Page 35 of Devil's Valentine

The moment I step inside the house, I freeze.

There are rose petals everywhere, electric candles all over the place, and the scent of something delicious coming from the kitchen and my mouth waters. It’s simple and fucking perfect.

Dean’s strong arms wrap around me from behind and I lean back against his solid chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sugar,” he rasps against the shell of my ear, and I shiver in his arms.

I turn around in his arms and blink up at my man. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course,” his voice drops an octave. “And I have something else to show you.”

My eyes widen and I wave a hand around the space, “This is more than enough.”

“Not even close,” he insists as he takes my hand and leads me upstairs.

We stop at a closed bedroom door, and I gasp when I see the simple bedframe and bed sitting in the middle of the room. I barely get to take it in before he leads me across the hall to show me the same set-up.

“It’s for the boys. I wanted to get started getting the house ready for them, but I also want them to be able to choose what they want in their space.”

I turn and wrap an arm around my man’s neck and pull him down to me. I kiss him with all the love I feel, all of the joy that he brings me, and all the hope I have for our future.

“I love you so much, Dean,” I whisper against his lips and feel his own curl into a smile.

“I love you. We’ll start with the expanding our family with the boys, but one day,” his hand slides down and rests over my tummy, “we’ll be growing it with babies.”

My heart starts pounding as warmth fills me. All I can do is nod.

“Let’s go enjoy an early dinner,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel, “and then an early night.”

I throw my head back and laugh but eagerly follow behind him as he takes me into the dining room. He refused to let me help serve dinner. This man takes such good care of me that I almost can’t believe it sometimes.

We talk about everything and nothing as we eat. The way he’s opened his heart and his home to me and now my brothers has me falling even deeper in love with this man. I know how lucky I am, and I’ll never squander the love I’ve been given.

When I walk into our bedroom after dinner, I’m met with another surprise. Not only is more of my stuff, which wasn’t there this morning in the room, but there’s a leather cut laying on the bed and surrounded by more rose petals.

Dean’s chest presses against my back and his warmth seeps into me. “My Sugar,” he rumbles, “I know you needed to get through this busy time at the bakery before we moved you in officially, but I didn’t want to wait another day. You’re all moved in and all my stuff from the clubhouse is here now as well. We’llstill have that room if we need it, but this is now, officially, our home.”

I spin around and look into his dark eyes to find love reflecting back at me. My voice wobbles with emotion, “Okay. And the cut?”

Dean grins and starts to undress me slowly. We stare at each other the entire time and it’s as if our souls mend and bind, becoming one in the space between us.

This man. He is my everything.

Once I’m naked, he walks me backward. With each step, he sheds his own clothes. Standing together, naked, this moment feels big, it feels big.

After this, there is no going back.

And I don’t want to.

He leans over and holds the cut up, showing me the ‘Property of Frenzy’ rockers on the back and the name patch on the front.Sugar.

“You’re already mine, Scarlett, but I hope you’ll do me the honor of wearing my cut.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He slides the leather in place and then stands back to admire me in it. His cock jumps and he reaches down to stroke his length. I want to fall to my knees and taste him, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

I’m up and in his arms and then being laid out on the bed. I’m already dripping for him, my body on fire and in desperate need of satisfaction.

When he thrusts into me, burying his cock balls deep inside of me, I swear I see hearts raining down over us. Everything other than the pleasure he gives me fades away.

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