Chapter 6 Spook

D ecember 15 th —

Heather’s lithe body slid over mine as she settled across my hips. Between us, stuck between her soft skin and my stomach, my erect cock twitched. It didn’t hurt that she was naked, every inch of her curves on display as she dragged her nails up my chest, lightly scratching until she reached my jaw.

“Babe, when you straddle me, it’s a s-signal that you want to fuck.” Goddamn. My fucking stutter always chose the wrong moment to resurrect. Heather didn’t mind. She never did. But me? I still hated it as much as I did when I was a kid.

“Country,” she teased, using the nickname she adored for me, “you’ve got a big, thick dick, and I love using it as often as I can.” Heather shrugged. “It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“Gotta say, I love you, my sexy as fuck Raven.”

Her grin widened.

“So why are you rubbing up on my dick? Cause I know it’s not for sex.” I held onto her hips, rubbing my thumb over the bone.

“It’s for sex,” she contradicted as she bit her lip, holding back a laugh. “It’s just not only for sex.”

Uh-huh. That was what I thought. “Spill,” I ordered. “Be a good girl and tell me so I can fuck you properly.”

She shivered. “Country, you can’t say that. It distracts me.”

“Oh? What about this?” I rolled my hips, grazing her clit with the tip of my erection.

“Shit,” she whispered as she squirmed, giving back as good as she received as her pussy slid along the length of my shaft. I felt how wet she’d gotten, the slick movement providing all the lube we needed. I tried to slip inside her, but she shook her head.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “This is torture, Heather.”

A snicker escaped as she sat back and slid her manicured hand down her stomach, dipping between her legs to open herself up to me. Rising higher, she balanced on her knees and gave me an impish grin. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Done,” I growled, tugging her toward my face.

Heather moved into position, holding onto the headboard as her knees rested on either side of my head on the pillow. “Eat me, Babe.”

“With pleasure,” I murmured before I swiped my tongue through her slit, and tasted her, groaning when I pushed my face into her silken lips.

Heather’s fingers dug through my hair, nearly tugging on the strands as she began to roll her hips, riding my face as I speared her with my tongue. “Oh, God. That feels good.”

I didn’t waste time, attacking her clit as I sucked on the nub, enjoying the soft cries that fell from her lips. Almost too soon, her movements became erratic, her breath hitched, and I felt her inner walls flutter around my tongue.

“Need you,” I panted as Heather slid down my body, positioned my cock at her primed entrance, and slammed down. Her pussy clenched, gripping my dick as I cursed before she began to move, riding me with the same abandon as the night we first had sex. I remembered everything about how she looked that night, including the costume she wore and her black raven wings. “Just like that first night under the stars.”

“One of my favorite nights, Country,” she announced. “I knew I needed you and probably would never stop. When we left the Halloween party to sneak into the desert, I didn’t have any doubts. I knew it would be you the first time I saw you.”

“To love you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, to help heal me in ways I never could alone.”

“My Raven,” I murmured, pulling her closer so I could kiss her sweet lips. “I knew the second I saw you. It hit me like a fucking truck.” I touched the skin over my heart where I’d gotten the raven tattoo that reminded me of her. “Right here.”

She tapped her heart. “Right here, my Country.”

My hands moved to her hips, gripping the curves as they flared outward, and pumped her up and down my cock as we both moaned. I slid my gaze over the woman I loved and brushed the soft skin of her belly, marveling that she’d given me a gift six months earlier.

Our son, Asher.

Neither of us ever thought we’d have the life we do now. We’d been two broken, blackened souls when we met. Victims of a horrible past we never could escape, we’d been lost, writhing in pain and suffering in silence. And for a time, we were torn apart.

Two vicious years threatened to destroy us. They nearly did. But we fought and clawed our way back, facing the horrors that children should never experience. That was the life of a child taken into sexual slavery. I’d been kidnapped and abused. My Heather suffered a similar fate as a child. She was rescued, but the damage was done.

And when we returned to one another, we swore to end the cult that believed sex with children was a way to seek God’s favor. Our task still waited to be completed. Now that we had Asher, we stayed vigilant. He would never live with those scars on his soul.

“I lost you,” Heather whispered. “Come back to me.” Her palm rested against my cheek, imploring me to leave the nightmares behind.

I blinked, focusing on the sensations of my body and the rigid length of my dick as she rode me. Holding her to me, I snapped my hips, driving harder and deeper into my woman. We came together, panting as Heather’s arms circled my neck.

She breathed into my ear, shuddering as her body pressed to mine. “They can’t take him, Spook.”

When she wanted the biker and the Reaper, she called me Spook, my road name. I knew that meant she needed the warrior, the ruthless demon who would slay all her monsters.

“They will never touch our son,” I growled. The Reaper’s voice joined mine as she lifted her head, staring into my eyes.

“I know you’ll protect him.”

She wasn’t talking to me.

“I will.”

Relief danced across her features before her shoulders lost their tension. We still had to find some of the members of the cult and ensure they never harmed another child. I wouldn’t rest until every last one of their souls was reaped and sent to Lucifer.

“I love you, Heather.” Brushing the dark hair from her face, I kissed her.

She opened her mouth to answer when the baby monitor revealed that Asher had woken. A smile transformed her features, and the darkness was banished.

“I’ll get our precious boy.”

“Feed him in bed. I want to be close to you both.”

Heather nodded, quickly dressed and headed into Asher’s room. Five minutes later, she leaned against me, feeding him a bottle as I held them in my arms.

I didn’t need a present this Christmas. I’d been given my heart’s desire. Truly happy, I brushed Asher’s tiny head of soft black curls, knowing there was no greater gift than his birth.

Well, with one exception. My Raven had become my greatest treasure, too.

“What did you want?” I asked as she burped Asher, and he fell asleep on her chest.

“A new controller for my Xbox. I want to play that game where you decorate and flip houses.”

Adorable. “You didn’t have to seduce me for it.”

“Oh, I know, but where’s the fun without it?”

A chuckle escaped my lips. “Yeah, I hear you, my Raven.”

WRAITH DROPPED BY FOR a visit the following morning. He came alone, which was a bit odd since Tawni usually spent time with Heather. Most of the club members stopped by often to see Asher, so I didn’t think anything was up until Wraith pulled me aside.

“Got something for you.” He cleared his throat. “It’s an early Christmas gift.”

Surprised, I didn’t know what to say.

“Here. Open it.”

I took the box from Wraith’s hands and tore into it, ripping off the paper. A stupid grin widened my lips, and I couldn’t help it. I’d gone so many years without experiencing something as simple as opening gifts that it meant everything to me that he’d gone through the effort.

When I removed the paper and opened the box, I glanced down at the steel plaque. It looked like something I should hang on my living room wall, but I wasn’t sure because the words confused me. The black sign read CORNELL Henry Heather Est. 2024.

I stayed silent for a minute, unsure how to respond. “It says Cornell.”

“It does,” he agreed.

“That’s your last name.”

“It sure is, Spook,” he confirmed.

I blinked, processing what this meant. “Are you saying,” I began, suddenly unable to clear a large lump in my throat, “th-that I’m y-y-your. . .”

“My son,” Wraith confirmed. “Yes. That’s exactly what the fuck I’m sayin’.” His palm rose and pressed to his chest. “I got to be the lucky one to be your sponsor. Not a day went by that I regretted doing it. You’re in here, kid. We’ve gotten close since you patched in. I don’t like that you’re stuck with a generic last name.”

After the man who took me as a child kept changing my last name as often as he moved cities, I didn’t want to use any of the ones he’d given me. The last names of my birth parents didn’t feel right either. Once I was old enough, I changed it to Smith. It didn’t seem any better since it had no connections to anyone. Generic and meaningless, it left an ache in my heart that I never spoke aloud.

“So,” Wraith continued, “I can’t stand the idea of you having Smith as your last name. You’re mine, Henry.” His voice cracked, and I had to blink hard not to cry. “I want you to be a Cornell if you’ll be happy with it.”

Happy? I was fucking ecstatic!

Someone loved me enough to want to share their name with me. I didn’t know how grateful and humbling that would feel until now.

“Wraith,” I choked.

“Jasper. This isn’t a club function or decision.”

“Jasper.”

“Or better yet. Dad .”

“But you have Zane.”

“I got enough in here.” He tapped his heart. “For you both.”

I shot to my feet, trembling as I sucked in giant gulps of air. A dad. I finally had a father. I’d never wanted anything more in my entire life except for Heather and Asher.

Every heartache over what had been done to me by men I trusted as a child and teen dulled when I saw the hopeful smile on Wraith’s face.

“Is that a yes, Henry?” he asked as he stood and rubbed sweaty palms on his jeans. Wow. He was nervous, probably because he wasn’t sure if this was what I wanted.

I couldn’t help my reaction. I lunged in his direction, crashing into him as Wraith laughed and hugged me against him, confident and secure enough in his manhood that he didn’t worry about how it would look.

“Love ya, son. I hope this means we’re a family now because I already feel that way. So does Tawni. Zane agreed too.”

Son. He called me son . The healing sensations that filled my body were almost more than I could handle.

How did I contain all this joy in my body? It threatened to spill free, bursting from my skin and lighting up the sky with its illumination.

“I love you too, Dad .”

Wraith sniffled, and I couldn’t hold back the tears filling my eyes. I realized I had gotten the best Christmas of my entire life, and nothing would ever surpass it.

“I guess I need to change my identification.”

Wraith nodded as we separated. “Yep.”

“And Ashers, too.” Damn. That made it real.

“Yes,” Wraith softly agreed. “Is this what you want?”

“I finally have a father and a family. It’s everything, Dad.”

His smile brightened. “Good. Now we better call Tawni and Zane and celebrate.”

Henry, Heather, and Asher Cornell. Yeah, it had a great ring to it.