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Our bodies move together, a dance that we’ve perfected, but still gets better and better somehow. My back arches as he starts to thrust faster and harder.

I can already feel the beginnings of an orgasm coiling inside of me. This is how it always is with Dean. He knows my body so well and I’m more than willing to give myself over to him.

He will never hurt me. He will always put me first.

“Dean,” I keen, “more, please.”

My hands slide up his back and my nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him while he starts fucking me into the mattress. It feels so good; I desperately want to close my eyes and just feel, but I can’t.

I need to look into his eyes. I need the connection between us to be absolute.

The scent of the leather cut I’m wearing, proof is his claim on me, only heightens my pleasure.

We explode together, lights and colors dancing across my vision. The walls of my pussy milk him while I can feel every jet of his cum. It’s perfect.

He buries his face in my neck and kisses me softly. “I love you, my Sugar. My Scarlett. My Old Lady.”

CHAPTER 15

SCARLETT

Today’s the day. It’s been weeks in the making, but the boys are finally coming home. Right now, it’s just under a temporary order, but I’ll do whatever is needed to make it permanent. I know the boys hated being in the group home and I hated having them there.

Even though things moved fast, they were also slow in so many ways. I had to be approved by the state, but that was a matter of formality. The social worker, Angie, was always on my side and considering Lucifer was the one standing behind me, I’m not at all surprised.

Angie’s car pulls up and I’m up and off the porch swing in an instant and bouncing on the balls of my feet. I know everything is in order.

We’ve been able to visit with the boys and we took that time to ask them about their rooms and how they wanted them. Inmy mind it was never a matter of if they were coming home with me, but when. I wanted to ensure everything would be ready for them and it is.

Angie gets out of the car before opening the back door for Ezekiel as Malcolm gets out of the front. Dean steps out on the porch and wraps an arm around my waist. I need his strength and his resolve right now because he’s the only thing holding me back from flying down the stairs and to my brothers.

My heart drops when they go to the trunk and pull out a trash bag each. They should have real bags, real luggage. I know they didn’t have much, but this guts me. As much as I wanted to give to them, Angie told me to wait until they were in my home. Now they are and I’ll make damn sure they have everything they need.

Dean’s grip tightens and it feels like I can’t breathe. His words ghost over the shell of my ear, “It’s okay, Sugar. We’ve got them now.”

I can only nod mutely as the boys tentatively walk toward me. I smile at them and watch as they relax in front of me. Angie takes in the interaction, relief covering her features.

“Hi Scarlett. Hi Frenzy,” she greets us as she steps up onto the porch.

My brothers’ pace is slower, more tentative. I know why. As much as we’ve talked about this happening, as much as I promised it would, they don’t know if they can trust it yet.

I’m sure they’re going to test us and our boundaries. They can, but they’ll also learn that they can rely on us because we love them.

Trust is earned and we’ll keep showing up to prove to them right where we stand.

They’ll never be threatened with abandonment again, which, I learned, is something our father threatened them with a lot. Their worth will always be valued instead of being cut down. Their place will never be questioned.

I look into Malcolm’s eyes and then Ezekiel’s. My voice is soft, but firm, “Welcome home.”

Their eyes light up, but it’s wary as well. I understand it even though it makes my heart twist in an uncomfortable way.

Dean steps back, but his hand remains on my waist as he opens the door and gently leads me inside, so everyone else can follow. I hear Dean’s low rumble as he greets the boys, and I hope that they will come to love and trust him as much as I do.

The men of the DSMC might seem gruff and stoic at first, but their hearts are so damn big. I can’t even remember the number of brothers I had to plead with to not be here for this. They all wanted to be on our lawn to welcome them home, to show them that their family is vast and strong.

I didn’t want to overwhelm my brothers, and that reasoning was the only reason why everyone isn’t here right now. But I did have to promise to let them throw a welcome BBQ at the clubhouse in two weeks. Hopefully that’ll be enough time for them to feel a little more secure and comfortable. Waiting too long would also be a mistake.

Fuck, this parenting thing is not easy.

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