CHAPTER 13
FRENZY
My woman has been quiet all day. She insisted that she was going to stay at the bakery and train her new hire, Amber. Even though she’s been distracted, she’s worked hard to keep things together. I know she didn’t want to inconvenience Amber by pushing it back a day. With Valentine’s Day right around the corner the business is busy, which is why I let it go.
I’m so damn proud of her, but I can tell she’s almost at the end of her rope.
I can’t watch it anymore.
When I walk up to my woman, she looks at me with pleading eyes. Yeah, she’s done.
As I look at Amber, it’s clear she’s concerned about my woman as well. “You know what you need to do with everything?”
Amber gives Scarlett a small smile and then nods. “I can get the rest of the things baked off. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can see you’re about to unravel.”
She’s not fucking wrong. This morning was emotional, and I know Scarlett hated having to let DCFS take the boys. Even if it comes back that they aren’t her brothers by blood, they are now brothers in her heart.
Fuck, she astounds me.
Lucifer is all over making sure the DNA testing is processed quickly and fast tracking the DCFS investigation. He also made it very clear that Scarlett will be petitioning for custody of the boys, no matter what. The social worker sagged with relief at that, I’m sure she didn’t want to see more kids put into the system.
“Are you sure?” Scarlett’s voice is so small, and I can’t stand it.
Amber reaches out and gives my woman’s arm a squeeze. “I’ve got it,” she says with confidence before winking at Scarlett, “and Valerie is here to make sure I do.”
Scarlett melts into me and nods. That’s all I need. I help her into her office to grab her stuff and then guide her out of the bakery. Valerie got the rundown on everything that happened this morning and is clearly relieved that I’m taking Scarlett home when we walk out into the front and towards the front door since that’s where Scarlett is still parked.
Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere, I had a Prospect come by and pick up my bike hours ago. I won’t let my woman drive when she’s barely hanging on.
The drive to the clubhouse is quiet and I let Scarlett escape into her head. I’m sure it’s swirling with questions, fears, and worries.
I’m not going to be the one to tell her she’s wrong to feel the way she does. This whole thing went in a completely different direction than anyone expected.
But, hopefully, it’s all for the best.
She had no idea she had brothers out there, and now they’re going to be in her life. The club will use whatever resources and spend whatever money is necessary to make it happen. It’s amazing what money can do in cases like these.
My woman doesn’t notice when we drive right past the clubhouse. It’s only when we park in front of my house that she seems to perk up.
Her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks over at me and then back at the house. “Where are we?”
“Our place,” I tell her simply and she blinks at me in surprise a few times.
I don’t give her a chance to say anything as I get out of her car and make my way around to her side. As I lead her up to the front door, I watch her face, hoping she likes what she sees.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes out while taking in all the details on my Victorian style home.
“I want you to move in here with me,” I tell her as I unlock the door and let her step inside in front of me.
She whirls around, more curly tendrils falling from the messy bun on top of her head. I chuckle as I reach up and pull the band from her hair, loving the way her curls fall around her face and shoulders.
“You know,” she pauses while biting her lip with nerves before she squares her shoulders, her voice becoming more determined, “if things have changed for you now, I’ll understand.”
I close the distance between us and cup my woman’s face. Her skin is always so fucking soft, and I almost get lost in how much I love to touch her, but this is important.
“Nothing has changed,” I tell her fiercely, “other than the fact that we now have two boys to help heal and raise. They’ll have all the love that they should have had from the beginning. We’ll give them the family they deserve.”
Her breath hitches, her voice wobbly, “Are you sure?”
“Scarlett,” my voice drops an octave, “you’re it for me. I love you. I love your heart and how fucking big it is. This morning, I watched you fall in love with those boys and it’s clear that it doesn’t matter if they’re your blood brothers or not. You’re going to protect them like a mama bear and I’m so fucking excited to be at your side while you do. I will love them right along with you and show them what it means to have a home that is safe and secure. We’ll give them that. Together.”
She throws herself at me while she breaks down in sobs and I’m more than happy to hold her against my chest while she feels everything.
“I know it doesn’t make sense,” she gets out slowly, “but I know in my heart that they are my brothers. I just know it.”
I nod and press a kiss to the top of my woman’s head. “I know,” I agree with her, “I have no doubt the DNA test will prove it which will make getting them under our care much easier.”
She pulls back from me so quickly that I almost lose my grip on her. Her eyes are earnest and filled with love. “Thank you,” she breathes as I use my thumbs to wipe away her tears. “You and this club, thank you.”
I know what she’s saying because I can feel the sincerity flowing from her. “We’re your family,” I remind her.
As she nods slowly, I watch the turmoil and the sadness ebb away to be replaced with something hotter, more demanding, and much needier. She glances around the living room and then starts to move me backwards toward the sofa.
I tease her, “Don’t you want to see the rest of the house? There are six bedrooms. I’ll need help decorating because I haven’t touched any of them except for the primary.”
With a little shove I fall back on the couch. “Later,” she rasps and my cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans.
She gets to her knees in front of me and I almost come in my fucking pants. She looks damn good on her knees in front of me and the way she’s licking her lips as she stares at the obvious bulge that I’m sporting is sexy as fuck.
Her hands run up and down my thighs, teasing me with her touch and not giving me what I want and need. The little fucking minx.
Her brown eyes take me in, and one side of her mouth turns up in a seductive little smile. “Dean,” she whispers and reaches for my belt buckle, undoing it and then my jeans until she’s able to pull out my cock. I stand at attention for her and pre-cum beads at the tip. “You said you love me,” her eyes flit up to mine and hold my gaze.
I swallow hard and nod slowly. I hadn’t meant to say it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.
“I fell in love with you the moment you walked out of the kitchen on that first day, Sugar,” my voice is husky, and I moan softly as she wraps her delicate fingers around my length. Her eyes become hooded, and I have to clench my fists at my side to stop myself from reaching for her. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
Scarlett giggles softly before leaning forward and running her tongue along the underside of my cock from the base to the tip. When she flicks the tip of her tongue across the crown and collects the pre-cum, my hips thrust upward. I desperately want her to swallow my dick and I’m not above begging for it.
“I love you too.”
Those magical words are what she says right before she parts her lips and takes me into her mouth. I’m not sure which I enjoy more—hearing that she loves me or the feel of her. I guess I don’t have to choose.
My fingers dive into her hair and tug, moving her up and down my shaft. She relaxes her body, letting me take over. It’s the only way I’ll maintain a shred of control in this situation.
I’m already on edge. Having her warm, wet mouth on me is almost too much to take. The way her lips stretch around me is fucking obscene and the so fucking sexy.
“Oh, fuck,” I grit out, “your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Her dark eyes meet mine, filled with love and desire. She doesn’t look away as she takes a little bit more of me every time I pull her down my cock. She gags, but then she, somehow, relaxes even more.
When I slip past into her throat, my eyes roll back into my head for a moment. Then she swallows and I shout her name.
I pull her off me and she gasps for breath, but then she lunges back at my dick and does it again. Who the fuck am I to deny her?
Her fingernails lightly scrape across my balls, and I practically fucking levitate off the couch. I stand up without warning, needing to be able to fuck her face properly. The eagerness in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.
“Is this what you want? You want me to fuck your pretty face?” I growl the words, my fingers tightening in her hair and holding her steady.
She moans around me, and I see fucking stars. With a tug on my jeans and boxers, she pulls them down to my knees and gives herself room to cup my balls.
As she rolls them in her hand, I can’t look away from the goddess on her knees in front of me.
“So fucking good. Look at how well you take my cock, Sugar,” I praise her.
A mewling sound comes from the back of her throat and sends vibrations of pleasure throughout my entire body. The sounds of her slurping my dick and the saliva running down and over her chin has me thrusting faster.
“Close,” I gasp as she swallows around me again, taking me deep into her throat.
She tugs on my balls and then I’m fucking gone. I come hard, my length lodged in her throat, and she swallows every jet of my cum.
When I pull out of her slowly, she cleans me and then pants as I fall back to the couch, my eyes wide and filled with awe as I look at her. The smile on her face is filled with triumph and pride.
“Fuck,” I groan and reach for her, “you’re so fucking beautiful.” Scarlett giggles and snuggles into my chest. “Give me a moment and then I’m making you scream my name.”
She pats my chest, her voice a little hoarse because of how I used her throat, not that she’s complaining. “That was all for you, Dean.” She sighs and presses a kiss to my neck, “I love you.”
“I love you, Sugar.” Nothing in my life has felt better than this moment. Fucking nothing.
Once I feel like I can stand again, I help her up and then stand, pulling my boxers and jeans up but not bothering to button them. She wiggles her eyebrows, and we laugh together.
I hold my hand out to her, “Come on, let me show you the place. We’ll need to make this house into a home, one deserving of our family.”
Her eyes turn glassy with unshed tears as she slides her hand into mine and we spend the rest of the day making plans and then the rest of the night making love in our bed. I won’t be letting go of her ever and I know, with time, the boys will find their footing and thrive.