Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (6 page)

“Will you let it go if I swear to you, that it has nothing to
do with you or getting your brand?”

“Fuck no.”

“Didn’t think so. How long does your tattoo guy have for this
appointment?”

“Long as it fuckin takes. He knows the drill. Why are you
cryin?”

She sighed and sat up, wincing a little because her chewed up
skin pulled a little and the burn got worse now that she started focusing in on
it. Roar used his index finger to turn her face back towards him, raising his
brows in a clearly expectant expression. “I’d given this up a long time ago,
stopped thinking and dreaming about it. Made myself do that to keep from going
crazy I think.  It’s not what I expected, not what you wanted, and part of
me is sorry for it. But you’re a big boy, making this decision on your own,
despite my willingness to leave you out of it.”

“Babe. What the fuck are you talkin about? Gave what up?”

“Belonging somewhere. Having a family again.”

He sighed long and heavy, scooting his chair up so that he
could be nose to nose with her. So he could rub his big rough hands into her
shoulders and stroke his palms over her hair. So he could touch a kiss to her
brow and brush her tears away. “It’s honestly been a shit four months after I
let you walk out of my room at the clubhouse. You can ask the brothers, I’ve
been an uptight mother fucker, sore as a lion with a thorn in its paw and
screwin shit up left and right. You’re right, this whole thing, you being
pregnant, it’s not what I expected. Or if I’m bein honest, what I wanted. But I
told you, man takes care of his business, and baby, havin you in my bed every
night is not gonna be a hardship at all. Seein you wrap my boy up in that
blanket you made out of my shirt, that’s not gonna be hard either. You’re my
business now, Everly, I’ll take care of you right. If I don’t, I expect to have
my ass plugged with a few of those knives of yours. And despite your
willingness, you’re not leaving me out of shit.”

She nodded, he kissed her forehead again and shouted for
Ringer. He stayed right there with her, petting her shoulders, kneading his
fingers into her hair while he kept his lips pressed to her forehead. Killing
her with his gentleness. Overwhelming her with the sultry scent of his skin,
and he didn’t miss it when she turned her cheek to his throat and slowly
inhaled the scent of leather, sweat, smoke, sun and his spicy aftershave. No
sissy store bought cologne for this guy, whatever his stuff was, it was the
shit and it made her already unruly hormones stand up and scream like a drunk
sorority girl at a rock concert. “You like that?” He murmured, “Yeah.”

“Knew you liked something about me,”

He got her back to her place later that night, watching in
total amusement while he watched her moving around in the kitchen, talking to
herself about what she was craving for dinner, and rubbing on her bump
absently. He just leaned his shoulders against the wall and watched her, her
goofy damn dog sitting at his feet and looking up at him with a tongue lolling
look of puppy love. “You good with shepherd’s pie?” She asked, and his brows
pulled down, “Don’t even know what the fuck that is, babe.” She turned around
and looked at him like he’d grown a third head. She spluttered, guffawed,
grabbed a bunch of ingredients out of the fridge and smacked them down on the
counter, firing up the oven, “You gonna just stare at my ass all night, or
help?” She quipped, and he cleared his throat. “Help?”

“Come chop up these veggies,”

She put out a cutting board, a big knife, and a bunch of
bright, awesome looking carrots. Some celery, few small onions and some garlic.
He started hacking at them, and she shot him a weird look, “It’s a carrot,
Squatch, not a dead body. Small pieces, yeah?”

“Call me Squatch, again and I’ll spank your ass till you
can’t sit right.”

Sexy bitch rolled her eyes at him.

He did his chopping job, she took it from him and started to
cook the veggies in a pan, boiling water for the potatoes, added in some meat and
spices that started to make his mouth water and his belly clench with hunger.
“Prez is gonna want to talk to you.” He told her eventually, and she just
nodded. “No problem.”

“No?”

“No.”

“He’s a hard man, scares women off with just a look.”

That made her smile, that sadness touching her eyes again
when she glanced at him. She shrugged carelessly, scooping the meat and veggie
mix into a few round bowls. “Born and raised in an MC that ran guns, drugs and
probably worse that I didn’t know about. There’s not a whole lot that scares
me, Roar. I can handle your Prez.”

“Even when he gets shitty and demands a DNA test from you?”

“Even then. I’m happy to give one. I’d have done it if you
demanded it of me. Still will, so long as it’s not harmful to the kid.”

“Saw you today in the sun with that kid, showing her a fuckin
caterpillar, and my dick’s been hard ever since. Now you got my brand, got my
boy growin inside you, and I’m not so pissed about having knocked you up.”

She didn’t say anything, just continued to cook up what
smelled like heaven, mashing up a heaping bowl of potatoes, adding cream,
butter and cheese, like she knew just the way he liked to eat his spuds. She
spread a thick layer of it over the stuff in the bowls and shoved them in the
oven, turning around with a spoon in one hand, the big bowl of mashed potatoes
cradled in her other arm while she chowed down thoughtfully. “I don’t know you
well enough to decide whether or not you’re blowing smoke up my ass to get laid
again, or being serious.”

He took a deep breath and swiped his finger through the bowl
of potatoes, watching her watch his mouth while he licked the fuckin perfect,
fluffy, delicious stuff off his skin. She licked her own lips, blinking,
shivering a little as she shook herself and backed up. But another step would
have put her up against the hot stove, so his hand shot out and cupped her ass,
tugging her forward to keep from getting burned. He tugged the bowl out of her
arm, getting growled at in the sexiest way when he put it out of her reach.
Took her spoon too and licked that clean before putting it in the bowl, “You
want to live to see your son grow up, don’t you ever do that again.”

 He’d heard of how territorial pregnant women got with
their food, how dangerous it was to come between them and their much needed
snacks, but shit if it just wasn’t one more thing, that growl, that turned him
on. “Ever, babe, as hot for me as you are, I think we both know if I put some
serious effort into it, we’d be fuckin like rabbits in your kitchen right now.
Especially with you growling at me like that, in that skirt and those sexy
biker bitch boots.” Her pupils dilated, he could see the pulse in her throat
pounding, hell, her cheeks even washed a pretty pink.

He reached into his cut and pulled the panties she’d been
wearing that night, showing her the torn blue lace. She’d tossed them in the
trash on her way out, and the week after he figured she wasn’t going to come
crawling back for more, he’d fished them out and brought the soft material to his
nose to inhale the sweetness left behind. “Mine now,” He told her softly, and
she made a face at him. “Only cause you got lucky and knocked me up in one go.”
She snapped back, and a grin spread over his face, a smug, cocky shit eatin
grin. “Bastard,” She muttered and shoved out of his arms to finish getting
their dinner ready.

Shepherd’s Pie was his new favorite thing to eat. Second,
after her pussy. And he wanted that sweet treat something bad.

He watched her do the dishes while he sipped a beer at the
counter, having given in and was rubbing the soft ears of her dog while the
quiet and the domesticity of the scene unfolded in front of his eyes. She was
something else, looking out her back window at the land she’d bought and made a
business out of. Flowers and fairies and fantasy. Something soft and gentle,
his little earth mama, makin him a baby in her beautiful body. “I’m going to
have a bath, alone.” She announced when she was done with the dishes, and he
shook his head, not even getting to explain before she got that pissed off,
sexy as hell, look in her eye. “Your brand, fine. You telling me what to do in
my own house? I think I demonstrated my acceptance of that while Susan was
here.”

“Can’t have a bath for two weeks, baby. Your tat. Speaking of
which, it’s time to take that bandage off and give it a quick wash. You got
saran wrap?”

Blink, blink. Her lashes fluttered, she opened her mouth to
say something, thought better of it and chose to just scowl instead. To get
down a roll of saran wrap, some anti-bacterial soap, medical tape and a tube of
Neosporin from her little first aid kit. She shot him a dirty look when he
stepped behind her and used his hand between her shoulder blades to push her
forward over the counter. “Seriously, Roar, I’m not in the mood-“

“Honey, I’m just gonna wash this up. Relax. I’ll fuck you
bent over the counter like this another time.” He grunted when the heel of her
boot connected to his shin, watching her huff and fold her arms over the
stainless steel countertop.

Ringer had been right about her skin. Such a beautiful pale
cream, and there was his brand, a roaring lion crouched above her hips,
standing on a rocker that proclaimed Ever, Property of Roar. He made a raunchy
sound in his throat while he stroked his palm down her spine, carefully easing
up the edges of the tape Ringer had lay down and eased the plastic off one
little bit at a time, using a damp paper towel to ease the way so it wouldn’t
pull at the tender skin. “You don’t have any pictures of your family,” He
stated, and felt her go rigid under his palm. “No.” Was her soft, hoarse
answer.

“How come?”

“Most of them burned down with the compound. And I didn’t
think it was safe to go back to my place to get them. “

“You think the Skinheads would have come after you too, by
association?”

“It never made sense to me, how the entire club got taken out
at the same time. The only reason I wasn’t there was that I got a flat tire. No
one answered their phones, not even the prospects. Had to change the tire in my
damn wedding dress. Learned later after I hacked into the police files that the
reason no one answered was that they were all inside, it said they were all
gunned down before the place was set on fire. All fifty two of them. There were
thirty of my dad’s people, minus two. One hadn’t been able to make it because
he was in the hospital recovering from a gunshot to the gut. The other…was
unaccounted for. Could have been a coincidence, could not have been. Wasn’t
willing to take the chance.”

He’d been in the process of carefully laying down a new piece
of saran wrap and taping it down when her words penetrated. Had to change a
tire, in her wedding dress. Holy fuckin hell. Stoneface Taggart’s baby girl,
was wearing his brand.

Top was gonna shit a pile of bricks.

He finished taping the clean piece of saran wrap down and
gently pulled her up, turned her around and got himself a handful of her
beautiful ass, looking down into her eyes, looking for some trace of her father
in her. He’d seen pictures of the guy, and the only thing he’d given Ever was
her hazel eyes. Her mom musta been the ginger, and one fine looking bitch to
pass on such a gorgeous face to her daughter. “It was before my time, but Top,
he knew your dad. Him and some of the older brothers were part of the crew that
went down to New Mexico to take those Skinheads out. Five different clubs,
baby. Five clubs declared war on those mother fuckers and took them out.” Her
lips curved up in a sad little smile and she nodded, staring hard at the
patches on the front of his cut, “I heard about it on the news. Didn’t know
which clubs were involved, I was still trying to get clear at that point.” He
touched a kiss to her forehead and drew her in for a hug, feeling the few tears
she let fall, slide down his throat like acid. “Your wedding huh?” He murmured,
palming the back of her head to hug her up tight, rocking her a little, “Yeah.”

One tough bitch. That’s what she was. To have survived a
massacre on her wedding day, kept it together long enough to get out safe, been
on her own this whole time, his girl was one tough bitch. But she wasn’t alone
now, he’d be sure of that. “No one, touches you again.”

“What?”

He tipped her head back and brushed his thumb through the
tears on her cheeks, promising her, his boy, “No one, touches you. No one hurts
you. Not ever again.”

Chapter Seven

He got up the next morning, sun shining down in his face, and
Everly gone from the bed. Sheets cold, so she’d been gone a while and he hadn’t
even noticed. “Fuck,” If that bitch had run, her ass was gonna get the broad
side of his hand till it was red. He got up, cock raging after being cuddled up
to her ass all night long, had plans on how he was gonna wake her up. But
noooo, she was gone. That shit wasn’t happening. He shoved his feet into his
shit kickers, grabbed his shirt and took off to go find her, pissed off because
a look at his phone said it wasn’t even half past six am. He never got up this
fuckin early unless the Prez called Church, or there was an emergency. “Babe?”
He yelled, getting no answer.