Chapter 12 Evan
EVAN
“Daddy? Where are we going?” Ellis asked as I placed her inside the car Anson had sent for us.
“We’re going to see Mommy,” I replied as Trix slid into the seat next to her and began buckling her in.
“Is she singing now?”
“No, nugget, she’s waiting at a new hotel for us. We’re going to go and sleep there with her and your other daddies.”
She wiggled in her seat as she clutched Mr. Rufus. “Will Unkie Dunkie be there?”
I got in next to her and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
“Yes. Unkie Dunkie is there too.”
She grinned and hugged Mr. Rufus tighter. She really loved Dante. He loved her right back, though, and as long as he didn’t fuck up, I’d continue to let him see her.
Rosalie knew how I felt. I could handle Dante now, after everything, but it took me a while. She knew that if he ever stepped out of line and showed an ounce of his real self around her, that would be it. I’d even warned him.
He rested his hand on my shoulder when I said it to him and promised me Ellis would always be safe with him.
So far, he’d kept that promise.
We headed out, bypassing all the reporters who were still lurking. A majority of them had left after the band left. I imagined they were rushing all over the damn city trying to find which hotel Rosalie was in.
The world was weird to be so obsessed, but my Ro didn’t seem to mind. At least she hadn’t before that prick attacked her.
“You excited for the show?” I asked Trix as we rode.
“Yeah. I haven’t seen the guys play in forever, and obviously, Rosalie is amazing. I’m really looking forward to it.”
I nodded. “Me too. I wish I could watch her perform more.”
Trix shot me a smile. “It’s hard, huh?”
I blew out a breath. “It is, but I have nugget here to keep me company. And you.”
“Yeah, but I’m a little lame,” she said with a small laugh.
“Nah, you’re not that bad.”
“I think you’re fun!” Ellis piped up. “And so is Daddy. And me. I’m fun.”
“You are the most fun,” I said, tweaking her nose.
That only made her giggle. A pang shot through my heart as Cole’s face entered my mind.
Ellis was the perfect mix between Rosalie and Cole.
Rosalie’s curly hair. Cole’s big blue eyes.
Cole’s blond hair. Both Cole and Rosalie’s intelligence.
Rosalie’s talent in the performing arts.
And sometimes, Cole’s anger. Ellis already spoke Italian, English, German, and could sign.
Anson was a master at languages, and we’d all sort of picked up German because of Klaus.
“Trixie, do you know my first daddy?” Ellis asked.
Trix glanced at me. “Uh, sorry, honey, I, um, never met him, but I am certain he’s just as fun as the other daddies are.”
“Daddy said I have his eyes.” She wiggled in her seat again. “He has blue eyes and hair just like mine.”
We’d only ever told her these things. She’d never seen a picture of him despite us having them. Rosalie said she’d show her soon. She’d been talking about Cole a lot more lately, though.
“Nugget, has first daddy been on your mind a lot lately?” I ventured.
She nodded. “Penelope said I’m weird because I have so many. I told her I’m lucky. She said my first daddy never liked me and that’s why he’s gone.”
I frowned at her words. Penelope was a little girl in her pre-school. The kid always seemed to have something to say.
“Penelope is wrong,” I said gently. “First daddy loves you very much.”
“Then why doesn’t he come see me?” Her blue eyes were so big and innocent as she stared at me.
She was way too smart for her age.
“Uh, he’s busy,” I said, wincing.
“Does he love Mommy?”
Fucking hell.
“Yes, he loves Mommy,” I replied. “But let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s talk about Mommy’s concert.”
“Will we have pizza and ice cream after, like that one time?” She blinked at me.
“Yeah. I think we will,” I said, smiling down at her, grateful she was willing to change the subject.
Trix shot me a look that said she was glad, too.
I wasn’t so sure how much longer we could avoid talking about Cole, though. Ellis seemed intent these days on knowing him. That could change a hell of a lot of things.
Anson, Klaus, and Dante left for the venue, leaving Ro and me with Ellis. Klaus had some men hang out outside our door. Ryder had to go to the airport to collect Trent and wouldn’t be back for a few hours, and Trix had gone to hang out with the band.
Ellis had fallen asleep on the couch, and I took that opportunity to haul my girl into our bedroom.
I didn’t get nearly enough time alone with her, so I took my victories where I could get them.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you,” I husked out as I thrust into her tight pussy.
Her nails dug deep into my skin, making me groan softly at the pure pleasure of it all.
“Evan,” she moaned softly, her body quivering as I fucked deep into her.
I kept my head shaved these days, so she couldn’t tangle her fingers into my hair like she once did. It made me want to grow it back out just so she could, but it had been years since I’d done that.
A lot about me had changed. Fox had died so long ago now that he seemed like a good dream I’d once had. Now I was Evan, the tatted beast with a violent streak that I’d let out if I got the chance to find the fucks who hurt my girl.
“More,” Ro moaned, jutting her hips up as I slowed my movements.
Sometimes I got so lost in her beauty that I forgot what the hell I was even doing.
I smiled down at her. “I like it when you beg, Ro.”
She whimpered, her hand cradling my face.
“Tell me,” I said, snapping my hips forward, making her breath catch.
“Make a baby with me,” she whispered, dragging me forward to kiss me.
My stomach tightened at her words.
“Fuck, yes,” I whispered back against her lips as I picked up my pace. “Did you go off birth control?”
“I’m due for my shot when I get back from the tour. I won’t get it. I already told Ani.”
“Let me guess. He’s trying to beat me to it.” I pushed deep before withdrawing slowly, just so I could do it again.
She moaned for me, making my dick that much harder.
“Tell me,” I murmured.
“Y-Yes.”
I chuckled softly at that, enjoying the competition. I knew Klaus didn’t care if he got her knocked up or not since he already had sons, but Anson and I both wanted to make a baby next. I was honestly looking forward to this competition.
While I wanted her to carry my baby next, I knew I’d be good with Anson winning, but man, I really wanted to gloat that I barely got to see her and still won. I’d never let him live it down.
“Ride me, baby,” I said, rolling over and bringing her with me so she was straddling me.
She didn’t hesitate. She rocked on my cock as I gripped her hips, relishing in everything that she was.
And she was every-fucking-thing to me.
How I got so lucky to marry the love of my life and have her want to have a family with me, I’d never know.
After the underground, I spent several years hating who I was.
Vowing revenge. Having nightmares and thoughts about killing myself that I kept to myself.
It was when Klaus found me drunk and lying in a puddle of my own vomit while Rosalie and Anson were touring in Europe that I finally came to terms with what my life was now.
He sat with me, and we talked through it all.
I didn’t have a hard time admitting he saved my life in so many ways.
I threw myself harder into training. Into my bikes that I loved to work on and ride. Into my writing. Into Ellis and family.
And God. Of course, I had to thank God for the gift of survival. It made me realize that I was alive for a reason and pissing it away hating myself wasn’t the life I wanted.
I’d gotten better. There were days when I still struggled, but I wasn’t drinking daily now. The fear of becoming a functioning alcoholic terrified me. I’d catch the looks Anson would give Rosalie. It gave me flashbacks of the guys and me when E would get wasted on drugs.
I didn’t want that for myself.
Rosalie’s hand on my face snapped me back to the moment.
“Stay,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me.
She knew me so well. She knew I tended to drift away sometimes, even when making love.
In the beginning, it took everything I had not to let the ugly memories of being raped by Everett fog my head.
The way it felt for his cock to drive deep into my body.
How he’d made me bleed as he fucked me on repeat.
It wasn’t just the one time in front of E.
He paid me several visits and even let someone else pound into me while he watched and degraded me before I pushed the button.
“Always, Ro,” I answered back softly, shoving those ugly thoughts out of my head. I deepened the kiss before I focused on this moment with her. Despite all the shit I’d been through, never once did she ever look at me in disgust.
It helped a hell of a lot to know she still loved me despite all I’d been through.
Her breathing picked up as we fucked one another, both of us eager to get the other off first.
But I liked it best when she came for me. I’d go without for eternity if it meant she was saying my name.
I loved her more than anything in this entire fucking world. She was my soulmate, and I knew without a doubt that I’d find her in every life from here on out.
“Come for me, baby,” I husked out, guiding her by her hips as she continued to rock on me.
She moved faster, sitting up so I could watch her tits jostle and her expression change.
Goosebumps popped along her soft skin, and that was it.
She came with my name on her lips, her body trembling as she dampened my groin, her perfect as fuck pussy fluttering around my dick.
It set me off.
I came with a low groan, my cock twitching deep inside her. We slowed to a stop, and I smiled up at her.
“Your glasses are crooked,” she commented breathlessly.
I chuckled at that. “I think they’re bent.”