Page 24 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

Gray slides a hand down my body and over my baby bump, caressing it for a moment before he continues down until he’s teasing my mound. When he circles my clit, I’m fucking done for. Everything inside of me releases, my orgasm feeling like an explosion that has no beginning and no end.

I gasp and writhe against the bed and I have no idea if I’m trying to get closer to the pleasure because I crave it, or away because it’s too much. My vision goes hazy as lights flash around me, but the only thing that matters is how fucking good it feels.

When Poe hunches his body over my belly and kisses me, I taste relief and love on his tongue. He murmurs something against my lips, but there is no way for me to understand his words right now. Not when he has scrambled my brain and made my body mush.

I melt into the bed below, my eyes sliding closed as pure bliss settles around me. My words are slurred as I murmur, “I just need to close my eyes and then I want Gray and Zach to fuck me.”

I feel kisses against the side of my head and all over my body. I feel hands caress my skin. I feel warmth envelope me.

Then I slip off into dreamland knowing I’ll wake up and not be sad anymore, not feel so lost.

They came for me, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

CHAPTER 11

ZACH

We’ve been in Sweetwater Valley for a few days and spending time with Heather has been a blessing. It’s different spending time with her now. I’m not sure if it’s because we’re here and not at the club without the pressure of being a prospect and having an unsure future, or if it’s because we’ve obliterated all the walls and preconceived notions between us. I guess it doesn’t matter because the time we’ve had together has brought us closer.

Not only to our woman, but to our child as well.

I hate that we missed out on the ways her body changed over the last three months, but I’m trying to focus on the months ahead. I can’t gain back what we lost. It’s just not possible.

We haven’t talked more about going home to New Orleans, but I can feel the conversation on the horizon. We aren’t letting it stress us out because we’ve been checking in with Lucifer and he’s told us we can take the time we need. Our brothers are more than willing to cover for us.

One thing I had no idea about when I was a prospect was that we’re included in the profit sharing of the DSMC businesses during our prospecting year. It’s a much smaller percentage than the patched members get, but it’s put into an account for us and grows while we’re wearing the prospect cut. It’s only after we become a member that we’re told about it and gain access.

I was blown away when I found out and it’s one of the secrets of the club which is never talked about beyond the patched members. Because of that we have a good amount of cash stashed away and I was already sitting pretty since I saved almost all my pay while I was serving. The house being built is covered and we’ll be able to provide Heather with whatever she wants and needs.

If she wants to work, we’ll support that as well, but she doesn’t have to. We just want her to be happy. It’s all we’ve ever wanted.

We love spending time together with all of us, but we also know how important it is for each of us to spend time with our woman alone. Which is why the guys left a little while ago to go to The Goose for a beer or two.

I’m not going to complain because I have been itching to spend time with our woman alone. I’m torn between taking her to bed and spending our time naked and holding her in my arms on the couch while I listen to her sweet voice.

Maybe I can do both.

When I walk into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks because Heather is swaying her hips back and forth to the music playing. She’s singing the lyrics softly as she moves over to the oven where she pulls out a tray of cookies.

No, she did not make them from scratch. She told us she had a craving for those sugar cookies you get in the grocery store where you only need to slice them and bake them. Yes, it had to, specifically, be that kind.

None of us were up for arguing with our beautiful pregnant Cherub and the cookie dough was acquired as quickly as humanly possible. That craving came on a few days ago and she’s been steadily baking a few cookies here and there to satisfy the urge.

I lean against the open doorway separating the dining area from the kitchen while listening to Heather’s voice and watching the mesmerizing movement of her hips. I swear she’s glowing with happiness. It’s radiating out of her.

It could just be the pregnancy, but I like to think it’s more than that. I think it’s because we’re here with her. It’s clear how deeply affected she is by our presence.

When I can’t take it anymore, when I need to be closer to her, I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her. My hands caress her baby belly as I start to move with her. The way she melts back against me and lets out a sigh of contentment is something I’ll never forget.

We dance together, moving as one to the music and filling my heart with even more love for our woman. I don’t know how we survived those months without her. Now, with her in my arms, it reminds me just how empty my life was for the three months she was gone.

I think the only way I got through it was knowing it wouldn’t be forever. Nothing was going to stop me from going to her once I was able to. I hate that I was the holdout and the last to earn my patch, but it was completely out of my control.

I slide my hands underneath the baby and lift slightly. The groan that comes out of our Cherub has me chuckling and burying my face in her hair. I’ve been reading about babies and pregnancy a lot. The idea of so much strain on my woman’s back doesn’t sit well with me.

I’ll do anything to give her some relief.

The longer our bodies are pressed together, the harder my cock gets. But this isn’t about me. This is about her, about us, and reconnecting. Or maybe connecting, truly, for the first time.

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