“He’s so tiny,” she said as he helped her into the glider and they started getting her ready with pillows and warm blankets.
“He’s already gained half a pound since he’s been here,” Nate said.
A breast feeding nurse had worked with Eva down at the other hospital, setting her up with a pump. They wouldn’t be able to keep that milk, since she’d been on medications that passed through into the milk, but they had hoped she’d be able to start breast feeding once Kenny was able to.
Unfortunately, despite having breast fed Laurel without trouble, between the trauma of the C-section and the hysterectomy, she wasn’t producing nearly enough, even with regular pumping, to be able to feed him without supplementing with formula.
Not enough to make it worth the massive hit to her psyche every time she got frustrated at herself for the small quantities, which didn’t help things. The more trouble she had, the more it upset her, meaning less production, until Tilly quietly coordinated with Nate, Leo, Jesse, and the nurse down there to call off the attempts for Eva’s peace of mind. The baby was thriving on formula, and while it wasn’t the preferred option, everyone agreed that Eva had already been through enough. They needed her focused on her recovery, and taking care of the baby, not what was quickly blowing up in Eva’s mind into one more perceived failure on her part.
Nate, Leo, and Jesse crowded around Eva, comforting her, wiping her tears as she slowly rocked back and forth, clutching the baby to her. Tilly stood to the side, silently filming and photographing the moment for them. She would leave for England in a couple of days, unable to delay her departure any longer. Now that Eva was out of danger, and the baby was stable and thriving, they really didn’t need her even though they wished they could keep her there as a security blanket.
The night before Kenny was scheduled to be discharged, eighteen days after he was admitted, Nate and Eva were alone in the room. They’d gotten everything packed and all they’d have to do in the morning was their chore, wash the sheets and towels, and make sure everything was clean and ready for the next resident to check in.
As Nate held her in bed, she tried to relax. This was such a different experience from having Laurel. Kenny would be sent home with a heart monitor for a couple of weeks to make sure he didn’t have sleep apnea. But he was being bottle fed and gaining weight. Leo and Jesse and even Laurel had all taken turns feeding him already, and both Jesse and Leo were eager to have “their” son home with them.
Laurel was a little miffed that her brother was too little to wear a necklace with their pack tag on it, but Leo mollified her by offering to get him one and hang it on the wall over Kenny’s crib in the master bedroom.
And they were getting him home just in time to celebrate his first Christmas, too.
She heard her phone ring and she rolled over to retrieve it from the side table. She flinched when she saw it was her mother.
She sent it to voice mail and set the phone down.
“Who was it?” Nate asked.
“Mom.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “You haven’t contacted her, have you?”
“No, Sir,” she said. “Last time I talked to her was that morning she called me.”
“Good girl.”
Her phone buzzed—the voice mail alert.
Nate got out of bed, grabbed her phone, and took it into the bathroom where she imagined he was checking the message.
When he returned a moment later, she couldn’t read his expression.
“Lightning? Truck? House fire?”
“Huh?”
“Did he die? Please tell me he’s dead.”
“Ah.” Nate smiled. “No, unfortunately, no.” He returned the phone to where she’d had it. “She wanted to invite us to Christmas dinner at their house.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Would I kid about that?”
“Well, fuck that shit,” Eva said. “No way in hell.”
“You didn’t hear me call her back, did you?” He returned to bed.
“So we’ll just ignore it then, right?”
“Oh, no. I plan on calling her tomorrow.”
“Why?”
He curled his arms around her. “So I can tell her all about the grandson she’ll never lay eyes on as long as she’s married to that monster.”
She thought he was joking at first, until she realized he was serious. “You’re not kidding, are you?”
“Just because I’m not like Tony or Scrye or Kel or some of our friends doesn’t mean I’m not sadistic in my own ways.” He looked at her and gentled his voice. “Do you honestly believe she had no clue?”
What she wanted to believe and what she really thought were two different things. “I honestly don’t know,” she finally said. “There were plenty of times she made shitty comments to me when I was growing up. I don’t know how guilty she really is, but she damn sure isn’t innocent.”
“Exactly,” he said. “She lost all rights of access to this pack years before this pack was even formed.” He closed his eyes. “And all I give a damn about is our pack, not her. We are going to have a house full of friends for Christmas. I’m afraid there’s no room for any of those other people. Jesse said the guest list is already at seventeen, and he’s having to coordinate gifts for the kids because several people almost duplicated things. Our children will have no lack of love and ‘family’ of our choosing. But I refuse to introduce any negativity into their lives. They’ll have enough of that to deal with when they’re older.”
“Did I mention how much I love you?”
“The ring on your finger and bracelet on your wrist told me that.” He smiled. “And I love you, too. Now be a good girl and go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long, busy day.”
“But a good one.”
“Yes, a very good one.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
So many changes, Eva could barely keep track of them. Kenny had just turned four months old and his latest visit with his pediatrician had been blessedly uneventful. Despite his early birth, he’d quickly caught up to where he should be growth-wise and his pediatrician was satisfied that he shouldn’t have any lasting effects from his early arrival.
He certainly was plowing through formula at a fast pace. Even Eva had to admit that had she been able to breast feed she likely would have been supplementing with formula, and pumping, so that everyone could help feed him.
Jesse and Leo, when they were home, practically hogged time with the baby.
She still felt badly about Jesse not being able to be a biological father, but he told her he wasn’t worried about it. Kenny was “their” son, and he didn’t care who the “legal” father was.
They’d moved into the new house the previous weekend. This weekend, Eva was finally going to make it back to the club for the first time since the night she nearly died. Jesse and Leo and Laurel were on the job tonight with the baby.
Well, Jesse and Leo were on the job. Laurel would likely be sound asleep by nine thirty.
It was nice having the master suites at one end of the house and the kids on the other. The extra doors for the hallways between them helped muffle sounds even more, giving the adults a little extra measure of privacy. The baby monitor for Kenny’s room took care of worrying about hearing him, and both sets of parents had receivers in their rooms, as well as a portable one in the kitchen, so they could hear if he cried.
Eva had bristled when all three men put their collective feet down about her not going back to work until Tilly came up with the perfect solution. They needed someone part-time at their Florida office to help out. Basic office work, answering phones, helping Tilly coordinate schedules between their new office in England, Florida, and LA. No travel involved, either.
And she could bring Kenny and Laurel to work when she needed to. The other two people staffing the office full-time brought their kids in.
She wouldn’t be making as much as she had been working full-time, but with all three men working, and
with Jesse’s income going back up once he finished his degree in a couple of years, they wouldn’t really need her income.
It was more to keep her from going stir-crazy.
Completely alone-alone together in the hotel room they’d rented, Nate had to go Master on her ass to order her out of bed when she’d wanted to stay behind and have another round of fucking. Tilly, Landry, and Cris would all be at the club tonight and they were supposed to meet up with them there.
Outside of sex, Nate had been hesitant to play with Eva even though she was completely healed, afraid of hurting her.
Eva was coming close to going switchy on his ass in protest.
She wanted to play, and yes, she was hoping Tilly and her men could talk some sense into Nate.
The first part of their evening was spent catching up with friends and going out to the office to show off baby pictures on their phones.
Eva was standing there with Seth and Leah when Tilly came out and got her. “Your Master calls,” she teased.
“Did you talk to him?”
“Oh, I warned him that mouthy little slaves go feral if they aren’t taken in hand often enough.”
“That’s the damn truth,” Seth agreed, earning him a playful poke in the shoulder from Leah.
When Eva returned to the dungeon, she found Nate at the table he usually used, already setting up for their scene. He crooked a finger at her and called her over, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him.
She dropped to her knees, loving it when he grabbed her hair and forced her head back. “Someone’s been wanting to play,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tilly assures me I won’t break you if I do.” He smiled. “That means I guess I should make up for lost time.”
Oh, fuck. “Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in. “Then someone better get naked and climb onto my table.”
He released her, helping her up. Yep, she felt subspace creeping in already. Once she was facedown on the table, Nate securely tied her to it, including blindfolding her.
She wasn’t sure what he had planned, but the fact that he’d tied her legs wide apart hopefully meant orgasms in her immediate future.
He started out with some violet wand play, and that quickly dropped her all the way into subspace. She wasn’t a masochist but he derived sadistic pleasure from watching her struggling to please him, so he didn’t have to deliver a lot of pain.
Just enough of it.
He combined the violet wand with doing sadistic reflexology on her feet, quickly turning her brain to mush as she was both turned on and horny as well as crying from the pain.
That’s when he apparently set aside the violet wand. “Such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.
Then he bit her on the ass, hard, making her cry out before she heard the Hitachi switch on and he pressed it between her legs.
Her entire body arched, straining against the ropes as the orgasm slammed into her. He held a hand over her mouth, two fingers between her lips, to help muffle the sound as she surfed her way through the first and strongest round of pleasure. After a couple of minutes of that, he started pairing the sadistic reflexology with the Hitachi, combining searing—and both temporary and harmless—pain in her feet with pleasure coursing through her clit.
Damn, he was good.
By the time he finally stopped and she lay there limp and trembling, she was thoroughly wrung out.
He untied her and wrapped a blanket around her before helping her sit up.
His playful smirk only made her horny again, despite what she’d just endured. “Better?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Oh, you thank me now,” he said. “Just wait until we get back to the room.”
* * * *
Yes, Tilly had nailed it when she’d pulled him aside.
After having seen his wife almost die, it was difficult for him to bring himself to playing with her the way he used to. He wanted to cherish her, not torture her.
Although, yes, torturing her a little was fun.
And, okay, yes, after finishing with her on the table he was hard as granite and aching to be balls-deep inside her.
That would have to wait until they returned to the room.
Once they did get back to the hotel, he immediately put her on her knees, waiting, while he stripped and got the Hitachi ready. Then he stripped her, sitting her in front of him on the floor at the end of the bed.
She opened her mouth, eager to go down on him. He held her by the hair, making her wait for it, beg for it, even.
Only then did he ease his cock into her mouth all the way to the root, making her wait a moment before allowing her back up. He made her—well, he supposed since she was eager to do it that “made” technically wasn’t the right word—lick his balls and take her time worshipping his cock, all with her hands bound behind her with rope.
When he knew he was close to blowing his load, he got her up and bent her facedown over the bed, feet on the floor. Slamming his cock home inside her, he grabbed the Hitachi. “Good girl,” he said as he flicked it on and reached around her with one hand, pressing it to her clit.
She moaned against the mattress, her body flexing as she came.
He held her bound wrists with his other hand and started fucking her. “Come hard, baby. Because when I’m done, so are you.”
That made her moan even louder, and as best she could she tried to rock back against him in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged. “One more.”
He picked up the pace, harder, faster, his balls swinging against her ass with every thrust until he felt his own climax building.
He turned off the Hitachi and set it aside, fucking her, holding onto her hips as he slammed into her until, finally, pleasure exploded through him as his balls emptied inside her.
Collapsing on top of her, he kissed the back of her neck.
She giggled.
He was so worn out he could barely catch his breath, and here she was giggling. “What’s so funny, love?”
He pulled out and got her up on the bed and rolled onto her side, facing him. “Remember that very first night when you worked on me at Leo and Jesse’s collaring?”
“Yes?”
“Remember how Tilly stood there with me and held my hand?”
He frowned. “Yes?”
“Do you remember what she said?”
“I’m sorry, not exactly, no.”
She giggled again. “She said you had a Professor Snape vibe going. I just remembered that, and that you’re using a Hitachi Magic Wand on me.” She giggled even harder.
“Ah. I see.” He held it up. “This one?”
Her eyes widened as he switched it on and went after her again, Eva now caught in a vicious cycle of laughing and orgasming until he took pity on her a few minutes later and let her breathe.
She immediately giggled again after catching her breath.
“Now what?” he asked, amused.
“I wonder, what is the magic command for making someone orgasm?”
“Hocus poke-us.” He laughed as he untied her. “I obviously didn’t fry your brain enough if you can still ponder things like that.”
They snuggled together in bed, thoroughly worn out now. She smiled all the time, no worry lines creasing her face at all like she’d borne when he first met her.
Her energy felt light, loving, and twined delicately with his.
“I love you, Master,” she said. She only called him that when they were alone together like this.
He kissed her. “I love you, too, slave. Now go to sleep or I shall work you up to a frenzy and not let you come.”
“Sadist.”
“Your point?”
She sighed. “I guess I don’t have one.”
After a couple of minutes he felt her fall asleep, and he was finally able to relax. Life had been nonstop crazy, but now that they were moved into the new house, they
could all settle into a permanent routine.
And even though it was nice being alone with her like this…
He couldn’t wait to get home to his pack.
THE END
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