Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
WILLOW
After getting the triplets down for bed, I decide to put my plan into play. Standing from the bed, I move for the bathroom and look over my shoulder. “I’m gonna take a shower. Would you like to join me?” I ask somewhat nervously, but I don’t miss the wicked grin Malice gives me.
“Yeah, Dewdrop, I’ll join you,” he states, drawing out each word.
Without a word, I step into the bathroom and start taking my clothes off. I don’t look at myself in the mirror because I don’t want to see my body.
I turn to face the shower, open the glass door to the large, enclosed space, and step in. I turn the water on, making sure to avoid the cold water until it warms up. The door opens a moment later and I turn to find Malice stepping inside and pulling the door closed behind him.
My breath catches at the sight of him. I’m sure he’d balk at being called beautiful, but the man is more than just a little beautiful he could be a walking, talking Adonis.
I can’t stop staring at him as he moves toward me, reaches over us, and adjusts the water head.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, his lips turned up in a grin.
“Yes,” I squeak, causing his grin to form a full-blown smile which in return causes me to blush in embarrassment.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen already, Dewdrop,” he says smoothly.
He might be speaking the truth, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing or that he looked so massive. Shoot, I don’t even know how his cock even fit inside me with the size of his girth.
Suckin’ in a breath of courage, I step forward enough until I’m able to glide my fingers over his chest. I savor the touch of his muscles.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the center of his chest and over to one nipple, then the other earning a groan out of him.
His body tightens under my touch and I know I’m getting to him.
“Baby,” he groans.
I don’t speak as I continue my movements and move even further until I’m on my knees with his cock jutting right in front of my face. I lift my gaze up to meet his as I wrap a hand around his shaft and swipe at the head, licking up the drop of pre-cum that beads his cock.
Malice’s moans encourage me to keep going and I take him completely into my mouth and start a slow suction.
He doesn’t stop me or urge me to do anything different.
At first, I thought I might have done something wrong, but his groans spur me on.
I use my free hand to reach up and cup his balls in my hand.
I massage them and press at the spot right behind them.
Cum shoots out of Malice’s cock as he growls my name on his release.
I take everything he gives me greedily, loving every moment of it as it’s me that’s giving him this pleasure and no one else.
“Fuck, Willow,” he rasps huskily as I release his cock with a popping sound. “Where the hell did you learn that shit?”
Smiling, I pull away and look up at him from where I’m kneeling in front of him. “I wanted to do something special for you,” I whisper quickly.
“Dewdrop, you givin’ me those three kids is special, you givin’ me superb head is phenomenal.” He grins, reaching out to help me off the floor. “Besides, you’re still recovering from a C-section. Thank you, baby, but I’d have waited.” My chest tightens at his gentle words.
Malice lifts the bottle of shampoo, pours some into his hand, lathers it into my hair, and takes his time washing it out.
He repeats these movements with my conditioner.
When he goes to wash my body, Malice is tentative in washing me, making me want more with each touch.
I pout as he only allows himself to graze along my entrance.
“The day the doctor gives you the thumbs up, Willow, you’re all mine.
I’m gonna fuck you, love you, and take you every way I can think of.
We’ll see if Lissa and Quinn will look after the triplets for a day and I’m gonna have my wicked way with you.
” Oh God, how I want that to happen right now.
But I’m still healing, and he won’t go there.
Not yet, at least, but soon. Soon he’ll take me, and I’ll be ready.
The sound of a phone vibrating wakes me, and I glance at the clock on the nightstand, noticing the time.
Ugh.
Who would be calling at four in the morning?
“Yeah?” Malice grumbles into the phone, his body going from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds, “You sure?” he growls and gently moves my arm from around him and stands up from the bed. “Fuck. Alright, give me ten minutes and I’ll be there.”
Hanging up, Malice lets out a frustrated breath, shakes his head, and looks down at me on the bed.
“I gotta see to some club business, Dewdrop. I’ll be back in a while.
You need something, text me. I know Quinn stayed here last night rather than going home.
According to Gunner, she’d wanted to stay here to help you in case you need it.
She understood you not wanting to trust many people with the triplets. ”
I give him a smile at his obvious apprehension. He doesn’t want to leave me alone to have to deal with the three babies by myself. I know I can handle it on my own but to take care of them on my own is still scary as hell.
Throwing the blanket off of me, I stand up from the bed, the t-shirt Malice gave me to sleep in falls to my knees, and I move to stand within his arms.
“I love you, you know that?” I murmur, pressing a kiss against his chest.
Malice’s arm circles around my waist and pulls me tighter in his embrace. “Yeah, Dewdrop, I know you do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have taken me back as easily as you did after I left you alone for months on end without even talkin’ to you.”
“How about we not bring that up?” I mutter, not wanting to think of the time we spent apart.
“We’re gonna have to talk about it, baby, and we will be soon. But right now, I gotta go attend to club business,” he grumbles, leaning forward to press his forehead against my own.
“Okay, be safe and come back to me. You have a promise to keep, and you can’t do that if you get hurt,” I say, teasing him.
Chuckling, Malice lifts his head and lets go of me.
I sit on the bed watching him as he gets dressed in a pair of faded denim jeans from last night with the belt still attached to them, boots, then gets up to throw an old Harley t-shirt on.
He puts his shoulder holster on before finally putting on his cut.
With it in place, he grabs his guns from the safe he’d placed them in and clips his hunting knife to his belt.
Once he’s ready, Malice turns his attention to our two boys and, as he calls Gemini, our princess. He gives each of them a touch to their cheeks before coming to me.
Malice bends at the waist, pressing his fist into the mattress. “Love you. Get some rest, Dewdrop,” he murmurs. His lips touch mine in a longing kiss that ends all too soon.
I lie back on the bed, resting my head against his pillow, my eyes on him as I follow him with my gaze. The moment the door to our room closes behind Malice, I open my mind to the silence and pray that everything will be okay.