Page 35 of Devil's Work: Dark

“Swears,” Ty says to admonish both Dark and I right before shoving another bite of cheerios into his mouth and I press my hand over mine to stifle my laughter while walking to the pantry that has been full since the day I almost passed out.

I choose the box of Ritz crackers and I grab the jar of peanut butter. Then, because I can, I grab the Nesquik from the top shelf to make myself a coffee drink. Dark has the coffee brewing. The glorious smell permeates the entire kitchen.

After a specialty coffee and plate of peanut butter crackers, I clean up the scant breakfast dishes and then move to the bathroom to shower—alone. To actually get clean.

We have a Chuck E. Cheese adventure to take on.

Heaven help us.

11

DARK

While Rae takes a quick shower, I turn on cartoons for the kids. She comes out wearing a thin white, cotton V-neck T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that only go down to mid-shin and are folded up at the hem. The T-shirt looks like a small men’s Hanes or some shit. I’ve got similar shirts, only with a crew collar. I highly doubt her last man was that small, so she must just like the feel of a man’s shirt. Her hair, she’s got pulled back in another one of those messy braids that I find sexy as hell. Light makeup.

She’s not dressed fancy, but she’s still a goddess. God, I want to fuck her again so badly.

“If you want to get the water going for Ty, he’ll get his shower, while I wash Lace in the kitchen sink,” Rae says to me as she plucks Baby Girl up from the floor into her arms. She pecks a kiss on my lips in passing. Not enough. I catch her belt loop to pull her back to me, spinning her around. I take the kiss that I deserve, not ending it until I get her whimper. Only then do I let her go. It takes me a beat to get moving again because I love watching her be a good mom. I never had that. She keeps baby soap and shampoo under the kitchen sink for now since Lacy is still small enough to get her bath in the deep sink.

It’s not until Ty tugs on my hand saying, “Come on, Dark.”

“Right, kid…” I clear my throat. “Let’s get you clean.”

If the brothers ever saw me doing this shit, I’d never hear the end of it. While Ty’s singing in the shower, I get clothes out for him and lay them on the bed like Rae does. The kid walks out with a huge towel wrapped around his whole body.

“Your turn,” he says as he passes me.

The kid’s a trip. While I leave him to get dressed, I pull a fresh towel from the linen closet then get my shower on. Rae is in the bedroom making the bed when I get in there. She’s bent over when I make my approach, dropping the towel, grabbing her waist, and grinding my cock against her jeans-covered ass.

“Dark,” she admonishes. “We can’t. The kids are ready to go.”

I growl. “You are so damn lucky I like those kids.”

“We wear the kids out at Chuck E. Cheese and I’m yours when we put them down for a nap.”

I grind my cock against her ass again and bite the skin on the back of her neck. “It’s a date, baby. I’m holding you to it.”

She drops her head forward, laughing, pushing me off. “Get dressed,” she orders. I nip at her neck one more time before letting go and getting dressed.

Keys. Wallet. Phone. Fucking diaper bag. I shake my head, snickering under my breath. Check. Check. Check and fucking check. Damn, yet another thing that if the brothers ever got wind of, they’d never let me live down. I pick up Baby Girl while Rae takes Ty’s hand. We lock up and load up into the car.

It hits me that I’m driving kids around in car seats. God help me. It’s not the first time. Every time Rae needed to run to the store the kids rode in car seats. But this is the first time I’m not just their guard.

We hit the highway and travel the two hours up to Lexington to hit the pizza place. Ty’s excitement effervesces to the point that he’s vibrating by the time we turn into the parking lot, but the kid knows to stay buckled in until his mom gets to him. I lift Lacy out of her seat, sling the bag over my shoulder, and lead them inside, my hand resting just above her ass.

It’s not the Chuck E Cheese that I remember seeing commercials for when I was a kid. We never went. My mom hardly had time for that shit, let alone being able to afford it. But I remember coins and tickets. This place has ‘All You Can Play’ tap cards and eTickets.

Ty’s pulling on his mom’s arm, trying to tug her over to the Skee-Ball. “Hold on, bud,” I say. “I’ll take you as soon as I order for us.”

Rae stops moving to stare at me, then she bends in to kiss me and I feel fifty feet tall. We get the five-meat pizza, chicken wings, cheesy bread, and some dessert thing for the kids, along with drinks for us all.

“There’re only four of us and two of us are kids,” she laughs.

“And?” I ask.

“And that’s a lot of food for four people, with two of us being kids.”

Rather than argue, I wrap my arm around her neck and pull her in for another deeper kiss. I fucking love kissing—or is it that I just love kissing Rae?

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