his reaction. His shoulders pull forward, his core curling, so I take that as a good sign.
I wet my lips and pull the head into my mouth, but I don’t stop there. I glide down as far as I can and suck in my cheeks, slipping back up to the tip and dip down again.
I repeat this several times, rolling and gliding my tongue along him as I go and his head slams back.
“Fuck me, that mouth. I knew it was made for me,” he pants. “Like that. Just like that.”
I do as he asks, and after a minute or two, he begins pumping into my mouth. Slow at first, and then a little quicker. His body curls up, his hands gripping on to my face and right when he’s about to come, he tears me up his body, one hand flying to his dick to help it the rest of the way, allowing it to spill all over my stomach.
His thumbs spread it in, dragging his cum and circling it around the diamonds of my micro dermal piercings on my hipbones. His eyes lift to mine, and then he’s gripping the back of my neck. His mouth lands hard on mine and he groans into it. Sucking my tongue and twitching as he rides his wave.
We kiss until his breathing calms, and then he strips himself of his shirt, using it to clean up the mess.
He tosses it aside, tugs me into him, his knuckle trailing over the hickey on my neck. “This right here, I need people to see it, Tink.” His lips brush mine. “Let them see.”
Let them see his mark on my skin.
I’m too afraid to pause and think beyond tonight, so I pour all my focus into this moment.
He kisses me again, slower, softer, and my chest tightens when he whispers, “For the record, as far as I’m concerned you were already mine, and baby girl... know that I’m yours.”
I don’t even remember falling asleep, but we must have, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up beside him.
Chapter 27
Royce
Raven has to stay in the hospital for another day because of the emergency C-section.
When the doc came in and told her so, he said two more days, but the girl refused, and used Maybell as her excuse, not that she needed one—she said she had a nurse and a gang at home and didn’t need to be here that long.
The doc couldn’t argue, so he moved onto the next bit of info, mentioning Raven was to refrain from ‘sexual intercourse’ for six weeks—something they both knew but pretended would never come. Maddoc argued she didn’t push a baby out and we laughed our asses off at his expense.
He decided not to debate the point with the doctor and gave Raven a look that said that wouldn’t be happening, a look she gave him right back.
He’s a sneaky fuck, though, got her a present he said was a long time coming in the twenty minutes it took her to shower—I got to watch the little man sleep in his plastic little cube thing while he snuck out.
I was a good-ass sitter—he didn’t even wake up.
Doubt Maddoc’ll tell me how his ‘present’ worked out, but I guess that means they’re waiting that six-week mark after all, give them both time to heal.
Now, we’re all back in the room, Zoey’s sitting up in a chair the nurse brought specifically for her, staring down at her best friend.
We skipped school and have just gotten our lunch delivered when Raven’s eyes slide to me and hold.
Raven winces as she pushes up in the hospital bed, lifts the baby onto her shoulder, holding his little head near hers, and Maddoc leans over to kiss his hair. “You weren’t alone last night.”
I say nothing but put my food away, wash my hands in the sink, and make my way to her.
With a small smile, she hands me my nephew.
He’s smaller than a football, perfect in every fucking way.
I take the seat opposite of Maddoc and cradle him in my arms like Maybell showed me, making sure his head is tucked perfectly into the crook of my elbow.
I run a hand over his full head of dark hair, as black as a raven, just like his mama. He starts to stir, a small cry slipping from his lips and I freeze.
The others laugh but Raven quickly passes me a weird-ass circle pacifier, nothing like the ones they brought home when they went