"Well, I guess, we should probably kill his ass before he comes after our girl again." Olivia's voice makes me jump. I was expecting Rachel. She walks up behind me and hugs me from behind, kissing my shoulder before looking to see what I am making.
"Damn, that looks good, but would be better as a grilled cheese," she whispers against my skin.
"Baby wants a grilled cheese?" I look at her, and her eyes light up like I said the magic words, and she nods. I kiss her head and turn on the stove.
"Then I guess I am making the baby a grilled cheese." I reach down and rub the tiny bump that is starting to show. No one would notice it's there, unless you knew she was pregnant.
"Thank you, Daddy." She says to me, and a tingling sensation runs down my body straight to my cock.
"I'm guessing a new kink just got unlocked?" She says with a mischievous grin.
I turn to her and grab her by the throat. "I don't know what you are playing at, but you are about to get fucked!"
"Promises, promises." She says to me as she reaches down and grabs my crotch, giving it the perfect squeeze, a groan escaping my lips. God, she knows how to fuck with me.
"Keep touching me, and I will put you up on the counter and possibly burn your grilled cheese." I raise my eyebrow as she looks at me, completely shocked that I would say such a thing.
"How dare you torture our kid like that!" she says, gasping and holding her chest dramatically.
We hear footsteps, and I turn to see Rachel coming down the stairs, a smile on her face.
"Something smells good." She comes up behind Olivia, wrapping her arms around her, centering herself, resting her hands on the baby bump. Rachel is just as obsessed with the baby as I am.
"Baby said I wanted a grilled cheese." Olivia turns and kisses her on the head.
"Make that two, Daddy, that sounds delicious. My kid has good taste!" She starts to rub the baby bump and nuzzles her face into Olivia's shoulder.
“Don’t say that, Princess, you will give him a boner.” Olivia laughs, and Rachel turns to me with a wicked grin.
“Oh really? Is that so? You like being called Daddy?” She walks up to me and grabs my dick, rubbing it through my sweat pants.
“Stop it or I won’t finish cooking,” I grumble and turn to get my dick out of her grip. These women are going to kill me.
Rachel continues to laugh as she turns around and walks back over to Olivia. "Come on, baby, let's go sit at the table." Rachel grabs Olivia's hand and leads her to the table, sitting down and pulling her onto her lap.
I finish up the grilled cheeses and hand a plate to each of my women, and take another long drag of my beer.
Olivia looks up from her sandwich, like she is waiting for me to say something. "So are you going to tell Rachel what you told me?" The question lingers in the air as Rachel looks up to me with a mouth full of grilled cheese.
"Oliver said that one of the Starr brothers isn't dead. The one I fought. What was his name again? Sam or something?"
"So where is he?" The slight tremor in her voice breaks my heart. I just want to end him for her, make it all go away.
"He is in the hospital. Oliver is getting him and bringing him here."
"Do I get to question him?" Her eyes darken with anger, but I also see a sparkle of mischief.
"Question?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Okay, Mister Specific, stab him some also." I can't help the laugh that comes out of my mouth, tears streaming down my face. I swear I'm going to pee myself laughing this hard.
"There's my girl."
Chapter forty
Rachel
OliviaandAlexareat work, and I am stuck at fucking home alone. Since the incident with the pictures and flowers, Alex doesn’t want me at the office. I have been in the office all day, trying to figure out my cases, but my mind keeps wandering back to what Alex said last night.
