“Angel, will you call me when you get this? Just want to make sure you’re okay.”
* * *
Lyric
“Angel, will you call me when you get this? Just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I think you’ve lost your ever-blessed mind,” I whispered out loud.
Angel?
Um, no.
Will you call me when you get this?
Again, no.
I grabbed my bag and joined my family in the kitchen where we were communing before heading up to the Dogs of Fire club for a family night. I, for one, was looking forward to good food and loud music. I needed a distraction.
“Okay, family, in the car,” Harmony directed, and the kids made a run for the garage.
“They’re almost as excited as I am,” I said with a laugh.
“Oh my god, they love family nights. And I love that I can drink whatever I want and Jaxon is the designated driver.”
“Well, tonight I can do that if he wants to drink.”
She grinned. “That’s true, huh?”
We headed into the garage and climbed into the car, then Jaxon drove us out to the club, arriving to find the parking lot filled with more bikes than you’d see at a Harley dealership, along with a few other vehicles as well.
As soon as the kids were released from their booster seats, they made a run for the doors and were inside before we’d even hit the threshold. Jaxon jogged after them and Harmony and I followed with the desserts and wine we’d brought.
We headed into the kitchen, finding Maisie inside with her daughter, Poppy, laughing about something, but when they saw us, they rushed to help.
“I didn’t realize you were coming as well,” Poppy said, hugging me. “I’m so glad.”
I’d met the entire Portland club last Christmas when Melody and I’d come for their Christmas fundraiser. It was a blast and I planned to join them every year I could.
“Surprise,” I said with a laugh.
“Now I get it,” Maisie said, hugging me as well.
“You get what?” I asked.
“You’re here.”
“Yes. I’m here… to see Harmony.”
“No. I mean you’re here, so he’s here.”
“I’m sorry, Maisie, I’m not tracking,” I admitted.
She pulled away and smiled. “You don’t know?”
“I don’t know what?”
“Darling, Doom’s here.”
“What?” I rasped.
“What do you mean, he’s here?” Harmony demanded.
“He flew in this morning,” Maisie said.
“What?” I squeaked. “Why?”
“For you, obviously,” Maisie said.
“I need to go,” I whispered, turning to my sister. “I need to go.”
“Okay, honey. I’ll get the keys and take you home.”
I shook my head. “No, I’ll Uber. It’s okay. Just get me out of here.”
“Too late, love,” Maisie said, and I saw Doom walk in with Hatch.
God, he looked wrecked.
Good. He should.
“Hey,” he said.
“I was just leaving,” I said. “Sorry, Maisie.”
“I’ll get the keys,” Harmony repeated.
I shook my head. “You stay. I’ll grab an Uber.”
“You’re not goin’ anywhere alone, Lyric.”
This came from Doom, and it was almost my undoing.
Almost.
“I’m going to kill him, NiNi,” I hiss-pered. “Not a hair, not a fiber.”
“You probably shouldn’t say that in front of me.” Harmony smiled gently. “FBI and all.”
I scowled. “I don’t plan on leaving any witnesses.”
Harmony laughed. “Give me two minutes and I’ll get—”
“I will take you home, but not until after we talk,” Doom said, cutting off my sister.
I glared at him. “Don’t interrupt my sister when she’s being ridiculous.”
“I apologize, Harmony.” He crossed his big, beefy arms. “I’d like to borrow your sister for a few minutes.”
Harmony looked at me. “It’s up to you, LiLi.”
I stared at my sister, keeping my back to Doom. “I don’t know if I can,” I whispered.
“Sweetness, you’ll never know if you don’t try.”
I nodded and turned to face Doom again. “Five minutes.”
He held his hand out to me, but I refused to touch him as I followed him out of the kitchen, down a hall and upstairs. He opened a door at the top of the stairs and stepped back so I could precede him in, flipping the light on as I walked inside.
“You got your boot off,” he said.
I nodded. “Yesterday.”
“You hurtin’?”
“Not so far.” I faced him. “But I don’t think you want to waste your five minutes on discussing my boot, do you?”
“Jesus, I was an ass.”
I sighed. “No you weren’t.”
“How do you figure?”
“You were just sticking with the terms of our agreement, Doom,” I said. “I didn’t fault you for that.”
“Yeah, but I did.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
“No.”
“Yes. I should have told you sooner, but on top of being an ass, I’m stubborn as all get out—”
“Oh my god. Stop,” I hissed, heading for the door. I almost tripped on my skirt. Because I’d been forced to pack quickly, I’d packed my trusty maxi skirts that accommodated my boot, which were now a tad long with just flipflops on.
He grabbed my arm gently and pulled me back to him. “Angel, I need to say this.”
I burst into tears and tore my arm from him. “Don’t touch me!”
“Jesus, what the hell’s wrong?”
I waved my hands in front of my face, as I was in serious danger of hyperventilating. “Oh, god.”
“Baby, what the fuck?” he whispered, closing the distance between us.
He reached out to me but didn’t touch me. Just waited for me to come to him.
“You don’t und…er…stand,” I sobbed. “I’m so…sor…sor…sorry.”
“Lyric, I know you were with that Wes guy. I don’t care about—”
“No!” I growled, trying to wipe my face as I took a deep breath.
“Jesus, you need to sit down before you pass out,” he said, inching toward me.
“I need to go.”
“You’re not goin’ anywhere until we work this out.”
I shook my head. “I need to go.”
He wrapped his arms around me and I tried to push away but he held tight. “Baby, talk to me.”
I couldn’t breathe, let alone talk.
He lifted me, carrying me to the chair against the window, sitting down and settling me in his lap. “It’s okay, Angel, I’ve got you.”
I had no fight left in me. I laid my head on his shoulder pressed my face into his neck, crying for everything I’d lost, then gained, and what I was about to lose again. I was sure the second he found out I was pregnant with a baby that probably wouldn’t make it to term, he’d freak and run again. And I just knew it would break me, so I took what he offered for the moment, hoping it would be a memory I could pull from when I needed it.
It took several minutes for the hiccups and sobbing to calm, and Doom held me, stroking my hair as I gripped his vest and took in his essence.
“You’re okay,” he whispered. “You can tell me anything.”
“Not this, I can’t.”
“Baby, you can.” I tried to push off his lap, but he held firm. “Settle.”
“Doom, you’re not going to like what I have to tell you.”
“You’re still stayin’ right here while you say it.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Doom
I WAS SURE I’d heard her wrong. “Come again?”
“I’m pregnant. With your baby,
” she added in a rush. “I have no idea how it happened. It probably won’t make it to term, but it’s still a miracle. Somehow my uterus healed itself, and now it’s cradling our baby. But it’s a hope I’m scared to death to believe in, because I’m probably going to get my heart ripped out of my chest.”
“What?” I rasped, my heart in my throat.
She made a lame attempt to push at my shoulders. “Can I get up now?”
“No.” I held her tighter. “Tell me everything.”
“I was scheduled to go in and have the boot removed, but I passed out before my appointment, so they rushed me to the emergency room. When they ran tests and took X-rays to check for blood clots and whatnot, they discovered I was pregnant. I didn’t believe them, so Alec insisted on a vaginal ultrasound—”
“Who’s Alec?”
“Dr. Stone. You know Jaxon’s partner, Dallas?”
I nodded. I knew of him, sort of.
“His brother.” She frowned. “Can I finish now? Without you derailing me.”
“Sorry, yes.”
“Alec did the ultrasound, and, well, sure enough, there’s a little blip in there,” she said, running her hand over her belly. “But I have to see my OB because it’s not supposed to be possible, which means it probably isn’t and I’m probably going to lose the baby. I didn’t want you to know because I don’t want you to lose another child—”
Jesus, I couldn’t watch her beautiful mouth form words anymore. I had to taste her. I pulled her head down and covered her mouth with mine, cutting off her worries.
She pushed away, breaking the kiss. “Don’t, Lincoln. You’re just making it harder to walk away.”
“Who’s walking away?”
“I’m assuming you are,” she rasped.
“Oh, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Neither are you.”
“What?” she whispered.
“I love you.”
“What?” she whispered again.
“I’ve been angry for a long fuckin’ time and it’s time I pull my head outta my ass and come into the light, don’t you think?” I stroked her cheek, needing to feel the softness of her skin. “I have a second chance. One that is seemingly a miracle for both of us, and I’m gonna take it. Are you with me?”
“What if the baby…?” she didn’t finish the thought and I was grateful for that.
“Nothing’s gonna happen to the baby, honey. But, whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” I smiled. “I can do this if you’re with me.”
“You won’t leave me?”
God, she was cute. Her nose and cheeks were red, but her light blue eyes were bright and all I saw was unconditional love staring back at me. The thought of ever being separated from her again gutted me. “I won’t leave you.”
She gripped my chin. “I’m serious, Lincoln. If you try to walk away, I will end you. No one will find anything. Not a hair, not a fiber…no marrow, no nothing.”
I grinned. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
She kissed me, smiling against my lips. “By the way, I was never with Wes.”
My heart raced. “No?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t want to deal with my boot.”
“Pussy.”
She let out a quiet snort. “Well, he certainly missed out on mine, yes.” Snuggling close again, she whispered, “I would have never slept with him.”
“You don’t think so?”
“No. I appreciate a man who’s willing to get creative. Case in point, I fell in love with you the second you propped my stupid leg up on pillows, and then, when you dumped me, it was confirmed.”
I cocked my head. “When I dumped you?”
“Well, it was actually right before it. When I found out Garrett was out, and all I wanted to do was call you because I knew you’d keep me safe.”
“Shit, Angel, I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
There she was. I smiled. “I was gonna keep you safe, Lyric.”
“I figured. But it’s not the same.”
I stroked her back. “Safe’s safe.”
“Safe by the man you love who doesn’t love you back, is not nearly as good as safe by the man you love who loves you back.”
I kissed her nose. “You’ve got a point.”
“Who’s watching your shop?”
“Rabbit and Alamo.”
“How long can you stay?”
“At least a week.” I slid a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I’m not leavin’ without you, though, so we’ll need to work that out.”
“Jaxon and Harmony want me here until the Garrett thing is sorted.”
“The Garrett thing could take a while, so we need to figure out an alternative that keeps you safe, but keeps you with me.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What do you propose?”
“Haven’t gotten that far yet,” I confessed. “You wouldn’t be willing to live at the compound until he’s behind bars or dead would you?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. If I’m not in my own home, then I want to be here with my sister. I don’t get to see her and the kids nearly enough as it is.”
“What about Booger?”
“Booger’s a cat, he’s happy eating dead things. Besides, he’s being well cared for and you know it.”
I sighed. “What about me?”
She smiled. “Am I, or am I not, sitting in your lap right now?”
“Yeah, but you’re not on my dick, are you?”
Her nostrils flared and her mouth parted as she gasped quietly. “Let me fix that.”
“You do that, Angel.”
Kicking her flipflops off, she lifted her skirt and straddled me, her heat pressing against my already hard cock, and kissed me deeply. Staring down at me, she stroked my beard. “I love you, Lincoln.”
“Love you, too, Lyric.”
“I want you to do me a favor,” she whispered.
“Anything.”
“I want you to fuck me super dirty.” Slipping her thumb into my mouth, she smiled. “From behind.”
Jesus, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but it did. I wrapped my arms around her and stood, kissing her again. She hooked her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bed and dropped her gently onto the mattress.
Before I could get her clothes off, however, someone banged on the door, and I had a feeling I knew exactly who it was.
“It’s probably Harmony,” Lyric said, sliding off the bed. “Give me a sec.”
* * *
Lyric
I inched open the door and smiled at my sister. “Everything’s okay.”
“I figured.” She handed me my purse. “Should I assume Doom will be bringing you home?”
“She’s not comin’ home tonight,” he countered.
“Hey, you haven’t groveled enough to make that statement, mister,” I bossed.
“Did you tell him?” she whispered.
I smiled and nodded. “It’s all really good, NiNi.”
“I can’t wait to hear about it. Will I see you before we leave?”
“Of course. We’ll be down in a bit.”
“An hour,” Doom countered, and I blushed. “At least.”
“I’ll see you down there,” Harmony said, and I closed and locked the door.
“You think you can last an hour?” I challenged, removing my T-shirt, then slipping out of my skirt.
He knelt in front of me, pressing his lips gently against my belly. “Hey, baby. Daddy here. I need you to look away now. I’m going to do some really nasty things to Mommy, and it might scar you for life.”
I giggled, even as tears filled my eyes. I slid my fingers into his hair and he smiled up at me. “We’re gonna have more,” he avowed.
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak.
“Twelve.”
I chuckled. “Let’s see if I can get this one to stick, okay?”
“We, baby. Let’s see if we can get this one to stick. You need to remember we’re in this togethe
r.”
“I’m thirty-six, honey, we’re gonna have to get to gettin’ if you want twelve.”
He rose to his feet. “Are you willing to try for three?”
I slid his vest off his shoulders. “Yep.”
“Four?”
I lifted his T-shirt and ran my tongue over his Dogs tattoo. “Sure.”
“Are you trying to distract me from talking about making babies?”
“By getting you in the mood to do the thing that makes them? After you’ve already made one?” I pushed his T-shirt up and off his head. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”
He chuckled, kicking off his boots, then kissing me again as he slid my bra straps down my arms. “Your tits are bigger.”
“There’s no way you’d notice that after a week.”
“I notice everything, Lyric,” he countered, unsnapping my bra and dropping it on the floor. Slipping his hand under the waistband of my panties and between my legs, he smiled. “Soaked.”
“So, you gonna make me wait through foreplay?”
He raised an eyebrow and tore my panties from my hips, and I couldn’t stop a quiet squeak. “What am I going to put back on?”
“Nothing,” he growled. “I’m gonna have full access to you all night.”
I bit my lip. “I can get behind that.”
“And now, I’m gonna get behind you. Lean over the chair.”
I shivered, stepping over to the chair and leaning over it while he removed his jeans and walked toward me slowly. He kicked my feet apart gently, sliding a finger through my wetness, then he pushed two inside of me. I dropped my head back with a whimper. I wanted his dick, not his fingers.
As his digits swept my walls, his other hand ran down my spine, whisper soft. “Patience, Angel.”
I groaned in frustration. “Doom.”
“You gonna ask nice like?”
“Please?”
Then he was inside of me and I was being fucked royally, my ass in the air as I anchored myself to the chair.
“Yes, honey, yes,” I hissed. “Harder.”
He complied, burying himself deeper, then faster and faster until I screamed his name, my body locking and walls contracting around him as his dick pulsed inside of me. He pulled out of me, helping me stand, then lifting me onto the bed, and stretching out beside me. Holding me close, he kissed me and ran his fingers over my hip. “Jesus Christ, I’ve missed you, Angel.”
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