Page 69 of Devil Inside: Green

The comedown is one of the best parts of fucking Danni, holding her in my arms. I spent my whole life getting off never knowing that the intimacy was the best part until her. Fuck, I love this woman. She likes me to stay planted inside her for just a bit after we both finish.

“Push down on my pubic bone, please, Darry?” It feels good to her. I do it when we’re fucking. I do it after. Whenever she asks me to. “If you just… play with my clit one more time…”

Shit—a threepeat? If that’s what the lady wants, that’s what she gets. I move my fingers to begin fondling her clit and fuck me if it isn’t swollen again. With my dick still inside her, pressing on her pubic bone and fondling her clit, Danni cums again. After this last time, I glide out but still hold her in my arms.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ll threepeat you any time you want, but with as hard as you came the first two times, I didn’t see that coming.”

She snuggles her head against my chest. “I don’t know. Something felt different tonight.”

I have to agree. “Probably the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

“Think it’s because of the excitement of the night?”

“Could be. I’m going to get cleaned up if you want to join me.”

“I don’t know if I can walk just yet.”

When I get up off the bed, my completely sated dick slapping against my thigh, I realize way too late that something’s missing. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“What?”

“Babe, I forgot to wear a condom.”

“Oh. Well, that’s not ideal,” she says. And it’s not. Danni got into Eastern Kentucky University for her Criminal Justice degree. The FBI wouldn’t leave us alone, trying to push Danni in that direction. We both laughed when Special Agent Sandoval first brought it up because Danni’s a biker’s old lady. The kind of biker who still does illegal shit. But then, the more we thought about it, we figured, why not? If that’s what she wants to do. How many people can say they helped capture a serial killer? And the techniques she used to do it still blow me away. If Rae can go pre-law, then my woman can learn criminology. I think for a moment about when we do have a kid someday. They take after their mom, that kid’ll be fucking brilliant. But that’ssomeday. Not now.

“We’ll get you that Plan B in the morning. Pretty sure they sell it over the counter here.”

“What do you think a little Darry would look like?”

“Don’t know. Never really thought about it, but we won’t find out until you’re ready. That shit falls on you. I won’t be the one to make decisions over your body.”

“My feminist biker,” she says, laughing right before she attacks me again. Fuck cleaning up. We spend the rest of the night getting dirty.

Four years after that…

“Bishy, Mommy got in!”Danni shouts in the living room. I walk in there to meet her, wiping off my hands on the kitchen towel. I’ve been out in the garage working on my bike. She’s got our boy in her arms, swinging him around in a circle with her phone in one hand. His toys are strewn across the floor. Danni’s smiling, Bishy’s giggling. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

It wasn’t but one damn year in that baby fever caught up to Danni. All the other women of the club popping out kids, and we’d been married for about a year, having said our “I dos” right after we got back from DC. Our boy, Bishop, isn’t the spitting image of me, but he’s a real even mix of the both of us. My eyes, lips, and nose, Danni’s hair, cheeks, and chin. Cutest fucking kid you ever saw.

Misty moved here after graduation. Between me, Danni, Misty, and the women of the club, all babysitting for Bish was covered while Danni finished her degree. Our parents should be arriving any day now for his birthday. It’s hard to believe he’s turning two already. Carlos and my mom, Catherine, always try to make it in from Texas. After he ditched that bitch of a wife, he got a place for him and Misty, with rooms for the boys on his weeks. Since he met my mom at the award ceremony in DC, they haven’t spent a night apart. Now, I don’t know what tactics he used to get her to agree to move to Texas that weekend, and I don’t want to know. I never saw that shit coming, and I don’t want to picture it in my head now. Carlos is a good man who treats my mom like a queen. And she might not have been around for me much growing up because she had to work three jobs to keep us afloat, but she’s a kickass grandma. Bish loves hisGeeandBlo, which Carlos was christened when Bish was first learning to talk and trying to sayabuelo.

“What’s this?” I ask and Danni’s eyes find me.

“I got in, Darry!”

Tossing the towel down on the closest chair, I walk straight for my little family, pulling them both into my arms, and I kiss the shit out of my wife. “Never doubted you,” I whisper right as Bishop says, “Bishy,” and I kiss his cheek, too.

“Do you think people will still volunteer for babysitting?” she asks. Danni got into graduate school. Never in my life did I think I’d end up with a woman with a high school diploma, let alone a graduate degree.

“I’m sure they will, but Bish will be old enough to go to preschool soon. So I can’t see why anyone would have a problem with it.”

“Yeah…” she says and I don’t trust it.

“Yeah… what?”

“Well, it would mean babysitting for Bishop… and the baby,” she says, not looking me in the eyes now.

The fuck?

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