“No,” she says with a soft smile. “I knew that unchaining Evan’s beast and taunting him into finally claiming me would come with the risk of him doing something insane. I never anticipated this.” She pats her belly affectionately. “But I love him, and I want this life. This baby is just part of the crazy that comes with marrying a psycho.”
“Exactly,” I agree. “Plus, Sebastian said that unless I agreed to try for a baby, we’d only be doing anal until I was ready,” I say in a rush.
“Oh my god,” Sammy splutters, spitting out the sip of juice she’s just taken.
Sammy and I spend the next hour plotting how to get revenge on Courtney in a way that’s more impactful than simply ruining her reputation, but not as extreme as allowing the guys to kill her. When Sebastian, Evan, and Hunter step out onto the patio, Hunter’s eyes immediately start searching for his wife.
“Bunny and January didn’t feel comfortable being involved, so they went back to January and Clay’s to wait for your dad,” I tell Hunter.
“You didn’t ask them to stay?” he questions.
“No. I might be fully indoctrinated into this life now, but Bunny and especially January are still…” I pause, trying to find the right words. “Soft enough to be upset by the things we do.”
Inhaling sharply, Hunter slowly nods. “Is that why you helped her run?” he asks, shocking me. “Because you wanted to protect her softness.”
Swallowing, I take a moment. “Partly. I didn’t want her to become me, but I also needed you to understand what you weredoing. I needed all of you to see the damage your actions can cause.”
Hunters’s eyes harden, then lose some of their ire as his shoulders slump. “I’m still upset with you. But I’ll get over it. Thank you for caring enough to protect her.”
“I’m still upset with you too,” I admit. “But I’ll get over it too.”
Scoffing, he smiles and laughs to himself before striding to me, picking me up out of my chair, and hugging me to him in a bone-crushing hug that makes me laugh and tears fill my eyes at the same time.
Pressing a kiss to my cheek, he lowers me to the ground, then nods to Sebastian. “I’m going to go and see my wife before she leaves. I can’t spend more than a couple of days without her, so that’s how long we have to fuck Courtney up. After that, I’ll need to figure out a way of giving her an alibi at home.”
When I turn to Sebastian, his eyes are dark and full of the kind of lust that usually ends with me being bent over whatever I’m close to.
“That’s our cue to go,” Sammy says in a singsong voice. “All this sexual tension is making me horny, and I honestly don’t think there’s a single position I can comfortably have sex in right now.”
“Don’t worry, Wild One, I’ll make it work,” Evan says, scooping his very pregnant wife into his arms and leaving.
“Strip,” Sebastian says, the single word a plea, an order, and an aphrodisiac all rolled into one.
Grabbing the strings at the back of my bikini, I tug them both at the same time and the tiny triangles fall from my body, fluttering to the floor. Doing the same on the bottoms, I kick off my shoes, leaving myself naked and exposed as his eyes devour me.
“I’m a lucky, fucking man,” he says, caressing me with his hungry gaze.
My throat goes dry, and I swallow thickly while I wait for him to come to me. My skin is warm from the sun, and the feral desire that started coursing through me the moment he looked at me like he couldn’t last a single moment longer without being inside of me.
“Tell me what you plan to do to Courtney,” he demands.
“Right now, I don’t care about her.”
“Do you need me, wife?” he questions.
I nod.
“Do you need to come on my fingers and my tongue?”
I nod.
“Do you need to be full of my dick?”
I nod again.
“Do you need me to pump my cum into you and fill you with my baby?”
My heart stutters to a stop, my lungs freezing in my chest. Rationally, I know the likelihood of him getting me pregnant today is practically impossible. But saying yes and admitting, even in the throes of lust that I want him to get me pregnant, feels significant.
