56. Rueben

Rueben

J asper parks the car close to the lake.

The cabin is in sight. Diva is waiting for us on the porch. Why did Wasp leave her outside?

Spencer presses his face and palms to the window. “Wow!”

I chuckle softly, remembering the first time I saw the lake. I was about the same age as Spencer, some months after Camila was born. My uncle brought me here. He has always been the strange one in the family. That day, he gave me my first beer. It was a bit bitter, but I liked it. We never told my parents. I don’t think my mom would have been happy.

“Do you like it?” I ask as I unfasten my seatbelt. I hate using one, but Tyson and Olivia would disapprove of me teaching Spencer bad things. Ansel and I will slowly teach him the ways of a Lord.

“Yes!” Spencer replies excitedly.

I open the front door and get out of the car. Diva runs to me. She barks and wiggles her ass, happy to see me. I told Spencer all about Diva, so he wouldn’t be scared when he met her.

“Wait until you meet the horses,” Jasper says.

We mentioned Artax, Speckles, and her filly during the flight. Spencer didn’t stop asking about them until we landed. I shake my head and wait for Spencer to start a new set of questions.

“Can I see them?” Spencer asks almost immediately.

“Yes,” I reply. To Diva, I say, “Stay!” I open the back door and help Spencer with his seatbelt. Next to him, Olivia and Ansel are asleep. After the fight with Asa, they were more tired than usual and needed to nap during the day. The doctor assured us it was to be expected because of the blood loss. He tried to find out what happened, but an envelope full of cash made him realize it was best to mind his own business.

Tyson stops his car behind Jasper’s.

I help Spencer get out. “Let Diva sniff you so she gets familiar with your scent.”

Spencer does as he’s told.

Tyson, Jon, and Mose start to get the luggage out. Khloe glances at Spencer and me. Content that he is in good hands, she goes to look around. Jasper tries to wake Ansel up.

After sniffing Spencer for a while, Diva licks his hands before I can stop her, making him giggle. A pack of wipes is on the dashboard, and I grab it. After cleaning Spencer of Diva’s drool, I ask, “Do you want me to show you around?”

Spencer looks at Olivia. “What about Mommy?”

I pick him up in my arms. He is surprisingly light. “Mommy is tired. So is Daddy Ansel. Your other daddies will get them to bed while I show you the horses. What do you say?”

Spencer looks at me with wary eyes. Jon and Khloe only taught him about Olivia and Tyson, not knowing that Tyson has blood-brothers. Spencer is still getting used to having five fathers. His little arms circle my neck. “Yes, Daddy Rueben.”

A knot forms in my throat.

I have never seen Spencer as mine until now. In the back of my mind, I was more like an uncle. Olivia accepting me as her bonded is still new to me. I never thought she would love me. I was ready to walk away if that was what it took for her to be happy.

“I’ll show our son around,” I inform the others as I head toward the stable. Diva walks next to us.

We informed Wasp that we were on our way and didn’t want her to be on our property when we got here. I don’t like that woman, but the Lords will be forced to work with her.

I glance at the sky.

It’s already May.

Lords from many cities will soon gather in Veross City to discuss the imminent danger. Wasp and Olivia will be present. I don’t like it. I don’t want Olivia to be in even more danger. I swear her getting hurt by Asa took away ten years of my life.

Why does Olivia have to be the heir of Pandora? Isn’t there someone else who can use the daggers?

We have not only the daggers but now also two Nephilim swords. Ansel insisted we bring them with us, claiming they were important. He promised to explain everything during the gathering.

Spencer and I reach the stable. A small pasture is next to it, and the horses are inside. I stop in front of the fence and put Spencer on my shoulders so he can see the horses better.

“They are so big, Daddy! And so beautiful!” Spencer exclaims.

“The filly belongs to your Mommy,” I tell him.

He lets out a small gasp. “Mommy has a horse? She is rich then!”

His innocence warms my heart, slowly healing old wounds.

“Do you want to learn how to ride a horse?” I ask.

Spencer hesitates before replying, “Do you think I can?”

I put Spencer on the ground and squat in front of him so I can look into his eyes, “You can do whatever you put your mind to.”

A big smile appears on his face. “Then I want to learn how to ride.”

I ruffle his hair. “I’ll buy a pony for you.”

Spencer hugs me. “I love you, Daddy Rueben.”

I wrap my arms around him. “I love you, too, buddy.”

“Daddy, why is there a goat on the roof?”

My gaze goes to the stable. A big apple tree is next to it, branches reaching the stable’s roof. And on the damn roof is Juniper, eating blooms and buds. Fucking goat! It’s all over the place. How the fuck did she get on the roof?

Diva barks, startling the horses. Juniper ignores us.

Spencer doesn’t know what to make of Juniper, so I say, “Forget about the goat. She will be turned into a kebab soon.”

Spencer makes an ‘eww’ face.

“How about I show you your new room?”

“Yes!”

I take Spencer’s hand into mine, and we slowly make it to the cabin. Diva walks behind us, protecting us from any danger. I’ll need to get Spencer his own dog. I’ll personally train it to guard Spencer day and night and never to leave his side.

With the enemy knowing about Spencer and with Olivia pregnant, any measure of protection is too little. Since Olivia learned of her powers, she has become a bit too reckless. Tyson and the others have been too lenient with her. We should have punished her for putting herself in danger like that, but Tyson and Jasper are blinded by love. They let Olivia do everything she wants without thinking of the consequences. Ansel and Mose are no better, but at least they keep an eye on things. I’m the only one who truly knows what it is to lose loved ones. Jasper might be the leader now, but he and the others need to be stricter with Olivia.

I might be the only one who doesn’t think with my dick. Although, when it comes to Olivia, all I can think about is her soft body and sweet scent, and her moans when I’m inside her.

I slap my hand over my mouth because I can’t have such thoughts when I’m with my son. It’s Olivia’s fault! Because she’s so damn…perfect. Until her, I never truly experienced love or happiness. If she only knew how I have to control myself around her. I’m not the only one who struggles with self-control. The others are just as bad, if not worse. In time, when she no longer thinks of the past, we will show her how all-consuming our love is. We will possess her completely, her body will be ours to use for our pleasure. We mustn’t rush things, as her body still bears the scars of her past traumas. But one day, when what we did to her is a distant memory, we will show her what being a Lady really means.

Spencer and I reach the lake.

The sun is slowly setting, the colors reflecting in the water. I never appreciated the beauty of this place until now. We should have moved here a long time ago.

Olivia’s garden is full of flowers and they are all in bloom.

We should build a small playground for Spencer next to it. Olivia can tend to her flowers while watching Spencer when we are not here. With a five-year-old and a baby on the way, we will be busier than ever.

The front door is open. Voices come from the living room, confirming the others are there.

Spencer and I go inside. Diva remains on the porch.

We enter the house into the kitchen where Mose, Khloe, and Jon are preparing snacks. After helping Spencer wash his hands, I take him to the living room. While I want to show him the room we prepared for him, Olivia will probably cut off my balls if I steal this moment from her.

Olivia is sitting on the sofa, looking a little pale. The others are slowly unpacking the luggage and putting everything away.

“Mommy, you’re awake!”

Spencer runs to Olivia, who catches him in her arms. She kisses his chubby cheeks before they snuggle together. The pure love only a mother can feel radiates from her.

It’s not the first time I’ve experienced it. My mom used to be the same with Camila. She loved me, too, in her way, but not like she loved my sister or how Olivia loves Spencer.

I’d do anything to be loved like that by Olivia.

Anything.

A feeling I’ve never experienced before floods my heart.

Obsession.

I am suddenly obsessed with the woman before me.

Is this how the others feel? No wonder they are always all over Olivia.

I can’t wait to see her belly round, her tits heavy with milk. Her body will be my only object of adoration.

Trying to think of something else than her under me, my cock deep in that sweet pussy of hers, I say, “Juniper is on the stable.” To Spencer, I say, “Juniper is the goat.”

Tyson and Jasper frown. “You mean in the stable?” Tyson asks.

Spencer jumps down from Olivia’s lap. “On the roof.” He rushes to Tyson and Jasper. “Come on, Daddies, I’ll show you both,” he says as he grabs them by their hands and pulls them after him.

Adoration appears on Olivia’s face. I don’t think I’ve seen her so happy until now.

Tyson and Jasper leave with Spencer. The smile disappears from her face. Dark circles are under her eyes.

I sit next to Olivia. “You don’t look so well.”

Her head rests on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. “It must be from the flight. I felt sick the entire time.”

“Do you want to rest for a bit?” I inquire.

“There’s so much to do…getting ready for the meeting at the Blood Lodge. The Old Farts must still be fuming. They won’t be happy to see me.”

Old Farts? Does she mean the Elders?

“Regain custody of Spencer. Find Alma. Slap some sense into Mose.” She sighs.

I kiss the top of her head. “You don’t need to stress yourself. This is why you have us,” I remind her.

Olivia has a moment of vulnerability. “All this feels like a dream. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and…” She chokes on her words. “There are moments when I wonder if I’m high and hallucinating everything. I’m so happy. It can’t be real.” Her eyes glimmer with tears. “You are so good to me, like before. I hate how much I love you all.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Maybe I should lie down for a bit. I don’t feel like myself. I’m usually good at keeping my emotions in check.”

Is she being hormonal? I need to learn what to expect from pregnant women.

“Let me help you,” I say.

When Olivia doesn’t protest, I take her in my arms and go with her to our room. The bed is full of pillows only because Olivia likes them. More often than not, they end up on the floor. They get between Olivia and me.

Gently, I lay Olivia on the bed. Her fingers curl around my t-shirt, preventing me from leaving. I lay next to her, facing each other. We are so close, our breaths intertwine.

“Feeling better?” I ask.

Olivia runs her hand along my chest. “A bit.” Her gaze falls behind me, to the window. “I miss Camila and Levi.”

Hormonal, alright.

Camila always wanted chocolate and ice cream when it was that time of the month. I wonder if pregnant women have the same cravings.

“Do you want to go to the cemetery? I made sure Levi was buried next to Camila.”

“Thank you. I’m not ready to face them, but I’d like to go there one day,” Olivia says before kissing me. My shorts suddenly feel tight around me. I reach out my hand to grab her right tit when she says, “I don’t fear you anymore.” I put my hand on her waist. “Not after I had your cock inside me.”

I groan. “You can’t say such a thing with your grandparents in the house.”

“I was just stating the truth.” She pushes me out of the bed. “Now, go take care of your hard-on. I put a pair of my panties in our bathroom for you.”

“Why do you all think I use your panties to jack off?” I quickly ask.

Olivia arches one of her perfect eyebrows. “Oh? I thought you liked to hoard them.”

“No, I don’t!” I vehemently deny.

Olivia puts her lips close to my ear. “Pity. You should see the ones I’m wearing right now.”

I get so fucking hard it hurts.

My fingers slip under her waistband, and I eagerly push her pants down. “Show me.”

It takes me a few more seconds to realize I fell into Olivia’s trap.

“I’ll give them to you later,” she says before closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.

Is she really going to leave me like this?

Without a word, I disappear into the bathroom. It’s even worse here, the air is full of her scent. A pair of pink lace panties are draped over the sink.

My cock twitches.

I grab the panties and sniff them. My lungs fill with Olivia’s sweet perfume. I get even harder. I palm myself through the shorts while I keep sniffing her panties.

When I’m sure every atom of me will remember her scent, I lower my shorts and wrap her panties around my dick. I close my eyes and imagine it’s her lips around my dick while I jack off. She has yet to suck me and I’ve been imagining the moment for some time. Her mouth on me will feel amazing.

My hand moves faster.

I’ll shove my dick down her throat and fuck it until I empty my balls in her stomach.

My name will be the only one on her lips while I—

The door suddenly opens.

My eyes pop open. My gaze meets Tyson’s in the mirror. Olivia is next to him, smiling.

Shit! They caught me. I know they knew, but I liked to pretend that it was my secret and no one knew about it.

Instead of mentioning what I’m doing, Tyson says, “Where’s the boat? Juniper is in the lake.”

I yank my shorts up and shove the panties in my pocket. “Get the barbeque on. We’re having goat chops tonight.”

“No, we are not!” Olivia tries to save Juniper.

“Are you sure?” I say as I leave the bathroom.

“Mose!” Olivia yells from behind me. “Rueben wants to kill your goat.”

Mose steps out of the kitchen, a knife in his hand. “You want to do what?” he asks me.

“Kebab,” I say as I rush out of the cabin before Mose can stop me.

Some rocks are in the middle of the lake. Each year, Ansel, Tyson, and I have a competition—who can swim to them the fastest. I usually win, since I’ve been swimming for a long time.

And now, Juniper is heading toward them.

Tyson and Mose come out of the cabin, yelling for me to wait, but once I make up my mind about something, it’s almost impossible for someone to stop me.

I don’t bother looking for the boat. I quickly remove my T-shirt and shoes and get in the water. It’s colder than I expected. Gritting my teeth, I start to swim. My balls are freezing, but I have had enough of this goat.

“Juniper!” I try to yell, but water gets in my mouth, making me cough. Apart from the kebab and the chops, I’ll also make some sausages. I’ll even mount her head on the wall and make a rug from her skin.

It takes me several minutes to reach the rocks. Juniper is on top of them, bleating from the top of her lungs.

“I hear you, you crazy animal,” I mutter under my breath.

I reach the rocks and quickly pull myself onto them. When I get to Juniper, I grab her by her horn. Juniper is not happy with my actions. She must have expected me to come and rescue her like she was some sort of princess.

Being upset and in a rush to get back to the bathroom and finish what I started, I don’t notice the patch of moss before I step on it, causing myself to slip onto my back. I release my grip on Juniper, not wanting to pull her after me. The back of my head hits the rocks. Stars appear in front of my eyes.

When I think things can’t go any worse, Juniper kicks me right in the balls. I’m in so much pain I can’t even scream. All I can do is grab my balls before I pass out.

It is dark outside when I wake up. We have yet to install outside lights, so I can’t see anything around me, but I can tell I’m lying in bed. My balls are aching. Fucking goat! It’s a miracle I still have them. After that kick, there’s no way in hell I’ll let her live.

A dull pain echoes through my head, probably from banging my head against the rocks.

I reach out my hand to touch my crotch, to see how tender it is, when someone shifts on the bed. The bed lamp comes to life.

My eyes fall on Olivia. She looks relieved.

“You’re finally awake,” she says gently before smacking my arm. “You scared us! We thought Juniper killed you when she kicked you.”

My throat is dry, and my voice is hoarse as I say, “Don’t remind me of that goat.”

“If you had waited a minute or two, you would have known that Jasper and Spencer had found the boat. Tyson and Jasper got you back to shore.”

“How long have I been out?”

“A few hours.”

Makes sense. “Where are the others?” I ask next.

“Jasper and Tyson are getting Spencer ready for bed. He’s too excited about everything and he doesn’t want to sleep. Mose and Ansel are making sure the incident with Juniper won’t happen again and my grandparents are sleeping in Tyson’s office.”

I cover my eyes with my arm. “We need to fix the housing situation soon.”

“I was thinking about another premade house. My grandparents love the idea. We should think of something similar for us in case we want more space.”

“We can get a small one and turn it into our man cave, then we can have the attic for Spencer and the baby,” I say.

My throat is bothering me, so I try to get up so I can get a glass of water from the kitchen but moving sends a jolt of pain through my balls and dick and I fall back on the pillow with a grunt.

“What’s wrong?” Olivia asks.

“I’m thirsty but my balls hurt too much for me to get up,” I complain.

Olivia leans over me, grabs a glass from the nightstand and gives it to me. As I drink from it, Olivia tugs at my shorts. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“I want to see the state of your dick. Maybe you need to see a doctor.”

I try to push her away but her fingers wrap around me, making me hard, and I forget about the pain. Nevertheless, I complain, “It hurts.”

Olivia stares at my dick. “It does look a bit swollen.”

It’s called thick because my dick is thick . “Kiss it to make it better.”

Olivia giggles softly before kneeling between my legs and kissing the tip of my dick. Shit! Her mouth on me feels a thousand times better than I imagined.

“Better?” she asks.

The pain seems to slowly fade away.

“It still hurts,” I try to trick her into kissing my dick more.

Her lips gently press against my throbbing cock. Her kisses make all the pain worth it. Before Olivia, I only sought out women to relieve my needs. Masturbation is great, but I want to touch a tit, grab a buttcheek, kiss soft lips. With Olivia, I have something I have never had before—intimacy. Now I understand why men take wives. Why Lords need Ladies.

“Fuck,” I hiss as her tongue traces a vein along my hard erection.

Her gaze bores into mine as she takes me into her mouth. I might not be as long as Jasper or Tyson, but I am thick enough to make her jaw stretch open around me. I gather her hair in one hand and use it to guide her head up and down my length.

The pain is now only a distant memory.

“Shit, Baby. Look at how beautiful you are,” I praise her.

Olivia’s eyes shine like the stars, happiness filling them. My heart is full of love for this woman. I never knew one could love so much, so intensely.

When her nose touches my abdomen, I make her stop and wrap my free hand around her neck. “Look how full your throat is. I bet you can’t breathe.” Her eyes look at me, pleading. Even in the dim light, I can still see her face turning red from the lack of air. Her throat tightens around me. Fuck! This is the best blowjob ever—no wonder the others are obsessed with her mouth. “I love you so much, Baby. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” We still haven’t proposed since the plan with Malta fell through, but it will happen soon. Her throat keeps tightening around me. I lean over to fondle her tits. She’s wearing a sexy nightgown with spaghetti straps, making it easy for me to touch her all over her body.

I reveal her amazing tits. They are so full, so big. They turn me on so much. I yank her head up so she can breathe. I let her gulp air a few times before I pull her in for a kiss.

“Use your tits to make me come,” I say against her lips.

Olivia grabs my dick, moving her hand lazily along my length. “Do you have lube?” she asks.

I push Olivia back to my dick. “Spit on it, Baby.”

Olivia takes my dick back in her mouth and gags on it several times. When saliva is dripping down my balls, she lifts her head, squeezes her tits around me, and spits on my dick several times.

“Do you like to fuck my tits?” she asks as she makes me feel good.

“Can’t you feel how hard I am for you?” I groan.

Olivia keeps working on my dick with her tits and mouth, making me forget about everything. All I can focus on is how good she makes me feel. Her hair brushes against my legs, adding to my pleasure.

“Cum all over my tits,” Olivia says.

Wanting to please her, I concentrate only on her body against mine. It doesn’t take long for me to erupt and cover her skin in my cum.

Olivia keeps moving her tits up and down my dick, prolonging my orgasm.

After cleaning the both of us, Olivia snuggles next to me.

I slip my hand under her panties, wanting to touch her until she comes on my fingers. Noticing that I have something on my mind, Olivia asks, “What are you thinking about?”

“That we should get another goat.”