Chapter 5

I can”t believe thiswoman is mine. How did I get so lucky?

Harlow stands, head tipped back as the shower runs down over her body. Leaning back against the cool tile wall, I let my eyes slowly roam down her stunning form, my belly tightening, thighs growing damp, and it’s not from the shower.

My eyes land on her stomach, and a fluttering feeling hits me. There’s a baby in there. A little, tiny, growing human.

I never wanted to have kids. At least until Rosie came into my life. She brought so much joy, alongside her mama, where all I knew was darkness. The two lights of my life.

And after Harlow established her little family and we all fit into it, me included, I started to warm up to the idea of more kids.

I knew none of them would ever be biologically mine. Harlow offered to get a donor if I wanted to, but I told her while I did change my mind about kids, I didn’t want to ever be pregnant. If she were to get pregnant, then I’d love that baby like it was my own, just like I do with Rosie.

For a while, Harlow didn’t want to have kids. Mostly because of the changes that being pregnant and having a newborn brings. But life finally settled down enough to think about this kind of addition to our life.

We’re not stupid enough to think things will ever truly be settled. Settled means safe, easygoing, routine. Harlow would lose her mind if it happened. She lives for the organized chaos. She loves her job, both at the club and what goes on down below.

Even with Queenie taking a back seat in her mind, she still has the bloodlust, the thrill she gets when she ends the lives of those who don’t deserve to live.

That will never change. And we’re all okay with it.

So, with Neo and his need, not his want, to knock Harlow up, she went off birth control. And now, thanks to Neo’s determination and dictating who gets to empty themselves inside of her, she’s finally got a little one growing.

I’m so damn excited and happy. I know Harlow is going to need me to be the strong one, to pull her into dark places, so she can freak out in private when things become too tough. She has too much pride to show her heart so early.

I do have a feeling, however, that the further she gets in her pregnancy, the more unpredictable her hormones are going to be. And I can only imagine what that”s going to be like.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” Harlow says, head still tilted back in the water, eyes closed, amusement mixed with arousal in her voice.

I bite my lower lip and grin. “Totally not sorry. You’ve seen this body, right? How can I not stare?”

Harlow lowers her head, water dripping down her face and over her lashes. She gives me a seductive smirk. “So, you like what you see?” she asks, raising a brow.

“More than anything,” I murmur, my body humming with need.

She lifts her leg up onto the side of the tub, and my eyes drop to her pussy, my own pulsing with need. My breathing picks up and my mouth waters to have a taste. “Then get on your knees for your queen, and have yourself a taste,” she purrs.

I shiver and swallow down a whimper. God, do I ever want to. So I drop to my knees on the shower floor and do as she asks. “Thank you, my queen,” I say, thick with need, before leaning forward and swiping my tongue up her dripping core.

We both moan, the taste of her juices lights up every cell in my body. I grip her ass cheeks, pushing my face deeper. I love this pussy, I love licking and sucking until she’s cumming all over my face.

“Fuck,” she moans, her fingers tangling into the wet strands of my hair. “Yes, God, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. That tongue should be illegal.”

I preen at her praise, lapping at her pussy. She grinds against my face as I slip my tongue into her hole, making her gasp.

My own arousal drips onto the tile below, thighs rubbing together. I’m so damn horny right now. I don’t know what I want more, to pleasure her or have her face between my legs, devouring my cunt like she always does so damn amazingly.

I watch her, the way her lips part, her heavy breasts heaving. She’s so sexy, so perfect, so mine. Again, how the hell did I get so lucky?

“Evie,” she moans as she rides my face, her legs starting to tremble. I can tell that the fire in her core is starting to burn and I know just how to ignite it into an inferno.

Moving up to her clit, I suck it into my mouth and slide two fingers into her pussy.

Her fingers curl against the side of the wall, her head hitting the wall behind her. The water is crashing down on me now, but I don’t care. I suck and nibble at her sensitive bud, thrusting my fingers in and out slowly, curling them deep inside her when I hit the right spot.

“So good. So fucking good. God, you eat my pussy like a goddess, Evie. Good girl. Good fucking God. Yes, keep doing that, God yes!” she screams, and I know she’s close.

I need her to shatter for me, coat me in her juices, so I suck harder, biting down just enough to add a bit of pain. Her inner walls clamp down around my fingers, and her fingers grip my hair painfully, making me moan.

“Don’t stop,” she screams. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, Evie!” That”s it. That”s what I wanted. I curl my finger, crooking it against her sweet spot at the same time I suck hard on her clit and move my tongue back and forth quickly.

I watch in awe as my queen’s orgasm hits her like a hurricane. She screams, her knees buckling enough to make her catch herself on the handle attached to the wall as she cums so hard she squirts, coating my face in her release.

It doesn’t stop me. I suck and lick and thrust her through her climax until she’s sliding to the shower floor.

“Dear God, woman,” she groans, panting heavily as she lies on the ground. “It’s like you sucked my soul right out of my body.”

I laugh, and kiss her clit softly before continuing my way up, kissing her cleanly-shaved mound. My lips linger on her belly, pressing the softest kiss there. Then between her breasts, stopping to suck each nipple into my mouth, biting hard enough to leave a mark. She moans, arching into my touch before I continue to her neck, leaving open-mouth kisses along the way.

She hums in pleasure, her fingers trailing up and down my back as the warm water continues to fall down onto us.

My lips trail down her jaw, then stop at her lips. We kiss lazily like we don’t have a care in the world.

Our tongues dance and tangle together, and I whimper, my own needy pussy not forgotten.

I should have known better than to think we were done. Harlow would never leave me unsatisfied.

“Get on my face, Evie,” she growls, both of us panting as we break the kiss.

I look down at her with surprise, desire bright in her eyes. “Harlow. You”re on the ground. We can take this to the bed.”

“Get that perfect pussy on my face right now, E. I’m not asking.” She gives me a pointed look. My breath hitches, and my core clenches.

Excitement and need fill me as I carefully move up her body until I’m straddling her face.

“Evie,” she warns when I hover my pussy over her mouth. I bite my lip and look down at her with innocent eyes.

“What?”

She grabs my thighs, gripping hard. “What did I tell you?”

“To get on your face?” I answer, knowing I’m being a brat. “I’m on your face.”

Her hand comes down hard on my ass cheek, making me whimper, no doubt my arousal dripping onto her mouth right now.

“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to fucking smother me. I want to eat this pussy like it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating, because trust me, it is. And then I want you to cum so damn good for me that I’m drowning in your fucking juices. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good, now sit on my fucking face,” she demands.

I’m so damn turned on right now that I know it won’t take long until I’m coming undone for her.

I lower myself more for her until I can feel the warmth of her mouth on my lower lips. I’m not fast enough for her, apparently, or maybe she can’t hold back anymore because she grabs my hips and yanks me down.

“Oh God,” I cry out as she starts to feast on me.

At first, it’s slow and tentative, making sure to lap up everything I’ve been dripping for her. Then she fucks me with her tongue, thrusting in and out of me until I’m nothing but a whimpering mess.

“Harlow,” I whine, unable to resist the urge to fuck her face. My hips rock back and forth, grinding against her mouth as my knuckles turn white from gripping the shower bench so hard.

Tossing my head back, I give in to the pleasure, letting my body feel everything she’s doing to me.

It’s so damn good, too damn good. I need more, more pressure, harder? I don’t know.

But she does. She sucks my clit into her mouth, and with the movement of my hips, it creates the perfect type of pressure.

“Harlow. Fuck, fuck yes. I’m so close. God, yes, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I work myself harder and faster. A part of me is afraid I really am going to smother her. But I’m close, so damn close.

The coil in my belly is wound so tightly that when she nibbles on my clit at the same time she reaches up and pinches my nipples hard, I’m done for.

Eyes rolling back as stars burst behind them, my orgasm wracks me to my core. “Harlow!” I scream as my body writhes, my release hitting me in wave after wave until I’m nothing but a shuddering mess.

Slumping forward, I suck in lungfuls of air, lifting myself off Harlow the best I can. “So fucking beautiful,” she murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh before biting hard enough I know she’s leaving a mark.

I love it, moaning as another lingering spark of pleasure hits me. Still trying to catch my breath, Harlow gets to her feet and offers me a hand. Taking it, I let her help me up and groan, hissing at the pain in my knees.

“No more sex on the floor of the shower,” I whine. “That fucking hurts.”

She gives me a grin that makes my heart skip a beat. “But it was so worth it.”

A smile finds my own. “Yeah, it was.” I’d get down on shards of glass for her. Nothing in this world would ever turn me away from being with my queen.

“Come on, baby, let’s go get dried off and dressed,” she tells me, kissing my cheek and turning the water off.

“Are you going to tell the guys today?” I ask her as she wraps me up in a big fuzzy towel. I love this woman. Always taking care of me. She better get used to me taking care of her. I know she doesn’t allow us to do it often, but I don’t think any of us are going to be able to hold back.

“That depends on how the conversation with Rosie goes.”

“You”re going to tell her first?”

“Fuck yeah,” she laughs. “I gotta tell my little lady first. You know she would lose her shit if I didn’t.”

“Ever the drama queen. Just like her mama.” I laugh.

“Hey. No drama, just queen.” She winks, making me laugh again.

“You know she’s going to lose her mind almost as much as Neo will.” I grin in amusement.

“Oh, I know.” She chuckles as we step into her room. We still all have our own spaces, even though we spend more time in each other’s.

Well, her in the guys’ rooms, and me in Sam’s when he’s not with Axel.

“She’s going to want to go all out for this, you know.”

“That I also know.” She sighs. “But I don’t want to, Evie. I really don’t. The best I can do is have her tell them. She can scream it to them for all I care. I just want it out into the world so I can start processing it.”

“I know, baby. Everything is going to be alright.”

“You keep saying that, but this is our life, Evie. Things might be fine now, but it never stays that way.”

She has a point. All we can do is hope and pray no monsters decide to slither out of hell in the next nine months