by K. Renee
She giggles at my expression. Her hands trail down my arms, and stop at the bottom of my t-shirt. I get her pants off the rest of the way, and let them fall to the floor. Her sandals fall with them, and I make my way back up her body to get her shirt off. I’m not taking my time with her. I need to get inside of her right now. I can do that sweet shit later.
She sits up, as I pull her top up and over her head, tossing behind me on the ground. Her hands start to drag my shirt up my body and I help her get it the rest of the way off. Tossing it behind me, I grab her thighs and pull her pussy closer to my dick.
Sliding my dick next her wet pussy, I hear her little moans. Probing at her entrance for a minute, I slam into her with one smooth thrust. Her breath comes out in a whoosh, her fingers digging into my back. Pulling her legs up, and putting my arms under them to hold them in the air, I pound into her with long hard thrusts. Her fingers go to her pussy, and she starts to rub her clit.
Fuck, it’s so damn hot when she starts to pleasure herself while I’m fuckin’ her. Her head is back, and her eyes are closed, as I watch her make the O face. Her other hand is bunching up the comforter, and her moans fill the room. Just watching her come apart brings me to the edge. It’s been far too long since I’ve had her coming on my dick.
I feel the tightening in my stomach, and I slam into her hard a few more times, before I spill my cum inside of her pussy. Releasing her legs, I let them fall over the edge of the bed, and I collapse on her body, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her arms go around my neck, when she opens her eyes again. “Fuck, E,” she whispers. I move us both up the bed and to the pillows.
Her pussy pulses around me, and I don’t ever want to fuckin’ leave her again. Fuck. “I’ve missed you so damn much.” I kiss her forehead and then roll over onto my back, taking her with me. Straddling me, she leans down and presses her lips to mine. Kissing her deeper, my hands run up her back and tangle into her hair. Sitting up, I pull her head back, and kiss my way down her neck. Moans slip from her mouth, and I suck on her pulse, leaving a hickey in my wake.
Lying back on the pillows, I get a good whiff of her perfume on the pillowcases. “How long have you guys been here?” I ask. She rests her cheek on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
“Since the threats.” She sighs, and I feel her finger running over my arm. “Stavros said it would be easier for them to protect the house than my apartment.”
“He didn’t want to have to shoot up the apartment complex if he didn’t have to,” she says, leaning up on her elbows. I feel her heartbeat start to race as she thinks about the threats.
“I need to call him,” I murmur, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. She leans into my touch, and I pull her back down to my chest.
“Are you guys going to find out who killed her?” Closing my eyes, I blow out a breath.
“Yeah. I’m going to find the fucker who tried to get you arrested and made me miss out on six months of my kids’ lives. When I find everyone involved, I’m going to kill them.” She stills in my arms, but doesn’t say anything. She knows that I’m not a good man; she’s been through it with me before. She’s watched as I put a bullet in the head of a man who tried to fuck with her at the club. She knows what Stavros would do, too. He’s a crazy motherfucker, and I’m glad that he’s on our side.
“Is this going to be like the whole drug dealer thing?” she asks. She presses a kiss to my chest, and then rests her head back on my skin. I can feel every breath as it fans over my skin, and I’m hyper aware of every move she makes.
“Only if it needs to be, baby.” I drag my fingers through her hair and let them rest on her back. “They fucked with the wrong man. They have put your life and our kids’ lives in danger. They deserve everything that is coming to them.” She blows out a breath, and starts to trace over the tattoos that cover my forearm. I watch her trace over the skull with thorns before she looks up at me.
“I didn’t get many more notes after I told you about them. And, when Stavros wanted us to move into the clubhouse for protection, I asked if we could just stay here. We’ve had someone outside the house at all times and slowly the notes stopped all together.” Her fingers stop moving, and I look down at her.
“What?” I ask, brushing the hair behind her ear.
“The back door was open when I came out of the bedroom this morning. I thought that maybe whoever was watching the house today was the one who left it open.” Her eyes widen as realization hits her. “Someone was in here,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my arms.
Pushing her off of me, I grab my jeans and pull them on. Making my way through every room, I check for any signs that someone was in the house with them. When I come to the living room, I see the note. I only know where to look because, if it were me, I’d put it in the same damn place.
Walking towards the fireplace, I grab the paper that is barely visible from the corner of the painting that my sister brought over here when I moved it. Opening the paper, I read over the contents and look around the room again.
I’m watching every move you make. If you don’t take the fall, I’ll kill him and your little brats. I hope you like being alone.
Trix’s hand comes around to my stomach, and I feel her body press into mine from behind. Her lips brush against my skin when she asks, “What did you find?” I fold the note back up, and put a hand on hers.
“Someone was in here,” I reply, looking around the room again. I notice a small black speck above the picture on the fireplace. “Is there a step stool or something?” I turn to look at her and she frowns. I push her so that she moves and walks away, wearing just my shirt. She goes into the hall closet, and then comes back with a small step stool. Handing it over to me, she watches my every move.
Setting it down by the fireplace, I open it and then make my way to the top of it. Reaching for the camera, I grab it and follow the lines that lead towards the entertainment center. Dropping the camera on the floor, I grab a wood block and smash the fucker. Someone has been watching Trix and my kids for who the fuck knows how long.
When I look up at her, I can see the fear written all over her face. Pulling the cords out of the back of the Internet router, I toss them on the ground and walk over to her. Grabbing her face in my hands, I look her in the eyes. “I’m here now, babe. I won’t let anything happen to you or them. You have my word.” A tear slowly makes its way down her cheek and I feel like shit. I’ve done a shitty job at making sure she was protected, but not anymore. Someone wants to go to war with me, let him or her bring it.
I will destroy anyone who tries to touch one hair on any of my family’s heads.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I pull her into my arms and hold her for a minute before I make my way towards the room to grab my phone.
Dialing Prez’s number, I wait for him to pick up. When he finally does, I can hear Blade’s giggles in the background. “Hey, Easy E. You’re out.”
“Yeah, but I have a situation,” I state. I don’t bother acting like I don’t have other shit to say to him at first. I want to talk about whomever the fuck was watching this place, and how they didn’t notice someone sneak in to place a camera in the living room. Shit. What if there are more cameras?
“What is it?” he barks out when he gets my meaning.
“There was a camera in my living room watching my family. How the fuck did someone get past our man on the outside?” I grit out. Trix’s hands grip my hips, and she pulls herself closer to me.
“I’ll deal with shit on my side. Was that all you found?” he asks. I hear him whisper something to someone else, but I don’t hear that person’s response.
“A note,” I state, getting more pissed every time I think about someone being in this house while they were asleep. Trix’s hands on my skin calm me down a little, but there is nothing that will get rid of this anxious feeling.
I’ve been itching for a fight for the last few months and, rig
ht now, I want to fuckin’ kill. “What did it say?” he finally asks.
“That he’s watching her every move and, if she doesn’t take the fall, he’s going to kill me and the kids.” I feel her breathing change and her nails dig into my skin. Grabbing one of her hands, I pull her around my body and into my chest. Wrapping one of my arms around her, I hold her tightly to me. Her arms wrap around my waist tightly and she puts her face into my chest.
“Shit. You know who would want her to take the fall for that bitch’s murder?” I look down at Trix, but she doesn’t look back up at me.
“Ro,” I state. Her body tenses and her eyes meet mine. She looks almost panicked. “He wants her. The only way he'll have her is if I'm back on the inside."
“No fuckin’ way,” Stavros growls. “He wouldn’t fuckin’ do that to you. He may be pissed that she left his ass, but he wouldn’t frame you or her for murder just to get back at you.” Stavros will never see what is right in front of him. He’s too damn loyal to Romeo and that is a weakness. If I find out he has anything to do with this shit, I don’t give a fuck what the rules say, I’ll put the barrel of my gun to his forehead and pull the trigger. No questions asked.
“Check the room and see if there are any other cameras. I’ll send one of the guys to set up an alarm and some more security. I’ll keep the kids here until that shit is taken care of.” Fuck that. I want them with me.
“We will just come to the clubhouse. I want to see them.” He tells someone to get Dick and to have him come see him before he says anything else to me.
“Fine. Your room is still vacant, so use it for as long as you need.” I tell him thanks before I hang up and pocket my phone. Running my hands down her back, I try to soothe her fears the best I can. She knows that I won’t let anyone hurt her or the kids, and I’m going to prove it.
Romeo better hope like fuck he has nothing to do with this shit, or I'm going to be gunning for his ass.
By the time we shower and get dressed, I have a feeling that there are cameras in every room of the house. Walking into the garage, I find the radio frequency detector, and start to scan the whole fuckin’ place. I find another one in the living room, two in the kitchen, one in the kid’s room, four in the master bedroom and one in each bathroom.
Trix watches as I stomp each camera into the title floor. She looked pale when I found the one in the kid’s room. “How long have they been watching?” she asks in disbelief. “Why was there a camera in the kid’s room?” She shakes her head, and I see that she’s close to breaking down. She’s always been strong, so to see this breaks my heart. Not once has she ever crumbled under all the weight that has been on her shoulders.
“I don’t know, baby, but I’m going to find out. Most of the cameras were in here, so I think they were watching you.” Her body shivers, and then she puts her face in her hands.
“What could I have done to make someone do that? I don’t understand.” Her voice breaks and when her eyes turn to me, I see all the hurt, sadness and fear. Tossing all the broken cameras into the garbage, I make my way towards her and lean her back on the bed.
“It’s not you. It’s them. I will find out who’s doing this to us, and I will make sure they never come near you or the kids.” Her hand reaches out and gently cups my cheek.
“Do you really think that Romeo has something to do with this?” Her fingers run along my new beard, and then make their way up the side of my head. Leaning into her touch, I close my eyes. I don’t want her to freak the fuck out.
“Yeah, I do. You left him because of me.” She sighs, and then her legs wrap around my hips. “He’s wanted you for as long as I can remember and, now that he’s had you, he may not stop trying to get you back. Blaming you for the murder of my ex-wife was one way that he knew he could get rid of me. He knows I’d go to jail before I let you go. He knows how much I love you.” Her fingers slide through the top of my hair and she blows out a breath.
“Are you going to kill him?” Her question is quiet, and I almost didn’t hear her.
“If he has anything to do with this shit, yeah, I won’t hesitate.” A tear falls down her cheek, and she looks down towards my hips. “I know he means something to you, but if he’s the one trying to fuck with you, it’s already settled. You know I won’t take this shit lightly, especially when it comes to those kids of ours. Stavros can come after me if he wants, but I’ll protect what’s mine. You are mine. They are mine. Nothing will take you guys away from me.”
“Elec,” she whispers. Her eyes bore into me, and I can see the understanding in them. She knows I’ll do what I have to. “I love you. I’m sorry for making this even more messed up. If I would have stayed away from him like you told me, we wouldn’t be in this position.” I run my fingers along the side of her face and trail them down her neck.
“If it’s not him, then we’d still be in this same position. Don’t blame yourself, baby.” Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers and claim her mouth. Whoever the fuck put the cameras in here watched her. They watched us fuck earlier, and I’m sure they watched her dress and undress for however long. Hell, they probably watched her while she stuck her fingers into her sweet cunt. Watched her as she fingered that tight pussy, and made herself come, hopefully while thinking about me.
My dick hardens just thinking about her putting her fingers in her sweet cunt, and I kiss along her neck. “Did you pleasure yourself while in my bed?” I rasp out. My eyes watch her as she squirms under me.
“Yes,” she says on a moan. I slowly rock my jean-covered dick over her pussy. She’s wearing a dress, so it wouldn’t take me much to get inside of her right this minute. My dick wants to pull her panties to the side and fuck her rough and fast right now, but my heart wants to go to the clubhouse to see my kids.
“As much as I want to fuck you right this second, I want to see the kids.” She grins up at me and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself up when I start to stand.
“Good. I miss them already.” She gets off the bed and fixes her dress quickly. Adjusting myself, I watch her for a moment. My God, she’s fuckin’ beautiful. Even after giving birth to two kids, her body is just as fuckin’ sexy as it was when I met her. Her tits are a little bigger, and so is her ass, but I ain’t complaining.
She grabs my hand and all but drags me out of the house and towards the car.
The ride to the clubhouse is short and, when I pull into a parking space, I see Blade playing on a swing set with Stavros pushing him. “Hey, fucker,” he greets. When Blade sees me, he throws himself off the swing and comes running to me. His little legs take him as fast as they can, and I kneel down to catch him when he throws himself at me.
“Daddy!” he screeches in my ear. I hear footsteps coming towards me, and then I see my little girl. Standing up with him in my arms, I reach out and take her out of Dex’s arms. It’s fuckin’ hilarious to see these two big motherfuckers swinging and holding these two little angels.
“Hey, buddy,” I say, pressing a kiss to his cheek before I place one on his sister. “Hi, princess,” I coo at her. She grins a slobbery grin and puts her head on my shoulder. Fuck, I missed these two little humans. They are seriously the only things that kept me going in that shit hole, knowing that even if Trixibella and I didn’t work out, I would still have these two angels to keep me going.
A hand comes around my waist, and Trix is kissing Bexley’s face. She tries to bury her face into my neck while giggling at her mom. “Daddy, Daddy!” Blade says. He grabs my face, and forces me to look at him instead of his sister.
“What?” I ask. He grins at me and wraps his arms around my neck.
“I missed ew!” he says, kissing my cheek.
“I missed you more. I am so happy to be home.” The door to the clubhouse opens, and all eyes turn towards Romeo. He has a scowl on his face and I feel Trix start to pull away from me. I look down at her and frown, but she doesn’t take her eyes from him. She doesn’t move away from me, but she does take h
er hands off my waist.
In a way, it might be better to not piss him off too much if it’s really him that’s leaving the notes. But it still pisses me off to know that he’s the reason she released me. His eyes scan over us and then he walks towards his bike without saying a word. We watch as he gets on and starts the engine with a roar. He takes off with a salute to Stavros, and I’m sure he only did that out of respect.
As the rumble of his engine disappears into the distance, I turn back to Trix. Her eyes are still glued to where she last saw him. Leaning towards her, I press a kiss to the side of her head and her eyes shoot to mine. She instantly looks guilty, but I don’t say anything.
Her eyes go to Bexley, and she grins a little at her. Looking at Bexley the best I can, I see that she’s already asleep. “Come on. Let’s put them down for a nap.” She runs her fingers though Bex’s dark curls and then looks up at me. Nodding my head, I look over at Stavros and he signals for me to leave with her.
By the time we get them both down for their naps, I want nothing more than to find out what the fuck was up with Trix when she watched Ro leave. Grabbing the monitor, I grab her hand and lock the door behind us. Making our way outside, I walk towards the back of the building and stop. My back is to her, and I can feel her eyes on me.
“I know you’re mad,” she says quietly. This isn’t my girl. She doesn’t ever get quiet around me when she wants to say something. Typically, she gets in my face just like I get in hers.
“You don’t know shit,” I ground out. I take a few calming breaths before I even think about turning around. Before I can move, she’s moving around me to stand in front of me. Her eyes are facing the ground and I hate it. This isn’t her. What the fuck happened?