“Don’t care, you’re getting checked out,” Peanut muttered.
“Fine, but we don’t really need to waste the doctor’s time. I’m fine and so is the baby. You need to relax. Let’s just go to bed.”
“No, we’ll wait until the doctor tells us that you’re fine,” Peanut growled.
She must have known he wasn’t changing his mind because she leaned back against the headboard and frowned at him with her arms crossed over her chest. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to her bare breasts. His dick twitched and he jerked his eyes back up pacing with the phone to his ear. Not going there, he told his cock sternly
“I suppose you aren’t going to let me walk to the bathroom to pee, are you?” she asked.
He answered by carrying her into the bathroom and sitting her down on the toilet. He ignored her when she rolled her eyes and asked him to leave. She’d get over it. She wasn’t walking again until the doctor had given her a clean bill of health.
Epilogue
Phoebe sighed as she leaned into the counter, wondering if she’d ever have sex again. Peanut hadn’t made love to her in weeks. She only had three more weeks to go and then no sex until six weeks after the baby was born. Not that Peanut wasn’t giving her regular orgasms, because he was. He was always willing to get her off, but he wouldn’t actually make love to her which left her feeling pissed off as well as unsatisfied. The doctor had cleared her for all activities and even told them that having sex was fine up until she delivered but Peanut wasn’t having it. He was convinced that having sex was what had caused her bleeding. It was frustrating to say the least but anytime she complained about it, he just pleasured her until she was too tired to protest.
If she didn’t know him like she did, she would be worried he was running around having sex with someone else. Someone less pregnant. Maybe he found her unattractive now? No, that wasn’t it. She felt his hard-on every time he had touched her. He had at least allowed her to give him several hand jobs and one blow job, but that was it. She knew fear of hurting the baby was making him abstain from sex, she just for the life of her couldn’t figure out why. If the doctor had told them not to have sex she would have understood, but that’s not what happened.
She pushed off the counter and headed into the living room to find Peanut and Jasmine. They’d gone in there to watch some sci-fi show they liked. She entered to find them curled up on the couch with Jasmine tucked under her dad’s arm. They were both focused on the TV allowing her to watch them, a soft glow of love taking up residence inside her. She felt such joy when she saw them and it made her realize just how broken her relationship with Johnny had been from the moment she’d started it. These two had healed all the pain that had filled her when she’d arrived here. She loved them both to distraction and couldn’t even imagine her life without them in it. She was sure that would be a cold dark place that she didn’t want to ever have to face. Even if her man was a stubborn idiot determined to deny her what she so desperately needed.
Peanut looked up and saw her standing there watching them and held out his hand to her, inviting her to join them. Phoebe took the offer, liking the way he kissed her head and tucked her under his other arm. She knew that her bad life with Johnny had led her here to this man and his daughter. She wondered if she’d never met Johnny and been his wife, would she have ever met Peanut and found this perfect life. She didn’t know but she was glad she’d found her place here.
Even Viking had come around and seemed to be warming up to her. Peanut no longer frowned darkly when he came home to find Viking here. Jasmine was excited about Phoebe marrying her dad and being her new stepmother. Not that he’d asked her yet, but she suspected her would. He was likely waiting until after the baby was born because he knew she felt fat and bloated. Since Jasmine always wanted to help with getting things ready for the baby, they’d let her pick out the colors for the nursey. She’d even helped them move her bedroom upstairs so that the baby could have her old room.
Phoebe had worried that the little girl would feel like the baby was taking her place but Jasmine was too excited to have a bigger room and a baby brother to worry about all the changes. It might also be because Phoebe had made a point to ask for Jasmine’s help with preparing for the baby’s arrival. Having her help set up the room seemed to smooth over any worries the little girl might have had about her place now that their family was growing. Jasmine was even getting a vote on the name of the baby, which was going to be interesting since her current offering was Bandit thanks to her Uncle Hemp who thought it was funny to suggest horrid names to Jasmine every time he came over.
Phoebe didn’t know what was happening to Johnny and she didn’t ask. She knew that he was still breathing only because she’d over-heard Peanut talking to Viking about when the club lawyer had said that the divorce would be finalized. Apparently Johnny was allowed to live until a few weeks after those papers he’d signed went through the system. She knew she should probably have some moral objections to them killing him, but she didn’t. Johnny had come after her once and he was crazy enough to do it again if they let him go. She didn’t want any details and she was glad that Peanut left her out of the plan for his demise, but she wasn’t sorry he’d be dead soon. It might make her a horrible person, but she didn’t give a shit. He’d made her life a living hell that she almost hadn’t escaped, and she wasn’t sorry he couldn’t ever do that to her or anyone else ever again.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Peanut whispered into her ear as he kissed her cheek.
“Sorry,” Phoebe whispered back, hugging his arm to her. Jasmine stirred on his other side and moved across the couch until she was sitting snuggled up to Phoebe’s side. Phoebe smiled and ruffled Jasmine’s hair as she rested her small hand over the baby. They’d had another ultrasound last week to check the baby’s position and they’d let Jasmine tag along. Jasmine had told her as she’d looked at the 3D image of her little brother that she was going to be the bestest big sister ever and Phoebe believed her.
“You okay?” Peanut asked in her ear, placing another kiss just above it.
“I’m perfect,” she replied, because she was. Everything in her life except for the no sex issue was absolutely perfect.
“Good,” Peanut said, kissing her again before turning back to the TV. Phoebe felt surrounded by love every day since she’d walked into this house and she was damned glad that she’d been robbed so many months ago. It had led her right here where she belonged.
Peanut kissed Jasmine goodnight and flicked off her light before heading into his and Phoebe’s room. Phoebe had gone to take a shower after dispensing kisses to Jazzy. They spent the day moving Jazzy into her new room with the help of her uncles. Since Jazzy had a hand in creating every part of the new room, she was happier than a lark. She loved having the bigger room. He grinned thinking about Jazzy. She couldn’t contain her excitement about her new baby brother and he’d thought she’d never settle down tonight. Peanut smiled because he loved that his little darling was helping out with the baby. It was obvious she loved Phoebe as much as he did and if he had to guess, Phoebe loved them both back whole-heartedly. Not that he was surprised. Phoebe needed them as much as they needed her.
He frowned as he neared their room. Phoebe had been quiet this week and it was starting to worry him. He knew he was being a pussy about not having sex but the idea that he might inadvertently hurt her or the baby was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. If he ended up with carpal tunnel from jacking off so much, then so be it. He wasn’t risking either his boy or his woman’s health. He loved them both too much to take any chances despite her tempting offers of riding him like a cowgirl.
Damn, his dick turned into a steel pipe when he thought about her riding him. He only had to wait eight more weeks and then he would be able to take her any which way he wanted. Well with reason. He would be having Jazzy and her new brother stay with someone for the night as soon as she was cleared for sex because he was already starving for her
and he knew it was going to take all night to sate him. That might not even be enough but at least it would take the edge off.
He headed to their room, wishing time would hurry up and move it along because eight weeks seemed like forever. He walked into the room and stopped dead, staring at Phoebe with his hands gripping the door frame as he looked at her. She was posed on the bed in a sexy as fuck teddy. He hadn’t even known that they made lingerie for pregnant women. Holy fuck, he wanted to cross the room, toss her on the bed and fuck her senseless. Only he couldn’t, he needed to go jack off before he lost it and took her hard and fast just like he’d been fantasizing about.
“Fuck me, Mark,” she demanded from the bed, running her fingers between her breasts as she looked at him with a sexy come-hither look. He swallowed hard.
“Umm, I’m not tired yet. I think I’ll watch TV for a bit,” he managed to squeak out, feeling like a damned pathetic hearing the break in his voice. He was turning to leave when her face fell and she suddenly burst into tears before diving under the covers. He stopped dead. He couldn’t leave her like that. He moved to the side of the bed, tugging at the covers.
“You’re scaring me, Lovely. Are you hurting?” Peanut demanded, worry twisting like a knife in his guts.
“I—I’m fine, go watch TV,” she managed to sniffle out from beneath the covers.
“You’re not fine. What’s going on, babe?”
“N-nothing.”
Peanut frowned and tugged the covers from over her head. He finally uncovered her and she sat up with a little sigh. She was so damned beautiful even with tears streaming down her face and he felt his chest ache a little with the love he felt for her. He knew he was being a pussy admitting that he loved her to distraction, but he didn’t give a fuck.
“It’s not nothing. Tell me why you’re crying,” Peanut asked, his hands gently smoothing her hair away from her face.
“Am I not sexy to you anymore?” she asked, shocking him.
What the fuck? Was she nuts?
Knowing better than to ask that out loud, he took a second to process what she’d asked. It was a ridiculous thing for her to think, but maybe his method of keeping her sexually satisfied so she didn’t suffer along with him wasn’t working.
“You’re so sexy I can barely keep my dick down whenever you’re around.”
“That’s not true, you haven’t had sex with me since the kidnapping,” she accused.
“Lovely, you know why that is. I won’t take chances with your health or our boy’s. That’s the only reason we aren’t having sex and you know it. Why are you so upset about this?” Peanut asked.
“I’m upset because I think it’s more than that. You just think I’m fat and ugly now,” she wailed.
Shit, this must be the mad hormones Hammer had warned him about. Up until now he hadn’t seen any sign of them. Phoebe was pretty steady but maybe that was why she had taken this insane idea and blown it way out of proportion.
“Babe, you know that’s not true. I love every inch of you and sometimes you’re so pretty it hurts. Right now my dick is so excited it’s taking everything I’ve got to have a conversation even with you crying your eyes out. I was going to jack off in the other bathroom so I didn’t lose control and fuck you,” Peanut said bluntly, not bothering to sugar-coat his words.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Phoebe, you are the sexiest woman alive and if I wasn’t scared to death that fucking you might hurt you or the baby, I would be so deep inside you that you’d have no idea where you ended and I began.” She laughed, her tears drying on her cheeks as she smiled that smile he always loved to see on her face because it was sweet as candy and let him know he was doing something right. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, resigning himself to sneaking out of the bed once she was asleep to take care of his hard-on. She needed him right now and he was going to be here for her.
“I love you, Mark. I still think you’re being ridiculous about not having sex. The doctor said it was fine,” she sighed out, snuggling her face into his chest with a yawn. He smiled over her head and kissed her on the forehead again. Lately she’d gone from fully awake to sleeping like the dead in minutes. It always amused him.
“I know you do but sometimes doctors are wrong, and I can’t chance it. You’re both too important to me,” he said, hugging her to his chest and hoping that he never had to find out what living without her would be like. Before he’d known her, he hadn’t known better but now that he did, he just couldn’t imagine it.
“You’re being so silly,” she said with a big yawn in the middle. Peanut kissed her nose and each eye. His heart tight with love and another tender emotion he only felt with her and Jasmine. He suspected he’d have the same feeling for his son once he was born.
“Go to sleep, Lovely. You’re tired and I want you to get some rest.”
“Fin—ne,” she said, letting out another big yawn.
He held her until she was asleep a few minutes later before easing from the bed to take care of things in the bathroom. Afterwards he climbed in beside her and snuggled up to her. She mumbled a protest when his cold feet touched her legs and he grinned against her temple. He fell asleep with her head resting on his shoulder and his hand cupping her hip, content with holding his perfect woman close.
It was four hours later in the wee hours of the night that she woke him up to tell him her water had broken. He panicked and called nearly everyone he knew before waking Jasmine and driving them to the hospital. He likely broke at least ten speeding laws on the way but at least they all made it in one piece. It was at five forty-two am that Jared Jackson Davies was born with a room full of bikers and one very excited older sister to welcome him as the newest member of the Devils Arms family.
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Chapter 1
Leaning against the wall alone in the middle of a party sucked. Ella Danford wondered again why she’d let her roommate Clara convince her that coming to this party was a rite of passage. She replayed the scene in her head hearing Clara’s bold clam that if Ella missed out on the experience of a raging frat party in her last year of college that she’d regret it for the rest of her life. Rolling her eyes at Clara’s over dramatization, she realized that she should have listened to her gut and stayed home. Having lived through three years of college life without coming to a single frat party she really should have ignored her roomie’s ridiculousness. Clara had promised when convincing Ella to come here tonight that she’d stay with her every moment and make sure that Ella had the time of her life.
Ha, yeah right!
It had been less than twenty minutes after entering the Sigma Phi house that Clara had let her boyfriend Todd drag her off leaving Ella alone—again. It seemed to be what Clara did best and after months of living with her she should have known better than to follow her to this dumb party. How many times had Clara flaked on plans they’d had? More than a dozen at least so by now Ella should be used to this bullshit. Somehow, she wasn’t. Feeling more than awkward watching the giggling co-eds and giant jocks that were playing some kind of drinking game on the couch near her as they screamed and shouted before pounding back shots.
It was slightly entertaining to watch them but Ella knew she should just leave. It wasn’t like Clara would even remember she’d left her by the wall without anyone to talk to. Glancing around questioning her sanity for coming here, she realized it was all because she didn’t want to stay in the rut she’d fallen into since she’d stepped foot on the campus three years ago. College was supposed to be a
game changer for her. She almost snorted as that thought slithered through her head. Feeling fed up with herself, she lifted the red solo cup taking a sip. It was filled with some kind of spiked punch that a guy had handed her when she ventured into the kitchen earlier. Ella wouldn’t have taken it if she hadn’t seen him give it to three other people as he dipped it from the giant bowl in the kitchen by the keg. He’d looked young and a little awkward and Ella would bet he was a freshman rusher they’d forced to serve everyone.
Yep, alone at a raging party and still a virgin at twenty. College was such a game changer for her. Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help the little internal giggle that she refused to let out. Enough was enough. She was out of here. Her mind made up she set her cup down on a table full of discarded cups and shoved off the wall heading towards the large double doors. It was obvious that Clara wasn’t coming back to look for her anytime soon. Ha, she’d likely already forgotten that Ella was even here. It shouldn’t surprise her that her life at college wasn’t any different than life back in her small hometown of Trenton Florida—boring with a side of depressing.
Maybe she would never change and being boring was her lot in life. Ella moved through the crowd weaving her way towards the door watching the people around her with apathy. A girl nearby was leaning over while puking into a planter with her friend holding her hair back making Ella hope it was a fake plant because otherwise it would probably die by the end of the week. She moved around the two girls heading for the large double doors she’d go study for her American lit test. She needed an A on it anyway and she’d only studied for an hour this morning between classes. She was only a foot from the door when it burst open and a booming voice called out.
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