Chapter 14 #4
“When did we become so sappy that we turned into a pile of mush at the sight of our kids smiling?” Demo, who was sitting next to Pumpkin on the couch, asked.
Paige hadn’t officially moved into Demo’s house yet with her sons.
They stayed over and each boy had his own room that he decorated—Mikey’s was dinosaurs and Nelly Bean’s was Paw Patrol —but they still technically lived in their apartment in town.
In Pumpkin’s opinion, Demo’s patience with Paige was noble and admirable.
No two relationships were the same, and just because Pumpkin had re-met his woman, impregnated her, and gotten his ring on her finger in a little over a month, did not mean he judged Demo for him and Paige taking their relationship slower.
Paige’s mental abuse at the hands of her late husband made her skittish.
She loved Demo, and he knew it, but she wasn’t ready to give up her newfound independence yet either.
That didn’t make Demo any less committed to their relationship. He hadn’t officially adopted Paige’s boys yet, but he was going to. Paige had already agreed they would do so when she was ready to move into his house.
The ol’ ladies who were still in the house were talking in the kitchen. Pumpkin threw a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the feminine chatter. “Pretty sure it was when they claimed our balls.”
Demo chuckled. “Nothing like it, is there?”
Pumpkin shook his head. There really wasn’t. He’d never felt as strong or as weak as when Dosia was looking into his eyes. The mixture of emotions was heady at best.
“How’re your legs?” They were keeping their voices low, even though none of the kids were paying any attention to either of them.
Pumpkin made a face. “Sore as shit. But no way in hell am I not fucking Dosia again tonight.”
“Isn’t it the girl that’s supposed to end up in a wheelchair after a good round of fucking?” Demo tossed back at him.
Pumpkin snorted. “I will crawl before I get back in that fucking chair.”
“Who are you crawling to?” Dosia asked, walking back into the living room.
She had a glass of lemonade in one hand and a beer in the other.
When Demo made to get up, she waved him off and headed around the back of the couch.
Leaning over Pumpkin’s shoulders, she handed him the beer before she kissed his cheek.
Pumpkin accepted the beer in one hand and captured her wrist with his other. He kept her draped over him as he answered, “You. ”
Dosia chuckled. “JJ has been asking for a pony. I can just tell her you’ll give her horsey rides. It’ll be a lot cheaper.”
Demo snorted. “We already had a Donkey Daddy in the club. Don’t need a Horsey Daddy too.
” At Dosia’s confused look, Demo explained, “Last Christmas, the kids put on a nativity scene play. Lila was the Virgin Mary and got upset that she didn’t have a donkey to ride.
Bulldog got down on his hands and knees, to which she proudly announced that she now had a ‘Donkey Daddy’. ”
Pumpkin laughed at the memory as Dosia giggled. “I’m sorry I missed that! That sounds adorable,” she said, starting to raise up.
“Keys recorded it,” Pumpkin told her, turning his head to look at her over the back of the couch. Dosia didn’t look excited for this news, though. If anything, she looked confused. “What?” he asked her, trying to parse her frown and drawn-down eyebrows.
“Why do you have a pumpkin tattooed behind your ear?”
Pumpkin opened his mouth to deny such a ridiculous question, but Demo suddenly jumped up. “Code Orange! He found the tattoo! Go, go, go!”
Quick as a flash, Demo scooped up Mikey and Nelly Bean, racing from the room as others came charging in to gather up their kids.
Pumpkin had no idea what the fuck was going on but the kids were loving it as they were tossed over shoulders like potato sacks and run from the house.
Even Bulldog grabbed his kids and bolted when they were in his house.
Dosia and Pumpkin remained where they were, watching in shock. JJ and SJ were even grabbed by their Uncle Cage so they could join in on the fun.
Suddenly, Pumpkin and Dosia were left alone in Bulldog’s house. He looked over his shoulder at her. “What the fuck is behind my ear?”
Dosia pulled out her phone, pushed the shell of his ear flat, and snapped a picture. Handing him her phone, she said, “It’s small, but it’s definitely a pumpkin.”
Pumpkin stared at her phone in disbelief. True to her word, there was a fucking pumpkin tattooed behind his ear. What the fuck?! It was maybe the size of his fingernail and in the small gap of skin between where his beard ended and his hairline began.
“Those fuckers!” Pumpkin shouted.
“Wait, you didn’t know about this?”
“No!” Pumpkin struggled to get to his feet. “They tattooed a fucking pumpkin on me!”
The club had done a lot to Pumpkin over the years.
Once, they broke into his apartment in the clubhouse and replaced all the contents in his fridge with pumpkin pies, put dozens of pumpkin rolls on his kitchen counter, and stuffed his freezer with pumpkin ice cream pints.
Every fall, it was a trial to get anything at the club’s bar Demon on the Rocks that wasn’t a pumpkin-flavored beer.
Regardless of what he ordered, he was always given a pumpkin beer.
But to tattoo a fucking pumpkin on him? That was a new low.
“Is it new?” Maybe they’d done it while he was in his coma?
Dosia shrugged, “No idea. How do you tell?”
This many months later, they really couldn’t. “Fuckers,” he muttered, not really sure what else to say.
“They tattooed you without your permission?” Dosia looked shocked and concerned.
Thinking better of it and knowing his club brothers, they wouldn’t take advantage of him in such a vulnerable state. Plus, based on the condition he’d been in during his coma, adding a tattoo to him could have complicated his healing. So, definitely not.
However , they were assholes enough to do so when Pumpkin was passed out drunk. Which had been a good number of times following a club party. No doubt Angel was the tattooing culprit, but he wouldn’t put the idea past Cage or Demo as being the mastermind.
He pulled out his phone and opened the message app to the club’s adults-only group text. After adding Dosia to it, he started typing.
Pumpkin: You fuckers!
A number of laughing emojis were quickly replied.
Pumpkin: @Angel, I demand a tattoo removal!
Angel: I’m sorry. Angel’s Tattoo Removal Services are closed for the foreseeable future. For alternate services, please call 1-800-SUCK-IT!
Pumpkin: Asshole! Fine but you’re keeping my kids for the night!
Demo: I’ll get the wheelchair ready.
Pumpkin growled and put his phone away.
Dosia stared at him in concern. “So, on a scale from one to ten, how pissed are you about this?”
Standing, Pumpkin offered her his arm with the beer and grabbed for his cane. “Honestly, probably around a one. I can’t see it, so I really don’t care. But let’s not tell them that. I plan on milking this for all it’s worth.”
Dosia snickered. “Including free babysitting services?”
“It’s not common knowledge but Angel and Cage are trying for another baby. Angel had a miscarriage last year and she wasn’t ready until recently to try again. I don’t mind lending my kids out for parent practice so I can get their mother alone for a night.”
They left Bulldog’s house, not seeing a single club member or kid in sight.
“Wow, they run fast,” Dosia commented as Pumpkin turned them down the walking path towards his house.
“I’ll get them back,” he vowed. “Does Calliope offer curses? I’ll pay.”
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Ride me, ride harder…” Pumpkin let out a loud, masculine groan, throwing his head back on the pillow.
Dosia rolled her hips. She had her hands on his hard pecs for balance with her legs spread wide over his pelvis. His thick cock was hitting all the right places inside her. As fire wracked her body, her rhythm started to falter. Pumpkin placed his hands on her hips to help steady her.
His dark eyes seemed almost black as they bore up into hers.
After Pumpkin had assured her that enough of the club had baby supplies, and Darrin also had the spare key to their SUV to get the kids’ bags from their trunk, they headed inside his house.
Dosia honestly couldn’t remember his hasty tour in their rush to get to his bedroom.
Their bedroom.
It didn’t escape her notice that Pumpkin never laid claim to her bedroom at her grandparents’, but he’d said ‘their’ bedroom from the moment she’d stepped foot in his house. And honestly, she didn’t mind. Especially not when their room included this massive California King mattress.
She might change a thing or two, though. The dull, brown comforter for starters.
She also didn’t miss that his house was decorated with a lot of pumpkin décor.
Apparently, no matter how much he threw out, donated, or hid, the pumpkin stuff always came back.
He would forever be cursed with the wretched things, but Dosia didn’t necessarily mind.
After all, she’d gotten the best pumpkin of them all.
Her inner walls quaked around him, squeezing him as her orgasm rose up.
“Fuuuckkk,” he groaned out. “That’s my girl. Come on my cock, Dosia.” He moved his right hand around her hip, his thumb landing on her clit. She let out a gasp as pleasure radiated through every nerve ending in her body. “Come, baby. I want to feel you squeeze me.”
Dosia had no idea that she had a thing for dirty talk, but damn, Pumpkin’s words threw her over the edge like she was jumping without a parachute. She shattered, screaming out his name. “ Seth!”
“Fuck, baby! I’m coming!” he shouted around a guttural growl.
Dosia felt his cock expand inside her as he came. Her hips kept moving, as if they had a mind of their own, chasing a second high.
Sweaty and gasping for breath, her arms gave out and she plopped none too gently down on his heaving chest. Pumpkin’s lips found her hair and his arms traveled up to circle around her back. It took some time before both were breathing properly.
“We need to send the kids away more often,” he murmured against her hair.
Dosia snorted, “We keep this up and we’ll have more kids than we’re ready for.”
Pumpkin’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “One can only dream.” Dosia shook her head but was unable to keep the smile off her face. He squeezed her tighter for a moment before saying, “Let me up. I need to get you cleaned up.”
Dosia groaned, not wanting to move, but his softening cock was starting to slide from her, and with it, was all their mixed juices. That definitely was her least favorite part of unprotected sex. “Shower,” she demanded.
Even though they were both gross, it took them some time to muster up the energy to get to the bathroom. Dosia was half asleep as he scrubbed her body and the warm shower spray was not helping.
Pumpkin helped her dry off when that seemed to take more coordination than she currently possessed. “Give me a few more months of PT and I will gladly carry you to bed,” he said as he kissed her forehead.
“I’ll be fat and bloated in a few months,” she complained, her tongue practically sticking to the roof of her mouth.
He just chuckled. “My legs are the problem, not your baby weight. You’ll never be too heavy for me.”
In her drowsy state, Dosia found herself goofily smiling up at him. “I like that.” She rubbed her hand down his bare chest. “I like how strong you are.”
“You can’t touch me like that, baby. Not if either of us wants to get to sleep anytime soon.”
Though torn, her need to sleep finally won the battle. She removed her hand and started walking towards the bedroom. His groan, though, had her quickly turning around to see what the problem was. “What?” she demanded .
“I should have gone first. Your ass is too perfect to walk in front of me when I’m trying not to get hard.”
Her eyes landed on his dick, which was not as flaccid as it had been a minute ago. If she wasn’t so tired, she might have gone down on her knees to help him out, but she honestly feared falling asleep mid-blowjob, and just how embarrassing that would be!
They crawled naked into bed, sated and content. Pumpkin had his arm slung over her waist with his hand splayed reverently over her belly where there was a more than likely possibility his baby was growing.
Some hours later, Dosia was awoken by a hand over her mouth, silencing her scream.
Pumpkin stirred. He wasn’t exactly sure what had woken him and he even listened for SJ for a moment before he remembered that the kids were having a sleepover at Aunt Angel’s house tonight.
JJ was so enamored by having cousins that there was a good possibility she hadn’t even realized her parents’ absence.
Still, Pumpkin knew that Angel wouldn’t hesitate to call him if there was an issue.
Was that it, had his phone been going off?
His arm slunk around Dosia’s waist, he blinked his eyes open as he started to sit up to find his phone. In the predawn light that just barely was shining through his window, something orange caught his attention.
To his horror, Pumpkin looked down to see a large, round pumpkin in bed with him where his fiancée had been.
“The fuck?!” He shot out of bed, his sleep-addled brain trying to comprehend the déjà vu he was experiencing. And just like last time, muffled snickers and laughter caught his attention.
He turned to find the entire club filling the doorway of his bedroom. Naked, he grabbed the first thing within his reach, and once more covered his junk with a goddamn pumpkin while his club snapped pictures of him with their phones .
And in the center was Dosia, wearing pajamas she hadn’t had on when they’d gone to bed earlier, and a giant, shit-eating grin on her face.
His eyes narrowed on his woman, the mother of his children and the love of his life. That smile on her face was worth any and all humiliation on his part—not that he was going to tell her that. He crooked his finger at her.
Her cheeks flushing an even darker red, but her eyes alight with excitement, she stepped forward.
Without looking away from her, he said to his club brothers, “Unless you want to see what happens next, I suggest you shut that door.”
Then without waiting for a response, he tossed the pumpkin across the room and tackled Dosia to the bed. Her laughter echoed around the room as someone quickly closed their bedroom door. This time, he knew who his mystery pumpkin lady was, and he was going to remind her that she was his .