Chapter 3 Grim

" D ex?"

Trish's soft voice pulled me from a deep sleep. I hadn't rested like this in so long I'd forgotten how energized I would feel when I woke. Every part of me felt invigorated. No dark thoughts to weigh me down. No worries.

The freedom of that weight and burden had been lifted with Razr's death, the last threat against the club and my family.

I planned to fucking enjoy every moment.

"Yeah, baby?"

I reached for her as she lifted off the mattress to drape her sexy body over my chest. Motherhood agreed with her. I'd always thought Trish was beautiful, but after Creed's birth, her hips had widened a little, and her breasts had grown fuller.

There was a slight roundness to her belly that I fucking adored. She'd given me so fucking much.

"You know you're stunning, don't you?" I murmured, tugging her higher until our mouths nearly touched.

A sweet smile curved her lips. "Flattery will get you lucky," she teased. "You don't have to say those things to me. I know how you feel."

"Babe, you need to get used to this. I'm never gonna stop telling you how gorgeous and perfect you are to me."

"You're such a flirt."

I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on the pillow-soft flesh until I kissed her.

"Or maybe you're motivated by this." Her hand cupped my crotch. "Yeah, I think so." She moved her palm before I could grind into it.

Such a tease. The Reaper loved it.

My hands slid over her shoulders, down the delicate arch of her back to grip her luscious ass. "Angel, you can have all of me every fucking second of the day. This cock is yours."

"I'm aware." Her fingers rose and gently tugged on my beard. "Any chance I could convince you to rub this between my thighs?"

I didn't reply, picking her up and laying her back against the sheets so fast she squealed.

"Dex!"

At this moment, I couldn't be happier my woman slept naked. I dove into her center, pushing her hands away. "Spread wide for me, baby."

Trish's legs fell open, and I slid my tongue across her inner thigh, trailing kisses to her soft pink pussy. My beard rubbed skin along the way, and she shivered. Trish was already glistening, so I didn't hesitate to slide a finger inside her.

I could smell her arousal. My Reaper knew her musk so well I could find that intoxicating aroma anywhere she went, tracking her down if needed.

"God, Grim, you always know exactly what I need."

Her hips lifted as she moaned.

"I don't think you're full enough yet." Plunging a second finger into her depths, I slowly began to pump them in and out as I licked through her slit. Always so fucking tight. Finding the hood of her clit, I swiped upward with my tongue.

"Yes, just like that."

I gave her what she wanted, increasing the pace until she writhed beneath me.

"Dex. Shit."

"What do you need, baby?"

"You."

"Not specific enough," I teased.

"Your big fat cock!"

Knowing she wanted me with the same reckless desire I wanted her did wicked things to my body. Her cries sent an adrenaline rush to my brain as she reached out, grasping for air as I leaned back and swiped my hand across my mouth. Delicious.

"You're gonna take this dick, beautiful, and you're gonna come hard when I fuck you."

"Oh, God."

"Is that what you want?" I didn't wait for a reply. My hips snapped forward as I entered her, slamming home as a deep groan rose through my chest. That first plunge was always the fucking best. Nearly as euphoric as when I came.

Trish my arms as I watched her tits bouncing, driving into her wet cunt as she gripped me like no woman ever had. I didn't expect her to come as quickly as she did.

Her channel squeezed my dick, and I had to thrust hard to remain inside her pussy. She spasmed around the girth, tightening those fluttering muscles around my shaft.

My body stilled as she writhed beneath me.

"Kiss me, Dex."

I could never deny her. My mouth captured the sweetest lips.

"I love you," she whispered as we parted.

My body demanded I move, staying still far too long as my dick throbbed. I slowly withdrew and glided back in, repeating the process until I was riding her hard, sweat clinging to my back.

"Mama? Daddy?"

Oh. Fuck. I froze mid-thrust.

Trish's eyes widened. "Creed."

There was one thing that could deflate a man's hard-on so fast it gave him blue balls. His child waking up early from a nap. I pulled out and rolled over, throwing an arm over my face. "Fuck."

I just got cockblocked by my two-year-old son.

Trish giggled. "Your cock is shriveling."

No shit. "I blame the baby monitor."

"You're the one who insisted we buy it."

She was right. "I still hate it."

"Oh, Dex." Soft laughter reached my ears as she kissed my cheek. "I'll get him."

"No," I sighed. "We'll both go. He'll get pissed if I'm not there."

"Alright. I'm going to get dressed."

I moved my arm in time to see her sexy naked ass jiggle before she pulled on a pair of underwear. She was much faster at this than me.

Maybe it was all the breastfeeding nights before she weaned Creed. I scooted off the bed and pouted, throwing on a pair of jeans. My flaccid dick looked pathetic as I stuffed it into my pants and zipped up.

Trish gave me an appraising look as I caught her gaze. She swept over my chest, down my stomach, and lingered on my dick. "I'm a lucky woman."

"Not fair. I have the worst luck in the world," I joked.

"Aw, baby. I'll make it up to you later."

"Blow job?" I asked with hope.

"Yeah. I'll swallow every drop, too."

Jesus. Christ. Blood traveled south and swelled my cock. "I can't go see my son until you make me think of something else."

She bit her lip. "Rael's naked ass?"

Ugh. That did it. Any hope of an erection faded.

"We're good now," I informed her as I gagged.

"I figured."

"Mama! Daddy! I want up!"

Creed wasn't waiting any longer.

Being the president had its perks, including having most of this floor and the apartment all our own. Creed slept in the next room, and the baby monitor didn't hesitate to announce his happy voice as he called out.

"Daddy! Grrrr."

"He just growled at me," I laughed, reaching for Trish's hand and leading her to Creed's room. I slowly pushed the door open, grinning at my boy as he bounced on his toddler bed. With his right arm, he clutched a stuffed brown bear to his chest. Cuddles.

The bear had a history. Trish gave him to me the day we met.

Her parents had struck my motorcycle when I passed out on the road, disoriented from a clandestine meeting with Lucifer Morningstar. A newly formed Reaper, I didn't have a clue how my life changed yet. She was the first person I saw after my ability as an Aurabarer awakened.

I was totally out of it when she approached. Didn't remember shit until I woke up with her standing over me, lying on the ground in the middle of the highway as a little girl with blonde curls showed kindness to a bloody, injured young man.

Now, all these years later, Creed slept with the bear and loved it. Never went anywhere without the toy either. He got pissed when we forgot it. The kid had my temper.

As we approached, I sniffed the air, catching the worst smell known to humankind. Trish nearly collided with me. My gaze swept over my son, landing on his free hand that was now trying to jam down the back of his diaper.

"Hu-ahh," I choked, turning my head.

"Dex," Trish admonished.

"I can't," I managed to reply, gagging a second time. "I'm gonna puke, babe."

"Daddy!" Creed shouted. "Poo!"

Yeah. Poo. Nasty as fuck. No one ever prepared you for the fact that your sweet little child actually shit like a man at two years old before he could potty train. Christ.

"Hu-ahh," I hacked, tasting bile.

Trish smacked my arm. "Stop."

"Babe, it's not possible." I turned my head, refusing to look at my son.

"I need you to pick him up and take him to the bathroom," she announced as she walked toward Creed, checking him over for the extent of the damage. "It's a bad blowout."

Blowout. Son. Two words that I never wanted to associate together ever again.

I sucked in air, gaining too much of Creed's odor at the same time, and slapped a hand against the nearest wall. "Can't do it, babe."

She turned to me, and I swear to fuck my woman glared.

This fierce side of her grew stronger after my son's birth, so I knew motherhood caused it, but she was almost fucking scary.

"Dexter Lanford. Get your ass over here. Now."

"Babe," I choked again, clearing my throat.

"You are the grim reaper. You've reaped dark souls. There's no way a two-year-old child's bowel movement is going to harm you."

She was right. I couldn't pussy out on this.

I squared my shoulders back and marched toward my son. All my good intentions vanished when he lifted his hand covered in poo and reached for me. Even my fucking Reaper receded. I felt him cower and hide. For fuck's sake.

It was just a little poop. Right?

I could power through this. Game fucking on.

Chancing a glance at my woman, the love of my life, and my son's mother, I experienced true terror when I caught her expression. My dick almost shriveled. Did I ever need sex again? Not sure.

"Daddy."

My chin dropped, and I saw total adoration in my son's gray eyes, which were the same shade as mine. Fuck yeah. I'd have ten more like him, even with all the stinky poo and blowouts.

Plastering a wide grin on my face, I scooped him up, ran to the bathroom, and walked into the shower, fully clothed. If I thought Trish could dress fast, it was nothing compared to how quickly I stripped myself and Creed down to nothing. Our naked asses were out there for my woman to see as I finally started the shower.

Creed loved to take baths or showers with Daddy. We had this perfected. I washed him first, then moved onto my body, thoroughly cleansing us both from any remaining poo.

"Daddy? What's this?"

He poked my fucking dick.

I jolted. Blinking, I lowered to his level, squatting so we could see one another eye to eye. "That's my penis, son. You have one, too. Remember?"

His eyes widened like he had forgotten, and I reminded him. Little fingers reached for his penis and tugged on it. "I'm like daddy."

"You're my boy," I agreed. Someday, the ladies would love him. He got his father's DNA in that department.

"Dex," Trish laughed. "He's still tugging on it."

"Well, he's curious." I dropped a kiss on top of Creed's wet hair. "This boy is all mine."

She snorted. "Don't I know it."

"My belly is rumbly," Creed announced, already forgetting about his appendage and focusing on his mother.

"Dry off with Daddy, and we'll go for a snack."

I helped Creed towel off and handed him over to Trish. She carried him from the bathroom, heading into his room for clean clothes and a diaper. My kid had zero interest in potty training. He'd sit in his own stink before he'd plop down on a kid's potty. We bought him one, and he shook his head, refusing to try. It stared back at me as I dressed, gloating as it glistened bright white, unused.

I flipped it off before joining Trish and Creed.