he saw, dropping Matt’s hand. He takes two steps, realizes I’m not with him, and stomps back to me, bending down and tossing me over his shoulder before racing upstairs again.
I laugh at his enthusiasm, excited because I love when he uses his incredible strength on me. He takes the stairs two at a time then walks quickly down the corridor, his long strides bouncing me in the best way as he gets us to our room.
“Oh right,”
I say followed by an oof as he tosses me sideways on his side of the bed. “Move into this room,”
I direct him as he relieves me of my pants.
He pauses as he drops my pants to the floor, frozen and reaching for me. “Yeah?”
“Yes. I want you in bed with me every night.”
He unfreezes, pushing his pants down. “I’ll do it today,”
he says as he gets on his knees on the carpet, pulling me to the edge.
I don’t have the opportunity to comment before he swallows my burgeoning cock whole. “Fuck!”
I cry, surprised, nearly coming off the bed. He hums around my sensitive cock making me hard and aching so fast I reel from the shock of arousal pumping through my veins. He takes me all the way down his throat, swallowing around me then drawing back, in and out, over and over until my balls draw up. “Stop! I’m gonna cum!”
I warn him.
A string of saliva tethers us as he pulls off and looks at me, smiling. “I was trying to make you cum,”
he informs me as he massages my balls to bring me back from the edge.
“I want to cum with you inside me,”
I return softly.
“We still don’t have condoms,”
he reminds me. “I know we’ve done it raw once, but that was me, not you. My cum has caused problems in the past. Irritation and a burning sensation. It may have been the person I was with, but it might be me.”
I narrow my eyes, indecision making me sit up and look into the nightstand in case we missed one. My eyes land on a velvet box as Matt pulls me back. “No—”
“What’s that?”
I ask, snatching it up before he can stop me. I hold it up to his face. “What is this?”
Matt’s huge hand closes over mine, holding the box. “That’s our future,”
he replies softly, pulling the box out of my hand and opening it, showing me a set of matching blue-gray rings with tiny diamonds set in the band in a single line all the way around. “I planned to ask you later, but I know you’re the one for me. I was just going to wait for you to realize that I’m the one for you.”
“Oh fuck you, I already know that,”
I laugh, scooting back and turning over so I can reach into my nightstand. I pull a velvet box out and return to him, showing him two white-gold bands with the same style of diamond inset. “I was going to wait the appropriate amount of time but got excited and ordered them after our date.”
Matt stares at the gold bands and then at the black ones. “Hmmm,”
he hums softly. “My answer is yes now, and it will be yes when you stop dragging your feet and ask me.”
I laugh, snatching my box back. “No way, I like yours better.”
“Well, mine are sturdier,”
he chuckles. “Every day wear and formal wear?”
he offers, pointing between our boxes.
“What are yours?”
I ask, taking them out of his hand to examine them.
He pulls one out and shows it to me. “Tantalum. It’s sturdy and resistant to damage of any kind. I figured if I’m going to be dealing with possibly acidic spit and blood in the Cage, I needed something that’ll survive. It’s a non-reactive metal.”
“Everyday wear and formal wear,”
I confirm then.
Matt takes my hand and slides the ring onto it, kissing the back of my hand. “I love you. Marry me at some point.”
“I will,”
I promise, melting under his touch. I take the other ring out of the box and put it on his finger.
He pulls my face to his and kisses me slowly, full of passion, revving me up with each slow stroke of his tongue along mine.
He threads our fingers together as he pulls me flush to his body, holding me close.
I pull back, so he kisses along my jaw and down my neck, nipping the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“Fuck me, Matt. I don’t care. If there’s a problem, we have salve,”
I beg him, reasoning that we need the connection more than we need a condom.
“Are you sure?”
he asks between licks and kisses along my clavicle.
“Yesss,”
I hiss when he bites my neck on his way to the other side.
He grunts his acknowledgment, groping for the lube as he pushes me onto my back.
He returns to my lips, loving me and owning me.
I hear the click of the lube cap then he rises, pouring lube onto his fingers.
I automatically lift my legs as his fingers find my hole, spreading the lube and pressing in.
The burn of his invasion makes me ache so good until my muscles relax and then it just feels good. So good I want more. “Fuck me,”
I whisper as he drags his fingers over my prostate. Ungh…feels good.
He slips his fingers out, lubes up his cock, and pushes in, stealing my breath away. “Fuck yesss,”
I whimper, pulling his hips closer.
The bumps on his cock stimulate me so much I have a mini orgasm as he pushes home. Home, the place where he belongs. The ring on my hand glints at me as I grab his shoulders and pull him down to me, kissing him, needy and wanton, and so very much in love. “I love you,”
I repeat as he begins a slow rhythm and drags another mini orgasm out of me.
“I love you,”
he rumbles into my mouth, barely pulling back enough to get the words out before diving back in for more.
He makes love to me; kissing, holding, caressing me.
Every few pumps I experience another mini orgasm, each one building on the next until the edge becomes an unbearable place. “Harder,”
I beg, rocking my hips to get more friction, more penetration, more stimulation.
He complies, getting up on his knees and grabbing my hips, lifting my body off the bed as he starts pounding into me hard and fast.
I grab the blankets, then him, then my own legs, finding something to hold onto as he overwhelms my body and mind, sending me flying over the edge into the oblivion of pleasure.
I cry out as I cum, making a mess all over me.
I’m barely coming down when he pulls out and pumps his hard length, shooting his black sperm onto my stomach, mixing with mine.
He groans and rumbles as he cums, then hangs his head in relief, shuddering at the aftershocks.
After a moment, he stands up and heads into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth he uses to clean up the cum all over me and the lube between my cheeks.
He tosses the towel in the hamper and crawls onto the bed, pulling me into the cradle of his body, holding me close. “You ok?”
he asks gently.
“I am,”
I hum as sleepiness takes over.
“I’m going to remain the Headsman for a while, but I’m going to renegotiate the contract to prioritize you and our family.”
I think about that for a few long moments then nod. “Ok. If that’s what you want, I will back you.”
“I think I need to do it for a while. I think there’s been too many people put in the Cage like me, but with no hope of winning their contests. I am going to put an end to that shit.”
“I think that is a worthy cause,”
I decide, feeling so proud of my fiancé.
He squeezes me tightly, kissing me behind the ear. “Thank you for taking us in, Deej. You’ve given us a future I could never have dreamt up in a thousand-thousand years, and I am so grateful for that.”
“You’ve given me the same,”
I admit, hugging him back.
I was looking down the barrel of three hundred plus years of walking this path alone, and then he stalked into my life, already a family-oriented man, already experienced and willing to take on the rest of us along with the little man he claimed for himself.
How could I have done anything else but fall in love? Our future may be a bit difficult, we aren’t completely whole again yet, too raw from the machinations of a Prince, a Telepath, and a Diviner, but we’re going to deal with it together, walking the long road hand in hand, and that gives me all the confidence and comfort I need to put one foot in front of the other and keep on keeping on.