Page 73 of Devil's Work: Dark

“I love you, too.”

Right after the funeral, Dark decided that it wasn’t safe enough where we were living and told me he bought property from the club next to Nic and Greer and that we were moving up to the compound.

He never asked if I wanted to move, but I knew I’d feel safer up there behind the guarded gates. My only issue was that if we left, there’d be no one to look after Mable. She’d been injured because of the maniac but didn’t have anyone to care for her, what with her family living out in California now. But my ever-full-of-surprises biker boyfriend built us a house with what the builder called the “mother-in-law” suite that was like a little apartment attached to the side of the house, where she can join us for family things—dinners, movie nights, birthday parties—if she wants or still have her own space when necessary.

Greer gave birth to a healthy baby girl she and Sarge named Tasha after one of the friends that she and Nic lost in Texas, while I was in the hospital recuperating from my injuries. Tasha is so sweet. Dark’s held her several times—when her daddy is willing to give her up. I’ve never seen a man so devoted to taking care of a baby. But Dark wants the practice. He’s serious about us having a couple of kids together.

We’ve only been in the new place a couple of days and the kids love their rooms. My five-year-old is turning into a mini biker. Lacy is his biker princess.

I miss my sister every day. It’s hard without her. Green’s life spiraled pretty badly. The brothers tried to get him help, but he refused, choosing the bottle. Now he’s sitting in jail for a drunk driving hit-and-run that resulted in a severe injury to the person whose car he hit.

It sucks.

I miss Green, too.

The brothers go visit him every visiting day. I went once. That didn’t go over too well. I look too much like Dela and he threw a fit, so I’m reduced to updates through my man.

Dark holds me as I try to get a few hours of actual sleep. In the morning, we get up together to get Ty ready for school.

“What do you want for breakfast, bud?” I ask.

“Pancakes,” he answers way too enthusiastically for this time of the morning. I muss his hair as I pass by him to walk to the refrigerator, pulling the box from the freezer. This brand he likes makes these stuffed pancakes that I toast in the toaster oven and they’re perfect for kids to dip. Ty’s favorites are stuffed with strawberries and bananas. He loves to dip them in Nutella.

After Ty’s breakfast, Dark takes him to school. My phone rings. It’s the Nashville number. “Hello?” I answer.

“Ms. Conrad?”

Sighing, I say, “Yes.” It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what this is about.

“It’s Joyce Rostenkowski from the district attorney’s office.”

“Yes. Hello.”

“I’m calling to let you know that with the passing of your sister and the nature of your injuries, the judge pushed back the trial date. Mr. McMahon had called to fill us in on your situation”—Mr. McMahon?Oh, that’s right. Dark—“but now we’re set to go in two weeks and you’re being subpoenaed to testify.”

“I’ll be there. Anything I can do to keep those predators from preying on other children.”

“The official subpoena should arrive today or tomorrow. I thought it would be best to call and check on your condition.”

“I’m recovering, but I’ll be there and I’ll be ready.”

“We’re very thankful for you. Children world over will be a little safer now.”

She hangs up. I get breakfast going for Dark before he has to leave for work.

I’m in the middle of scrambling eggs when I hear him come into the house. And like a minute later, his strong arms wrap around me from behind. “Baby Girl still sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He nips at the skin of my neck, then caresses the spot with his lips. Dark then leads me by the hand away from the stove. I just have time to turn off the burner before I’m too far away. He leads me to our bedroom. It’s the only bedroom on the main floor. My hungry biker pushes me back gently until I fall onto the bed and crawls up my body, kissing me deep before working his way back down. He uses his teeth to tug down my panties. I sleep in nighties now because Dark prefers the easier access—oh, who am I kidding? I prefer the easier access, too. Then he spreads me wide and dips his face. At the first lick of his tongue, my entire body shudders in the best way possible. I know what that tongue can do. I feel what it does.

Dark licks and sucks until he has me writhing. He plunges two fingers inside, tipping them forward to hit the magic spot, and a blissful orgasm hits. As I’m still coming down, he sits up between my legs. “Want that ass today, baby.”

“Okay,” I agree and he flips me to my hands and knees, the position that I’ve found to be the most comfortable for this. I feel him leave the bed and hear him walk to the closet, where we keep things we don’t want the kids to accidentally see. Then he climbs back onto the bed behind me. Even though I know what’s coming, not seeing him or what he’s doing is always a huge turn-on. A soft whirring hits the air. A cap flips open. A squirt. Then I jump from the cold hitting my skin as he inserts the vibrator into my pussy.

He tears the condom packet open, rolling the condom on with one hand while moving the vibrator around to hit all my most sensitive spots. I moan, thrusting back into him.

“Oh, shit… Dark…”

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