Poppy

Two years later...

“Now, Poppy!” Devon demanded, and I came. Hard.

I was unable to fully revel in my orgasm, however, as I was flipped onto my stomach and my hips were dragged up to meet Devon’s still very hard cock.

“Ohmigod, you lied!”

“Didn’t lie, baby, just wanted you to come first.”

“You said we were going to come together,” I argued, even as I pressed my ass back against him.

He reached between my legs and pressed a finger against my clit. “You gonna argue while my cock’s in your very tight cunt?”

“Well, I think it’s important that we always be honest—”

I couldn’t get the rest of my tirade out as his finger slid into my very secret place and I climaxed again without warning.

“God damn, Poppy... would have never guessed you’d be a fan of anal.”

I wrinkled my nose even as I tried to catch my breath. “Can we not use that word when I’m in the middle of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Devon chuckled as he gripped my hips and began to move again. I was exhausted. In the best of ways, but I pretty much figured I’d lie there and wait for him to finish and then I’d snuggle up close and go to sleep.

This is not what happened.

And it’s not what happened, because my man is a magician with his hands and body, and also some kind of warlock, which meant, he ran a finger down the middle of my back (which I loved), then he took said finger and pressed it against my clit, applying pressure at the same time as he slammed his cock into me.

Which basically meant, he riled me up all over again.

Ohmigod, did he rile me up.

He pulled me up so I was anchored on his lap, my back to his chest, keeping one arm around my waist for balance, while the other was between my spread legs. I reached behind me, sliding my hands into his hair and riding him like I’d never done before.

“You close?” he growled.

“Not even a little bit.”

“Liar,” he said, and slapped my pussy.

Ohmigod, I nearly came right then and there.

“How about now?”

“Nope,” I retorted, with an emphasis on the P.

This earned me another slap and I whimpered.

“You ready, sweetness?”

One more slap and I exploded. I felt him pulse inside of me and then he helped me fall forward and slid out of me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me gently. “Love you, Poppy.”

I nodded against his chest, still unable to catch my breath.

“You okay?”

I shook my head and shot out of bed, just making it to the bathroom. Devon rushed inside, grabbing my hair gently and pulling it away from my face. I felt him tie it back with something before hunkering down beside me. “You keep that pregnancy test?”

I nodded into the toilet and Devon stepped to our medicine cabinet to retrieve it. I’d thought I might be pregnant a few months ago, but my period came while he was out shopping for a test, so I chucked it in the cabinet and didn’t think about it again.

Well, until now.

“Do your thing, baby. I’ll give you some privacy,” he said, and left me in the bathroom. I cleaned up, ‘did my thing,’ then set the test on the counter and washed my hands.

As I waited for the results, I thought about everything that had happened over the last two years.

After the whole debacle with the Dixie Mafia, I’d returned to Atlanta for graduation, then my parents made sure Devon and I were home the next day. Grace had directed the Dogs in packing up our townhouse, and they’d organized a shipping company to haul everything across country, while Doom had driven my car home for me.

Devon and I had been married almost immediately upon our return to Portland, and he’d bought a little fixer-upper just over the bridge in Vancouver, Washington, close to my parents. We were adamant in wanting to make our own way without my parents’ money, but we couldn’t afford anything elaborate. He’d surprised me with it and even though it was rough, it was on one of the best streets, so the return would be optimal.

And we’d done it. Okay, he’d done it (not the electrical, his dad did that). He’d restored a gorgeous little home with three bedrooms and two bathrooms that ended up being way nicer than we expected. I loved it.

I’d gotten my masters in history and was now teaching at the local high school. The only drawback was several of the Dogs’ kids were there, so they enjoyed giving me shit when they knew I couldn’t hassle them back... well, until we were at the compound or at home... then they were in trouble.

Because there was such an upswing in new builds in our area, Devon was busier than ever. Things at the Club were also coming to a head with the disgruntled San Diego branch, but Devon always put me first, and Crow and Booker made sure the single guys were the ones to do overnights which I appreciated. I hated when Devon was gone. I loved my life with my dream man, and the thought of a baby just made everything better.

“Is it ready?” Devon asked, stepping back into the bathroom.

“I haven’t looked. I was waiting for you.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “Got you some saltines and pop. I’m ready for my woman to be knocked up.”

I chuckled. “Apparently so. Okay, ready?”

He nodded.

“Now,” I said, and we leaned down to look at the test.

“What the fuck do two lines mean?” he ground out. “I thought I bought the one that says pregnant or not pregnant on it. Fuck! It’s defective.”

I dropped my head to his chest and burst into uncontrollable giggles. “It’s not defective, honey. It’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

“No shit?”

I met his eyes. “No shit. You done knocked me up.”

He grinned. “Your dad’s gonna kill me.”

I laughed. “He’ll get over it.”

Lifting me off the ground, he scooped me into his arms and carried me gently back to bed, settling me on the mattress and kissing me deeply before stretching out beside me. “I love you Poppy Kenna Mann Wallace Wallace.”

I laughed. We’d joked that since I’d taken Hatch’s name when he adopted me, I should add Devon’s last name to my driver’s license so it was his name and not Hatch’s (I didn’t, but Devon thought the idea was hilarious).

“I love you too, Devon Cade Wallace... Wallace.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I stroked his cheek. “You’re my favorite person on earth, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, baby, you make sure I know.”

“Good.” I smiled. “Can’t wait to have your baby.”

“Me too, sweetness.”

He kissed me again and then he went about pampering me. Nothing could have been better.