Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty Nine
Monty
Seven Months Postpartum
I’ve been pacing back and forth on the walk way the minute Xavier told me he was on his way with the girls.
He originally called me while Josie and I were relaxing on the couch.
Shiloh and Hayes were asleep and we were enjoying the calm.
There was a show on the tv but honestly we weren’t paying attention to what we were watching.
Josie was laying on her back, her feet in my lap as I took turns rubbing both of them.
My phone began to ring beside me and I figured it was just Xavier calling to shoot the shit. Ever since Harper moved in he doesn’t know what to do when he’s by himself. It’s adorable, and he deserves it.
What I wasn’t expecting was him telling me he was on his way to get the girls because some puny excuse of a man decided to lay his hands on our fucking girl and throw drinks everywhere.
I was about to hop into my SUV and go to the restaurant myself, but I was forty five minutes away.
Whereas Xavier stayed in Westroth and did some errands while the girls had dinner.
So, here I am. Pacing back and forth waiting for Xavier to get here. Josie is worried and she’s been standing by the window in the foyer waiting for them too. She stayed inside in case either of the boys woke up.
I hear the crunch of tires start to come down our driveway and I stop. Headlights wash over me, but relief has yet to wash away. I won’t be relieved until I have Evie in front of me so I can check her out myself, and I know Josie feels the same way.
When the truck stops, I’m already on the move. Rounding the truck and I yank the door open, frantic eyes searching for the blonde haired woman who has taken over mine and my wife’s thoughts since the first time we met.
“Hi.” She whispers, she’s turned her body so her legs are facing out the open door.
A grunt leaves me as I step forward and run my hands up her thighs until they reach her hips. Gripping her I lift her down from the truck, eyes looking over every inch of her. When my hand glides over her right arm she flinches.
“What happened?” My voice is low, and quiet. I watch her face, and see her eyes shine with unshed tears.
She sniffles, “some asshat thought he could bring us drinks and that we would just fall at his feet.” Evie runs her hand under her eye before continuing. “Then he thought he’d have a great shot of getting in my pants if he talked down to Harper.”
A growl comes from the front of the truck, followed by soft words as Harper tries to calm Xavier down.
“I told him that he was fucking delusional if he thought I was going to sit there after he talked down to my bestie and I told him to get lost. He didn’t like my answer and then he slammed his hand down on the table, knocking over said drinks he brought over.
I told him he insulted my friend and that doesn’t fly with me.
Which, to him, was the wrong thing to say.
He stood up and flung shit off the table.
I stood up and told him he needed to leave.
” She pauses, rubbing a hand softly over her elbow.
“That’s when he grabbed me and told me I needed to thank him for the drinks I wasted.
” A sardonic laugh leaves her as she shakes her head.
“Anyway, the head chef and owner came over before things got worse. He had already called the cops and told the guy that he wasn’t welcome there anymore.”
I stand there stunned as I let what happened sink in. I have the urge to get the girls inside and get in the truck with Xavier and head back to Westroth to find the fucker. Although, from the sounds of it he’s currently sitting at the police station. He lucked out.
“Come on, let’s get you inside.” I go to direct her to the front door, but stop and look back at Xavier. “You guys don’t have to drive home if you don’t want to. You can stay in the loft.”
“But…” Evie starts, but I don’t let her finish.
“It’s okay, man.” Xavier starts, “We gotta get home to Winnie, he’ll want to get out. I’ll call you tomorrow though, okay?”
I nod my head and we say our goodbyes.
I feel uneasy, my mind’s running a million miles a minute, but at the same time I can’t seem to get myself to decide what I’m doing.
That is until Evie starts to head around the house to the loft.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, a tightness begins to form in my chest as I think about her going to the loft and staying up there alone after everything.
I don’t give her a chance to respond before I continue, “You’re coming into the house.
Josie is going to want to see you for herself and I doubt she’s going to be okay with you going back up to the loft by yourself, because I’m not okay. ”
“I just need to get out of these clothes.” She says, “I need to be in something comfy.”
We stand in silence for a minute before I sigh, “Fine, but I’m coming with you.”
She doesn’t argue, but comes to me and grabs my hand, leading me to the stairs alongside the garage that leads to the loft. Once we’re inside I sit on the couch while Evie heads off to the bedroom.
I admire the little touches Evie has put into this place.
The area once bare and empty, only being used when mine, or Josie’s parents came into town.
It was made for a place our loved ones could stay when they were visiting or it was too late to make it back to their place.
Xavier has slept in here countless times over the years.
Twinkle lights line the ceiling over the living area, almost giving a night sky effect.
Evie’s kindle rests on the coffee table, along with an empty coffee mug sitting on top of a coaster.
I grab the cup to give it a quick wash while I wait.
The small kitchen stays minimalistic but still has those tiny touches that make it cozier.
There’s a canvas on the wall that says gouda vibes only.
The corner of my lips twitch as I read it.
Quickly washing the cup, I hear the sound of footsteps when I am placing the mug in the dish rack. Arms wrap around me from behind, my large hand covers hers. Giving it a quick squeeze before I turn around so I can face her.
“You didn’t have to do that.” She tells me softly. Hazel eyes looking up at me with affection, and I notice slight tones of vulnerability.
Shrugging my shoulders, I lean down and press my lips to hers softly.
“It’s not a big deal, I needed to do something.” My eyes give her a once over. She’s in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a white tank. The only sign that she isn’t wearing a bra is the peaks of her nipples poking against the fabric and I feel my dick twitch with the thought of them in my mouth.
Those dirty thoughts are quickly interrupted when my eye catches the swollen red mark on her elbow. My body stiffens as I take in her arm, there are reddened finger prints on her creamy skin, showing what that fucker did to her.
“You’re sure he got arrested?” The question comes out more like a gruff demand and a plea all wrapped in one. I need to know he was arrested for this, or else I’m going to be taking a trip to the next town over to find the fucker.
Making a mental note to message my buddy who’s a police officer over there to see if he can give me any details.
Soft hands frame my face, “Yes. The two officers who showed up put him in cuffs and took him to be processed. With the fight he gave them, I don’t expect him to be let out anytime soon.”
Nodding my head, I take a breath to try and relax my body. Pulling her hands from my face, I bring each wrist to my lips and kiss them before pulling her toward the door again. “Come on, let’s get into the house and get into bed.”
As suspected, Josie flew right to Evie to check her over. Quickly grabbing her some ice for her arm and needing to keep myself busy I make her some hot chocolate since it was way too late for coffee. Hayes wakes up at one point, but I tell them I got him.
Slowly I exit Hayes room, taking in the soft features of his face as he sleeps. Arms move over his head, with a deep sigh that leaves him. I see the lights are out in the kitchen, so the girls must have gone to the bedroom.
I make a stop at Shiloh’s room to check in on him before inevitably going to the bedroom.
Quietly sneaking in, before closing and making sure to lock the door.
Shiloh has been known to wake up and come into our room.
We aren’t remotely close for that conversation yet so I don’t want to risk any accidental discoveries.
When my eyes scan the room, I find Josie and Evie both lying on the bed. They’re both on their sides facing one another. Talking quietly to one another, I watch as Josie’s hand traces up and down Evie’s arm. My chest expands with warmth as I watch my wife comfort our girl.
I don’t waste a second as I crawl into the bed and join them. Leaning over, I place a kiss on Josie's lips before turning my head toward Evie and doing the same to her. Matching Evie’s position and lay on my side behind her, resting my hand on her hip.
“You really had us worried there, Sweets.” Josie says, eyes connecting with mine before looking at Evie.
A heavy sigh leaves her as she rolls on her back, staring at the ceiling.
“I know. Trust me, that was not how I wanted my night to end. I just wanted to have a good night with Harper and this dickhead had to go and ruin it.” She looks between the both of us, a slight smile forms. “I do get a free meal the next time I go there though.”
“Like fuck you’re going back to that place.” I seeth. That place was where she was harmed, they don’t deserve our business. Free meal or not.
“Monty, it wasn’t their fault that that guy acted the way he did.” Evie starts, “Besides, the owner of the joint came barreling out of the restaurant and banned him from coming back there. I think if there wasn’t a full dining area he would have decked him in the face.”
Hearing that relaxes me slightly, but there’s still a simmering anger there.
“What can we do to put you more at ease, Mont?” Josie’s soothing voice filters over my running mind. Closing my eyes, breathing in through my nose, I hold it for a few seconds before slowly releasing it from my mouth.
“Honestly, I’m not sure– having Evie here, physically in front of me helps.” I slide my hand over her stomach, tracing the hem of her tank back and forth. I’m transfixed on the moment until I realize the picked up pace of Evie’s breathing.
I let my finger slide under the hem, her responding gasp only encouragement as I continue my momentum. Adding another finger at the next pass, I trail my eyes up her body until my eyes are connected with hers. Lust swirls in her eyes as she watches me, and then looks over at Josie.
She takes the cue and leans forward and begins to kiss Evie’s lips. My cock begins to grow as I watch what’s mine tangle their tongues together. A flush begins to spread across Josie’s chest and I lean forward pressing my lips to her shoulder.
They break apart and then I’m kissing them both before I pull back. They continue to kiss as my fingers slip beneath the waistband of Evie’s pants. My fingers glide over her soft curls until my finger tips graze her swollen bud.
A gasp leaves Evie as I continue to circle her clit. I glance up to see her run her hands through Josie’s hair before pulling her closer. Like she needs her more than she needs air.
Removing my hand from her pants, I make quick movements to shift until I’m kneeling between her legs. My hands land on the waistband of her pants, “Is this okay?” I ask.
Evie pulls herself away from Josie and begins nodding her head.
“Yes. Yes, please.” She pants, and I waste no time pulling her pants and underwear down, discarding them off to the side.
Slowly, my hands travel up her legs until they reach her knees.
I squeeze them gently before pushing them apart.
Exposing her glistening pussy and groan.
“You’re already so wet for us, little minx.
” I say, leaning forward and inhaling deeply.
Her sweet tangy scent infiltrates my senses and I can’t help but to drag my tongue through her folds.
I’ve been dying to taste her since we all agreed to see where things go.
We haven’t had much alone time. Nothing more than heated glances, stolen kisses, and some blue balls.
Now that she’s laid down between us, I'm already greedy for more.
I position myself on my stomach between her legs, wrapping my arms around her thighs, holding her in place before I dive in to feast. Lapping my tongue through her folds, I make sure to get every inch of her.
My hands grip her thighs as I spread her wider and drag my tongue from her puckered hole all the way up to her clit. Where I take her nub and suck.
A squealed moan leaves Evie as she writhes beneath us.
“You are making such good noises, Sweets. We need to keep it down though so we don’t wake the boys.
” Josie whispers as she peppers kisses down Evie’s jaw before leaning in to suck on her ear.
A shiver runs through her body, and it encourages me more.
My fingers run through her folds teasingly before finally plunging my finger in.
Her core tightens around my digit, which just encourages me more.
My hips thrust forward on the bed, trying to relieve some tension of my aching cock.
Another moan escapes Evie, and I plunge another finger in her soaking core. I increase my pace, licking her folds with fervor, wanting to get her over the edge of the first of many orgasms tonight.