I smooth down the skirt of my dress and then take another look in the mirror. My parents’ summer party is what they call informal; but to the rest of the world, it would be considered very formal.
I’m wearing a chiffon, billowy, long sleeve maxi dress that is bright blue, with big, bright, deep fuchsia flowers printed on it. It has a kimono style top that exposes the center of my entire chest down to just above my belly button, with a thick band around my waist. The skirt flows to the ground from my waist but has a slit cut high, all the way up to almost my hip.
Grabbing my purse, I slip on my gold high heels—Louboutins. I think I could have an addiction to them, it seems they’re all I buy. I smile as I look down at them.
They have triangle cutouts along the bottom, trimmed in metallic gold leather, with small gold spikes all over. I freaking love them. I’m sure they’ll get stuck in the grass more times than I care for them to, and I’ll probably end the afternoon barefoot, but it’s all in the grand entrance. This outfit is sure to make my entrance exactly that.
“You planning on taking off your robe and putting your dress on anytime soon? If we don’t leave in the next ten minutes, we’re going to be late,” Sloane states.
I turn from the mirror with a smirk on my lips. “This is my dress. I’m ready to go. My clutch is on the bed if you’ll grab that,” I say, fastening a delicate rose gold chain onto my wrist.
“What do you mean, that’s your dress? Your tits are hanging out,” he growls.
I look down at my chest, but nothing is showing—not even a hint of cleavage. Though the dress has no center to my chest area, it completely covers each breasts.
“My tits are not hanging out. There’s not even a hint of boob, Sloane; not even side boob.”
His eyes narrow, and I watch as a muscle jumps in his jaw when he clenches his teeth together. I close the distance between us and press my chest against his.
For the first time ever, he’s wearing his cut to one of our family’s functions, and it was by my request. Sloane’s hands cup my ass, and he pulls me even closer to him, pressing his length against my belly.
“I’m going to be hard all fucking day, sunshine,” he murmurs.
“I’ll let you fuck me in my childhood bedroom,” I whisper.
He grins, and it turns from small to a full-blown, wide smile. “Is it still hot pink?” he asks.
“Exact same bed. My mother hasn’t redecorated that room yet. She can’t decide what she wants to do with it,” I nod.
I don’t know that it’s not that my mother can’t decide what to do with it, exactly. I think maybe she’s avoiding it for whatever reason. It’s as though my childhood bedroom is locked in a time warp.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, then. Never did get to fuck you on those pretty pink sheets. Been waiting almost twenty years to do it.”
I throw back my head and laugh at my husband. This man. My entire world. He brushes my lips with his and squeezes my ass one last time before he releases me and walks toward the door. He lifts his chin, and I follow behind him. He walks over to his muscle car and we slide inside.
“I didn’t realize this had a slit up to your pussy, sunshine,” he rumbles, his hand on my knee as we head toward Frisco.
I frown slightly and turn to him. “Do you not like it?”
My breath hitches when he moves his hand up the inside of my thigh to the center of my panties and slips his fingers beneath them, straight to my core. His fingers pump in and out of me a few times, and I can’t stop my hips from searching for more, or my mouth from letting out a moan.
“I don’t want you to come, sunshine,” he rasps.
My eyes pop open as I turn to him, his thumb pressing against my clit at the exact same time.
“Why?” I whine.
“When I make you come, it’s going to be in your bedroom, on that bed, an image I jacked off to about a million and five fucking times as a teenager. You spread out for me for the taking on those pink sheets,” he grins.
I laugh, “You are such a pervert.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he grunts, as he continues to curl his fingers inside of me.
I can’t think anything else as he continues to touch me, bringing me closer toward my release. I bite my bottom lip with a whimper as I try not to come all over his fingers. The car stops and my eyes snap open. The vision in front of me is my parents’ home.
“Sloane,” I hiss as he slides his fingers out of me.
I watch as he brings them up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Then he leans over and presses his lips to mine, shoving his tongue deep inside of my mouth, swirling it around. I taste myself on him.
I reach over and grab onto his cut with a moan. Then a knock on the window has me jumping. I turn my head to see my father standing beside my door, his arms folded across his chest.
My door is wrenched open and my father reaches down and grabs my bicep, dragging me out of the car. My ankle twists as I try to gain my balance.
“You want to take your goddamn hands off of my wife?” Sloane growls as he rushes to my side.
He wraps his hand around my waist, yanking me closer to him. I have to gain my balance again, but at least he’s holding onto me tightly as I do.
“I didn’t think you’d have the balls to show, or that you wouldn’t be locked up in jail.”
Sloane lets out a humorless laugh. “Or that Imogen would still be at my side and not play into your dirty little hand like you’d planned?”
My father’s face turns beat red, and he lets out a low growl before he calms himself almost immediately. It’s a little scary, but perfectly normal for my father, who is scary in and of himself. I smooth my dress down and then my hair as well, trying to regain my faculties.
“You look like goddamn trash, the both of you,” my father sneers.
“Well, I’m glad you think so highly of us, but I could care less what you think. I’m not here for you, I’m here for mother and Kalli,” I state as I take a step toward the front door. “Father, it doesn’t matter what you think of me or Sloane. We’re married, happily. Your plan didn’t work, but it almost got me raped by some dickhead cop. Please stop.” Sloane stiffens beside me, but I don’t allow him to wait another second to hear anything else my father has to say.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” he growls in my ear as his hand tightens around me.
“He needed to know, and I don’t want to get into a discussion about it. It’s over and done with,” I shrug.
We don’t say anything else as we enter the backyard of the party. There are at least two hundred people milling around, but finding my mother is easy. She’s wearing a maxi dress as well, except it’s a solid color, bright lime green. It actually looks lovely against her skin. We make our way toward her, and her eyes light up at the sight of me before they shift to Sloane in surprise.
“I’m sure your father loved seeing the vest, Sloane dear,” my mother says with a smirk before she leans over and gives him cheek kisses. She does the same with me. “You look lovely, Imogen.”
“Thanks,” I grin.
My mother and I have started to chat lately. It’s something new, but I’m starting to enjoy our communication. The same goes for Kalli, who floats toward us in a white chiffon skirt and a pale pink sleeveless top, accented perfectly with a thick gold belt around her waist.
Kallie wraps her arms around me in a tight hug then turns to Sloane and does the same. “I would love for you to meet someone,” she murmurs. I look from her to a very dashing man standing behind her.
“This is Calvin,” Kalli says as her cheeks tint pink.
I hear Sloane grunt beside me, but I can’t help but smile. I reach out my hand, and the man brings it up to his lips, brushing my knuckles.
“Imogen Stewart, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he murmurs.
He has silver hair and looks to be around his mid-sixties. I blink and wonder if this is the man my father was trying to set me up with.
I clear my throat as he releases my hand. “Do we know you?” Sloane asks on a growl, taking the words out of my mouth.
“No. Imogen’s father has been trying to do business with me. Though, I admit, it was a tempting offer, but I’m sorry dear. You’re just too young for me. I prefer a mature woman who knows how to handle a man. If you see your father, tell him I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us, businesswise or family wise. It seems as though you’ve found someone your own age.”
I blink at his words, unbelieving of what he’s saying. I shouldn’t be surprised that my father flat-out lied to me. A part of me is a little shocked at the entirety of the situation. Then I burst out laughing. My mother, Sloane, and Kalli all stare at me.
“Oh, Calvin. I’m actually Mrs. Imogen Huntington. I do believe my father was trying to fool us both. I’m so glad that you’ve found Kalli, as I’m very much in love with her son and have been since I was a fifteen-year-old girl,” I say. He grins and nods before he expresses both his agreement and relief.
“You better start talking to me, sunshine,” Sloane whispers against my ear.
I turn to him and smile. “Why don’t we head into the house and I’ll tell you what happened?” I ask with a smirk.
I watch his lips twitch as he does his best to scowl at me. Then he reaches for my hand and tugs me toward the house.
“You want to explain to me about Calvin out there?” I ask as I lock the door to Imogen’s bedroom behind me.
She laughs as she takes off her dress, leaving her in only her high heels and panties. She’s gone braless today, and the thought of her tits being bare, all day, makes my mouth water and pisses me off all at the same time.
I watch as she steps out of her shoes and then her panties before she climbs onto her bed and turns around. She spreads her thighs in the middle of her pink bed. All thoughts of her father and this Calvin guy completely disappear.
“You’ve just made the seventeen-year-old me’s fantasy come true, Imogen, baby,” I murmur.
With a smirk, she trails her fingers down the center of her chest to her pussy and dips them inside. I strip my clothes off, unable to control myself. I need her tight cunt wrapped around my dick, not her fingers.
Crawling between her spread thighs, I wrap my hand around her wrists and give her a gentle squeeze. She moves her hand out of the way, and I replace her fingers with my cock.
“On your stomach,” I demand.
She shivers and moves to her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. I bite my lip as my eyes scan her perfect round ass, splayed against the soft sheets of her childhood bedroom. Fuck me, I’ve jacked off to this image right here for most of my late-teen years.
“Sunshine,” I rasp.
“Baby,” she whispers, looking back at me.
I spread her ass with my hands and squeeze her flesh before I align my cock with her wet pussy. I can see how slick she is just with a glance. Pressing my cock to her entrance, I gently slip the head inside of her, causing her to sigh.
“Sloane,” she whimpers.
Slipping my hand down her spine, I grab a handful of her hair in my hand, tugging it as I slam deep inside of her sweet cunt. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch as my cock disappears inside of her tight heat, over and over. Tugging her hair back, I groan as her back bows and I sink a little deeper inside of her.
Neither of us speak, my grunts filling the air, as she gasps softly every so often. “Make yourself come on my cock, baby,” I rasp as my hand connects with her ass.
Imogen’s hand slips underneath her body, and I feel her nails graze my balls. I tighten my fingers in her hair a little more at the sensation. Her breath hitches as her body shivers. “Sloane,” she gasps. “I’m going to come.”
I grunt as I fuck her a little harder, my hips slamming against her ass and filling the room with the sound of slapping skin. When her body tenses, I feel her pussy contract around me. Then she lets out a sob. I speed up my thrusts before I bury myself inside of her as deep as I can go. I come, hard, my cock twitching and filling her with my cum.
Lowering my head and chest, I twist her head around so that I can press my lips to hers. “I love you, sunshine,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Let’s go home, Soar,” she whispers.
“Soar?” I ask in surprise.
She grins, pressing her lips to mine before she gently jerks her head back so that she can look in my eyes. “Yeah, Soar. My Old Man, my husband—mine. Let’s go home, to where we belong. This life, it isn’t us.”
“You sure?”
Imogen cups my cheek, and I feel her cool fingers against my face before she speaks. “We’re Soar and Genny. Imogen and Sloane checked out a long damn time ago. Soar and Genny have an awesome life full of ups and downs; but it’s also full of laughter, love, and good friends. I like them.”
“Fuck, sunshine, I like them, too,” I grin.
After only being at her parents’ party a total of one hour, we say our goodbyes. My mother asks if she and Calvin can come and visit us next week. She then informs me that they’ll be flying out to spend some time with Kip.
She wants to mend their relationship and introduce him to this man she’s so obviously into. I’m happy for her. She deserves someone a lot fucking better than my father was. My mother and I won’t ever be perfect, but maybe we can be more than just family. Maybe we can be friends.
Imogen hugs her mother and tells her goodbye before joining my side. I turn and look back at all of the people. I know most of them, I grew up with them, but Imogen is right. These aren’t our people anymore. This isn’t our life. We’re Soar and Genny.
I don’t bother saying goodbye to my father. I don’t know if we’ll ever be anything more than cordial to each other. He’s done too much to try and tear me down and tear Sloane and I apart for nothing other than his personal gain.
I have so much more to look forward to in this life that I can’t hold onto shit in the past; I can’t hold onto hope that my father will change. I know it’s possible for people to change—Sloane did, and each day he proves it to me.
“We going straight home?” Sloane asks as we get a little closer to town.
“There a party tonight?” I ask.
He nods with a grin. “You want to party?” he asks.
I shrug. I don’t really want to party, but I do have an announcement to make. It’s all brand new, but, If I know my Sloane, my Soar, he’ll want everybody to know. So it will be easier to tell them all at once.
I don’t expect the lights in the rearview mirror. “Fucking shit,” Sloane growls as he pulls the car over. I glance in the side mirror as the officer exits his car, and I groan.
“I’m getting really fucking tired of this asshole,” I whisper.
Sloane smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes as he rolls the window down.
“Officer Houston, how may I help you?” Sloane calls out with both of his hands on the steering wheel.
“Hey there, boy, where are you coming from on this fine evening?”
I don’t know how this douchebag seems to be everywhere, but I’m getting really tired of seeing his slimy face and cold eyes. I think about that one officer that stopped him from abusing me, and wish he were here right now.
“Went to a family party, sir,” Sloane grunts.
The officer grins before he talks into the radio at his chest and then turns back to us. “I think we’ll do a little search of your vehicle right about now. Hop on out.”
I don’t bother looking at Sloane, I don’t need to. I can feel the anger radiating from him. I open the door and get out of the car. Standing to the side, I watch as Houston puts cuffs on Sloane’s wrists. Then he slowly saunters over to me. He rests his hand on the belt at his hips before he tips his head so that he has Sloane in his line of sight.
“You let your wife dress like one of the whores, people are going to assume her pussy is up for grabs,” he chortles.
I take a step back from him. Sloane growls, but I can’t look at him, all I can see is this asshole who has a taser and a gun at his fingertips.
“He doesn’t let me do anything. I’m an adult, officer Houston. I can do what I want,” I state.
His eyes heat, and I see his smirk turn into a full-fledged grin. That’s when I know that I’ve made a mistake. A colossal mistake. I take another step back, stumbling on a rock and almost falling on my ass. Houston stalks toward me, and Sloane grunts behind him.
I can’t look away from Houston. The evil darkness in his eyes has me frozen in fear. Taking another step back, my foot twists, and I cry out as I fall to the ground. Houston laughs. “Perfect, less work for me to do. Why don’t you take those panties off for me too, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
I open my mouth to scream when the sound of a bike’s roar pulls up. Houston’s head swivels to the side and he freezes. Looking around him, I see Camo, Torch, and Texas pull up. “The fuck,” he whispers.
I can’t stop the smile from curving on my lips, but I don’t say anything.
Staying planted on my ass, I watch as the guys get off of their bikes. Camo and Texas walk toward Houston and me, and Torch makes his way toward Sloane.
“Didn’t realize this was your jurisdiction,” Camo murmurs as he walks closer toward us. Texas’ eyes flash at me, and I see anger in his gaze.
Houston grunts, “It’s a road, and I’m an officer of the law. I can do whatever the fuck I want to.”
“Wrong, you dirty fuck,” Sloane’s voice rings out.
I watch as Houston’s body jerks, and then he falls forward. Sloane walks over to him, his hands now free of the cuffs and a gun in them. I jump as he pulls the trigger three more times, emptying bullets into the back of his head.
Sloane turns to me and my gaze clashes with his. “Get up, sunshine,” he orders.
I scramble as ladylike as I can and try to stand on my shaky legs and high heels—a combination that isn’t the best.
“Come to your man.”
His tone is one that invites zero room for argument, and I close my eyes as I step over the now very still, and extremely dead body of officer Houston. Sloane reaches out when I’m within arm’s length and tugs me against his side.
“I’ll call a cleanup crew,” Camo mumbles as he and the other men walk away.
I don’t look at them. My eyes are focused on the man in front of me, the man whose chin is tipped down and his jaw is clenched.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek, feeling his stubble before I lift up and press my lips against the side of his. “I’m fine, Sloane. You make me feel so damn safe.”
“How in the fuck do you feel safe? That piece of shit has been gunning for you to hurt you,” he rasps.
I smile up at him. “I feel safe because you protected me. You kept me safe, again.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “You good to get in the car? I need to talk to the guys.”
“I’m good,” I whisper.
I kiss him one more time, then I hurry toward the car and slide inside, completely ignoring the dead body on the side of the road. I watch as Sloane talks to his brothers, for about twenty minutes before he jogs back to the car and slides inside of the passenger seat. I’m completely stoic. I feel like I should be panicking, screaming, or feeling something—anything. I feel, almost numb.
“Everything okay?” I whisper.
Sloane jerks his chin up. “Yeah, he called in when he was here. The guys have to cover those tracks. Nothing to worry about. They have it handled. Ready to party a little?”
“You still want to go?” I ask. I want to go home and silently freak out. I want to forget all of this ever happened.
He smiles. “Yeah, baby, we’ll have fun.” We don’t say anything else as he drives us toward the club. We ignore the entire situation that just happened. Once we pull into the parking lot, Sloane looks over at me with a frown. “I don’t want you to worry about what just happened. You’re good, right?”
I tip my head to the side as I give him a small smile. “He was planning on hurting me, Sloane. It was self-defense.” He grunts at my words as though he doesn’t believe me. Thankfully, he drops it.
“You look too fucking sexy still. You should go change first,” he mumbles.
I slide out of the car and start to walk toward the front door when he runs up behind me and scoops me in his arms. “Can’t ruin those expensive as fuck shoes now,” he grins as his lips touch mine.
Looking into his clear, green eyes, I decide, not for the first time, that yes, sober looks good on my Old Man.
Once we’re inside, everything about the past hour disappears. He sets me down, and I look away from his face to see that the room is focused on us. It’s still early, the music isn’t too loud, and the naked bodies aren’t on display yet.
“I have an announcement to make,” I shout. I feel Sloane stiffen behind me. “There’s going to be another baby Devil in eight months or so.”
Sloane’s hands reach out and wrap around my waist before he spins me around to face him. His face is pale and his eyes wide as he searches mine. “Are you fucking with me?” he rasps.
“No, I’m pregnant. I just found out,” I whisper.
“Holy fucking shit. Holy goddamn fucking shit,” he breathes before he smiles and looks up to face the room. “I’m going to be a dad,” he calls out.
The room erupts in cheers, and the men come up to him, patting him on the back and congratulating him, then me.
“Oh, my god, this is so amazing,” Mary-Anne says as she hugs me. Her belly is in the way, but she does her best to embrace me just the same.
“How many babies does that make in less than a year?” Teeny asks, looking around. We count, “Five,” she states.
“A new generation of Devils,” Ivy says with a smile.
“Shit, this world is in serious trouble,” Mary-Anne laughs.
We spend the rest of the evening with our friends, our family, and I’ve never been happier than I am in this exact moment. Sloane wraps his hand around my waist and tugs me against his side as his lips brush mine.
All of the drama forgotten, and although I’ll probably have some kind of guilt about it later, there is so much to be happy and thankful for right now. I push all of the scary shit aside.
“Love you, sunshine,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I love you so much, baby.”
He places his hand on my stomach and his grin widens as his eyes almost sparkle. “Have I made up for my years of bullshit yet?” he asks softly.
“You’re getting there,” I whisper.