Page 75 of Pope's Penance

I swallow our mixture down, cleaning her up like she ordered.She’s smothering the hell out of me, but it’s the greatest shit ever.

Death by pussy.

How many men can claim to be so lucky?

Deliver me to my reaper, baby.

Black spots dance in the corners of my vision, but I keep eating, not wanting to leave behind a single morsel as I go into the afterlife.

Birdie stills as she shudders against me with another cry.

Just as my vision darkens, my cock jerks and shoots a shower of cum into the air.

Huh.Who would’ve thought I’d ever enjoy breath play for myself?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Afterourhatefucksession in the kitchen, and me nearly killing Pope with my pussy, he carries me to the shower.

He’s so gentle as he washes my hair and body, as if I’m the most precious thing to him.It’s so reminiscent of the past that tears fill my eyes.

I’m still so, so angry at him after learning what I did at the club.

How dare he—how dare any of them—make such a devastating choice for someone?Their decision leftmewith the hellish consequences.I’m the one who paid the most for that choice.

Is it fair of me to blame them for the hell I went through with Frankie?

Absolutely not, but after finding out some of what happened, how can I not?They could have brought me in, told me what was happening.If they would have just clued me in on the plan, we could haveactedlike we’d split up.Or at least found a solution that wasn’t so damn soul destroying.

When I told Pope that I’d called the clubhouse, he acted like he had no clue what I was talking about.That can’t be the truth, though, because I heard him say it.I know I did.

So, if he really didn’t want the kids, if he wanted me to get rid of them so badly, why is he so angry believing I intentionally kept them from him?

“Tell me about the kids, little mama.”

His chest rumbles under my cheek as his fingers drift through my hair.

“What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about you calling the clubhouse.”

I brush a kiss over his heart and sit up with a sigh, tucking the sheet around me.I scoot around until I can fold my legs in a crisscross so I can watch his face when I tell him what happened back then.

“The first time I tried telling you, I couldn’t get through.Every person I called had my number blocked.”

Pope places one of his inked hands on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.“I’m sorry, little mama.I ordered it because I knew if I didn’t, one of us would cave if you called.We were in the thick of it then.”

I nod and continue.“When I couldn’t get through to any of you, I called the clubhouse.I was somewhere around three months.My emotions were all over the place and wasn’t thinking clearly.At first, I didn’t think anyone was going to answer.Just as I was about to hang up in defeat, one of the club girls answered.”

He tries to interrupt, but I shoot him a look and he snaps his mouth shut.

“Let me get through this.Then you can ask all the questions you want.”When he leans back against the headboard with a pout, the corners of my mouth twitch.“Spunky answered the phone.My thinking may have been fuzzy, but I’d know that putrid tone anywhere.I told her I needed to talk to you, but she kept refusing.Telling me you didn’t want to speak to me.Pregnancy hormones had me cranky, and I stupidly blurted out that I was pregnant and needed to tell you.I remember the line getting really quiet and then her telling me to give her a moment to get you.It was strange because her voice took on this real sweet tone.As if she actually cared.When she came back on the line, she was really apologetic about it taking so long for you to come.And then she was talking to you, telling you I was on the phone.That it was important because I was pregnant.Pope, I heard you in the background.You said that you didn’t give a fuck and for me to get rid of the bastards.”

His body moves so fast that it scares the hell out of me.He grabs me around the waist and pulls me over his lap before cupping my face in his wide palms.“Baby, I need you to hear me.Whoever you heard, it wasn’t me.No way in hell, I’d never not care you were carrying my babies.And no way in fuck would I ever tell you to get rid of them.To have miniature versions of you running around has always been my greatest wish.”

My brows draw together as I consider his words.I try to bring that voice back to mind, but it’s been so long, and the words were so damaging to my psyche that I draw a blank.

So, I try to grasp on to any explanation.

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