Lethal

by Robbins, Cassandra

  “Jason?” Eve turns her head so that she can fully see me. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes tired. I know she just gave birth but she has never been more stunning to me than right now.

  I move to her and give her our son. She opens her gown, the nurse urging her to try to breastfeed. He latches right on like the fucking heir he is. My eyes lock on Eve’s; hers are pooled with tears. Love pours out of her like lava spilling out of a volcano. So I say the only thing that’s left to be said. “Thank you.”

  BLADE/JASON

  Twelve months later

  I stare at the compound and shake my head. It’s a fucking zoo, and I mean that literally. Eve hired a wrangler to bring animals to our son’s one-year birthday party.

  “Go ahead and tell me I’m a genius.” Eve happily stands in front of me, hands on her hips, blond hair twisted up into a messy bun, her face fresh and happy. My mouth twitches as I reach for her. She squeals as I start to back her up to the side of the house.

  “Jason, stop it. You’re going to step on my geraniums.” She laughs, her eyes full of blue fire.

  I look down and she’s right—I’m stepping on some of the flowers she and a bunch of old ladies planted around the compound. Apparently, she was sick of seeing only gravel, trucks, and bikes.

  “Let’s go upstairs while my mom is watching James,” I growl into her ear.

  “Jason, we can’t it’s—” My mouth stops hers from telling me anything but yes and my tongue makes her moan.

  “Come on. I want to be inside you in two minutes.”

  “But…” Her eyes are closed as she leans into me.

  “Upstairs,” I demand as I pull her with me.

  “Wait.” Her eyes pop open. “We need to tell your mom.”

  A pony neighs and James, our son who’s being held by Axel, laughs with glee. His chubby hands move happily as he pounds lightly on the pony’s nose.

  I gesture toward my best friend and son. “Even better. Axel has him. You know he’ll be safe.” I reach for her other hand and place it on my throbbing cock. “I need you.”

  “Jason,” she hisses and tries to pull away, which is stupid because I’ll never leave her alone. Although I do let go of her hand and yell at Axel.

  “I need a moment with my old lady. Watch my kid.” He and half the party turn toward us. Axel looks at me like I’m insane and turns his attention back to my son. I shake my head. “He needs a kid of his own.”

  “Don’t be jealous. It’s not his fault he’s like the baby whisperer.”

  “I’m not jealous,” I grumble as I bring her into the house.

  Amy comes around the corner with tortilla chips in one hand and a large bowl of her famous guacamole in the other. She stops and rolls her eyes at us. I wink at her and drag Eve up the stairs. I hear her mumbling that it won’t be long before Eve is knocked up again. The thought of my Angel having another baby makes my cock grow harder. I’d love it, but she wants to wait. I throw open the door to our room and immediately start pulling down her shorts, not stopping until I reach my goal.

  I look at her as a slow smile spreads across my lips “Your cunt’s wet, Angel. Get on the bed and let me eat you.”

  “God, Jason,” she moans and steps out of her shorts and panties. She climbs onto the bed and slowly opens her legs. I inhale her fucking scent as I pull off my vest, T-shirt, and pants then kneel as I jerk her forward. “You can scream as loud as you want, babe. We don’t have to worry about waking the baby.” I rub her juicy clit with my thumb and watch her eyes flutter shut.

  “Oh. My. God… Jason that feels good,” she moans into our thick down comforter.

  Leaning forward, I put my tongue where my thumb was and hear her moan and arch deep into my mouth as I lick and suck her.

  “Yes…” she hisses as I lift my head and pull her to the end of the bed, pushing her knees up. When I go straight for her sweet, tight rosette hole, her eyes fly open as my tongue licks it. She tries to lower her legs.

  “Don’t you dare,” I murmur as I dip two fingers inside her honey core and the slick wetness makes me rub my throbbing cock on the side of the bed.

  “Don’t come yet.” I pull out my wet fingers and replace my middle one at her small entrance and rub.

  “Jason… oh God.” I hold her right leg. As soon as I insert my finger in her sweet ass, she’s going to tighten up.

  “Look at me, Eve.” Slowly, I insert my finger in her sweet hot hole. Fuck I love to watch her face—it always displays a mixture of confusion and wild passion.

  “Yeah, that’s my girl…” She’s already contracting on my finger and I’ve barely started to finger her tight hole. I drop her leg over my shoulder and lower my head to suck on her clit as her pussy and ass clench my tongue and finger tight. I slowly pull my finger out and roll her on top of me making her straddle me. “Fuck me hard.”

  Her lips look bee stung and her face has a slight dewy sheen to it. She grabs ahold of my thick cock and slowly lowers herself onto me.

  “Jesus,” I breathe out. The pleasure is intense and my muscles tighten as I fight the desire to come already. Her hair has fallen down around her breasts in a golden mess. I watch as she arches her back to take me deeper. “Yeah, that’s it, Angel.” Her eyes are slits as she starts to lift herself up and down on me. And I’m consumed, being carried away as we both ride the exquisite wonderment of the feelings we create together. I can’t take my eyes off her. Every expression, every moan makes my balls grow fuller as she throws back her head in ecstasy.

  “That’s it, baby… fuck me.” My voice is harsh as I grab her ass and jerk her hard onto me. She grinds her pussy on me, her full breasts moving with her. “Jesus,” I groan, “you’re beautiful.” I grab her hips to guide her as I thrust. “Fuck… your cunt is hot and slick.” My stomach muscles tighten as I continue to grind her on me.

  “Yeah, just like that.” Her nails are latched onto my chest and her pussy jerks my cock off as she screams her orgasm. “Christ!” I let the pleasure take over transporting me to a different dimension. A place where only she exists. My body jerks as I see spots, my seed shooting deep inside her. She collapses on top of me, our breathing labored.

  “Oh my God,” she says, her voice raspy, her sweet lips peppering me with kisses all over my face. “You’re so hot.” She bites the bottom of my lip.

  I grin. “Angel, don’t call me hot. I’m bad, rough, not hot.” I slap her ass holding her still as we look at each other.

  Her eyes narrow. “And… I told you not to go near my… you know.” She whispers the last part.

  It’s impossible not to laugh. “Your ass! It’s okay, babe. It’s only us—you can use your grown-up words.” She gasps and tries to get off me. I hold her still to see her face grow pink. Eve gets shy about anal play. For a moment, I gently grasp her face with my hands so I can gaze at her. She’s my favorite thing to look at, besides my son. I grin and my thumb moves to her puffy lips as I rub them. “You love it.”

  “Jason… I do not.” She huffs and jerks away. This time, I let her go and reach over her for my cigarettes on the nightstand. Our faces are inches apart.

  “You do. It’s okay to like it.” Her eyes change and I full-on laugh this time.

  “You’re such a jerk.” She pushes me back as she stands and stretches. “I need a quick shower. Do you think James is fine?”

  I sit back on the wrought iron bed frame and light up. My eyes travel up and down her, stopping as I admire her full breasts. She drops her hands to her hips.

  “Focus.” She snaps one finger in my face. “Our son… we need to get back to him.”

  “He’s fine. Why don’t you come back to bed?”

  I reach for her, but she squeals and sashays into the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “We need to get back down to the party. I’ve got a balloon guy coming.” She shuts the bathroom door. The water instantly goes on and I close my eyes and enjoy my cancer stick. I should rinse off too, but I love the smell of Eve and sex on me.
I take one more deep drag on the cigarette and put it out. Reluctantly, I get up and pull on my jeans. Since James’s birth, I’ve cut my smoking back to the point that I hardly miss it. So, if I get a chance to sneak one, I do. I push open the bathroom door and there on the counter of the sink is a pregnancy stick.

  Eve is humming in the shower and my stomach flips. Shit, do I look? I should wait for her… but it’s right there. The shower turns off and I look over at my wife in all her wet glory and my dick hardens. Crossing my arms, I say, “Something you want to tell me?” I can’t help but smile.

  She laughs. “You tell me. It’s obvious you looked.” She rolls her eyes at me. “I took it because I’m late and my boobs hurt. But since I just stopped breast—”

  “It’s got two bright pink lines.” I show her.

  She purses her lips as she towels herself off and my heart thuds in my chest. To say I’m excited is to put it mildly. I want a bunch of kids with Eve.

  “Babe? Talk to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head?”

  She sighs and folds the towel, hanging it up. “Are you happy? Do you want another baby so soon?”

  I nod. “I’m thrilled, but if you’re not ready…” I lean on the cool dark rock of my shower and look at this wild, beautiful gypsy who has captured my soul.

  She walks up and wraps her arms around my neck, her warm, sweet-smelling body pressed into mine, and I groan as I jerk her as tight as I can into my arms. My nose is instantly in her neck as I breathe in her scent and hear the words I need to hear.

  “I’m thrilled.”

  “Get dressed, Angel, and let’s go tell everyone. My mom is going to be ecstatic.”

  Then I give her another kiss because I can’t seem to stop. With reluctance, I let her go. She twirls around and graces me with a smile that makes my chest hurt at how much I love her.

  “I’ll only be a second.” She pulls on a black tube dress. We rarely have a babysitter so I’m debating if I should turn her around and fuck her again… as a celebration, you know? I’m reaching for her when a loud knock makes me pull Eve behind me. She’s clutching one Converse to her chest.

  “What?” I snap.

  “Um, Prez… we got a situation.” Ryder’s voice booms through the wood.

  Eve’s hand goes to her throat, the thud of her shoe falling a loud reminder that this is my life. Every day, the stress of something happening to my woman or boy makes me weak. And now Eve’s pregnant again.

  “Is it anything with my boy?”

  “No.” He chuckles and I sense Eve’s whole body relax. “James Dean is having a blast with Axel… it’s a family matter.”

  She sinks down onto our bed and reaches for her shoe. “Jesus Christ, can’t we have one day without a situation?” she snaps as she reaches for her sneaker and slips it on.

  “Apparently not.” I look down at her flushed face. “You okay?”

  She stands and pulls down her dress then flips her hair over her shoulder. “I feel like a hundred dollars.” She reaches up on her tiptoes to brush my lips. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

  She swings open the door to Ryder lounging in the doorway. She pats his arm as she grabs her bag, then flashes me a saucy smirk. “Hurry up, you two. Cake is happening soon.”

  My heart beats faster. I would die a thousand times for her. I rub my hands over my face and inhale. The smell of my Eve calms me. I drop my hands and face Ryder.

  “What?”

  “He’s in the conference room.” I arch a brow at him then shake my head as I walk past.

  “By your cryptic message, I’m assuming this is going to make me unhappy on my son’s birthday and make us late for cake?”

  He lifts up his hands like I have a gun pointed at him. “I didn’t say that. Actually it’s about time he came back and finished what needs to be done.”

  “Eve is pregnant again.” He stares at me and for a little bit, that horrible slither of dread causes the hair to stand up on my arms.

  “Eve’s a fighter. She’ll be fine. It’s time, brother.”

  I let his words swim around my head knowing Ryder’s right. This has been a long time coming. I barely acknowledge anyone as we pass the loud game room. Bikers are playing pool and doing shots, but there are no drugs in sight. This is a family party. That means no weapons, no drugs. If they can’t follow the rules, they’re gone. I have no tolerance for any shit of any kind. My kid is not growing up like me. Eve and I are on the same page when it comes to parenting. Translation—we both do the opposite of what our parents did. I stop at the door.

  “Revenge needs to happen, Prez. People need to atone,” Ryder hisses. I look at him for a second and wonder how bloody this is going to get.

  “I got your back, man. We ain’t going down this time.”

  I grin because Ryder is one scary motherfucker when he wants to be. I nod and jerk open the door. His back is to me. I can’t not snort at his dark suit that stinks up the room with money.

  He turns and I lock eyes with his silver ones. The room is quiet, and the sun pours in casting a shadow across half the floor, almost as if it’s warning us.

  Fuck it. Ryder’s right. It’s time to find whoever is responsible and make them pay.

  So, I step inside and say, “Hello, David…”

  THE END

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  The Entitled

  People say you can’t find your soul mate at eight years old. I did.

  I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself.

  We were young… beautiful… entitled.

  Money and private schools, our families’ lavish parties and posh New York City apartments—it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe.

  But I have a secret. It’s big and to some, unforgivable. And it’s why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroyed us. Either way, I’m worse than broke—I’m broken.

  Once upon a time, we were happy…Yet privilege has an ugly underside and in the blink of an eye, my world crashed down around me.

  I don’t feel entitled anymore.

  The Entitled is first in The Entitled duet. Their story concludes in The Enlightened.

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  Cassandra Robbins has threatened to write a romance novel for years. After a stint as an actress, she finally let the voices take over. She’s a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic driven to create obsessive, angst-filled characters who have to fight for their happily ever after. Cassandra resides in Los Angeles with her hot husband, two beautiful children, and fluffy Samoyed, Stanley. Her family and friends are her lifeline, but writing is her passion.