Chapter Thirty-Three
Jordy
Two months later…
G iggles.
So fucking cute.
“Are you listening?” Trey says on the other line.
“You’ll be here tonight. Around nine. Yep. Heard you loud and clear.”
The giggles commence, and I grin.
“What are you doing?” Trey asks. “Oh God. If you’re fucking Little Hornet, keep that shit to yourself. That’s practically incest, dude.”
“Fuck off,” I grumble.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Whoops.
“Shh, Trey,” I say loudly. “I can hear Sebban. I think I know where he’s hiding now.”
“Jesus,” Trey grumbles. “You’ve gone full-on dad and he isn’t even your kid. What are you going to do when Roux pushes one out?”
I freeze. “How the fuck did you know she’s pregnant?”
Trey howls with laughter before he finally catches his breath. “I do now, asshole. Oooh, this is exciting. Can I tell Roan? I want to watch him lose his shit. Seriously. You knocked her up already? Are you going to marry that girl or what?”
I already wrote to Jace last week to tell him I was gonna marry his daughter. He wrote me back and said if I hurt her, he’d find a way to hurt me like he did Rex. I didn’t expect any other response, and I figure I’ll get similar sentiments from his son when he finds out.
“I got her an engagement ring. I just need to give it to her. Been trying to think up a romantic ass way to do it. But I’m not a romantic ass. So I don’t know what to do. She deserves a romantic ass, though. Fuck.”
“Man, cut yourself some slack. This isn’t some prissy bitch. It’s Little Hornet. Give it to her tonight at Campfire Chaos. She won’t care how you do it, just that it’s coming from you.”
My racing heart calms. “For a fuckin’ player, you sure do have some relationship game.”
He snorts out a laugh. “I’m the only Hornet who has any game. Hence why I’m coming later than Cal. I had a certain sexy little professor to give a special goodbye to.”
“A professor? Really?”
“What can I say? I fucking hate her class. This was the only way to ensure I left with a B.”
“B for blowjob?”
“Fuck off, man. See you soon.”
“Bye, T.”
I shove my phone in my pocket and frown. Sebban is quiet. Quiet usually means trouble. I peek in the laundry basket where I last heard him. Sure enough, he’s snoring, finally passed out.
This babysitting shit is exhausting.
I leave the lid off and then walk over to my dresser. The clock on top says Roux will be here any minute. Quickly, I open the drawer, retrieve the ring box, and shove it into my shorts pocket.
Just in time too.
The front door to our apartment opens and Roux calls out. I stalk out of the bedroom, my finger to my lips.
“Bad boy just crashed. Laundry basket.”
Penny walks in behind her frowning. “Why does it smell like shit?”
“Sebban had a blowout. Don’t say shit, Unlucky.”
“Don’t call me that,” Penny grumbles. “And when are they gonna potty train that kid?”
“You got picked for babysitting duty. That makes you the unlucky one,” I grunt out. “And they’ve been trying. He’s not ready.”
Penny rolls her eyes and plops down on our sofa.
Roan’s on call at the station and Hollis is home with a headache. While Penny and Roux were shopping, I stepped in to babysit. Now that they’re done it’s time to tag in Aunt Penny.
“What did you buy?” I ask, nodding at Roux’s bag.
“A new outfit. For when I visit Dad.” She walks over to me, hugging me around my middle. “You smell good.”
“So do you.”
“Gross,” Penny says, pretending to gag. “Get a room.”
“We’re going to get a tent, actually,” I say, winking over at her. “Maybe one day, when you grow up, you can go to Campfire Chaos too.”
She flips me off. “I’m not much younger than your pregnant girlfriend. I don’t go because I choose not to. It’s a bunch of losers trying to hold onto their youth. I’d rather change Sebban’s shitty diapers.”
“Because they match your shitty attitude? And how did you—”
“I had to tell someone,” Roux blurts out. “Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad,” I say with a chuckle. “Trey knows too.”
“You told him?” she shrieks. “He’ll tell Roan!”
“He guessed and he’s not going to tell Roan. He does, however, want to be present when we tell Roan. Trey thinks I’m going to get my ass kicked.”
“You knocked Roux up and haven’t even put a ring on it. He’s totally going to whip your ass,” Penny chimes unhelpfully from the sofa. “Don’t you dummies have to go? Better leave before I change my mind.”
I give Roux a quick kiss before we grab our shit and go.
Sebban is all unlucky Penny’s for the night.
As much as I love the new apartment we started renting from Garrett above his physician’s office, Cal’s campground will always be home. It feels right sitting on the porch with my girl curled up in my arms while I shoot the shit with Cal. It’d be better if Roan didn’t have to be at work or Hollis didn’t have a headache. It’d be even more awesome if Trey would get his ass here already. But it’s still pretty damn perfect.
“Where are you going to apply now that you’ve got your degree?” Roux asks Cal.
Cal takes a long swig of his beer. “Not sure. I could help Dad run the campground since he’s getting older, but that sounds boring.”
“We’re hiring,” I suggest with a smirk.
“I’m too fucking smart to wash dishes,” Cal complains. “Fuck you, Jordy.”
I shrug. “Hey, asshole, I actually like my job. Now that Rex isn’t breathing down Bob’s neck, he’s taking time off and letting me run shit around there. And you don’t need brains to spray slop off a plate. You just need headphones.”
Garrett, at one time, planned to expand his practice and take over the restaurant space, but once I started renting from him, he has held off. I’m not sure what his plan is, but I’m glad I still have a job for the time being.
“Pass,” Cal says grumpily. “Maybe Trey and I will get a job with Garrett. That would be fucking hilarious. Doctors and shit.”
“You didn’t go to medical school, dumbass,” I volley back. “You actually need a brain, which you don’t have, to be a doctor.”
Cal flips me off. “You’re awfully smug for someone who refries beans.”
“You’re being a total dick tonight. Your fuck buddy taking too long?” I taunt.
“Fuck off,” Cal grumbles. “I’ve had a bad day.” He looks over at Roux, his face growing somber. “Ran into an old douchebag who likes to rough up girls.”
I stiffen. “Who?”
“You don’t know him. I wanted to beat his fucking skull in, but he left before I could do anything. Thanks to you dumbasses becoming besties with all the damn cops in Horn River, I had to keep my damn cool.”
Roux reaches over and takes Cal’s hand.
“Do I want to know?” I murmur, inhaling her hair.
“Nope,” she says primly.
“Maybe I should lick you until you tell me.”
“You could try,” she purrs, rubbing her ass on my dick.
All conversation is forgotten as I stand with my girl in my arms. Cal complains about us fucking like bunnies, but we ignore him. I carry Roux into the cabin and lock the door behind me before setting her down. She throws herself at me, attacking me in a claiming kiss. I fucking love when she gets needy for my dick.
“Slow down, Momma,” I tease, nipping at her neck. “I’m gonna lick your pussy to get you nice and juicy for me.”
“I can fucking hear you, assholes,” Cal barks out from the other side of the door.
Roux giggles as I practically tear her dress and underwear off. I drop to my knees, eager to bury my nose in her cunt. She groans when I do just that. Her scent does things to me. Intoxicates and maddens me. Fuck, I love the way she smells.
I haul her thigh over my shoulder, eager to lick her. She’s not showing yet, but after five positive pregnancy tests she took this week, there’s no denying she’s having my baby by Christmas. I’ve been unable to keep my hands off her stomach. Even now, I have to touch her soft belly.
“I’m going to be the best damn dad,” I vow to her and then lick her clit. “You know that, right?”
“Yesss,” she murmurs. “The best.”
I suck on her clit until she screeches, all but ripping my hair out of my head. I could feast on her sweet pussy all damn day. Sometimes, when we’re both at home with nothing to do, I do just that. Easily, I bring my girl to climax.
While I’m on my knees…
“Roux, baby?”
She trembles, caressing my hair as she looks down at me with hooded eyes. “Mmm?”
“You want to be mine forever?”
“I already am.”
I grin as I fish the box out of my pocket. She doesn’t even look surprised, which makes me relax. This—us—was always going to happen. The universe just had to get its shit straight first.
“Little Hornet, will you be my wife?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Of course.”
I slide the ring on her finger, happy that it fits. Then, I toss the box before standing. I’m ripping off my shirt as she unfastens my shorts. It’s a frantic dash to get naked and then I have her in my arms, pressed against the door.
“I love you,” I murmur as I thrust into her hard.
Never slow with my girl.
Always desperate. Needy. Never enough.
She holds on, grinning. “Love you too.”
“Jordy!” Cal bellows.
Ignoring him, I fuck my girl until we’re both moaning in ecstasy. It isn’t until Cal starts beating on the goddamn door that I realize he’s not giving us shit for having sex. Something’s wrong.
I scramble to throw on my clothes and slip out the door while Roux gets dressed.
“What the fuck?” I huff out, scowling at him.
His face is white as a ghost. “It’s Hollis’s sister, man. Fuck.”
Penny. Sebban. Oh God.
“What happened?” I growl.
“Hollis called me. Roan and the other responders are just arriving on the scene. It’s Charlotte’s car. She got in a really bad accident. That’s all I know, man.”
Charlotte.
Not Penny and Sebban.
Fuck.
Roux stumbles out of the cabin, grabbing onto my hand. “What? Charlotte’s hurt?”
She sways and I pull her to me to keep from letting her crash to the porch floor.
“I don’t know, Little Hornet. He said he’d call me back.”
A choked sob escapes her. “Jordy…”
“Shh, Roux. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Dread settles in my gut. Something tells me nothing is okay.
Rather than voicing that feeling, I hold my sobbing girl to my chest and pray like fuck her ex-best friend is okay because if we lose Charlotte, it’s going to rock everyone’s world.