Chapter 8

Everyone has been oncloud nine since we’ve gotten back from the ultrasound. I still can”t believe I’m having a little girl. I’m going to be honest, I might have only come into Rosie’s life when she was four, but being a mom to a little girl is all I know.

I’m a girl mom. And while I know that having a little boy is a possibility in the future, I’m pumped that we’re almost tied with the guys in this house.

“I’m so happy for you,” Emmy tells me as she gives me a hug. We just got back and rather than head home, we came over to her house. I needed some baby cuddles and I know Neo’s been dying for some too. So for dinner, we felt like doing a family cookout in Emmy’s back yard.

“Thank you.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “Just think. In a few months, you”re not going to have to worry about Neo’s crazy ass coming over and snatching up your kids,” I joke.

We laugh but as I see Neo with my nephew, the way he smiles down at him, talking softly, it makes my heart fucking explode. What is it about men holding a baby that”s like catnip. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I just might be by watching them.

“The guys might complain about it, but I don’t mind. Neo is amazing with the kids and all I care about is that they have people who love them. Any kid you or I pop out will be some of the safest kids in the world.”

“True that.” I nod and then sigh.

“What”s wrong?”

“I’m feeling twitchy.” I lean my head back against the porch swing’s cushion and roll my head to the side.

“Twitchy how?” she asks, amusement dancing on her face as she smiles.

“I haven’t killed anyone in far too long. I don’t like it.”

She chokes, her eyes widening. “I don’t even know what to say.” She laughs. “It’s still hard for me to process that my sister is a serial killer.”

“Who’s a serial killer?” Rosie asks, stopping as she walks past, Melody’s hand in hers.

“Kill her, kill her, kill her!” Melody chants, a bright smile on her chubby face. “Yay!”

“What the heck is going on?” Tyson asks as he walks over. He bends down and scoops up Melody. “No sweetheart. We don’t talk like that.”

“Mama, who’s a killer?” Rosie asks.

“Oh God, what have we done?” Emmy groans. “I’m not used to having to watch what I say with little ears around.”

“People on TV baby,” I tell Rosie. “Wanna go tell Uncle Neo he needs to share your baby cousin with his dads?”

“What if he doesn’t listen to me?” she asks.

“Make him. Give him some of that Rosie sass.” I grin and she gives me a matching one.

“You got it, Mama.” She high-fives me before taking off.

“One down.” I look up at Melody. “Melly belly. Look what auntie has.” I pull a little stuffed puppy I got for her from my bag.

“Puppy!” she cheers, taking it with her little grubby hands. “Puppy, puppy, puppy.”

“Thanks Low.” Tyson sighs. “Could you watch it on the k-i-l-l-e-r talk?”

“Fine, party pooper.” I roll my eyes, waving him away. “Anyways, now that we’re really alone. Back to killing. I haven’t even spilled blood, at all! Like who am I? I feel like I’m broken. And it’s not that I don’t want to, the guys won’t let me. They’re too worried something”s going to happen and don’t want to risk the baby, and while I understand that, I feel like I’ve been slowly losing who I am.”

“Have you talked to them about this?” she asks me.

“No,” I snort. “Me and feelings don’t exactly go hand in hand. Do you know how long it took me to accept that I loved these guys?” I shake my head. “Evie, she’s a different story, a different kind of love, but just as fucking amazing. It was easy to love her, to show it. But the guys? Took a long time to learn the truth and feel safe enough to open my heart to them. So again, feelings, not a big fan at expressing them at least not verbally.”

“I know. But communication is a big part of having a healthy and stable relationship.”

“Babe, I kill people for a living. I literally pop a lady boner when I see blood. There is nothing stable or healthy about me.” I give her a deadpan look.

“Point taken.” She laughs. “At the very least, tell them, hey, I need to spill some blood. So you”re going to have to find a way for me to do that, or the blood I’m spilling is yours.”

“Oh.” My eyes light up. “I like that.” I snap my fingers. “I’m going to do that.”

“Hey ladies. Sorry to interrupt your girl time. But Harlow, you got a minute to chat?” Cassian asks, appearing at my side.

“Ah, yeah sure.” I hold my hand out and he takes it, pulling me to my feet.

He laces his fingers through mine and pulls me into the house. My brows furrow when he continues to bring me through the kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom.

“Why are we in here?” I ask when he lets go of my hand and I turn around to see him lock the door. I raise a brow, but his mouth is on mine in a flash. I moan as his tongue slides into my mouth.

He pushes me against the wall, his hand cradling my head so it doesn’t hit. “Fuck.” he pants against my lips. “I’ve been thinking about getting my cock inside you all day.”

“Then do it,” I moan, my pussy becoming a needy hussy. I can never and will never get enough of these guy’s cocks. Never ending supply of orgasms. Sign me the fuck up until death do us part.

He chuckles, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Always greedy for our cocks. I fucking love it. And you.” He kisses me again before pulling me away from the wall and spinning us around. We stand in front of the mirror and my breath catches when I see the raw lust and desire in his eyes.

My viking of a man stands tall behind me, towering over me like a protector. He wraps his arms around me, placing his hands on my belly and brings his cheek down to touch mine.

His beard scraps against my cheek, making me shiver again. I’m so fucking needy for this man. Cass is the only one I allow to handle me with care, the only one I give any bit of control over to sometimes.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hand rubbing the baby bump. “You”re so damn beautiful, Low. Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? I want to live inside your tight, wet cunt.”

“Cass,” I moan, arching my ass back, grinding it against the thick length in his jeans.

“And these breasts.” He reaches up and pulls down the front of my dress, allowing my breasts to fall free. They’ve gotten a lot bigger and are far more sensitive. Neo’s favorite thing to do is suck on them until I’m coming with only the stimulation from my nipples.

Not that I have to work hard for an orgasm when it comes to my lovers. But I’m so damn horny all the time. I’m close to being able to do Neo’s little party trick of only having to look at them and I’m practically cumming in my pants.

His massive hands reach up, cupping them in his palms. I unashamedly moan when he rolls my perked nipples between his finger and thumb, giving them a little tug.

“Stop teasing me Cass, and fuck me already,” I growl. I don’t give a single shit that I’m in my sister”s home right now. I need this man inside me, I need him filling me up until I’m gushing around his cock. “You know I hate to be teased.”

I’m not into edging, I want what I want when I want it.

“So impatient,” he chuckles, sucking the sensitive part under my ear as he gives my breast a squeeze, making me moan like a Sunday whore. “Hands on the sink,” he tells me. I place my hands where he wants them, leaning over to arch my back and push my ass out toward him, a slight invitation to just get his damn cock into me.

He grins and I’m seconds from threatening to stab him when he drops to his knees. He pushes my dress up around my hips and pulls my panties down.

I’m vibrating with anticipation, eager for his touch, so when his tongue finally runs along my slit before stopping to suck at my clit, I cum. I cum so hard I almost black out.

He chuckles against my pussy before standing up again. I glare at him in the mirror, chest heaving. “Asshole.”

“What?” He grins. “I only wanted a taste. But baby, that was quite the boost to my ego.” He winks. Fucker is lucky I love him.

“I can change that by chopping off your dick if you don’t get it inside me right fucking now.” I grin at him sweetly in the mirror.

Fucker bites his lip, holding back a smile, but grabs the zipper of his jeans and makes work to free his cock. I can’t see it, but I can feel the heat of it as he brings the tip to my entrance.

“You want my cock, Harlow?” he asks, pushing inside me too fucking slow.

“Yes,” I pant out, trying hard not to be a bitch right now, but can he not feel how I’m dripping down his cock.

“Hold on tight and try not to scream,” he growls before thrusting his way inside of me.

I choke on a gasped scream as his length stretches me open. My eyes roll back as my head falls forward. “Fuck yes,” I moan. “Fuck me Cass. Please.”

He grips my hips, pulling all the way out before slowly pushing back in. He does it a few times, with each thrust, my core grows tighter and tighter. “Fucking hell,” he grunts. “This pussy is fucking heaven, baby. So tight, so wet, so damn warm.”

“Harder,” I pant. “Fuck me harder, Cass.”

His thrusts become faster, harder and when he brings his hands around to the front, brushing his fingers against my swollen clit, my knees almost give out. But he holds me up, keeping me in place.

“That”s it, my queen,” he groans, pulling my body up so that my back is to his chest. My eyes flutter open. The love in his eyes as Cass thrusts up into me is almost too much.

With one hand he plays with my breast, and the other works over my clit.

My legs are shaking, my orgasm building. I’ve never felt so needy. These pregnancy hormones have changed me so much to the point I’m starting to scare myself.

If this is how I’d be if I lived a regular life? If I had a chance to never experience trauma, would I be able to just be normal?

Fuck normal. Normal is boring as shit. I want blood and body parts. I want to watch the life drain from the wastes of space of this world.

“That”s it, baby. Fuck, you”re taking my cock so well,” he praises and God, I preen. I fucking preen like a cat.

“It’s because your dick is massive and hits me in all the right spots. Stop being a little bitch and fuck me,” I snarl.

His eyes darken, his hand sliding up to my neck as he wraps his hand around my throat. My eyes widen in surprise and so do his. He pauses like he’s not sure if he’s about to live or die.

So I continue to surprise the shit out of us both and growl, “Fuck. Me.”

And he does. Cass let’s out this feral growl and starts fucking me like the animal I want him to be.

“Oh fuck. Yes, yes right there,” I pant out. “Fuck me Cass, harder.” He grips my hip, holding me how he needs me as he wreaks havoc on my sensitive bud. His cock glides in and out of me, hitting me in my G-spot over and over. I feel like I’m high, my body buzzing with pleasure. It’s still not enough though.

Cass bends me back over, gripping my ass and adjusting the angle. We moan together as he hits a new spot. This, this is what I needed. I let my head hang low as my man’s cock destroys my pussy, just how I like it. I’m along for the ride as he brings me to new heights.

“Cass. I’m close. Don’t stop. If you fucking stop, I’ll kill you,” I growl then moan.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunts, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the bathroom.

I’m so fucking wet it’s dripping down my thighs.

The fire in my belly grows more intense and I feel it. My orgasm is there, right on the edge. I focus on it, enjoying the way the pressure builds and then Cass thrusts into me hard, one last time, pinching my clit and I’m screaming, eyes rolling back as stars burst behind them. It’s so damn powerful my knees almost give out and I have to lean against the sink more to hold myself up.

His hand slaps, covering my mouth, trying to smother the noise as he stills, letting out a loud groan of his own as his body tenses. He cums hard, his cock jerking inside me, filling me with his hot cum. I shiver, loving the feeling of being filled by him.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, both of us panting as we catch our breath.

“Just what I needed.” I give him a dopey smile.

He chuckles and then groans as he pulls out of me. I feel his cum gushing out too, making me shiver with pleasure. “So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, gathering his cum with two fingers and shoving it back inside me. “You love being filled by us, don’t you?”

“Sooo fucking much,” I moan as my pussy clamps around his fingers.

He chuckles, leaning forward to kiss my shoulder.

I let him clean me up, ever the gentleman he is. Honestly, I’d be fine keeping his cum inside me all day. But seeing how this isn’t our house, I’d rather not leave a snail trail.

“Ready to join the rest of them?” he asks with a knowing look.

“You think they heard us?”

“Oh, I know they did,” he chuckles. “You”re a screamer, baby, but we love it.” He winks.

I roll my eyes. “Sorry, the sex is so good.”

As we exit the bathroom, I grin when I see Tyson leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall. “Really?” He gives me a deadpan look. “You couldn’t go over to your house, next door and fuck there?”

“Sorry Ty-Ty.” I pat his shoulder. “When a girl’s gotta O, a girl’s gotta O.”

“Become friends with a serial killer they said, it would be fun they said,” he drawls.

“I’m a fucking hoot and you know it.” I wink, and then grin. “Oh, and I owe you a new hand towel.

He gapes at me. “Not the hand towels!”

“Sorry,” I cackle as I waddle my ass into the backyard. “Love you boo!”

Life is good. Life is really fucking good.