Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Angel
The feel of Stella pulling away wakes me. I let her think I’m still asleep as she gets closer to the edge of the bed.
Last night, after the first round, I helped Stella into the shower, where I not only helped clean her up, I got a taste of that delectable pussy of hers.
I made sure to savor every bit of her. When I finished getting my fill and making her come once more, I took her back to the bed and ordered us some BBQ from one of the local places and messaged a prospect to deliver it.
We didn’t talk much about heavy shit, I could tell my woman was exhausted, and I made sure to wear her out even more before I was done enjoying that sweet body of hers.
I’ve dreamed about being inside her again every damn night. Shit, I’ve been dreaming about Stella since before that night we shared months ago. Now she’s here and again trying to sneak out of the bed first thing in the morning. This time, I’m not letting her get away from me.
Just as she goes to get out of the bed, I snag her around the waist and pull her into my embrace once more. “Where you think you’re going?”
“Angel,” she gasps, struggling to get away, “let me go.”
“Not goin’ to happen, Love, never gonna let you go,” I say and press a kiss to the shell of her ear.
“Please,” she whispers hesitantly. “I . . . um . . . I need to go to the bathroom.”
Hearing the apprehension in her voice, I feel like shit for dragging her back to the bed. Slowly, I let her go. “Go ahead, baby,” I murmur. “Come back when you finish. It’s still too damn early.” Not really, I just don’t want to get up yet. Holding her to me in bed feels too damn good.
Stella gives me a look but doesn’t say anything as she quickly makes her way across the room to the attached bathroom, closing the door behind her.
A smirk tilts up at the corner of my lip as I hear the little snick of the lock.
I find it cute she thinks she can lock me out of there.
I’ll give her the time she needs to do what she wants, but if she takes too long, I know where the skeleton key that fits all the interior doors is.
If she thinks hiding from me in the bathroom will work, she better think again.
I sit up, propping myself up against the pillows, and reach up to cup the back of my head as I wait for my woman.
The faint sound of gagging catches my attention and I hop out of the bed without a second thought.
I don’t bother with grabbing the key for the door as I grab the handle and twist with enough force it breaks.
The door swings open and I spot Stella instantly and move to her side, scooping her hair into my hands to keep it out of her face.
Stella groans and heaves, making me wish I could do more. I rub her back hoping to soothe her in some small way.
The thought of her having been going through this and no one knowing guts me. She won’t be going through it alone anymore. I won’t let her.
Growing up, Reaper’s and my dad always said, ‘You take care of your woman. No matter what they’re going through.
They’re the reason you live and breathe.
’ Our dad taught us to do this growing up .
. . showed us how to be the men we wanted to be by how he cherished our mom.
Losing him, then our mom and oldest sister, and later on losing our younger sister, makes a person not want to let anyone in or get too close.
For years it’s felt like we couldn’t live with the ghosts of the past. Well, I couldn’t not until I knew Reaper could.
He took the deaths of our families harder than anyone, feeling it was his responsibility, but we both know the truth.
We’ve got enemies, and in order to keep those who would go against us at bay, we must protect what we deem ours.
And Stella is mine. I’ll do anything and everything in my power to not only care for her as her man should but protect her from whatever may or may not come her way.
Groaning, Stella sits up, keeping her face tilted away from me. “You didn’t have to come in here.”
“Yeah, Love, I did. I’m not gonna let you suffer alone,” I state needing to make sure Stella understands my position on this argument. “I wasn’t raised to let my woman suffer alone.”
“Go away, Angel,” she snaps coming to her feet and moving to the sink. “I don’t need you watching me as I do my morning routine with my head in the toilet.”
“How often have you been getting sick?” I question, taking in the paleness of her features.
Instead of answering me, Stella brushes her teeth and cleans her face. Only when she’s finished does she turn toward me once more . . . this time with a glare.
“It’s none of your business,” she snaps yet again.
Stepping into Stella’s space, more than aware of both our lack of clothing, I grip her waist, spanning my hands over her hips and pull her into me. The way her lips part and her eyes seem to get that lustful look in them goes straight to my dick.
“Baby, you don’t want to tell me anything that involves you isn’t my business. I’m telling you now it won’t work. It’ll only piss me off and then I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me? You wouldn’t dare,” she scoffs, planting her hands on my chest.
“Oh, but I would. I’d put you over my knee and spank that ass of yours, baby. I’d make it burn nice and bright for you then I’d go right ahead and give that sweet pussy of yours a few taps of its own. I bet by the time I finished you’d be dripping—sopping wet and begging for me to fuck you.”
The lustful look in her eyes burns brighter and it’s all I can do to keep from turning her and fucking her from behind, right here and now.
But before I do anything, I need to first feed her and get her some juice.
I learned from watching Reaper with Ivy when she had morning sickness that it was good to keep her hydrated and always to make sure something easy went down the stomach so as not to make her sick.
“You’re crazy,” Stella murmurs all too softly, her voice nearly seductive.
“Yeah, baby, I’m crazy, but only when it comes to you, you do that to me.” I grin and scoop Stella into my arms. “Now come on, Love, time for me to take care of my woman in other ways that don’t involve me fucking her before she eats.”
“Here,” Stella says holding out a folded paper as I take my seat next to her at the little four-seater table sitting in the breakfast area of the kitchen.
The floor plan of the place is simple open space living area.
The dining room sits off to the side of the kitchen in a small nook perfect for what Stella’s done with it.
Quirking a brow, I take the slip of paper and glance at it to see what it is. My throat tightens and I look from the image to Stella then back again before setting it down, swallowing past the feeling of choking. I meet my woman’s gaze to see her staring at me nervously.
“Swear to fuck, Stella, I’m not missing another damn appointment.
Not one fuckin’ one.” Seeing that image, the ultrasound of the child I know rests inside her, warms a part of me I didn’t even know was there.
Stella’s always meant something to me, but knowing she not only is mine but seeing the proof she carries my child seals the deal for me.
Never am I letting her get away from me.
“What about you and Juniper?” she asks a hint of jealousy in her tone.
Blinking at her, I cock my head to the side slightly. “What about Juniper?”
“You two seemed cozy the last time I saw you and—”
“No,” I interrupt her before she can piss me off.
“Stella, there’s nothing between that woman and me.
We weren’t cozy the last time you saw us.
What you saw is her trying to gain my attention when I simply wanted yours.
I didn’t want anything to do with her. Hell, none of the brothers want her hanging on them and thinking her shit don’t stink. ”
“Didn’t seem that way,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.
“That’s because we’ve been trying to playin’ it cool hoping she’ll get the hint. No one wants to hurt Ivy, Sutton, or Isabelle because their friend comes to hang with them and ends up trying to get with one of us.”
“Oh.” The simple word is barely a breath as she licks her lips.
“Yeah, oh.” I smirk and point to her food. “Eat up, baby, I’ve got plans for the two of us after we finish.”
A look of passion lights up in Stella’s eyes and it’s all I can do to keep from shoving everything out of the way and just fucking her here and now. Food be damned.