Page 26 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

“I’m going to eat my woman and then we’re going to go out and do some baby supply shopping,” I growl against the soaked flesh of her pussy.

Heather arches her back and tries to wrap her thighs around my head, but I hold her in place and don’t let her squirm away from me. Not when I want to taste her and not miss a drop. No fucking thank you.

When I spear her juicy cunt with my tongue, she coats it in her cream, and I become a feral fucking beast. I make sure my entire mouth, my teeth, my lips, and my fingers are involved.

The gush of her creamy arousal as she comes screaming my name after I nip at her clit is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. As much as I want to push her to a second orgasm, I hold off. Her thighs are shaking and she’s a panting mess with a dazed look on her face.

It’ll be enough to chase off any stupid fucker who thinks they can talk to her. As I help her come down from her orgasm slowly and gently, all I can think about is how lucky I am.

I kiss up and down the inside of her thighs and it takes a concerted effort not to sink my teeth into her flesh so everyone who gets near her pussy will know she’s been taken. It’s a silly thought, but the feral side of me isn’t rational. I know only Bedlam and Viper will be that close to her.

When her breathing returns to normal and the walls of her pussy stop spasming, I stand up and then help her sit up on the counter. This time she’s the one to hook her arm around my neck and pull me into a kiss. I’m sure she tastes herself on my tongue, but she just moans into my mouth.

Her voice sounds unsure when she pulls back from me, “You really want to go shopping for the baby with me?”

“Hell fucking yes,” I tell her honestly as one of my hands finds her belly. “You’re going to need some things and I want you and the baby to never want for anything.”

“I started fixing up the spare room as a nursery,” she tells me, shyness creeping into her expression.

“We peeked and saw it. It’s coming along beautifully, Cherub,” I praise her honestly. “We can recreate it in New Orleans and the women would be more than happy to help.”

She tilts her head to the side and sasses me, “Oh, just the women would help?”

I scratch the underside of my jaw, wondering how the fuck I got into this situation in the first place. “You know what I meant,” I try to defend myself.

Heather kisses me again as she giggles, this time just a little peck, but it ignites the need I have for her which is always right under the surface.

When I pick her up and carry her into her bedroom so she can get dressed, she looks up at me with so much love in her eyes. The trust she gives me as she rests her head on my shoulder before I sit her on the bed has my heart growing in my chest.

We’re all smiles and stolen kisses as we get changed and then head out to a big box store to see what there is to see. When she places a newborn sleeper in my hands it hits me all at once that we’ll be entrusted to care for someone who will be small enough to wear it.

It’s a heady feeling, but as I look at Heather, I find I trust myself with the responsibility just a little bit more. She believes in me and that’s enough.

“I love you, Cherub,” I whisper against her forehead as I kiss her.

Nothing else needs to be said. No thanks. No promises. Everything lives within those words, and they mean we’ll find our way.

CHAPTER 12

GRAY

Heather shifts on the couch again and I try to hide my smile. She’s so fucking adorable when she wants something but doesn’t want to say it. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she’s thinking about whatever she’s craving.

Over the last few days, we’ve made sure to cater to her needs and every single one of her whims. We just have to pull them out of her first. It’s understandable that she doesn’t want to be dependent on us, but it’s what I’m craving, and I know the other guys are as well.

I rub my hand over her belly because I need to touch her in some way whenever I’m near her and my favorite is touching where she’s growing our baby. I love feeling our little one moving around inside of her. I love knowing they’re happy and safe.

The other day we asked if she found out the gender of the baby, but she gave us a sheepish smile and shook her head.

It had my hackles up as worry swamped me. The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it, “You have been going to the doctor though, right? You’ve been getting the care you need?”

Heather narrowed her eyes at me and snapped, “Of course I’ve been going to all the appointments I’m supposed to go to. I just didn’t want to find out the gender. It felt wrong, okay?”

I blinked at her, my worry soothing with her words because I just wanted her and the baby to be healthy. The thought of something happening to either of them was like a knife to my gut. Still, I should have controlled my reaction and softened my question.

I reached for her and pulled her into my lap from where she was snuggled on the couch while Bedlam and Scope glared at me from where they were sitting. I soothed my hands over her, wanting to make the sting of my words go away. I rubbed her belly then as well, needing to reassure myself they were both okay and in my arms.

I nuzzled my face in her neck, but she still held herself stiffly. “I’m sorry,” I murmured softly, needing my words to help me make this okay. “I just got scared that something was wrong. We haven’t been here and I’m still struggling with guilt over you having to go through the last three months alone. That’s on me and not you. I shouldn’t take it out on you at all.”

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