Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (11 page)

“List?”

“Of things you like about me.”

“Don’t ruin the post coital glow.”

“Post coital glow? What the fuck is that?” He lost his mind laughing,
and she thumped him on the shoulder, pushing off him to crawl over to grab her
sweater from where he’d tossed it. He got the sexiest view of her gorgeous ass
as she did that, and the big red print of his hand on the soft white flesh.
“Well it’s gone now.” She huffed, looking ten kinds of sexy and rumpled,
wincing when she pulled the fabric of her sweater over her breasts. She shoved
her hair out of her face, stuck her dainty little nose in the air and
gracefully sailed from the room. He heard the water going on and off in the
bathroom and knew she was cleaning up. She looked damn cute in an oversized
pair of grey sweats and a crop top that had a rainbow peace symbol on the front
and showed off her little baby bump.

Damn cute, sexy bitch.

He came up behind her in the kitchen as he’d gotten in the
habit of doing, one hand on her belly, his other arm curled around her upper
chest so he could rub his face into her hair, while she made herself some tea.
Her list was getting long, and so were her reasons for holding out, but she
didn’t trust that he wasn’t just doing this, wasn’t just here with her because
she was pregnant. “I wasn’t laughing at you, baby.”

“I need to ask you something, and I don’t want you to get
mad.”

“Depends on the question,”

“Okay, well then I’m not trying to make you mad on purpose.”

“Shoot.”

 “If my implant hadn’t failed, would you still be here?”

His hands stopped rubbing on her body, he quit nuzzling at
her hair and she felt him draw in a deep breath before he answered. And his
voice was a full octave lower. “You flipped my switch the second I saw you walk
into the club. Not one thing about you I didn’t like. How you eye fucked me
from across the room, but you didn’t come to me,
thinkin
you wouldn’t stand a chance against all that pussy crawling all over me. Liked
how you sassed me, insulted me, dismissed me, tossed all that hair and shot me
down hard when I tried my usual lines on you. And you weren’t playing games
either, you genuinely thought you didn’t have a shot.”

 He took her tea from her and set it on the counter,
turning her around so he could palm her ass in one hand, cupped her neck in his
palm and stepped his feet out so his thighs were bracketing hers. So he could
stare down into her eyes and show her his dead serious expression. The
thoughtfulness in his eyes, the smirk on his lips. “Loved
havin
you in my lap while I shot the shit with my brothers. The smell of you was
intoxicating, never asked what it was. Got you in my bed, and no lie, best
pussy I ever had. From the way you came all over my dick, how you cuddled up
next to me after, I expected you would be like the other bitches who come to
the club for thrills, and come back for more. Pissed me the fuck off when you
didn’t, when Suzie wouldn’t tell me who you were or where to find you. Pissed
me off even more that every time I tried to drill out the ache in my balls with
another bitch, I literally could not get it up.

           
I’d smell your perfume or whatever the fuck it was, on my sheets, my pillows,
and I’d see your face looking up at me. None of the club sluts did anything for
me except piss me off and make the blue balls even worse than before. Thought I
was having some kind of vicious, spontaneous ED or some shit. Even went and got
tested in case you gave it to me, which you didn’t, pissed me off even more
when all my shit came back clean. Cause that meant it was me, meant I kicked
the sexiest, smart ass mouthed ginger bitch I’d ever have out of my bed like a
moron, making an ass out of myself for assuming you were like the rest of them.
You ask Top, he’ll tell you what a mother fucking pain in his ass I’d been
since that night. One night, the rubber ripped, took you bare once and you got
pregnant. I told you the truth about not wanting a family, told you I wasn’t
pissed any more about it, and that’s the truth too. Put my brand on you,
because I wasn’t going to be like my father and abandon my son. And I meant it,
that waking up to you every morning
wont
be any
hardship at all. So yeah, even if your implant hadn’t failed, I’d be here.”

“Okay.”

She woke him up before she left the bed, telling him she was
going out to feed the pigs. He tasted mouthwash on her lips, and offered to get
up and go with her, but she shushed him and told him to go back to sleep. He
didn’t even think to argue, that was until he heard the crack of a gun. It
whipped him up out of bed so fast he fell to the floor. He drug his pants on,
panic shooting to every corner of his body when he heard the second shot ring
out. “
EVERLY
!” He ran out the back, his feet sliding on the wet grass as
he ran for the barn, but he heard his name and nearly fell on his ass when he
spun around to see her, totally unharmed, holding a fucking sniper rifle in one
hand and stepped off the roof, curling her free hand and ankles around the flag
pole beside the house and slid down like it was a fireman’s pole. “Saw the hogs
in my god damn field again,” She said, obviously pissed off, not noticing him
coming for her like a freight train. “Sorry I woke you up. I hadn’t intended to
get the drop on the hogs like that, but they’re fucking up my fields. They got
into my nursery, and wrecked a bunch of shit. I sent Todd to get some hog
traps, but they’re not set up yet. I’ve got to go finish them off before they get
away.”

He was so shocked, his brain running on primal adrenaline of
discovering his woman unharmed, seeing her come down that pole like that, he
just let her slip away from him and by the time he got his shit together, she
was halfway across the back yard, her rifle still in hand. He realized she was
going out to finish off the hogs, which meant the nasty fuckers weren’t dead,
and if she’d missed or not mortally wounded the damn things they could turn on
her. “Fuck!” He shouted, ran to the house to get some boots and chased after
her. Only to see that she’d gotten the damn things, head shots, and there
wasn’t anything left to finish off. “Damn, baby. You sniped them from the
roof.”

“Fuckers shouldn’t have been tearing up my fields.
Squatch
could have come out here, tried to play with them
and gotten gored.”

It was about that time that he recovered from the shock,
grabbed her up and shook the shit out of her, “
Are you out of your god damn
mind
!” He roared, her head flopping back from the volume, her eyes rounded
in surprise. “What-“

“What in the FUCK are you thinking? Up on the god damn mother
fucking roof, pregnant, with a rifle?” He ranted on and on at her until he ran
out of air, and when he did, her lips twitched “Roar,”

“You think this if fucking
funny?
!”

“Babe, I’m okay.”

“You’re not
gonna
be after I paddle
your ass! You won’t go a single day without the feel of my hand imprinted on
your skin!”

“Roar-“

“Jesus! What if you’d slipped? What if that fuckin pole had
come
down!
”

She sighed let her rifle drop to the ground, and wrapped her
arms around his shoulders, going up on her toes to touch a kiss to his jaw.
“Roar, I’m okay. I’m sorry I scared you.” His arms wrapped around her so tight
it was hard to breathe, but she felt him quivering while he crushed her, “I’m
okay.” He nodded, his palm swallowing the back of her head, his breath hot on
her throat. “Heard those shots, thought someone was shooting at
you
.” He
rasped, shuddering powerfully when she stroked her palms down his
touseled
hair, “I’m okay.”

“Don’t you ever fuckin do that to me again, you hear me?”

“Yeah baby, I hear you.”

“Jesus. Fuck.”

He still hadn’t let go of her almost an hour later. Was still
pissed, now growling at her about how loud the shots must have been to the
baby, had stomped out to the barn with her to feed her pigs, who were pissed
about breakfast being late. Then he banged around in the kitchen to make
breakfast, still ranting at her about the foolish risk she’d taken. She got
tired of hearing him ranting at her, so she did the only thing she could think
of to get him to stop. She got up from where he’d parked her at the kitchen
counter, took her pants off and draped them over the chair. Then her top, and
started to walk away from him, ignoring his squawk, demanding to know where she
thought she was going. “To shower.” She murmured in what she hoped was a
contrite tone, pulling her hair up in a knot on top of her head, now wearing
absolutely nothing at all, and smirked to herself when she heard him swear,
heard the pots clang on top of the stove. She’d gotten the shower started and
had just stepped under the hot spray when he caught up to her.

Her morning turned out to be quite, eventful.

Two nights later they were lying curled up in her bed, Roar’s
big hand swirling aimlessly in no discernable pattern on her back, lips
touching softly in the dark while they recovered from another explosive round
of the best sex she’d ever had. “The boys want to throw us a bash. Welcome you
proper. Want you to meet all of them, so when I’m gone you’ll know who to call
if you need something.”

“Gone?”

“On a job. Nothing on my books right now
cept
small time stuff in town. But if I have to chase down a skip, I want you safe.”

“Oh. Right. Sure. You want to give those boars I shot?”

“Definitely.”

“We can um, have it out here if you want.”

She felt Roar go still, saw him shift up above her in the
dark. A perfect shaft of moonlight slanted across his eyes and made her catch
her breath at how they almost glowed in the dark. “Out here?” He questioned
softly, seriously, and her pulse kicked up. “They’re your family, and so long
as they don’t tear up my shit, smoke in my house or drive their bikes through
my flowers, they’re welcome here. If you want. Though um, there’s not much room
for them to crash, if they get shitfaced or whatever.”

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up.”

“Roar!”

“Means the fuckin world to me, that you just said all that
shit. I’d like that, them
comin
out here. This is a
beautiful place, you worked hard on it, should be proud to show it off. And
they’re your family too, if you
let’em
be.”

She snuggled closer to him and touched a kiss to his chest,
feeling a whole new kind of warmth spreading through her body. His skin was smooth
and hot under her palm, his muscles hard and she loved to trace her hands, her
mouth over them. He was in her bed every night, she woke up with him, and if he
had to leave, she welcomed him home with dinner and a kiss. More and more he
would take moments to settle his palm on her growing belly. If he came up
behind her, if they were laying on the couch, in bed, in the damn
check out
line at the grocery store. Her list was getting
long, the things she was liking about him. This was just one more.  “The
prospects will bring the truck, anyone gets shitfaced,
they’ll
drive them back to the compound to sleep it off.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll get Todd out here with the backhoe
to dig a pit.”

“Babe, that hippie bastard isn’t coming anywhere near this house,
driving heavy machinery. I’ve got it.”

“Oh-kay.”

Chapter Twelve

She was regretting her invitation to let Perdition throw
their bash at her place. They processor had brought back her boars just in
time, and both of the hundred pound hogs were on spits roasting over an open
flame. A few of the prospects were in charge of turning the big metal spit,
loud music was pouring from the speakers that had been set up on her back
porch, the beer was free flowing, and not only were the brothers here, someone
had brought a car full of club sluts. Those club sluts had brought drugs, and
pot, which was typical, but she didn’t want it on her property. She also didn’t
want to kick up a huge fuss about it either, so she just locked her bedroom
door and did her best to just ignore it.

She’d met every one of the brothers and been warmly welcomed
into the fold, easily accepted as Roar’s old lady, that acceptance complete
with the brothers teasing Roar about his previous stance on being a family man.
“Pretty sure I heard you say the words, never ever,
gonna
happen.” One big brick shithouse of a man, Rover, drawled at Roar, then waved
his beer around at her land. “And here you are, a sign planted out front
proclaiming this to be Never Ever Land. Old lady, baby on the way, what’s next,
wedding bells?” Roar had looked down at her with his brows raised expectantly,
and she shook her head, which made him roll his eyes and hook her around the
shoulders. “
Workin
on it.”