Cotton: Satan's Fury MC (18 page)

“Don’t stop,” I cried while the waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. The pleasure was so intense, my legs momentarily buckled. His strong hands gripped my hips and held me upright as my body contracted around his hard cock. My muscles struggled to push him out, but his thrusts were relentless as he quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I began to rock my hips back into his, wanting him to be as satisfied as I was. I felt his cock swell inside me when he reached his orgasm. His growl echoed in the room as his rhythm slowed.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m good with that,” I laughed and turned to face him. I wound my arms around his neck and said, “I love you, Cotton.”

“I love you more,” he said as he kissed me again and again.             

Several Years Later

I’d left the house before daybreak, before Cass had even gotten out of bed, and spent the morning out on the bike. It’d been a long week, and I needed an hour to myself. As soon as I rolled the throttle back, my mind went blank and I was completely focused on the twists and turns of the road. There was truly nothing like feeling the wind in my face and the sun at my back. It was all the therapy I needed. I could’ve spent the entire day just riding. After I’d gone by the clubhouse to check in with Guardrail, I headed out to Cape Flattery to do some exploring. The smell of the salt air helped clear my thoughts, soothed my soul, as I rode along the coastline, and I was just about to pick up the speed when I felt my phone vibrating at my chest. I pulled over onto the shoulder, and when I looked down at the screen, I saw it was Cass calling.

I killed the engine, and as soon as I answered, she said, “You have to do something about the girls.”

Laughing, I said, “What are they up to now?”

“The usual,” she huffed. “They’ve been going at it since they woke up.”

I looked down at my watch, and when I saw that it was only eight, I asked, “How long have they been up?”

She sighed as she said, “About twenty minutes.”

“I’ll be home in ten.”

“Cotton?” she whispered in that sweet, loving voice she got when she wanted something.

“Yeah, darlin’. Whatcha need?”

“Can you grab some milk on your way home?”

“Yeah, no problem. Need anything else?”

“Just you,” she teased.

“You got me. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I told her.

I didn’t waste any time getting back to the house. I parked the bike and went inside, finding the house to be oddly quiet. When I walked into the kitchen, the refrigerator door was open and Cass was standing there, staring inside. She was still in her long, pink nightgown, and her hair was twisted on top of her head in a messy bun. She looked absolutely stunning as she ran her hands over her round belly. I dropped the bag of milk along with a few extras I’d bought on the kitchen counter, then walked over to her, gently kissing her on the back of the neck.

She leaned against me as she turned her head back toward me and said, “I forgot to tell you to grab some eggs, too.”

“I got some,” I smiled. “What’s going on with the girls?”

She tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she said, “I may have overreacted. I woke up a little grumpy this morning. Your son is making it almost impossible for me to sleep, so I was a little on edge this morning. I shouldn’t have called you to come home.”

“When it comes to my girls, always call.” I eased her away from the door of the refrigerator, then closed it as I said, “Now, go get in bed and get some rest. I’ll see about the girls then I’ll make breakfast. You sleep.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Now, go get some rest. I’ll bring you a plate when it’s ready.”

She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Forewarning... Darby pulled all the heads off of Susana’s Barbie dolls and she’s hidden them somewhere in their room.”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. Just like when I was a kid, my girls were always into something. Hiding the heads was a new twist for Darby, but I wasn’t surprised she’d done it. For a six-year-old, she was pretty crafty with her revenge. But I knew she wouldn’t have touched Susana’s dolls unless there was a reason. I’d just have to figure out why she’d done it, so I assured Cass by saying, “I’ve got it under control.”

I knew the twins were a handful, and seeing that Cass was eight and half months pregnant, she was feeling a little overwhelmed. When I walked into the room, Darby’s curly hair was an untamed mess, while Susana’s had already been brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. They were twins, but totally opposite in almost every way. Each was amazing in her own way, and I couldn’t adore them more. When I walked into their room, Darby was sitting on her bed, playing with the cat, and when she looked up at me with those dark brown eyes, it was hard to imagine she could ever do anything as mischievous as taking her sister’s dolls and mutilating them. Susana was sitting on the floor, pouting. When she spotted me, she immediately started with the waterworks.

Big, fat crocodile tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her chubby, little cheeks as she said, “Darby hurt my dollies.”

I closed the door and crossed my arms, giving them both my best ‘I’m not messing around’ pose. Sometimes, that’s all it took to get them to spill the beans on everything that had happened, but not today. They both just looked at me, giving me their most innocent expressions. Too fucking cute. I walked over to Darby’s bed and sat down as I asked, “Why do you think she did that, Susana?”

“Cause she’s mean,” she answered as she glared over at her sister.

“I am not!” Darby barked. “You’re the one who used up all of my smell-good soap in the bathtub last night. Momma gave that to me for my birthday.”

“Did not!”

“Yes, you did. It’s all gone,” Darby grumbled. “Daddy, I told her to stop using my stuff.”

I knew it had to be something. Darby was very picky about her things. Cass was always saying she was OCD about it, but I just thought it was cute. The kid took pride in her things, and I couldn’t blame her for getting upset that her sister had taken something that was hers without asking. Susana reminded me so much of my brother, Luke. He was always getting into my stuff, even though he knew I’d give him hell about it. I remember a day when I was bitchin’ to my dad about it, and he gave me a different take on things. He reminded me I was the older brother and Luke looked up to me. He thought my stuff was better, simply because it was mine. Although my girls were the same age, I figured it was a similar situation. I imagined Susana felt the same way about Darby’s stuff as Luke felt about mine. I looked over to Susana and asked, “Susana, why did you take her stuff without asking?”

“Cause I knew she’d say no, and I just wanted to use a little. It smells really good…” she admitted. She looked down at her hands and whispered, “I’m sorry, Darby.”

I turned my attention back to Darby and said, “You think you could accept your sister’s apology and give her back her dolls?”

Darby scrunched up her eyebrows as she said, “But Daddy… she used it all, it’s gone. It’s not fair.”

“It’s soap, Darby… we can get some more. Your sister likes your things. You should take it as a compliment.”

Her face softened as she looked over at her sister. She took a moment to think before she asked, “If I give you back your dolls, are you gonna leave my stuff alone?”

“Or at least ask before you use it,” I interjected.

“Yeah, I promise.”

“And Darby,” I warned. “Next time, tell me or your mother when something like this happens. Taking the heads off of your sister’s dolls was wrong.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Daddy” she told me as she got up from her bed and went over to her dresser. She pulled out her bottom drawer and reached in underneath all of her clothes, retrieving her sister’s dolls.

“Susana, come here,” I told her as I motioned for her to come over and sit on the bed next to me. Once she was curled up next to me, I reached for Darby, pulling her next to us and said, “You know, it won’t be long before you brother gets here. You’ve got a big job ahead of you.”

“What kind of job?” Darby asked.

“You’ve got to show him the ropes. Show him how things work in the world. I’m counting on you both to do right by each other, so he’ll see how it’s done.”

“We will be good, Daddy,” Susana assured me. “I won’t take Darby’s stuff anymore.”

“And I won’t hurt Susana’s dolls or put bugs in her hair anymore.”

I laughed as I said, “That would be a good start. My daddy always told me it’s okay to make a mistake as long as you learn from them.”

“Like that time Momma turned all your white shirts pink?” Darby asked. “She hasn’t done that again.”

“Yeah, kind of like that.” I smiled.

“Momma said that Henley and Maverick were coming over today for Grandpa’s birthday. Is Thomas coming, too?” Susana asked. Thomas was Maverick and Henley’s son. He was a bit older than the girls and tended to use that to his advantage.

“Yeah, I reckon he is.”

Susana got a serious expression on her face as she said, “He hasn’t learned from his mistakes, Daddy. He gets in trouble every time he comes to play with us.”

“We’ll keep an eye on him. Just have fun with Lexi and Grandpa. Maverick and I will keep Thomas entertained in the garage.” Lexi was Maverick and Henley’s daughter. She was just a few months younger than our girls, so they usually got along better with her than Thomas.

“Okay,” Darby answered.

“I’m going to make breakfast. Either of you want to help?” I asked.

“Can I stir the eggs?” they both asked at the same time.

“Yep,” I told them while I kissed each of them on the forehead and started for the kitchen.

We spent the next half-hour making breakfast, and once it was all done, I made a plate and took it into the bedroom for Cass. She was propped up on a pillow, reading a book, and smiled when she saw me entering the room. She sat the book down in her lap and asked, “How did it go with the girls?”

“Got it sorted,” I told her as I placed her breakfast down on the bedside table. “They have an unfair advantage, you know.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” she smiled.

“They’re beautiful like their mother. Makes it hard to fuss at them,” I told her as I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“They may be beautiful, but they are a handful. Actually, I think they get that from you,” she teased. “I was always a good child.”

I shook my head with disbelief and said, “I’m sure you were a perfect angel.”

“I mean… I had my moments,” she confessed.

“Now the truth comes out. Something tells me you could give our girls a run for their money,” I taunted.

“I don’t know about that. Two to one… I wouldn’t stand a chance,” she laughed.

“I’ve got your back, baby.” I kissed her once more and then said, “We’ve got this.”

The End

Clutch’s book will be released mid-summer.

There will also be more from Sara in a future series.

Followed by a short excerpt of Stitch

I don’t know where to start. With each book, I am more and more thankful for the people in my life who make this journey possible for me. My family has been an incredible support, and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without them. My mother continues to be my rock, and I appreciate her more than she will ever know.

Amanda Faulkner has also been a huge blessing to me. I’ve never known how much help a PA could be until the day she stepped into my life. I have been blown away by all the support and the friendship she has given me over the past year. She has such a positive outlook and keeps me going whenever I need a push. Her partner in crime, Natalie Weston, has also been a huge help to me. I can’t thank either them enough for all they do to promote my books and just being there whenever I need them. Thank you, Amanda and Natalie.

Danielle Deraney Palumbo continues to amaze me. Even when things get tough, she always finds a way to face things head-on, and she does it with a great attitude and a funny story to boot. Whenever I am having doubts, she finds a way to put me on the right track and help me get my books where they need to be. Thank you, Danielle, for taking the time out of your busy life to help me. I appreciate it more than you know.

I also want to thank Marci Ponce for all of her help with Cotton and the Satan’s Fury series. She has such great insight when it comes to MC romances, and her help over the past year has been invaluable to me. I am excited about her venture to start her own series with the Forsaken Saints. I am sure it will be amazing, and I can’t wait for her to get started. Thank you, Marci.

I am so excited to be working with Julia Goda. When I messaged her about editing my new series, I knew right away she was going to be awesome to work with. She took the time to go back and edit Maverick and the other books in the Satan’s Fury MC series, making them all even better, and I can’t thank her enough for taking the time to edit Cotton.

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