Page 33 of Devil's Work: Dark

The condom goes on with practiced ease. Torn open between his teeth and rolled on one handed.

I don’t know how a man his age, which from the look of him I have to assume is probably early thirties, manages to get hard again so soon after two amazing orgasms, but he’s hard and when he pushes inside me again, it’s with slow, steady pressure. His movements are drawn out, made with my maximum pleasure in mind.Oh, god.His assault is slow and measured, in perfect time with his kisses. He grinds against me until we’ve used up the hot water, but I’m so turned on by this point that even the cold water does nothing to dim the force of the orgasm about to unleash throughout my body.

Finally, he reaches one stroke too many and I clench around him, my body vibrating. I open my mouth to scream, but not a sound comes out. I need to breathe, but I can’t seem to take in a breath. Dark falls to his knees, shaking right along with me when his orgasm hits. We sit locked together under the cold spray for what seems like an eternity. The way he holds me in such a tight embrace, I don’t think he’s ever truly made love to a woman before and I’m pretty sure that’s what we just did.

When the moment becomes too intense for me to handle, and I feel on the verge of breaking down in tears, I whisper in his ear, “Don’t go getting soft on me.”

He chuckles, his cock still inside me moving along with the rest of his body from the laugh. “You don’t have to worry about me going soft, baby.”

The problem with having really freaking fantastic sex in the shower is then having to wash all your bits and bobs in freezing cold water. By the time we jump out, I’m halfway to frostbitten. I wrap up in my bathrobe and Dark leads me back to the bedroom, where I can dry off the rest of the way and put on a pair of stretchy cotton shorts and a tank top. He tugs on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

“I’m going next door to get the kids,” he says before pecking my lips with another kiss.

“Do you want me to come with?” I ask.

“Nope. Your job is to move my things inside the room here.”

I suck in a breath. “Okay,” I agree softly. He was serious.

While he slips on his boots to go get the kids, I move the old dresser from the living room back to my bedroom. Then I hastily clean up the evidence of when Dark and I got hot and heavy in the bed. I don’t need Ty walking into my room and seeing my tights tied to the headboard. Or possibly the semen stain on the carpet where the condom leaked.

Maybe I should’ve put up more of a fight when Dark said he planned to sleep in here with me and that I was now his woman. Dark doesn’t do domesticity. What happens to us if after the kids become even more attached, this life becomes too much for him and he bails?

On the other hand, Dark doesn’t do anything spur-of-the-moment, which means he had to have been giving this subject a lot of thought. I have to believe he thinks he’s ready to take on this level of commitment. Because moving in with a woman and her two kids is definitely a commitment.

I only just get the comforter turned down on the freshly made bed when I hear kids enter the house. Ty, my whirlwind, zips into my room at full speed, crashing his little body into my legs. He wraps his arms around me.

“Dark says we’re going to Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow,” he shouts.

“We are?” I ask, dumbfounded. I love the idea of taking the kids on an outing like that, but with travel time and little kid super excitement, I worry that it may be too much too fast.

Then the man himself appears in the doorway to my—or, I guess—ourroom holding Lacy in his arms. “I figured we could use a day away,” he says. “It’s Saturday, seems like a thing to do on a Saturday.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, but it’s the biggest deal. I know what this is. He’s trying. He wants to be with me, so he’s trying to make the kids feel included.

So caught up in the moment, I don’t stop to think about what I’m doing, removing Ty from around my legs, taking his hand in mine, I lead him over to Dark and Lacy where I move Ty against Dark’s leg, wrapping one of my arms around Ty’s back. The other I wrap around Lacy and Dark, pressing my head against his muscled chest.

Dark gives me my moment, then he bends down to kiss the top of my head and clears his throat. “Kids should get to bed if we plan to get a good start. I figure we hit there for lunch. Don’t know that I got it in me to deal with the dinner rush.”

With that, I burst out laughing. “I don’t know that I have it in me, either.” I step away, taking Ty with me. That’s when I notice his eyes on me, a strange curiosity filling them. “What?” I ask. “I love my kids, but other people’s kids are assholes.”

Ty looks up at me. “Mumma, you said a swear.”

My burly biker barks out a laugh, handing Lacy off to me. “You get Baby Girl. I’ll get Ty.”

The next twenty minutes are surreal, to say the least. I change Lacy into a fresh diaper and get her in her PJs. I lay her down in her crib and sing her the goodnight song that I always sing to her. As her eyes begin to flutter closed, I bend in to kiss her head. Her eyes flutter open at my touch. She smiles.

“Muh,” she says, her word for ‘Mom.’ It’s a shorter variation on Ty’s “Mumma.” “Dark,” she calls out. The house must be quiet enough for him to hear her because only a few moments later, he walks into the room.

“You called, Baby Girl?” he asks as he strides over to the crib, then he bends in to kiss the top of her head, too. My ovaries and heart simultaneously goboom!“Ty wants you, babe,” he tells me.

I walk out of Lacy’s room across the hall to my little boy’s. He’s struggling to stay awake. I make it to his bed and bend over, running my hand over the top of his head and kiss his cheek. Before I make it out of the room, my son’s sleepy voice stops me.

“Mumma,” he says.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I’m gonna be a guarder man just like Dark when I grow up.”

Holy shit.

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