Page 72 of Demo

Paige braced both hands against the front door. Demo had his left hand on her hip to help guide her and his right continued to play with her nipple. Her back pressed against his chest, their hearts thundering against each other.

He fucked her slow at first, letting her adjust. Eventually, though, he simply couldn’t stop himself. He increased his speed, pounding into her again and again. Her moans grew louder with each thrust. Aware they were out in the open where small people could come walking in on them at any moment, Demo brought his left palm up to her mouth to help muffle her cries of pleasure.

Dropping his right hand down, he rubbed ruthlessly against her engorged clit.

Paige cried out as she came around his cock, his palm blocking the sound.

The feel of her inner walls fluttering around him had Demo coming too. He pressed his mouth to the back of her head, burying his face in her thick curls to dampen his own noises.

They fell against each other, Paige’s arms giving out until they were both using the door to stay upright. Demo held her close, savoring the smell and feel that was Paige.

“How did I get so lucky as to find you?” he muttered against her hair.

“Pretty sure you had no choice.” Her voice was breathless from their shared passion, but humor rang loudly. “Steel threatened to drag you to me by the ear, if you recall.”

Demo chuckled. “Remind me to send him a Thank You card.”

Since the boyshad gone to bed without a bath the night before, Demo and Paige spent most of the morning in the bathroom with them trying to contain the water to the limits of the porcelain tub. Demo didn’t have a spare change of clothes with him, so he removed his sweater—much to Paige’s appreciation.

It was very domestic, the act of giving two giggling and squirming boys a bath. It certainly hadn’t been on the list of things Demo expected to be doing with them that day. But there was a simplicity to it that brought joy to him.

Both Mikey and Nelly were big enough that they could sit up on their own and only needed assistance with the actual bathing part. Paige had a couple of water toys for them. Demo didn’t know much about kids or their needs, but he couldn’t help feeling like the number of toys was limited. It wouldn’t shock him in the slightest if he learned that Paige had to sell some, or most, of their toys. He’d picked up early on that they didn’t have electronics in the house other than Paige’s phone.

He wished he could do more. He wasn’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but he lived comfortably. He didn’t pay rent or utilities living at the clubhouse. He owned his Bronco and hog outright. With limited expenses, he’d been able to save a good chunk of change.

He’d spend every last quarter on Paige and these wiggly, soaked boys if she’d let him. All he would ask for in return would be a kiss. He would never demand sex or even the promise of a life with him in exchange for helping her. That wouldn’t be right, nor would it be honorable. All he needed was her happiness.

SomeDisneysoundtrack was playing on his phone. He knew Paige had a cheaper, limited-data phone plan so he offered to stream the music from his account. Christ, it would be so simple to add her to his phone line if she would let him.

Richard Wagner’sRide of the Valkyriesinterrupted a song about not talking about some guy named Bruno.

Paige’s eyebrows flew up in confusion as Demo dried his hands off with the towel that had been covering his lap.

“Scotty likes to change our ringtones,” Demo said in way of explaining the song choice. “Lila’s been helping him to expand his song choices.”

“Is that why Bulldog’s ringtone wasI’m Sexy and I Know Itthe other day?”

Demo laughed as he reached for his phone that was sitting up on the bathroom vanity, safely out of the splash zone. Unlike him. He’d had to move a towel to his lap to save his jeans or risk needing to take those off too.

Paige might be comfortable with him helping to bathe the boys, but he was pretty sure that would change if he started stripping down to his birthday suit too.

“No doubt,” he answered Paige as he slid his thumb across the screen. “Steel, what’s up?”

“Are you with Paige?” his President asked without preamble.

“Yes,” Demo answered honestly. Paige and he were sitting close enough on the tiled floor beside the tub that there was a chance she could hear Steel’s voice without Demo having to put his phone on speaker. To warn Steel that she was near without being obvious, Demo said, “We’re giving the boys a bath. What’s up?”

Steel got the message. “Are you able to come to the clubhouse when you’re done? There’s no rush. It’s not going to change what we discovered.”

Demo’s eyes flew to Paige. She stiffened, having heard. He raised an eyebrow at her. Steel hadn’t phrased his statement like a question for Demo’s benefit. “Did you hear him?”

Paige nodded rigidly. “Just tell me.” Even her voice sounded stilted. Demo tilted the phone more towards her. The boys were playing obliviously beside them. “Just tell me, Steel. Please.”

Steel didn’t say anything for a moment and then his gruff voice changed her life forever. “He’s dead, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

Paige let out a mix between a sob and a whimper. She closed her eyes, turning her face into her right shoulder.

Demo transferred his phone to his left hand and brought it to his ear. “We’ll be there as soon as we can,” he told Steel as he placed his right hand on Paige’s shoulder.

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