 Photo by Sarah Cervantes on Unsplash  Chapter 1
KAYLEY Knocking the door to my little yellow Mini shut with my hip, I scream as a skeleton pops out of a fucking hidden trap door in the grass, rattling and howling. A head appears over the hedge on the left, but Mr. Arnold laughs and ducks back down to his pruning when he sees I’m fine. Fucking Caleb. He warned me he went all out for Halloween, but this is just…nuts. Clutching the paper shopping bag to my chest, I stick to the paved path, my eyes darting everywhere, determined not to be scared into screaming again. I make it to the front door unassaulted, fumbling with my key and shoving inside, my whole body tense. My eyes squeeze shut, but there are no untoward sounds. Peeking out, I relax, my breath leaving me in a relieved whoosh. Our house looks normal. White walls, covered with their graffiti art, clean lines of the pine floors. One of our wedding pictures is hung over the sideboard where I drop my keys, and I grin up at it, loving the way I’m seated in my gorgeous dress on a low brick wall with Caleb hovering over me, grinning down at me, looking for all the world like he just won the lottery. My eyes find the clock on the wall between the kitchen island and the wooden dining table. The center of it is three metal gears, moving as the two hands move. The numbers on the outside are roman numerals. Caleb had to teach me how to read it - I’d never used an analog clock before. Now, it’s one of my favorite art pieces in the whole house. Three o’clock. Crap. I’m running out of time. Caleb finishes at six. Placing my bag down on the kitchen island, I pull everything out, including the yummy brownies from Lena, tucking them out of sight - I have a snacking problem these days. I pull out the ingredients, carefully follow Lena’s handwritten instructions, and place the dish in the oven. Opening my phone gallery, I tap on the save picture, propping it on the table as I attempt to re-create the fancy table setting with all Caleb’s matchy-matchy dinnerware. Frowning, I step back and sigh. I don’t think I got the triangle of glasses right, but it will have to do. I have less than an hour to shower and get ready. Dinner is still cooking nicely, so I clean up my mess, shoving the shopping bag in the trash and retreating to the bathroom. I light the scented candles Nan assured me would settle my nerves - and my stomach - stepping into the shower. I just want everything to be perfect. Is that too much to ask? COCKEREL “Enjoy your weekend, man!” I wave over my shoulder to Keith, but he’s already bent back over the calf he’s tattooing. A newbie - they always go for Keith - there’s just something about him they feel they can trust. It’s one of the reasons I hired his gossipy, prankster ass. Camila nods to me as well, turning back to smile at her customer as Ray rings them up. Camila was a good addition - her cartoon skills are second to none in this part of the state. Jax is at home. It’s one of his days off. Harvey is drinking coffee, chatting with one of the Wild Hawks who are hanging around getting ready for the illegal poker game that will be happening in the back room tonight. The second I’m out the door, I stride around to the staff parking lot, shoving the parlor and my employees out of my mind. I’m getting better at compartmentalizing all that shit. For almost ten years, my whole world was the parlor. Fuck, I worked seven days a week in the early days. I told Jax he didn’t need to as well, be he was as much all in as I was. Hiring Keith meant we could all do six days, and bringing Harvey on brought us back to five. Camila’s addition means five eight-hour days. Fucking perfect for where I am with my life right now. The Hawks weren’t the demanding ones. I was. They would have been happy to pony up the cash to pay for extra artists if I had asked and the takings didn’t cover it, but I was too proud to ask for that shit. So were Jax and Keith. Now we are making fucking bank, I make sure I pay them their fair share. Hell, I’m considering offering Jax a part share. He earned it ten years ago, and the Hawks like him. Fuck. I’m thinking about the parlor again. Compartmentalizing is a work in progress. Kayley’s Mini is parked in the driveway. I smirk at it, pulling in behind it. I fucking showed her how to work the automatic garage door, but she either forgets or is too nervous about using it. Chuckling, I hit the opener attached to my sun visor, shoving out of my truck and jogging over to her car. I have her spare key on my keychain, so I slide in, parking it on one side of the double garage, driving my truck in beside it. There’s a door into the house, but I close the garage and walk across the lawn, grinning at the waving skeleton. Kayley hates Halloween stuff, but I’ve always loved it. I’m going to catch an earful when I get inside. This would have scared the ever-loving shit out of her. Resetting the jump scare trapdoor, I jog to the front door, bracing myself for a berating as I step through the front door. Annoyed, snappy comments do not meet me. No. I’m met by soft jazz and low lighting. Flickering low lighting. Stepping into the space, I blink at the candles and the sight of Kayley looking fucking amazing as she serves up a mouthwatering dinner. “Hey.” She smiles softly across at me. I tear my eyes away from the fancy set up at the table - like something from one of those restaurants we went to in LA - my eyes landing on her. “You look incredible, doll,” I breathe, loving how her cheeks heat at the compliment. “This all looks and smells amazing. Just let me go wash up.” Kayley nods, turning back to the kitchen. As I make my way through to the bedroom, I catch sight of the plate of brownies and grin, holding my chuckles until the bedroom door is firmly closed behind me. I bet they’re from Lena. Kayley fucking sucks at baking. She Burns the brownies every time. Chapter 2 KAYLEY Caleb emerges from the bedroom, looking gorgeously handsome. I bought a new sundress for this, and my hair and makeup are on point. He’s matched me by changing from his jeans and Hawks Ink T-shirt into slacks, and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. So yummy. He holds out my chair, and I have to giggle, ducking my head. What can I say? I married a gentleman. He takes his seat, tapping his beer bottle against my glass of sparkling apple juice. “What’s the occasion, doll?” I arch an eyebrow, eyeing him carefully. “Do I need a reason to spoil my husband?” “No.” Caleb grins at me. “But you usually have one.” Flipping him off, I plate up our meals, handing his over. He takes a bite, moaning as his eyes flutter closed. “Whatever you did to this chicken, it’s amazing.” “It’s Lena’s recipe,” I mumble, toying with my fork. Caleb drops his, reaching over and gripping my hand until I look up at him. “Did you cook it?” “Yes.” “Whatever you did to it, it’s amazing.” A flush covers my cheeks. I need to get better at taking compliments. Usually, I’m okay when Caleb compliments me - as long as the compliments are in bed - anywhere else…I’m working on it. “How was the parlor today?” Caleb glances over, taking another sip of beer before chatting about his clients, the other artists, Ray. I only pierce four days a week, and I’m usually fully booked, trying to squeeze in walk-ins. I offered to do a fifth day, but Caleb was adamant about me having time to myself without him around. I’m not about to complain - I love it. I’ve never had not to hustle, and it’s so nice just to relax or catch up with Nan. Caleb insists on clearing the table, and I fetch the plate of brownies, Caleb’s eyes lighting up. If there was one thing I could change about myself, it’s my lack of baking ability. But Caleb always says that it’s a good thing, or he would be the size of his truck. Maybe he’s just being nice, but that’s okay. “There has to be a special occasion for these,” Caleb teases. There is. But as I open my mouth, the words stick on my tongue. “Nope.” I fake a grin. Caleb watches me carefully but shrugs, digging into his brownie. I toy with mine, chatting about my lunch with Nan. COCKEREL Something is going on with Kayley. She says there is no special reason for this dinner, but I know that’s a lie. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. Or I’ll get sick of waiting and take her to bed and tease her until she cracks. Either way, I’ll find out, and I’m not opposed to option two. It’s very enjoyable for both of us. “I’ll clear. You drink your champagne.” Kayley smiles, nodding as she reaches for her glass, sipping it as I clear the table, covering the leftovers, and cleaning the dishes. Finally, I collect her empty glass, put it into the dishwasher, and tug her into my arms. “I like this new sundress,” I murmur, my fingers skating along the low neckline. “It makes your tits look even more fantastic than usual.” Kayley gets the giggles at that for some reason. Grinning, I slide my fingers into her thick hair, swept up in a pretty bun, securing her head and lowering my mouth to tease her lips. She tastes sweet, not really like champagne. It must be a new brand she’s never bought before. Kayley’s not a big drinker, but my mom got her onto champagne. They even had a girl’s tasting weekend. I wasn’t invited. God, that was fucking boring without Kayley here. I worked. Gave the others an extra day off that week. I couldn’t wait for her to come home. Lifting her up, Kayley’s legs hook around my waist. I break the kiss to blow out the candles on our way past - Kayley giggles the whole way - and take her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. Dropping her on the bed, I grin down at her, slowly removing my clothes. Kayley licks her lips, reaching up for me. Knocking her hand out of the way, I grin wider at her pout. “Oh no, doll. You surprised me with dinner. Now it’s my turn to spoil you.” Her lips part, her eyes shining with excitement. “Yes, please.” Her breathy tone rips a groan from me. I need to taste her. Now. Quickly stripping her clothes off, I crawl onto the bed, tugging her legs apart and sliding my tongue through her folds. Kayley moans, her fingers tangling in my hair. My tongue teases her clit, soft swipes to the side, skirting the main event. “Caleb,” she whines from above my head. “I bought you brownies.” She did buy me brownies. I think that’s worthy of a quick orgasm. Nipping her clit, I plunge two fingers into her, working them at a fast pace as I lick her clit in earnest. She’s more than ready for the action, pressing her hips up, her fingers holding my head right where she wants me. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she comes. Now she’s sated, I can take my sweet time worshipping the rest of her with my mouth. Just the way I like it. Kissing my way up, I stop at her tits. Fuck me. Maybe it’s the dim light here, but they look just as fucking amazing out of her new dress. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they had grown a size. “Caleb,” she moans, pressing her hips against my stomach. “You’re a needy thing tonight, aren’t you, doll?” “You’re teasing me. It’s not fair.” My eyebrows shoot up as I lift my head. I wasn’t, she just came, but if this is what she needs, I’m not about to complain about cutting the foreplay short. Kayley’s hand has found my dick, closing around it as she guides me to her pussy. I could get used to this new, forceful, take what she wants Kayley - as long as my usual Kayley still comes out to play sometimes. Sinking into her wet heat, I groan, my lips finding hers as I brace on my forearms, stroking firmly. “Is that what you wanted?” “Yes,” she moans, her head tipping back, her eyes fluttering closed. Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. I slide my lips up her neck, swirling my tongue and nipping with my teeth as she writhes beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “C-Caleb!” she wails, bucking her hips as she comes. “I got you, doll.” Holding still, I let her ride out her orgasm before I start thrusting again, coming with a grunt. Rolling off her, I tug her into my arms, brushing a kiss to her temple. Kayley snuggles down in my arms, her fingers swirling over my chest in small circles. Chapter 3 COCKEREL Kayley is silent for about five minutes, still stroking my chest absent-mindedly, so I know she hasn’t fallen asleep. There’s clearly something on her mind. I wonder if it’s the same reason she surprised me with a fancy dinner. I’ve hit my limit with her holding back. It never takes me long. “Talk to me, doll. What’s going on?” Kayley sighs, lifting her head, propping up on her elbow as she looks down at me. She is chewing her lower lip, looking unsure. My eyebrows shoot up. It’s not like my Kayley to unsure about shit. I hope everything is okay. “If we needed more space, would we move or build an extension?” My eyebrows have almost reached my hairline now. “I thought everything was on track with the adoption?” Three of Kayley’s younger siblings are in the process of being adopted by their foster parents. The others are all over eighteen. I can’t imagine we’d need space for them. “It is,” Kayley mumbles. “It’s just a question.” Nodding, I toy with her hair, turning it over in my mind. I love this place. I love the location. I love the neighborhood. “I’d rather build an extension. But it would depend on how much space we needed. Like, a whole other level, or just a third bedroom?” “Just a third bedroom.” “Okay. An extension.” “Okay.” She nods, falling silent, looking at my chest, tracing circles on my chest. I don’t know what this has to do with dinner. Placing two fingers under her chin, I tip her head up until our eyes meet. “Is Mom kicking Dad out again, and we need permanent space?” It’s the right thing to say. Kayley rolls her eyes and giggles, relaxing a little bit. “No.” “Then what is it? You’re killing me here, doll.” Sighing, Kayley holds my gaze, her cheeks heating up. “I’m pregnant.” My mind goes blank. I gape at her, my eyes drifting down her body to focus on her stomach. Looks the same as always, though…my eyes move back up to her tits. This could explain those bad boys growing. “Caleb?” Kayley’s voice is small, scared. Shit. My eyes snap back up to her. A baby. Kayley and my baby…. KAYLEY Caleb looks like he’s been shocked into permanent silence. He finally lifts his eyes off my tits. The stunned look on his face changes as he processes my news slowly. I’m sure of it. I did two tests at Nan’s place. Both were certain. We don’t really have enough space here. I would want a spare bedroom for guests as well as a nursery. I like having an extra bedroom for when the boys have leave from the army and are back in town. Caleb’s eyes start shining, and his hand hesitantly reaches out, his fingers brushing against my stomach. “Holy fucking shit, doll. You’re sure?” “Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper. Caleb’s hand lands on my belly properly, stroking as he reaches for me with the other one, cupping the back of my neck and bringing my head down until our mouths are fused together, his tongue demanding access. He kisses me hard and needy, finally releasing me, his fingers still stroking my stomach. “I’ll get the name of the Hawks go-to construction guys to start on the extension right away.” I stare down at him, blinking. “For the nursery?” “Yeah.” A huge grin crosses Caleb’s face. “For the nursery. Fucking shit. Mom! Do you think it’s too late to call her?” A tentative grin breaks across my face. He’s acting like a little kid on Christmas morning. That has to be a good sign. “Yeah. I think it’s a bit too late to call her.” Wow. He almost looks disappointed that he can’t share the news with everyone. “That’s okay. I’ll call her in the morning.” I giggle. Caleb’s eyes find mine at the sound, tugging me back down as he tucks me against his chest, stroking my hair. “What’s up, doll? Why are you so hesitant?” My breath catches in my throat. Of course he picked up on that. No one can read me like Caleb can. “What if I’m a bad mom? What if it’s genetic?” Caleb’s arms tighten around me, his lips moving against my temple. “It’s fucking impossible for you to be a bad mom, doll. Look at how you raised your siblings. Ask any one of them, and they’ll tell you how fucking amazing you were. You’re superwoman, and you’ll be superwoman as a mom too.” “You think so?” Warmth is spreading through me at the certainty in his tone. “Fuck yeah, I think so.” I giggle at the firmness. “Okay.” Caleb’s fingers cup one of my tits - they’re almost a full cup size bigger already. “How big do you think they’re going to get?” he asks excitedly, his thumb rubbing back and forth across my nipple, drawing a moan from me. “I don’t know, but don’t start something you can’t finish.” “Oh, trust me, doll, I’ll be able to finish,” Caleb breathes, his mouth finding mine. “But you’re on top. I don’t want to squish you both.” “It’s like, ten cells.” “On top, doll.” He taps my ass, and I giggle, sitting up and straddling him. I like this position. It’s not going to be much of a hardship. Caleb reaches up, cupping both my tits as I impale myself, sighing at the full feeling I will never get used to. “I love you,” he tells my tits. Nice. “My eyes are up here,” I laugh. Caleb doesn’t even attempt to drag his eyes away from my nipples, which he is stroking again, driving me to distraction. “I know. But I’m not talking to them right now.” The End. |
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