Page 27 of Torching Vixen
“You are either a complete dumbass or naive as fuck,” Vixen replies before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door.
I sit on the edge of my bed, still trying to figure out what in the fuck I said that made her so mad. I text a few of my brothers trying to figure it out, but they don’t have any idea either. I decide to let it go and text Mom to ask her to do the sheets instead of one of the girls.
Vixen comes out of the bathroom looking hot as fuck. He hair is in some braid with the end hanging over her right shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of shorts and a tight-fitting tank top. She walks past me without a word, but that ass in those shorts means I can’t help myself. The sound of my hand connecting with her ass rings through the room.
“Ouch! Fuck that hurt, asshole,” Vixen says, glaring. The thing for me is that I see the slight smile on her lips and the storm receding from her eyes. I shrug before standing and going over to the closet and pulling on a new shirt, then my cut.
“Mom said she would wash the sheets for us,” I tell her before grabbing her hand and pulling her out of our room, down the hall.
She doesn’t pull away or drag her feet, and I know I made the right call to have Mom do the laundry. I pull her out to the garage to get one of the side-by-sides. It’s one of the best ways to get around the property quickly and safely for Vixen and the baby.
That’s the first time that it’s really hit me, but Vixen is having a baby. I study the way that thought makes me feel. I know I need to talk to Vixen about it because I know there is a ninety-nine percent chance that this baby isn’t mine. Would I be okay raising another man’s baby? I look over at the woman beside me and know that yes I can, and I will. Vixen lays her hand on my thigh as she watches the scenery around us.
“Vix, are you ready to see my home and why I love it?” I ask her, needing her attention for just a moment.
“Show me what you have,” she says, and I speed up, making her throw her head back, laughing.
We top the hill, and that’s when the full view of the land the club sits on shows up in all its magnificent glory. There is a large pond with a dock that we spent last summer replacing. This all leads to a creek that runs parallel to the mountain that’s at the back of the property.
“Wow. This is absolutely amazing,” Vixen says, leaning forward a little to get a closer look.
“I could not agree more,” I reply as I maneuver us toward the pond and the docked boat.
Once we’re close enough, I park the side-by-side before grabbing the bag I brought with some snacks and drinks. One thing I took from the conversation with my mom while I got this stuff together: you never take a pregnant girl anywhere without snacks and drinks. I help Vix out of the side-by-side and onto the boat. Once we are close to the center of the pond, I ask my first question.
“So, where are you originally from?”
“Utah. Did you serve in the military?”
“When did you leave Utah?” I ask, not answering her question.
“I was sixteen when we ran from the last foster home, but you already know all this. So, what do you really want to know?”
“Is the baby Fire’s?” I question, deciding to stop acting like a little bitch and man up.
Vixen drops her eyes and wraps her arms around her waist like she is trying to hide, and I don’t like that. Vixen is loud, sassy, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. For her to try and be small and not seen is something I just can’t handle. I reach out to touch her, to soothe her, but she jumps up and pulls away. These actions break something inside me.
I’ll spend the rest of our days making sure that she never has to feel that way again. I’ll ensure that she feels like it’s okay to be who she is every day and never worry about repercussions.
19
Vixen
Ican’t help but try to close in on myself when Torch asks about the baby. What will he do when he finds out that this baby is Fire’s? I get so lost in my thoughts that when Torch reaches for me, I can’t help but jump and pull away from him. The hurt and pain in his eyes make me want to crawl into his lap and soothe him, but I can’t bring myself out of my spiral.
“Vix, baby, come back to me. Come on, baby, I got you,” Torch says repeatedly. A soft touch down my arm is almost too soothing for a man like Torch. I look over at him and get lost in his eyes.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come back to me. I got you, baby. We’ll figure it all out.” Torch never wavers.
I take a steadying breath. “You’re right, the baby is Fire’s, but I don’t care what it takes. I’ll never go back to him. I only found out I was pregnant an hour before you walked in the door. He doesn’t know about the baby. “
“Good. Then Fire doesn’t fucking have a baby, I do,” Torch commands.
“What are you talking about? Torch, this baby changes everything, and we barely know each other. Why would you want to do this?” I ramble, taken aback by his words.
Torch takes my hands in his and places a kiss on each one. A shiver of need works its way up my spine. When Torch looks up at me, I see the fire of need burning deep in his eyes.
“Now, first, I’m going to say this: you are smart, fun, protective, and love with everything you have. You are drop-dead gorgeous. Vixen, you take charge of every room you walk into. People want to be you or be liked by you. I will fight every day to make sure that you never have to fear anyone or anything again. You with me so far?” he asks, his voice serious.
