Fallen Son (The Fallen Men 3.5)

Fuck me, but I didn’t want to have this conversation in a garage filled with my guys where I couldn’t tell her in all ways––with my body and my eyes and my fuckin’ words––that I would never let that happen. So I turned on my booted heel and tromped across the garage, tugging Lou behind me by the hand. Nova called out, but I ignored ’im.

Only when we hit the second empty bay, separated by a partially raised automatic wall to the first where the brothers hung out, did I stop long enough to open the door to a Mustang I was hand restorin’ and push Lou inside ’fore followin’.

“Z,” she protested on a giggle. “There’s no need to go alpha biker on me.”

“There’s every fuckin’ need,” I said, cutting off her humour at the knees ’cause I needed her to get me. Get this. I turned into her on the back seat, sliding ’cross the leather to gather her up against me, one arm ’round her lower back and the other at her cheek, sinkin’ into the thick silk of the hair over her ear so she was forced to look into my face.

A face, I knew, that was set like granite.

Her breath stuttered, not in fear but anticipation.

“You listen to me, and you listen good, wife. It’s our babies you got in you. Ours. Don’t even need to meet ’em to know that those kids are gonna be all the best fuckin’ parts’a you and me, because together? A love like ours? Straight up, we’re only capable’a makin’ pure fuckin’ beauty. So you gotta know, understandin’ that, there’s no way they’re gonna be sick. Even if you doubt that, do ya really think God is gonna saddle us with more drama after the drama we already fought and killed for? Now, you know I have no place for that religious bullshit in my life, but I know you got a relationship with Him, and I know my smart girl wouldn’t if she didn’t believe He was mighty and good. A being like that ain’t gonna fuck us over again, yeah?”

Slowly, she blinked and then nodded, but I could see the wobble in that pink mouth so I forged on.

I was Zeus, god of thunder and slayer of Loulou Garro’s demons. Each and every fuckin’ one of ’em.

I ground my forehead into hers so that my eyes were her entire universe and my words rolled just like thunder from my body into hers.

“Even if they get sick, baby, even if life happens to ’em at some point, as life always fuckin’ does, these aren’t just normal kids. They’re Garros, and they’re you. The son and daughter of a warrior. You think they don’t got it in ’em to fight just as hard as you did, even fuckin’ harder if they’ve gotta?”

The tears fell then, dropping like crystals with soft plinks to the leather seat beneath us. Leanin’ forward, I captured one with my tongue and took her sorrow into my body so that I might understand it better and kill it quicker. My entire hand palmed the side of her face, and when I spoke, it was in a whisper that came right up from the heart of me like spring water bursting through the crust’a the earth. “Lou, baby, they’re gonna be you, and God knows just as well as I do that there ain’t anythin’ stronger on this earth than you.”

“Fuck.” The curse exploded on a soft breath as her tears kept streamin’ and her lip kept tremblin’. Only, her hands came up, one to frame mine on her cheek and the other to mimic my pose with it pressed to my face and her voice was iron when she declared, “Tell myself every day it’s just not possible for one person to love another as much as I love you, and then there you go, every fucking day, proving me wrong, because I just fall deeper.”

“Good,” I rumbled, filled with the male satisfaction of possession and successfully soothing a lover of ’er fear. “’Cause I’m drownin’ in it every single fuckin’ day. Would hate to be in that alone.”

“Never,” she swore fiercely, my little warrior comin’ back. “And these babies never will be either. We’ll fight for them, no matter what.”

“That’s my girl,” I told her. “I got you, and we got them, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathed on a smile before rewarding me with a tear salted kiss.

Her mouth was hot and lush as I parted her lips with my tongue and swept inside to plunder all that sweet heat for myself. She moaned around my thrusting tongue and pushed her tits against my chest.

A man only had so much strength, and when her small hand scraped over the denim covering my inner thigh before wrappin’ tight around my growin’ dick, I caved into temptation and took my girl in the back seat of an old Mustang sixteen feet from my club brethren.