Chapter 9

Raven

" I seriously can't get over how stinking cute this kid is." Andy laughs as she blows raspberries onto Andrew's belly, making him burst into another fit of giggles.

My heart is so damn full right now, my smile as big as hers. I love that little boy with everything in me.

"Cuteness aggression is real with this one." I laugh, reaching out to tickle him. He's laughing so hard he's gasping for air.

Hands grab him under his arms and lift him into the air. "I'm taking my son before you two tickle him to death." Link gives us a dirty look as he tucks Andrew into the crook of his arm. I just smile and shake my head.

"Relax. He's fine." I laugh. "If you want to hang out with him, all you gotta do is say so."

Link just gives me a look, making me smile wider. He might be a stone cold killer, but that little boy has his daddies wrapped around his little finger. Mine too.

"Come on, little man," Link says to Andrew. "Daddy will save you from the big scary women."

"Oh, fuck off." I giggle, flicking him off. He winks, the corner of his lips twitching.

Ever since he let me tie him up, giving up complete control of his body for the first time ever, things between us have changed. For the better, thank god. I was going to go out of my fucking mind if we kept butting heads. I love that man, but god, sometimes I want to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze.

I mean, it did feel good doing it while my cunt was wrapped around his cock.

It was a one time thing, I'm sure of it. And I don't mind. Since then, we haven't had sex. Okay, let me rephrase that: We haven't had sex while I was awake. At least that he knows of.

He's been slipping inside me every night, leaving his mark behind. It's the only way he seems to be able to keep himself in control. Like his brain knows that if he takes me how he usually does, it would wake me up. And when he takes me like that, he doesn't want me awake. So, if he does happen to wake me up, I pretend I'm not.

If he's noticed, he hasn't said anything. Like he doesn't want to break the fucked up fantasy of it all.

"Whatever you've been doing to make that man a little less murdery, thank you," Andy sighs, leaning back against the couch. "I swear, Raven, I was ready to skip town. I know you said he wouldn't hurt me, but it's hard to believe that when he gives me death glares all the time."

I bite my lip, trying not to smile. "You're very welcome. My pussy has magical powers, you know." I wiggle my brows. We both burst out laughing and I groan, holding my belly. "Fuck, everything makes me have to pee these days."

"How's little bean doing?" she asks, giving me a soft smile.

"She's good." I put my hand on my belly. "Really good."

"How have you been doing?" she asks, this time a little more seriously.

"Not gonna lie, it's hard not to expect the worst is waiting for me around the corner. I just want him found and dealt with, you know? I'm tired of living in fear, of having my life on such a tight leash. I can't even leave the house without an army of men behind me."

"He can't hide forever. At some point, he's going to make a move and Black Venom Crew will be there to take him down."

"I hope so," I sigh.

I'll never once regret having my guys be mine. But sometimes I can't help but wonder what my life would be like if I was still in the dark about the lives they live.

But then I remember that all the fucked up shit that's happened to me doesn't have to do with them.

It was a coincidence that the monster my father would sell my soul away to just happened to be Link and Hunter's dad. He would have come for me either way. If anything, having the guys in my life has saved me.

As for my father, if he didn't sell me to that man, he would have sold me to another.

To him, I'm just a pawn, something to use to better himself in his fucked up little world. We're not stupid, my father knows by now that Alvero is long gone and dead. That doesn't mean I'm free of the shackles he locked around my wrists; it just means, to him, he's now free to use me again.

Well, fuck him because I'm not going down easy. I'd much rather be dead than let him take me and sell me to another. He really doesn't understand the anarchy he would be opening himself up to when he tries to take what he thinks is his.

My men will burn this world to the ground and everyone on it to protect me and our babies.

Andy and I sit and talk for a little while.

"So... I may have, kinda, met someone," she tells me, biting her lip as she pulls her legs up on the couch.

I grin. "No way. Who? Where? When! How dare I only find this out now."

She laughs. "Her name is Lacy. She works at the bookstore in town. She's fucking stunning. Long black hair, glasses, and totally not my typical type. She's shy and sweet, and all I want to do is wreck her in the best possible ways."

"Andy!" My eyes widen as I laugh. "You're sounding as bad as my guys."

She just grins and shrugs. "I'm starting to understand them a little better."

"So, have you asked her out?"

She shakes her head. "No, not yet. I haven't really done the dating thing, you know? I have no idea how to take a girl like her out. What does she like to do? What is she into?"

"You know how you find that out?" I ask her.

"How?"

"Talk to her." I laugh.

"Or..." She holds her hands out. "Hear me out, I watch her for a while and get a better understanding of her."

"That's stalking, babe." I hold back my laugh.

"I prefer to call it admiring from afar," she sighs.

"Hello, ladies." Hunter swaggers into the room, a grin on his face that tells me he's up to no good.

"Hi," I say slowly, raising an amused brow. "What are you up to?"

"Well, you know how you've been bitching about having to buy Baby Bird all her stuff online because you said we're, and I quote 'Overgrown cavemen who won't even let you piss without a guard outside the bathroom door.' ?"

"Because it's true." I nod, waiting for him to go on. He chuckles.

"Well, we've come up with a way we can go shopping and make sure you're safe." His grin grows wider.

"We?"

Link steps into the living room with Andrew strapped into his car seat, Quinton following behind as the twins jog down the stairs.

"Ready to go?" Travis asks.

"Go where?" I ask.

"You didn't tell her?" Taylor frowns.

"I was getting to that." Hunter glares at him.

"Getting to what?" I huff in annoyance. "Someone spit it out."

"Come on, Dove." Travis holds his hands out and pulls me to my feet. "We're going shopping."

HUNTER WASN'T KIDDING when he said they found a way for me to safely shop. I love these men so fucking much it hurts, and I'm trying really hard not to cry like a little bitch right now.

But they shut down the whole baby store for me. Hell, the whole mall. The parking lot is empty when normally it's packed on a Monday.

The only people here are Andy, the guys, myself, and one employee who's being heavily watched over by a crew member.

Speaking of the crew members, there has to be at least fifty on guard around the building right now.

"You are crazy." I laugh, pure excitement filling me as we grab carts. "But I fucking love it."

"Yeah you do." Hunter grins, swooping in to kiss me hard before slapping my ass and grabbing a cart. "Let's fill these fuckers!" He takes off running down the aisle with the cart.

Travis and Taylor grab a cart of their own. Travis takes Andrew, who is strapped to his chest in a baby carrier, over to the toy aisle.

I smile as I turn to look up at Link. "So, what's my limit?"

Link looks down at me with a raised brow like my question is stupid. "There is no limit."

"Right." I nod. "You own the town. How do I keep forgetting this?" The fact that these guys are stupidly rich still blows my mind. But I don't care about the money. I don't care about all the things I could have if all I did was ask. Because if I don't need it, I don't want it.

But for Baby Bird, I want to give her everything. We all damn well know that Andrew is downright spoiled and this little one won't be any different.

"Hey, Stalker Boy!" I call out to Q. He looks over his shoulder, shaking his head but grins at me nonetheless.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Come." I open my arms, and he swoops in to hug me, kissing the top of my head. "Shop with me."

He tucks me under his arm, and I sigh, leaning into his touch. Andy takes off, joining in on Hunter's shenanigans.

"How are you doing?" I ask him. I feel like everything has been about me and the babies these days. I want my men to know I'm there for them too.

"I'm doing fine, baby." He kisses the top of my head before reaching for a cute little Teddy bear and tossing it into the cart.

"Q." I turn to him, crossing my arms with a look on my face that tells him I don't believe him. He's been oddly quiet lately, and I don't like it.

He licks his lips, hesitating to say anything. If it was one of the other guys, it would take a hell of a lot more to get any sort of vulnerability to show but with Quinton, one of the things I love about him is that even though he's a killer too, he's still a fucking sweetheart. That man knows how to love and love hard.

"I'm worried. We all are. It's hard not to be. Every day, we wake up and wonder if he's going to choose today to make his move. But I'm also worried about Andrew. I know the doctors said that there's been no long term damaging effects, but what if they missed something? What if he develops something."

He's not saying anything I haven't thought of already. I've spent countless hours staring at my baby boy, wondering what his future is going to look like. If his birth mother left any scars on him that we can't see just yet. "I know." I wrap my arms around him, burying my face into his chest. "The best we can do is keep going for check-ups. And until the doctors tell us otherwise, we have to try not to worry about things that haven't happened yet or may never happen at all."

He holds me tight. "I know, but it's hard."

It is. And I'm sure we're not the only ones who've thought about this.

"How is she?" I ask him, knowing that he's checked in on his sister. At the very least had someone do it for him. Quinton has a heart of gold, and his family means something to him.

"Not good," he answers, his tone low. "She's still alive. But at this point, it's for how long? Will the next time she uses be the last?"

"I'm sorry." I might hate her for what she did to my baby boy. But she's still my man's sister. And he loves her, even if he doesn't like her.

"Don't be. You've done nothing but be fucking amazing." He pulls back so that he can look me in the eyes. He brings his hands up and cups my face. "You are everything, Raven. You are the light, the sun, the moon, and the fucking stars. I don't know what I did to deserve you. But for you to take my nephew and love him like he's yours..." His jaw tightens as my eyes water. He's holding back his own tears. "I fucking love you and your big heart. You're perfect, Raven. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving Andrew."

I give him a watery smile, my heart beating a little faster as a few tears slip free. "You make it easy to love you, Stalker Boy." He chuckles, tilting his head back. "And I couldn't imagine a world where that little boy isn't mine."

We spend the next few hours buying everything and more than what's needed for the baby. Even spoiling Andrew too.

By the time we're done, we've pretty much filled a whole van.

Link stands behind said van, eyeing everything up.

"You good?" I ask him.

"I think we're missing something. I just don't know what."

"Babe, I'm pretty sure you got at least one of every single item in the store." I laugh, finding it cute that he's so worried.

"Nope. I forgot something." He turns on his heel and storms back into the store.

"Where is he going?" Hunter asks, closing the van's door.

"Said he forgot something." I shrug and walk over to the car. Travis opens the door for me, and I smile. "Thank you, baby." I lean in for a kiss, my body coming to life the moment his lips meet mine.

Once I'm in and buckled, Link gets into the driver's side. He turns and hands me a bag. I raise a brow and peek in as he starts the car and pulls out of our parking spot.

"Oh my god," I whisper, my heart growing three times bigger when I pull out an adorable pink and white penguin. "This is so damn cute."

"I thought Baby Bird deserved a baby bird," he mutters. Holy fucking shit, why am I so damn turned on right now. Any time I see the sweet side of this man, I'm a fucking puddle, in more than one way.

"She's going to love it," I tell him, petting the soft fur.

My eyes meet his in the rearview mirror, and I smile. He holds my stare for a moment before his eyes return to the road. He can hide it all he wants, but he's a goner for our kids.

When we get home, the guys start to bring things inside, but I take Quinton's hand and pull him inside.

"Where are you going?" Link asks, a box in hand.

"Inside," I tell him. "You boys got this, right?"

"Why isn't he helping?" Link glares at where our hands are joined. Quinton looks a little confused, not sure what I'm up to but says nothing to stop me.

"Because we're going to go inside, to my room, and cuddle." I shrug. "I want some time alone with him." Link opens his mouth to argue, but I hold my hand up. "You steal me away all the time. You will survive without me for a night."

Link growls and Hunter barks out a laugh. "Oh, this is fucking awesome."

"Fuck off!" Link snaps at his brother.

"Only fucking happening tonight is Q-man and our girl getting it on." Hunter turns to me and grins. "Make sure to ride him real good. I wanna see those tits bounce."

I'm confused for a moment, wondering how he would see that. I close my eyes and shake my head, remembering the fact he has a camera in my room. "What are you going to do, jerk off while you watch?" The smile on my face is devilish.

"Wouldn't be the first time." He licks his lips and grins. "Won't be the last."

"Pervert." I laugh.

"Only for you, Little Mouse. Always for you."

Shaking my head, I pass Taylor, who has a sleeping Andrew strapped inside his car seat. I give my little man a kiss on the forehead, taking a moment to admire his cute little face.

"We got him, Foxy Girl." Taylor kisses my temple. "Go relax."

The only thing is, I don't want to relax. I'm still too wired from the excitement of the shopping trip. Instead of heading upstairs, I lead Q through the house and out the back. He doesn't ask questions, just following my lead until we stop in front of the porch swing.

I take a seat on the comfortable cushion and look up at him. "Sit with me and watch the sunset?"

His face softens and he smiles, nodding. "I'd love to, Chiaro di luna ." He takes the seat next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him.

Snuggling into his side, I enjoy his touch and the warmth of his body against mine. We enjoy the silence, just being together as we watch the sun slowly set. It's stunning, the sky kind of reminds me of cotton candy ice cream, pink, blue, and purple.

It gets harder and harder to relax the more Quinton brushes his thumb back and forth on my inner thigh.

I'm turned on, my panties uncomfortably drenched. My nipples are hard pebbles pressed against my sundress.

"Raven." His low husky voice makes me shiver.

"Yeah?" It comes out a lot more husky than I planned.

"Come sit on my lap."

I bite my lip, eagerness hitting me. He carefully helps me until I'm straddling his lap. I groan when I feel how hard he is below me and rock my hips, getting a grunt in return.

"Well, Stalker Boy. Seems like sunsets get you hard." I grin, laying my hands behind his head and playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

He gives me a sexy little smirk. "No, Chiaro di luna , you get me hard. Only you."

"You know that's a lie." I grin. "You seem pretty damn hard buried deep inside me while Link fucked that sexy tight ass of yours."

He closes his eyes and breathes out, shaking his head. Do I see a little bit of pink on his cheeks?

I don't point it out, though, and he gives my ass a little slap. "Be good."

"Oh my sweet, sweet, Stalker Boy. Me, good? Do you even know me?"

"I do," he murmurs, running his hand up my body. I let out a shuddered breath when he stops, both hands cupping my breasts. "I know you love it when we play with these." He gives them a firm squeeze, and I moan, grinding against his stiff length. "And this." He pulls the top of my sundress down, letting my breasts spill free. He leans forward and wraps his mouth around one of my nipples while pinching the other between his finger and thumb, giving it a little roll.

I pant, my body growing hot like it's on fire. My pussy begs to be filled, my core aching for release.

"And I know you want to be fucked right now, don't you, Chiaro di luna ?"

"Yes," I breathe out, nodding my head. "Please."

"You never have to beg, Raven," he tells me, tapping my hip. "Lift up."

I do, leaning my weight on his shoulders as I steady myself, giving him enough room to free his cock. Looking down, I lick my lips and curse. His cock is thick, long, and hard as steel. Pre cum drips down the head, and I want to lean down and lick it off, frustrated that my mobility has become limited with this growing belly.

As if Quinton can read my mind, he rubs the sticky substance with his thumb and brings it up, letting it hover just out of reach of my lips. With his other hand, he moves my panties to the side. "Hold this," he instructs me. With shaky hands, I hold my panties in place, letting him adjust his cock so that the tip is at my dripping entrance. "Now, sit."

I lower myself onto his cock at the same time he smears his pre cum coated thumb against my lips before pushing past them and into my mouth.

My eyes shut and I bite down on his thumb as a loud moan leaves my chest, the stretch of his cock feeling so damn good, so damn perfect. It's everything I need in this moment.

"Christ," he grunts, thrusting up into me hard. "God, Chiaro di luna , you feel so damn good. So tight and warm."

Not saying anything, I open my eyes and suck on his thumb as I start to rock back and forth, whimpering as the tip of his incredible cock hits me in my sweet spot.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "Look at you, taking my cock so damn good." His eyes drop to my breast as I start to move faster, bouncing with each snap of my hips.

The burn in my belly grows intensely, and I know it's not going to take long for me to cum. I'm so damn sensitive all the time. Honestly, at this point all they would have to do is blow on my clit and I'd shatter into a million pieces.

Speaking of clits, Quinton reaches between my legs and starts to play with mine. "Oh, fuck," I breathe out harshly, my fingers digging into the skin of his neck and the back of his head.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I tug, getting a growl deep from within his chest. Oh, I like this sound. I don't get it very often.

"You like that, Stalker Boy?" I ask, sounding a little out of breath as I pull his hair a little harder.

"Yes," he grunts, adding more pressure against my clit as he stares at me daringly. I think someone wants to play a little game.

Eyes locked, I fuck him harder. His cock feels so fucking good, the thick veins brushing against my inner walls.

The faster he moves his thumb, the harder I pull his hair. His lips part, so do mine, and we're both breathing heavily now.

My head grows dizzy with pleasure as my body starts to burn from the inside out. He leans forward and bites down on my nipple, making me cry out. My pussy clenches around him making him chuckle.

"I can do pain too, baby."

"I love pain, Stalker Boy," I pant out. "Don't you know that? Seems like you might be just as fucked up as me."

We're both close; I can see it in his eyes, the way his chest is heaving, and his jerky thrusts as he tries to match my pace.

Feeling a little bold, I wrap one of my hands around his throat, his eyes flaring with surprise, and squeeze, hard.

His eyes roll back as his whole body locks up. My eyes widen in surprise as this man's full body shudders below me, his hands shooting to my hips, grabbing onto them and holding me down. His cock pulses violently, sending jet after jet of his hot cum deep inside me.

The sight of him shattering below me is my undoing. I lean forward, move my hand, and bite down hard on his neck as I scream, my cunt locking around his cock in a vice grip as an orgasm so powerful it borderlines pain hits me.

After the waves of pleasure lessen, I let go of his neck and suck in a big breath of air. "Holy shit," I pant out. "Holy fucking shit."

"Damn it, Chiaro di luna , are you trying to kill me?" he chuckles, sounding like he too is struggling to catch his breath. "I mean, if so... what a fucking way to go."

I laugh, burying my face into his neck as he wraps his arms around me. I sigh contently, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. Because that's what it is with this man. It's never just sex.

"I love you," I murmur against his neck before pressing a soft kiss there.

"And I don't exist without you." He kisses me on top of my head. Tears sting my eyes. His words are better than an I love you.

We don't move until the cool night, mountain air makes me shiver. "Let's get you inside."

"Okay." He helps me off him, and I grin at the mess in his lap. He winks as he pulls his pants up, not caring about our mixed release as his slides down my inner thigh. Eww, nothing more uncomfortable than cold cum on your skin.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask him when we're up in the bathroom, the warm water beating down on us as he cleans me up.

"Anything."

"Can I fuck you in the ass?"

His wide eyes snap up to mine. "W-what?"

I bite my lip and grin. "I know you like the feeling of something inside you. And don't think I haven't seen the toy in your nightstand." I raise a brow, and yup, he blushes again. So damn cute. "It's okay if you like things in the ass. I do." I shrug.

"Fucking hell, Ray." He lets out a breath with a chuckle.

"Please," I pout.

"Tell you what. Once you have the baby, we can get you a strap-on. Then you can fuck me in the ass all you want."

"Really?" My eyes go wide with excitement.

"You know I'd do anything for you." He laughs, but he won't make eye contact with me.

"Quinton?" I cup his face. He looks at me, a little bit of embarrassment shining in his eyes. "This will be just between me and you. The guys never have to know." I know Hunter would have a field day with this, but I want Quinton to be able to express his sexual desires without feeling ashamed. I sure as hell don't have any, and half the things I like, people deem fucked up.

He visibly relaxes.

"Let's get you out and dried off before you're asking to become my domme or something."

A massive grin takes over my face, and he shoots me a glare.

"Raven," he says in a warning tone.

I let out a breath and roll my eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll take what I can get."

"Brat." He shakes his head.

"Always." I chirp, not bothering with a towel, and walk out into the hallway naked. Hunter is on his way up the stairs, and when he gets to the top and sees me, he nearly trips over the box in his hands.

It sends a thrill knowing just how much power I hold over my men, and I give my hips an extra sway in my step. Hunter groans, and I know I'm about to need another shower.