Page 32 of Devil's Valentine

Amber reaches out and gives my woman’s arm a squeeze. “I’ve got it,” she says with confidence before winking at Scarlett, “and Valerie is here to make sure I do.”

Scarlett melts into me and nods. That’s all I need. I help her into her office to grab her stuff and then guide her out of the bakery. Valerie got the rundown on everything that happened this morning and is clearly relieved that I’m taking Scarlett home when we walk out into the front and towards the front door since that’s where Scarlett is still parked.

Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere, I had a Prospect come by and pick up my bike hours ago. I won’t let my woman drive when she’s barely hanging on.

The drive to the clubhouse is quiet and I let Scarlett escape into her head. I’m sure it’s swirling with questions, fears, and worries.

I’m not going to be the one to tell her she’s wrong to feel the way she does. This whole thing went in a completely different direction than anyone expected.

But, hopefully, it’s all for the best.

She had no idea she had brothers out there, and now they’re going to be in her life. The club will use whatever resources and spend whatever money is necessary to make it happen. It’s amazing what money can do in cases like these.

My woman doesn’t notice when we drive right past the clubhouse. It’s only when we park in front of my house that she seems to perk up.

Her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks over at me and then back at the house. “Where are we?”

“Our place,” I tell her simply and she blinks at me in surprise a few times.

I don’t give her a chance to say anything as I get out of her car and make my way around to her side. As I lead her up to the front door, I watch her face, hoping she likes what she sees.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathes out while taking in all the details on my Victorian style home.

“I want you to move in here with me,” I tell her as I unlock the door and let her step inside in front of me.

She whirls around, more curly tendrils falling from the messy bun on top of her head. I chuckle as I reach up and pull the bandfrom her hair, loving the way her curls fall around her face and shoulders.

“You know,” she pauses while biting her lip with nerves before she squares her shoulders, her voice becoming more determined, “if things have changed for you now, I’ll understand.”

I close the distance between us and cup my woman’s face. Her skin is always so fucking soft, and I almost get lost in how much I love to touch her, but this is important.

“Nothing has changed,” I tell her fiercely, “other than the fact that we now have two boys to help heal and raise. They’ll have all the love that they should have had from the beginning. We’ll give them the family they deserve.”

Her breath hitches, her voice wobbly, “Are you sure?”

“Scarlett,” my voice drops an octave, “you’re it for me. I love you. I love your heart and how fucking big it is. This morning, I watched you fall in love with those boys and it’s clear that it doesn’t matter if they’re your blood brothers or not. You’re going to protect them like a mama bear and I’m so fucking excited to be at your side while you do. I will love them right along with you and show them what it means to have a home that is safe and secure. We’ll give them that. Together.”

She throws herself at me while she breaks down in sobs and I’m more than happy to hold her against my chest while she feels everything.

“I know it doesn’t make sense,” she gets out slowly, “but I know in my heart that they are my brothers. I just know it.”

I nod and press a kiss to the top of my woman’s head. “I know,” I agree with her, “I have no doubt the DNA test will prove it which will make getting them under our care much easier.”

She pulls back from me so quickly that I almost lose my grip on her. Her eyes are earnest and filled with love. “Thank you,” she breathes as I use my thumbs to wipe away her tears. “You and this club, thank you.”

I know what she’s saying because I can feel the sincerity flowing from her. “We’re your family,” I remind her.

As she nods slowly, I watch the turmoil and the sadness ebb away to be replaced with something hotter, more demanding, and much needier. She glances around the living room and then starts to move me backwards toward the sofa.

I tease her, “Don’t you want to see the rest of the house? There are six bedrooms. I’ll need help decorating because I haven’t touched any of them except for the primary.”

With a little shove I fall back on the couch. “Later,” she rasps and my cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans.

She gets to her knees in front of me and I almost come in my fucking pants. She looks damn good on her knees in front of me and the way she’s licking her lips as she stares at the obvious bulge that I’m sporting is sexy as fuck.

Her hands run up and down my thighs, teasing me with her touch and not giving me what I want and need. The little fucking minx.

Her brown eyes take me in, and one side of her mouth turns up in a seductive little smile. “Dean,” she whispers and reaches for my belt buckle, undoing it and then my jeans until she’s able to pull out my cock. I stand at attention for her and pre-cumbeads at the tip. “You said you love me,” her eyes flit up to mine and hold my gaze.

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