Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“For which?”

“Both.”

“This weekend for the tattoo, and six months for the wedding.”

My lips twitch. “Our year deadline?”

“I’m a woman of my word.”

I allow myself a moment to rest my head on her chest. “B. I want to have babies with you. I know the chances are lowered, but If we can—”

“Yes.”

I pull back and grin. “Yeah?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. I want a family with you too.”

“Yeah?” I‘m shocked by her response.

“I been dying to ask you, but there was so much going on.” She shakes her head. “My window is closing.”

“Then you better get to the doctor, and take that Morena out so we can get started.”

“We have time to try for two.”

“Better start thinking up names,” I growl. “How about a practice run?” I ask as I slowly move off the table and back into the chair.

She slips from the table a regal queen as she glides toward me with the robe billowing out behind her, and her tight body on display. I’m not the only one who’s tightened up thanks to our workout routine.

“Let me undress my man.” She carefully removed my cut and lays it on a chair. The rest is a blur of cool fingers, heated lips, and skin as she strips me downs and I explore her lush body. She sucks on my nipples and runs her nails over my flesh, building me up. I groan as the pressure builds.

“Oh, someone likes this,” she whispers I peer down to see her pumping my cock, and I moan. It’s still just as hot as it was. She bites my hard peak, and I jerk. She eases down on me, and the sight of her body taking mine makes me groan. She finds a rhythm as she continues to tease me. I push two fingers into her mouth, and she winds her clever tongue around them. I release a shaky breath. She bobs her head, and I know I’ll be a goner soon. The way she’s bouncing up and down on my lap tells me she’s not far behind. I watch her as she quakes, and I follow behind her into blissful nothingness.

***

I massage B’s neck where a snowflake with my name, Freeze, is weaved into the design, hidden under her hair. We’re waiting along with the rest of the courtroom for the verdict.

Hearing the defense attempt to paint Elizabeth Watkins as a victim made my skin crawl. The wench knew exactly what she was doing, and why. Unfortunately, she also knew how to put on a big show. The crying, carrying on and making herself look wide-eyed and innocent.

The reporters had a field day on the way inside the courthouse, and they were waiting like vultures outside to pick clean anyone who came by. I wanted to spare B, that. She’s drawn into herself, and I hate it. My stomach flips and my body begins to heat up.

“Have you reached a verdict?” the judge asks.

The dark-haired man with a beard stands. “We have your honor. We the jury find Elizabeth Watkins guilty of two counts of attempted murder in the first degree.”

The rest of the world is static is the courtroom erupts twitch cheers, screams, and crying. She’s lucky the cops got to her first. What I had planned would’ve been far worse. I squeeze B’s neck.

She turns to me with water eyes.

“Hey, we won.”

“No. She should have worse.”

“Honey that pretty little blonde headed into a maximum is going to suffer plenty believe me. You ready to get out of here?”

“Yes, I have a surprise for you.”

I scan her frame. “Where?”