Page 30 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

I start at her ankles and kiss all her skin, not missing an inch of her, wanting her to feel how much I love and appreciate her. I never want her to question it again. Three months without her was far too long.

My hands are gentle as I turn her to her side and bring her leg up and prop it up on my shoulder. Getting creative with her because of our little one has been a new experience. We were always open to experimenting and trying new positions and things, but having her comfort be the most important thing has fostered a new level of intimacy between us.

“Poe,” she calls my name gently and I tear my eyes away from her glistening pussy to look up into Heather’s hazel eyes. They soften as she looks at me and I feel the words before she even says them. “I love you. There was never another choice for me than to go home with you.”

I swallow hard around the lump in my throat as I slide the head of my dick along her slit. “I love you, Cherub,” I rasp as I gently push inside.

My grip on her leg tightens as I kneel above her and use my other hand to touch her everywhere I can reach. I move slowly at first, wanting her to feel the love I have for her with every stroke. Being inside of her is beyond anything I’ve felt before.

Being able to touch our baby while she’s filled with me is surreal and has me feeling feral and protective in a way I’ve never felt before. We made the life she is cradling and nurturing. We have a chance at a future so bright that it’s almost suffocating.

I know everything won’t be easy all the time, I’m not delusional, but I also know our child will have a better life and family than I did. I’ll make sure of it and do everything in my power to give them what I never had. They will be surrounded by love; hell, they already are.

Heather cups her tit with her hand and pinches her nipple, her moans getting louder as her pussy gets wetter as I thrust into her. She arches her back, pleas and mewls falling from her lips.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I grit out through my teeth while I’m trying to hold off until she comes.

“Please, more,” she gasps, and I give her everything she needs.

I reach down and slap her clit and her body jolts as her walls tighten around my length. She comes while screaming my name. It’s just as beautiful as her telling me she loves me.

I barely hold off from filling her with my cum, her body begging me to give in. Only when she starts to relax again do I start slamming into her. Once. Twice. On the third, I push until I’m filling her completely and I let go.

I shudder as I come inside of her, grateful for this moment and this woman.

My entire body feels weak and limp as Heather looks up at me with a satisfied smile on her face. She holds her hand out to me and I pull out of her gently before laying down behind her and molding my body to hers.

“We don’t have to leave tomorrow,” I tell her gently, “but I want to make a plan to leave soon.”

Heather looks over her shoulder at me with so much love in her eyes as my hand smooths over her belly. “No more making plans without me,” there’s a forcefulness in her tone I can’t ignore.

“I promise,” I vow as I kiss her shoulder. “As long as you remember who owns you, Cherub.”

She giggles softly and teases me, “As if I could forget.”

We drift off into a short nap with contentment in our hearts. I’m glad she came to Sweetwater Valley. She found the support she needed when we couldn’t be there for her. I’m also very happy to be going home soon.

CHAPTER 14

HEATHER

Being back in New Orleans feels good. It feels right. Maybe it’s because I feel more settled with my guys, but I’m not afraid of what anyone thinks of me, especially not the people in the club. I haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time around the brothers yet and I haven’t seen any of the angels over the last few days, but I know that won’t always be the case.

It’s not like I’ve been hiding out, I’ve just been busy. I’ve been making lists and going through things we have packed, while not unpacking anything. I think it’s the beginning stages of nesting. I’m not sure.

I’ve spent some time in the common room and Lucifer has made it a point to seek me out, hug me, and welcome me home. He didn’t even look surprised to see my baby belly which tells me the guys had already told him. I’m more than okay with it.

There’s a party this weekend which is when I’m going to have to face everyone, including the angels. I’m not really looking forward to it, but I also can’t run from it. This is the life I want and I’m going to fight for it this time.

It’s what I should have done before, but I was too much of a coward.

One thing my guys insisted on making for me, almost as soon as I got back into town, was an appointment at my old OB/GYN. I’d been seeing them for a while before I left and I really like my doctor, so it wasn’t hard to agree to the demand, even though it was a little high handed.

Luckily enough, they were able to fit me in. All three of my men wanted to come with me, but the club needed them to get back to work since they were out of town for so long. I promised them if there was an ultrasound that I would take a video but told them there probably wouldn’t be one. I figured the appointment today would be mostly about getting my records transferred and a check-up so I can be updated in the system. I was right and now I’m set up for the rest of my pregnancy.

I’m glad there wasn’t an ultrasound done today. Not only would my men have been all pouty because they missed it, but I’m sure I’ll accidentally find out the gender of the baby every time I have one.

I avoided it at first because it felt wrong, but now not knowing is exciting and I’m looking forward to being surprised on the day this little one arrives. Is there any better surprise than that? It’s completely pure.

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