The hiss that escapes her lips as I add another finger is my favorite melody.
Her body rises in pleasure, and it’s my every fantasy.
I shove my pants down and drive into her, pulling her hips down the counter to thrust deep. Until there is no her and me. There is onlyusand this connection that can’t be broken.
I understand her fear. Hell, it’s a living, breathing thing inside me. But I meant what I said; I’m not letting her go.
Emery’s nails dig into my arms as I lean over her and fuck her until she’s panting. Until her pussy grips me so tightly I can’t hold back. My cum shoots into her, and I seal my hips to her body, filling her deep. I’m going to grow a family with this girl. We’re going to have everything I never knew I needed until I met her.
And I’ll kill every person who tries to stand in my way.
30
Emery
Ever since our chatin the kitchen, Hayes has been home by dinner every night, making a point to spend more time with me and Charlie.
The club is in lockdown, which Willa explained to me means no one is coming or going unless absolutely necessary. No one from the outside is welcome to visit, and families are asked not to leave the compound. On top of that, there are rumors that the guys cut a few of their prospects this week, so they’re clearly cleaning house and tightening security.
Hayes hasn’t mentioned the reasoning behind any of it, or if it has anything to do with what I finally admitted about my uncle, but it’s clear that something is brewing. I just hope it’s enough to stop my uncle before he can make good on his threats.
While the guys are busy, I spend time at Tempe’s house. Other days, Willa comes over to hang out with me andCharlie. Chaos is Hayes’s best friend, so it’s been nice hearing stories that paint a different picture of him than the rumors that swirl around the clubhouse.
Of all the girls, I’ve grown closest to Willa. She grew up on a ranch in Texas. The opposite of being raised in the heart of Vegas my entire life. Our families are very different, and yet, the same.
We both faced immense pressure growing up, raised with unreasonable expectations. Her father also orchestrated plans for her to marry a man of his choosing, and he dictated every aspect of her life. Until one day, she’d had enough. She chose herself over her family—a hard-fought battle for her happiness.
It’s a hope I cling to. That someday, I’ll find my way to the other side like she did.
I step out of the shower, grabbing one of the fresh towels. There’s potpourri on the counter. A floral wire decoration hangs on the wall. This house has quickly become my home with Hayes, and I’m not ready to let it go.
We’re settling into a routine. When he comes home, he snags Charlie from my arms to spend time with her while I shower or simply claim a moment to myself. It’s a relief when she’s been waking up multiple times a night lately, and I’m exhausted.
By the time I make my way back downstairs, my hair is still wet, and I find Hayes rocking Charlie in front of the window that overlooks the desert.
He has her lifted so her cheek is pressed to his, and he’s swaying back and forth. The sunset bathes them in a warm glow as he continues to rock her.
“You see that spot out there?” he whispers.
His voice is always so soft when he talks to Charlie. He curses less when she’s around. Hayes might think his upbringing has soured his ability to be a good father, but the love he shows our little girl is endless.
“Maybe I’ll build you a swing set or a playhouse in that spot. Or if you like soccer like Bea, we’ll plant some grass so you have lots of room to run around.”
I bite my lip, my breath catching as I watch them.
It’s no secret that Hayes has mixed feelings about this house. He rarely mentions his father, and when he does, the stories aren’t good. But as he rocks Charlie in his arms, planning renovations for the backyard, he paints a picture of the home he sees here with us.
He describes our future, and it’s a beautiful sight.
I shift on my feet, about to turn away to start dinner, when the floorboards creak, giving me away.
“Mommy’s back there listening to us.” He glances over his shoulder, smiling at me.
When he turns, Charlie wiggles, her cheek still pressed to his. I can’t help but walk over and give them each a kiss.
“Looks like you caught me,” I say, rubbing my hand down Charlie’s back. “It seems you already have grand plans for spoiling our daughter.”
“Damn right.” Hayes grins proudly. “We’ll put a whole zoo back here if she wants it.”
