Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (19 page)

Ripley’s gift to them was a pre and post baby shoot, which
turned out to be the shit. He wouldn’t have admitted it even under torture, but
the quick glance he’d stolen at the pictures on Ripley’s computer had made him
feel like a pussy. All emotional and shit. His woman was gorgeous knocked up,
and he’d never thought a pregnant woman would appeal to him. But he’d not been
able to keep his hands off her, even when the damn doctor said to hold off on
anything but oral sex. At least not until they were closer to her due date, and
then he could fuck her until her water broke. Which freaked him out, even
though the doc said it was safe and preferable to having to induce labor if
Ever
went over on her cook time.

 Chapter Twenty One

Three weeks before she was due, the feds showed back up on
their doorstep and brought news that he’d received about fifteen minutes before
their arrival, from Pen and
Nasa
.
Ever’s
dick ex wasn’t present, and neither was the agent who’d tackled her to the
dirt, lucky for them. But because he’d been hesitating on how to tell his wife
that news, the feds got to do it first. He stood behind her where she’d chosen
to sit on one of the bar stools, his hands on her shoulders, kneading gently
while she raised her hand to thread her fingers with his. Granger, cleared his
throat uncomfortably and laid it out for her.

Another gang her father’s club had been affiliated with had
joined ranks with the skinheads, in an effort to take over the Tornado’s
territory. But in the process of it all, that other gang, the name of which
Granger wouldn’t divulge, had lost faith in the skinhead’s ability to make the
deal happen. Thought that the idea of the skinheads joining forces with the
Tornado’s via marriage, was stupid and had taken steps to ensure that both the
Tornado’s and the skinheads were out of the way.

Connor Talbert, aka
McGuyver
, was
still alive and a member of that third gang and had been the one to snitch
about the safe houses, the money, the wedding, everything. Fucker was
responsible for Pike and Susan’s death, and in the wind right now, but not for
long. Several of the gang members were in custody and being charged with murder
or conspiracy to commit murder. Ever thanked them for updating them, and as
soon as they were gone, he lifted her pale face up and made her focus on him.
She was edging being in shock, so he did what he thought was right and told her
what he knew. “Nasa called me not long before the feds got here. The gang was
another MC, the Leviathans.” She nodded, eyes a little too wide, lips pale from
how hard she was pressing them together. “I know of them. One of the brothers
was into me, dad discouraged his interest with a baseball bat to his hands.
They’re hard core, bloody, rabid fuckers.”

“The worst, I know.
Nasa
is working
on fabricating any possible evidence he can to get every single one of them
arrested. Talbert, we find him first, what do you want done with him?”

She blinked up at him, tears sparkling on her lashes as her
body started to catch up to the turmoil going on in her mind. Her hands kneaded
into his shirt and she struggled, “What would you do?” She rasped thickly,
sucking back a sob, and he touched a kiss to her brow, rubbing his thumbs along
her cheeks and thought about it. “He’s a rat, a dirty fuckin rat. I’d want him
in a cage with a bunch of cats, and let his ass get reamed every day until
he
fuckin dies in agony. Killing him would be merciful,” She
nodded, sliding her arms around his waist to hug him as tight as she could. “Do
that, then. If you find him first.”

“Done. You
gonna
be okay?”

“Yeah. I just…all this time, and now I know. I thought I’d be
relieved? But I’m not. I’m…angry.”

“He took from you, twice. Angry is good. It’s normal.”

She nodded, opened her mouth to speak, then went rigid and
made a strangled little sound of shock, right before he heard a splash of water
hit the floor. At first he didn’t know what that sound was, and then
Ever
groaned like she was dying. “Oh shit. My water broke.”
He froze, like a deer in the headlights, seeing the panic on her face and felt
it in his gut. “Three more weeks, I’m…I’m not due for three weeks,” He choked
back his own terror and hustled his ass into the kitchen where his extremely
organized wife had made a list of what to do, in case of labor. He’d teased her
when she’d put the list up and insisted he read it, but right now he was
thanking his fuckin stars she’d done it.

He followed it to the letter, and twenty minutes later as
they made their way to the hospital. Ever was alternating between freaking out
that she was going early, and threatening to castrate him with a dull spoon. He
managed to call Top and let him know the deal, the sound of his laughter still
ringing in his ear because he’d heard
Ever
promising
to kill him the first chance she got.

Eleven torturous hours later, his red faced, screaming son
was set in his arms. He was perfect, all ten toes, all ten fingers, perfectly
healthy even three weeks early. Three weeks early, and he was an even nine
pounds of beautiful. A spiky, thick cap of gold hair, his hair, and what looked
like his mother’s bright green eyes. “Go on and present him to the masses,”
Ever murmured from the bed. He stared at her, so overwhelmed with love that he
might have even shed a tear or two. Even after eleven hours of work to push out
his kid, hair all in a messy knot on top of her head, he bent over and kissed her,
whispering, because he didn’t trust his voice above that level and said,
“Sexiest bitch, ever.”

“Fuck off.” She grunted back, making one of the nurses choke
back a laugh, then sighed as she lay back and closed her eyes, “Love you too.”
She murmured, and he definitely shed a tear. Like a pussy.

Chapter Twenty Two

“
You have got to be fucking KIDDING ME
!” He looked up
from where he’d just put Lyon down in his crib, in his new room across the hall
from theirs, wondering what the hell was up
Ever’s
ass
now. Lyon yawned, still fast asleep despite his mother’s shriek, looking cute
as shit in the little baby thing one of the girls had gotten him. It said,
Don’t
Piss Me Off, My Daddy’s a Biker, He’ll Fuck
You Up.

Two months old, and his boy was only getting more perfect.
Despite the fact that right now, all he did was eat, sleep, and make toxic
shit. Despite that last part, his life was aces. Somehow he’d wound up with
everything a man could ask for, except for the pissed off woman downstairs.

He tore himself away and clipped the baby monitor on his hip,
going down the stairs to see
Ever
pacing back and
forth in the living room, waving something around like she was possessed, “Not
fucking funny! Not funny at all!” She was growling, shaking whatever was in her
hand harder, “Babe, what the fuck? I just put the kid down.” She whirled around
and glared at him, so pissed off it was a wonder her hair wasn’t on fire. “You,
are un-fucking-believable!” He tried to get past the raging lust and figure out
what he possibly could have done now to piss her off, but came up with nothing.
“You did it,
again
!”

She threw in a foot stomp, which meant there would be a knife
getting thrown next if he didn’t get a hand or two on her, which meant it was
going to be a quick afternoon fuck while the kid was still sleeping. The couch
was conveniently close by, he could bend her over that and fuck the mad right
out of her. Yeah. Definitely. “We are
NEVER
, fucking in your bed at the
compound,
EVER AGAIN
!” He shook himself out of his slavering state,
because what the fuck was wrong with his bed at the compound? “What? Why?”

Hair on fire, eyes
spittin
sparks
at him, it was becoming seriously difficult to focus, all the blood rushing to
his cock, which had been sorely neglected over the last two months, what with
her not being able to have sex until some horrifyingly gross situation with her
lady parts getting back to normal, and what she called a month long period of
epic proportions. And then when she’d been able, both of them had been so
exhausted, that they’d only gotten in a few hurried moments in between when the
kid was sleeping or when someone else was holding him. Seriously, his balls
were on fire with how bad he wanted to spend the day up inside her. And there
she was, trying to shove something up his nose while yelling at him, “I swear
to fucking Christ, Lucas Morningstar,” And that was a sure sign he was in
serious trouble, “You have got supercharged,
uber
fucking sperm or something, and it is a god damn wonder you don’t have a horde
of kids and their mother’s chasing after you. You couldn’t let me have more
than a god damn month, could you? Not one fuckin month!”

She went on like that for a minute,
bustin
his nuts because his sperm was supercharged? But then he managed to catch the
thing she was waving around, and a stupid grin spread over his mouth as he
realized what had his bitch in such a lather. “You think this is
funny
?”
She shrieked, whacking at him to get his attention, “It’s funny as hell how mad
you are, when you know you’re every bit as happy as me.”

“I am not! I just got done with this shit, and the one
singular fucking time you did not wear a rubber,
again
. Quit smiling!
This is not funny! Jesus, I hate you so much!”

“No you don’t.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“No you’re not. You’re going to strip and bend over that
couch so I can fuck you stupid.”

She just stared at him, clearly not have heard, or chose not
to believe, because she didn’t strip. So he spun her around and shoved her over
the couch, landing a hard smack on her gorgeous ass, “Strip, Ever. Now.”

“No.”

“No?”

“NO!”

“You
wanna
fuck with your clothes
on? Okay. Whatever you want baby, you know I love
givin
it to you any way I can.”

She moaned and got with the program when he slipped his
fingers up inside the leg of her short shorts, finding her pussy bare and
creamy, ready for what was to come. She got her clothes off in record time,
making him grit his teeth when she made that keening little sound when he
drilled into her with no foreplay. Even after
pushin
out his kid, she was tight as a fist, her milk swollen tits overflowing in his
hands, her ass high up in the air, on her toes with her hands braced on the
couch cushions, swearing at him and calling him names until he spanked her ass
red and had her coming so hard he had no choice but to blow. He leaned down and
pressed a trail of kisses up her spine, bracing one hand beside her on the
couch, using his other to cover her soft belly,

“I hate you right now.”

“I love you right now.”

She sighed and turned her face to kiss him, the mad gone, and
a soft expression on her face to replace the anger. And he couldn’t help but
give her shit, “Maybe your eggs just suck up my come because it tastes so good,
and they like
makin
my babies. You ever think about that?”
She scowled at him and shoved back, dislodging him from inside her. “You’re
such a dick!” Her proclamation earned her another round of fuckin, on the floor
in the afternoon sunshine until their son announced that it was feeding time,
loudly roaring his displeasure. “Love you, baby.” He told her, wondering how
mad she’d be when she figured out the guys had been betting on how quickly he’d
knock her up again.

If he wasn’t mistaken, they all owed him money. Life was fuckin
awesome, even more so that he got to lay on the floor and watch his wife walk
away from him butt ass naked to go upstairs and feed their boy. He waited till
she was out of sight before rolling over to grab the home pregnancy test off
the floor, his phone from his pants and snapped a picture of the big POSITIVE
in the window, smirking as he typed in,
PAY UP MOTHER FUCKERS
, and hit
send on the group text.

Five seconds later, his phone pinged and he grimaced to see
that one of the bastards had forwarded his message to Ever, and she’d taken a
screen shot, texted him back and informed him he’d be using his winnings to get
himself castrated. “Love you, babe!” He shouted, and obviously she heard him
because she sent another text.
I’ll make girls only from now on, then we’ll
see whose laughing, mother fucker.

Shit. Could she do that? His guts turned to water at the very
idea of a house full of girls. Of some fucker trying to date his daughter. He
did a quick google search to confirm that Ever could not magically produce
girls just by force of will, apparently it was his sperm that determined the
sex of the baby, and obviously he had the good
shit
,
the kind that made boys only, otherwise she wouldn’t be pregnant again. But
honestly, he wouldn’t put it past her to somehow make girls happen, just to
spite him.