Chuckling, Devil added another cup full of milk to the pan. “This always helps Lex when she’s pregnant.” During her pregnancy with Josh, she’d gotten so ill and tired that she left him panicked. Part of him was happy that she was pregnant while another part was petrified. Early stages of pregnancy didn’t suit Lex all that well.
He loved it when she was rounded and swelling with his kid. Her tits were fuller as well, but listening to her vomit and seeing her in pain and tired out didn’t thrill him one bit.
“So what happens now?” Death asked.
Looking through the cupboards, Devil found the sugar and chocolate chips. “Lex knows about Kayla. She won’t let me go without her, so I’m going to be taking her down to the morgue tomorrow. Someone needs to keep an eye on the kids. I’m not having them waiting in the car while we’re dealing with the real shit.”
“Phoebe and Vincent will take them. Do you think it’s sensible for Lex to go and see the body?”
Devil added in the sugar and chocolate. He removed his jacket before he started to stir. “I don’t know. She’s not going to give me a chance to refuse her.”
“We don’t know what Kayla looks like now. She could seriously upset your woman, give her nightmares.”
“That happens then Gonzalez is on borrowed time. I don’t give a f**k about whatever plan Tiny and The Skulls have. I’ll take Gonzalez out myself.”
Turning the heat down so the milk wouldn’t spoil, he turned to look at Death.
“What do you expect me to do? Keep her here and tie her to the bed?”
“If it will work, why not?” Death asked.
“You can tell you’ve got a selection of pu**y to lose yourself in.” Devil wasn’t going to risk Lexie crushing his balls just because he didn’t want her to see her sister’s body.
Death chuckled. “Are you jealous?”
“Not at all. You can have all the pu**y in the world, but you don’t know how hot and tight Lex is.” Death stopped laughing. “My woman and no other man between her thighs. Think about it, Death, you’re trusting a woman who’s f**ked many men. I know the only cum I’m following is my own.”
The sick look on Death’s face made Devil laugh.
“Do you see why I advise for all of my men to wear a rubber with the club whores?”
Nodding, Death cleared his throat.
Pouring the hot chocolate into the cups, Devil handed one to Death. “Enjoy it and take care.”
Leaving the man behind, he took the two mugs upstairs. Entering his bedroom, he saw that Lexie hadn’t returned from the shower. Putting the mugs onto the drawer beside the bed, he opened the bathroom door.
He saw her washing soap out of her hair as she stared up at the shower. Devil was tempted to join her. Deciding to give her some space he walked back into the bedroom and tugged his shirt over his head. Removing his rings and neck chain, he placed them on her dresser. He saw the scents and creams she liked to wear. Watching her rub lotion all over her body always turned him on.
Removing his jeans, he took a seat on the bed and took a swig of the hot chocolate. He didn’t do anything else well, but he made a good hot chocolate.
As he stared across the room, the picture of him and Tiny together at the barbeque over two years ago caught his eye. They weren’t wearing any of their cuts. Lexie had caught them together. Devil held a pair of food tongs while Tiny held a beer in his hand. He didn’t like the thought of either of them losing that.
Grabbing his cell phone, he opened it up and pressed down to find Tiny’s number. He hovered over the number for several seconds then closed the phone, cursing. No, he wouldn’t phone the bastard. What was done was done.
Taking another sip of his drink, he was caught by the picture again. What the f**k had happened to them?
He forced himself to look away toward another photo. This one was of him with Lexie. She hated the picture as her hair was matted from sweat and she held their son in her hands. He got Judi to take the picture while he sat on the hospital bed with his arms around his woman and new son. She had given birth an hour before and looked tired.
Every time he looked at it, he was brought down to earth by the beauty of her. Lexie was strong on the inside and out. She’d put up with a lot of shit from him.
Running fingers through his hair, he moved over to the pictures of his kids and several of him with Lexie. She really did like to take her photos. The house was covered in pictures of the club and family. Not that he had anything to complain about.
The shower turned off, and Lexie appeared in the bedroom.
“You made me your hot chocolate?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Putting his own cup on the drawer top, he offered her up some of his own kind of medicine. She took the cup from him.
He watched the appreciation on her face as she took a sip.
“Delicious.”
“I live to serve my woman.”
She took another few sips before handing him back the cup. He watched her move away, bending over to dry her hair.
Her ass called to him, making him ache. It had been too long since he’d been inside her.
You f**ked her this morning.
Still, he’d come to understand that once with Lexie was never enough. She walked toward her vanity table and started to brush her hair. “Where’s Death?” she asked.
“He’s taken the bedroom downstairs for us.”
She wasn’t showing yet, but it was in the early weeks of her pregnancy.
“Are we ever going to have a normal year when shit doesn’t happen or cause problems?” she asked.
“I don’t know, baby. I wish I could promise you that life is going to get back to normal, but I can’t promise you shit.”
Devil watched her sigh. The long length of her brown hair flowed down her back, surrounding her. He loved winding her hair around his fist as he f**ked into her from behind.
“I know. I hope Judi and the others are doing okay.”
“Drop the towel,” he said. He stroked his c**k as he looked at her. Talking about other women and men was no longer on his mind. Death was on watch in case anything bad happened. He wanted to f**k his woman before he didn’t get the chance when shit really hit the fan.
“Devil?”
“I served you my signature hot chocolate. Drop the towel and show me the body I own and love.”
“You served me hot chocolate as a kind of blackmail?”
“You’ve got it, baby. You know I love watching you get naked.”