38. Dempsey
38
Dempsey
I tried to be social all evening. I drank the beer I was offered. I ate the dinner that Miller made, but my focus was on Owen. I took care of him because Katy told me to, and if I can’t be with her tonight, I’m going to be with him. I’ll take care of our little boy. I will always take care of him and her.
I retreated to bed early, almost wishing I had chosen to sleep on the couch because the bed smells like her and makes me long to be with her even more.
She’s hopefully having a fun evening with Blake, Meghan, and Nicole.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for hours, listening to Owen’s quiet snores across the room. It’s after midnight when my phone vibrates, and I’m instantly on my feet when I see Patrick’s number.
I exit the room, quietly closing the door behind me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nightmare. She wants you.”
I hang up and grab my shoes at the front door. Axel sees me from his place on the living room couch, shooting me a concerned glance at my hurried pace.
“Patrick called. Going to Katy. You got Owen?”
“Of course.”
I nod my thanks and rush out the door. Axel is usually up late on his nights off since his body is used to being awake for work. I’m thankful that I didn’t have to add waking someone up to the tasks I had to do before getting to my girl.
I force myself not to run across the yard, but barely. Patrick isn’t standing outside, but it makes sense since he called me from inside. When I walk in, Patrick and Meghan are standing near the hallway talking, and he nods toward Katy’s bedroom. I walk up to the door and quickly look around the room before I lock eyes with her. She looks so small and I quickly grab her in my arms and settle us on the bed. She buries herself into me, and quietly sobs.
I pull her closer and feel her fingers roam under my shirt and skim my bullet scar.
“Pepper, I’m here.” Her tears come harder.
“I saw—” Her words cut off with a sob.
“I know. I wish you hadn’t. I’m sorry you did. I’m so fucking sorry.”
She tries to bury herself farther into me. It feels like she wants to burrow into my skin.
“I was there. I saw it happen, but somehow that video was…was.”
“Worse?”
“So fucking worse.”
“Pepper, let’s get you back to sleep. Can I get up to take my clothes off and get comfortable?”
“What if I don’t want to sleep?” Katy tips her head up, and her lips graze my jaw. The connection sparks a fire in me, but I know she needs comfort. I can smell the alcohol on her, and as much as my body wants to do all of the dirty things that her heart desires, tonight isn’t the night. Katy’s friend is also here, and I think her nightmare might have scared Meghan.
“As much as I’d love to take you up on your offer, you’ll feel better in the morning if you get some sleep.”
Her bottom lip pops out, and I want to give in. I want to give her the world, but not tonight.
“Pepper, you know I never tell you no, and I feel bad enough. Please be a good girl and listen to me. You need to sleep.”
“Or you could be my good boy and let me suck your dick for coming to my rescue.”
“Katy,” I sigh out her name. She’s testing my patience and resolve. Her hand that was trailing over my scar now grazes the top of my jeans. I allow her to unbutton them. I need to take them off to sleep, so it’s okay.
“You came running when I needed you. My Viking to the rescue.” She nips at my jaw as my zipper lowers.
A huff of air escapes me as her hand brushes over my thickening cock.
“Will you let me thank you? Please?” Now she’s begging. I have no defenses against her. “Pleeease.” She squeezes me, and I’m gone.
“Yes. Yes, Miss Katy.”
“Mmm, good boy.” My arms relax as she slides down my body. I should protest, but I’m putty in her hands. I’m a weak man for her. I adjust my hips so she can pull down my pants, and she takes my underwear with them. I’m naked and at her mercy from the waist down, and she smiles up at me.
“You’re breathtaking, Katy.” I rub my thumb along her cheek as she takes me into her mouth. I do my best to contain my moans, knowing we aren’t alone. She takes me further, licking and sucking my shaft. I run my hands through her hair and enjoy the feel of her head bobbing.
Katy hums in pleasure, and it sends a shock wave straight to my balls. I want to touch her, but she needs this for herself. I know this is more than her wanting to thank me for coming to her rescue. She knows I’ll always be here. This is Katy taking her power back from her dream and reminding herself that I’m here and whole despite what she saw on that video.
“Katy, your mouth is incredible. God, fucking shit.” She does my favorite swirl thing with her tongue, which I can’t even describe, and I involuntarily fist my hand in her hair. She moans her approval.
“Do you want the pain, Pepper?” I tighten my fist, and she moans again. “Okay. I’ve got you, but don’t get too loud, or you’ll wake your guest again.” I tighten my grip further and lift my hips to meet her bobbing head. She squeezes my thigh in appreciation.
“Fuck, Katy. So much. So. Fucking. Much.” My hips thrust, but she’s still very much in control of everything happening. Her hand tightens on the base of my cock as she pulls me closer to the edge.
“I’m close, Pepper.”
Katy increases her efforts and reaches her other arm between us to roll my balls in her hand, and I’m a goner. I come hard. Katy eagerly takes it all in, and when I’m done, I have to pull her off me as she continues to suck on my deflating cock.
“You got it all. You’re killing me.”
She smiles as she crawls up my chest.
“Thank you, Viking. I needed that.”
“I know, Pepper. Any time.” I pull her in for a kiss, tasting myself on her lips. “Are you ready to sleep now, or would you like me to reciprocate?”
She nuzzles into my chest, inhaling deeply.
“Sleep.”
I chuckle as she tries to fall asleep. “Can I put my underwear back on?”
Katy reaches between us and wraps a gentle hand around my cock. “No. I like it easily accessible.”
I kiss her forehead as I shift us lower onto the bed. “Anything for you, Pepper.”
? ? ? ? ?
The smell of coffee wakes me up, and for a split second, I’m on alert. I’m not used to anyone being in the house other than Katy and me. I wonder if it’s Patrick or Meghan that’s up?
Carefully, I untangle myself from Katy and pick up my clothes, getting dressed in the bathroom while I do my morning routine. She’s still asleep when I’m done, and I leave the room, hoping she’ll sleep for a while.
Patrick stands at the counter drinking a cup of coffee, but I hear the shower in the guest bathroom, so Meghan must be up as well.
“Morning.”
He tips his cup at me in greeting and reaches behind him to take down a mug for me.
“Did you have a good night?” I never heard the door open last night, so I assume he stayed in the house. The couch doesn’t look like anyone slept on it, and I know there’s only a small pull-out couch in Owen’s room now that it’s a nursery.
“Sure.”
“Thank you for calling me last night. I know Katy asked for me, but I appreciate all you do, Patrick.”
The shower turns off, and our eyes drift down the hall. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens, and Owen’s door closes. Patrick opens the refrigerator and pulls out eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns. I watch him with a curious eye as he makes a full breakfast in Katy’s kitchen like it’s the most natural everyday task. I wonder if this is how I looked when Katy first moved into the pool house, and I essentially moved in.
“I smell coffee. Need coffee.” Katy’s scratchy morning voice drifts through the room as I hear her dragging footsteps heading our way. Patrick takes down another mug and pours coffee into it. He slides me the mug and retrieves Katy’s flavored creamer from the refrigerator. I’m impressed with his observation skills.
Katy walks into the room with her bathrobe haphazardly over her shoulders at the same time Meghan exits from down the hallway. Katy and Meghan’s eyes meet, and Katy playfully scowls at her.
“Bitch, you’ve had time to shower? How are you functioning?”
As Katy comes closer, I extend the mug in her direction, and it becomes her sole focus. She sits beside me at the kitchen counter, and Meghan joins her.
“Don’t worry, I feel like ass. I sat on the floor for half of the shower.”
I watch in fascination as Patrick pours another cup of coffee, tops it off with creamer, and hands it to Meghan. She thanks him as her cheeks tint pink, and he gives her a small smile.
The man just fucking smiled. What the hell? He turns back around, and plates four delicious breakfasts, and the girls moan their appreciation.
“Viktor, can we still go to the play gym today for Owen’s lesson and to see my mom?”
Patrick arches his brow. I hadn’t mentioned it to him yet since yesterday’s events at the preschool. There had been so much going on it slipped my mind.
“Did you already ask your mother to meet us there?”
“I did, and she’s more than excited.”
I’m not too thrilled about going out in public so soon, but like Miller said, she’ll hate us if we try to keep her in a cage.
“It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I need like fifty more hours of sleep. I have no idea why I’m even up this early.” Katy laughs at Meghan as her head slumps into her hands. I watch Patrick keenly as his expression turns to one of concern. He reaches above the stove and grabs a bottle of pain medicine. Grabbing two glasses, he puts water in both, sets a glass down in front of each girl, and pours out two pills for each of them.
Meghan’s cheeks darken. She picks up the glass and pills and offers him a quiet thank you in appreciation.
Very interesting. I’m not one for gossip, but I’d say my curiosity is piqued.
Tucker: Montgomery has some information for us.
Demspey: Be over in a few.
Tucker: Take your time. Owen is eating breakfast.
Leaning over, I kiss Katy’s temple. “Owen is awake, and Tucker has some information for me. Why don’t you shower? I’ll go take care of that. Spend a little more time with Meghan while Patrick and I see what’s going on.”
“Okay. A shower sounds heavenly.”
“I can get out of your hair.” Meghan moves to stand, and Katy throws her arms around her neck.
“Noooooo. Don’t leave me yet. Let’s gossip while the boys are gone, and there aren’t any middle-aged women here. I love Blake and Nicole, but I’d rather not hear or share bedroom activities with them.”
Meghan dips her head, but I see the tips of her ears darken. I glance at Patrick, whose back is turned, but his posture seems stiffer than usual.
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
“Don’t leave without texting me to walk you out.” I think that’s more words than I’ve ever heard Patrick say. Katy must be in as much shock as I am because we both stare as Patrick slides his phone to Meghan and without hesitation, she types her number into his cell.
Now I’m very much interested to know what happened last night.
“Same goes for you, Pepper. Do not leave the house. Lock up behind us. I’ll bring Owen back with me, but if you decide you want to come to the big house, text me.”
“Can I not walk across the lawn alone?” I pin her down with a stare that she knows means I’m not taking no for an answer. “Ugh fiiiiiiine.”
Katy hops off the stool and, with a bit more pep in her step than she walked in with, she retreats to her room.
“Make yourself at home, Meghan. I’ll be out in twenty.”
“Thanks.” Meghan turns to Patrick and smiles. “Thank you for breakfast.” His response is a nod. He collects all the empty plates and places them in the sink.
“Ready?” I drink the last of my coffee and add it to the dishes I promise myself I’ll do when we return.
We say our goodbyes to Meghan and walk in silence to meet Tucker. I want to ask Patrick about Meghan and what happened after I left him alone with her, but I doubt I’ll get any information from him. I’ll talk to Katy later and see if Meghan gives her anything.
“Gentleman, this is Montgomery,” Tucker greets us as we walk into the kitchen from the back porch. Next to him sits a man weathered by age and too much sun. His thinning dark hair and wire-framed glasses make him look even less attractive. I’ve never met him before, but his reputation precedes him, and I know Tucker trusts him implicitly.
On the opposite side of the table sits Chip, who squirms in his seat as Patrick walks in and passes by me. His eyes follow Patrick as he takes a position in the corner of the room. Is he blushing?
What the fuck is going on around here?
“Montgomery thinks Katy has a tracker on her somewhere.”