Demented Sons Series Volume One: Books 1-4 (Demented Sons MC Iowa)

by Kristine Allen

  “Are you ready, Ms. Quinn?” The nurse interrupted from the doorway.

  Standing and gently placing my small overnight bag over the wheelchair handle, he surrendered me to my nurse. She pushed me out of the room and through the hospital entrance.

  Colton tucked me carefully into the car and buckled my seat belt, ensuring it didn’t place undue pressure on my injuries. God, his consideration was going to be the death of me. He left me feeling so conflicted. On one hand, I craved his touch and his love, but on the other, I didn’t feel good enough for him anymore.

  After getting me settled, he waved to my nurse, who repeated my instructions to stop and walk around every hour or so, and jogged around my SUV.

  I watched the muscles in his arms flex and bulge as he climbed in the driver side. Fuck me, he was sexy as shit. Yeah, I wanted to taste him too. So much so that my mouth felt like it was literally watering.

  It shouldn’t be normal to be sexually attracted to someone after being a victim of a sexual assault. Blinking rapidly to clear my eyes, I thought about the list of counselors from my area the nurse had given me. Though I’d told her I didn’t need it, maybe I was wrong.

  He looked at me briefly, flashing those dimples like a weapon as we pulled out and into traffic, heading home to my parents’.

  It was going to be a long three hours.

  I could fucking smell her.

  She must have showered before I got there, because her golden hair was shimmering down her back, ending in thick, looping curls. It smelled like strawberries or some fruity shit, and it was intoxicating.

  My fucking cock was straining against the denim of my jeans. Fuck, I was a first-class asswipe for being horny when I knew she was still hurting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to control my body’s desire for her when we were so close.

  It was fucking crazy. I needed to distract myself and quick.

  “So the doctors said you made an amazing recovery, all things considered.” Fucking smooth, Romeo. Why couldn’t I think of anything intelligent to fucking say to her? I knew she didn’t want to talk about her injuries.

  “Yeah, I guess so.” She continued to look out the window. We’d been driving for over an hour, and we’d hardly spoken two words up until now. Her next words were so soft I was afraid I’d imagined she’d spoken. “They told you, didn’t they? About the baby.”

  She chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

  Oh fuck. We’re going there first.

  “Yeah.”

  Silence.

  “Colton, I—”

  “Stephanie—”

  We both started to speak, and then stopped as we each waited for the other to continue. I finally broke the silence.

  “Look, baby, I know condoms aren’t always 100 percent. I get that. I don’t blame you at all. Shit happens, and sometimes it’s meant to be. So Remi will be a big sister. There’re worse things in the world, right? Just promise me we’ll get through this together. I want us to at least try to be a family, Stephanie. I want that so bad, you have no idea.” I tried to get everything out in one breath before I lost my courage.

  When a tear escaped her eye, I crumbled. Damn, I fucking hated to see her cry. It ripped at my soul. Shit, please don’t let her tell me no. Not now. Not ever.

  “Colton, what if the baby isn’t yours?” A sob escaped her as she tried not to cry. “I don’t remember what happened. My days have all run together. I can’t even remember how long he had me. I have to go by what everyone is telling me because I can’t remember! What if this baby is his? How can I expect you to love this baby if that’s the case? I just can’t do that to you, don’t you understand?”

  “Stephanie, stop it. Was there anyone in the weeks before we found each other again?” She shook her head. “Then I absolutely believe this baby is mine. The ultrasound showed that you’re too far along for it to be his. I believe they know their shit. Regardless of what may or may not have happened, this baby is a part of you, and I love you, so I’ll love this baby. Okay? You are mine. Remi is mine. This baby is mine. Period.”

  She turned to me slowly, like she was in a trance, her hand frozen in midair as she had reached to wipe away another tear.

  It dawned on me what I had just said. Oh shit.

  Briefly, I closed my eyes before returning them to the road. Gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white, I quickly glanced over to her again. She still hadn’t moved. That was not exactly how I’d planned to tell her. Fuck. I was such an idiot.

  “Do you mean it, Colton? Or was that a slip of the tongue?” she whispered.

  “Look, baby, I don’t expect you to feel the same about me. I just needed you to know how I feel about you. This wasn’t exactly how I planned to tell you, but hey, like I said, shit happens. But yeah, I fucking love your stubborn ass. I’m fucking crazy about you, and I cannot imagine my life without you and Remi as a part of it. When I thought I’d lost you, I wanted to die with you. I couldn’t fathom going on in life without you.” I looked at her, pleading without words for her to give us a chance.

  Silence enveloped us for several miles while she sat with her head resting back on the seat and her eyes closed.

  “Colton, stop the car.” She reached over, grasping my arm in a death grip. I didn’t know if she was hurting or wanting to get away from me. “Reaper! Stop the fucking car!” she screamed at me. I quickly swerved over to the shoulder and hit the brakes as easy as I could without hurting her.

  “Baby, what? Please don’t hate me for having shit for romance or delicacy when telling you how I feel. Don’t push me away. Please….” I’d never begged like a fucking child in my life, but for this girl? Yeah, I’d fucking beg. The thought of her walking away after I’d bared my soul to her straight-up eviscerated me.

  Tears ran in a steady stream down her face. She was gasping for breath and panting like a wild thing. Her eyes were staring off into space, and I thought she might hyperventilate.

  Her door flew open, and she started to vomit out the door. Leaning over quickly, I grasped her hair, keeping it pulled back. When she was finished, she chugged some of her drink and spit it out. Finally, she turned her head to me and covered her mouth with a delicate hand. The other cradled her healing abdomen.

  “Oh hell… I’m sorry. Colton, I remember. Jesus, God, I just remembered some of what happened. What he did to me. I remember lying there praying for you and thinking I was going to die without you knowing I love you. He was crazy. He was going to kill me. You saved me. You killed him and saved me.” Ghost white, she had the look of someone who was in shock, and she was scaring me.

  “I should’ve found you sooner, baby, and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I let you down. If only I’d have found you before he hurt you….” I was at a loss to continue.

  “But you found me. Colton, you found me. This is your baby. It has to be.” Her face was still white, and she struggled with her next words. “Please, it can’t be anyone’s baby but yours. That’s what they said, right?”

  I nodded.

  My heart was racing, and I wanted to smile at the thought of being there for our baby as it grew in her belly. Then I felt a moment’s guilt. Should I be happy and smiling when she’d remembered some of the shit that fucking freak did to her? The situation was touchy, and I didn’t know the best way to handle it.

  Leaning over to her so she didn’t have to twist in her seat and hurt herself, I held her face in the palms of my hands so she was looking at me. Brushing away the tears streaming down her pale cheeks, I ran the pad of one thumb across her lips.

  The kiss we shared was slow, tender, and loving. It was full of amazing fucking things. The girl sitting by me, the mother of my children, was mine. All mine. Amazingly mine. I’d never take that for granted.

  “I love you, baby. Heart and soul. You’re my angel, and I’m never letting you go.” I followed my declaration with kisses. Those led to nips along the side of her neck, running my tongue along the outer shell of her ea
r, and capturing the lobe between my lips and teeth.

  “Colton,” she whispered. “Please.” Panting, she sat there with her eyes closed, lashes fanned over her cheeks, and her luscious lips parted.

  What the fuck was I doing? She’d been assaulted. She’d just gotten out of the hospital, and there I was acting like some horny bastard teenage kid.

  Shit, I was a douche. I groaned and kissed her lightly once more.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry. We can’t, it’s too soon. You’re still hurting. That was a dick move on my part.” My head fell back to the headrest, and I closed my eyes, trying like hell to regroup.

  Fuck.

  Just fuck.

  “Well, then I’m just as guilty, because I wanted you too. Colton, I don’t want to be a victim for the rest of my life.” The pleading in her voice told me she wasn’t angry, and I looked at her in question.

  Though her eyes were tear-filled, her cheeks were covered in a rosy blush, and a sad smile flirted with her lush lips.

  “Take me home.” She took a shaky deep breath before smiling sweetly at me, and I couldn’t hold in my happiness.

  The girl was fucking amazing.

  And she belonged to me.

  IT’D BEEN TWO MONTHS since I’d returned home, and Colton had been so amazing and loving while I finished my recovery.

  For the most part, I was pretty much healed, though my scars were still pretty dark and angry-looking, and at times my abdomen hurt if I moved wrong. Not too often, but it still happened. My doctor said that would be normal as I healed on the inside and the scar tissue within healed and stretched or pulled loose. Adhesions, he’d called it.

  As soon as I’d felt up to being out and about, Colton had brought me by his house, and I instantly fell in love. Remi and I were moving in with him over the weekend. I’d already visualized the changes I wanted to make in decorating and painting, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

  When he admitted that he’d bought the house with me and Remi in mind, I couldn’t help but throw my arms around him and kiss him. The gruff biker badass was a secret softy, and I loved him.

  During this time, my dad, brothers, and Colton had been working every free moment to make the changes I wanted to implement down at the Oasis. My plan was to change the look of the interior to resemble an old-time pub, complete with green glass lights and brass rails on the bar.

  The pending “Grand Reopening of The Oasis Pub” was scheduled for about a month and a half from now. I’d decided to leave the name intact for posterity and continuity.

  Becca had been calling to check on me periodically, but I wasn’t sure which of us should be more worried. Her current situation was shit.

  “I really want to be there for your party, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to.” Becca sounded so upset. Not that I’d tell her, but I was pissed that her boyfriend was such a dick about her coming up.

  “I understand, but I’ll keep my fingers crossed.” Even though I knew better.

  “How have you been doing?” Hesitancy was heavy in her tone and I hated it.

  “Better,” I said. It was a relief to be able to honestly answer that question.

  “Okay, I gotta run. Trevor will be home soon.”

  I rolled my eyes. “No problem, hon. Talk to you later.” Even though I wanted to confront her about Trevor, the last time hadn’t gone well. She hadn’t talked to me for weeks.

  We ended the call and I pulled out my outfit for the night.

  Since I’d been released, Colton often stayed with me at my parents’ house. Each time I woke up in a panic after my nightmares, he’d hold me. He’d kiss me, hug me, and stroke me gently. While comforting, it was also whipping my emotions and sexual tension into a frenzy.

  I’d been seeing a counselor, and though it was emotionally painful, she was helping me let go of the trauma. I’d been given the okay by both my doctor and therapist to resume sexual activities. Even still, Colton refused to have sex with me for fear of hurting me. He was also afraid of traumatizing me after what Michael had done. What that all amounted to was me being undeniably sexually frustrated.

  I’d decided I was going to have to take drastic measures.

  I’d arranged for my parents to watch Remi and convinced Colton to drive up to Fairmont, Minnesota, to have dinner.

  Determined to seduce my man, I’d ordered some sexy lingerie complete with a garter belt and sheer stockings. I’d planned to wear it under a figure-hugging black dress that dipped down low over my back with three ropelike strings that held the two sides from falling down.

  As I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of my childhood bedroom door, I smoothed my hands over my belly. It was still fairly flat, but I was early in my pregnancy. Thankfully, my morning sickness had been minimal this time.

  Pushing down my insecurities, I slipped on my new black heels and cautiously descended the stairs. Sheesh, I should’ve waited to put them on until I got downstairs. I could hear Remi chattering in the kitchen with my mom.

  Colton would be there any minute. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him. Would the mere thought of him ever stop affecting me that way?

  “Momma pwetty!” Remi clapped her hands with joy and displayed her devastatingly precious dimpled smile as she saw me enter the kitchen.

  “Yes, she certainly is, my princess.” The low voice behind me startled me, and I jumped, placing my hand to my heart as if I could actually slow its racing pace with a touch.

  Colton stood there with his hands behind his back and a sly grin on his face, torturing me with his sexy dimples. He’d shaved, bringing them to their full glory.

  Evil, evil man. He wasn’t playing fair with my heart and body. When he pulled a bouquet of deep red roses tied with a burgundy ribbon from behind his back, I almost cried.

  He was pulling out all the stops. Hmmmm, what did he want? I knew what I wanted, but were we on the same page? I raised an eyebrow as I grinned from ear to ear.

  “Well, well, look at this handsome man. I don’t know if my boyfriend will appreciate you bringing me flowers like this. He’s a big scary biker, you know,” I teased him as I buried my nose in the velvety petals, breathing in the rich scent.

  Peeking up at him, I saw he was dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a dark teal, long-sleeve button-up shirt that made his eyes look midnight blue.

  Remi raced to her daddy, plowing into his legs with a squeal. Playfully growling, he scooped her up. She kissed him, then leaned over to kiss me. God, I loved our little family.

  “I’ll have to kick his ass if he shows up, then.” The dimples flashed again.

  “Kick his ass!” Remi hooted. My mouth dropped open in horror, and Colton had the nerve to laugh as he covered Remi’s mouth with two fingers.

  “Shh! Little princesses don’t say that.” He grinned.

  Oh Lord, help me.

  When Stephanie asked if we could have dinner and the evening alone, she played right into my hands and had no idea. I’d been planning a night like that for about a week.

  Lying next to her each night and holding her close to me was sweet torture, but I wasn’t going to push myself on her until she was ready. I was fucking greedy, but I wasn’t a total bastard. We needed this night together, just us. We had a lot to talk about, and I had a surprise at the house I wanted to show her.

  Dinner was excellent at the little family steakhouse, and I was so damn amazed at how easy conversation flowed between this woman and me. We never had uncomfortable pauses in our conversation anymore, and when silence did enter the picture, it was comfortable and enjoyable.

  We fit together like a perfect puzzle.

  The past month had been the best of my life. Granted, my cock felt like I was punishing it, and I went through a shit-ton of soap in the shower. But I wasn’t going to fuck up the healing Stephanie was working on both emotionally and physically.

  There was no time limit. I’d wait for as long as it took for my beautiful woman. Becau
se I fucking loved her. Completely and totally.

  We pulled up to the house as the sun was setting and the sky was a brilliant watercolor blend. My girl’s smile when she looked at her house—’cause yeah, it was totally her fucking house, even if she didn’t know it yet—made my heart swell with happiness.

  Who would’ve ever thought this would be my life? Hollywood still gave me shit about being all “domesticated,” but I knew he was happy as fuck for me.

  I loved him. He’d saved me when I was at my lowest. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be there enjoying the amazing view in the cab of my truck.

  “I have something to show you, baby.” I got out of the truck and went around to open her door and help her out. There was nothing better than watching her sexy-ass long legs step down from the truck to the ground.

  Pathetically, I had a fucking hard-on just looking at her legs. She was gonna be the fucking death of me.

  Fingers intertwined, I held her hand and led her into the dark house, flipping on lights as we walked through. When I reached the master bedroom door, I turned and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. The feel of her body against mine sent damn shock waves through me. After all this time, she still affected me.

  “Close your eyes, baby.”

  “What are you up to?” She looked at me with a suspicious smirk.

  “You’ll see.”

  I waited for her to close her eyes before opening the door and leading her in, watching her closely as I told her to open them. Her pleasure and surprise were worth all the skipped lunches this week. I’d finished the bedroom and master bath with her in mind.

  The walls were a soft tan with a dark chocolate accent wall. The bed was a king-size four-poster with thick carved posts in a light oak. The floors were a darker oak with plush throw rugs in brown, tan, and aqua, which accented the damask comforter.