Forged: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel (16 page)

“She needs this. You need this. Give me a fucking break. Neither of you are any different than the day I fucking walked out of our house and away from both of your selfish asses. Finley dying was fucking horrible, the worst day of my life, but the way you dealt with it, the way she dealt with it, that only made shit exponentially worse. You couldn’t have given a rat shit whether I was suffering as badly, or worse than either of you. All you two cared about was your fucking selves. Good to see things haven’t changed, Dad. Have a nice fucking life.”

Just as I’m about to hang up on him, he says the one thing that would make me reconsider meeting with them. Fucking sonofabitch. He knows damn well this is the only thing he can hold over my head. The one thing he can manipulate me with that would change my mind.

“I have something of Finley’s that I think she’d like you to have. I’ve been holding on to it for you, in case you came home. But seeing as you never did, it’s time I gave it to you I think.”

Shit.

“I can reach you on this number?”

“Of course.”

Sighing heavily and rubbing my temple I give in.

“Give me a few days and I’ll get back to you. Got a lot going on here, so I’ll have to see when I can carve out some time to see you, but I’ll be in touch.”

This time I don’t delay in hanging up. I don’t need to hear any more of his apologies. It is what it is, and there’s no going back. I’ll happily take whatever he has that belonged to my sister and cherish it, but if he thinks using her will get me any closer to forgiving them, he’s got another thing coming.

“Dear Family,

Thank you for all those wonderful childhood memories…

Here’s my therapy bill.”

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And Tobias said I got lost in my own head too often. He’s spaced out no less than three times in the last hour, so much so I’m actually starting to get worried about him. He isn’t usually this distracted, and definitely not after we make love. Then he’s attentive, affectionate, and demonstrative of how much he enjoyed himself, usually following round one up with rounds two and three shortly after.

Deciding I’ve had enough of talking to myself and the wall sitting to my left, I climb over him straddling his waist and press hot, open mouthed kisses across his chest from one nipple to the other. With a jerk he’s back to the land of the living and pulling me tightly to him until I’m resting against him chest to chest with my head in the crook of his neck.

“What are you doing, baby? Did I leave you alone for too long?” His voice is husky, the evidence of his willingness to cure neglecting me is pressed hard and hot against my inner thigh.

Huffing, I bite the sensitive skin of his neck listening for the answering growl I know is coming. And I’m not disappointed. The sound rumbles up from the depths of his chest, the vibrations teasing my poor, over used and abused nipples.

“Focus, nympho.” I say with mock anger.

Chuckling he replies,

“Nympho? Only with you, babe.”

“Whatever,” I snort. It may be true, but screw him and his smug attitude. Well, not literally, because then he’d be getting what he wants and I need him to answer my questions first.

Rolling me under his huge, hard, hot body, Tobias rests on his forearms with his gaze raking over my face. The look in his eyes is so tender it melts my heart. I love it when he looks at me like this. I’ve always loved it.

“What’s more important than me sliding my cock inside you and fucking you until you scream? I was getting some fucking excellent ideas while you were sitting there licking me. Your pretty, pink tongue flicking my chest has made me hard as a rock, babe.” He says quirking an eyebrow at me.

Embarrassingly I have to admit I consider saving my questions for later when he says stuff like that. I’ve never had very good self-control around him and he knows it. But much to his dismay, I forge ahead regardless of his straining erection and my desire to have him inside me.

“I was trying to talk to you for the last hour while you were off in outer space. What’s wrong? You looked deep in heavy thoughts over there.”

Tobias shakes his head and rolls off me, pulling me into his side instead. This is his go-to position when he wants to talk to me and it’s something serious, so I know whatever he has to say is weighing on him heavily.

“Just after you stormed up here stomping your cute little foot, turning me on because you’re so damn sexy when you get riled up, I got a call from my dad.”

“What?” I gasp. Tobias hasn’t had any contact with either of his parents’ since he left home. I know the basics behind why, but he hasn’t gone into great detail about it and it’s something I believed was better left alone. If he wanted me to know, he’d tell me. Seeing as they aren’t in our lives I can only assume that’s why he hasn’t told me more than he had to. That, or it was too painful for him to do so.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “He tried to apologize. Told me he and my mom are in Colorado and want to see me. They want to show me they’re sober or some shit. I pretty much told him to fuck off, that I wasn’t interest, but the asshole claimed he’s got something of Finley’s he wants me to have. I ended up telling him I’d call him in a few days when I can carve out some time.”

The difference between what I know about Tobias’s parents’ and his late sister, Finley, is everything. I think I may know her as well as my own children sometimes. Tobias talks about her all the time. How beautiful she was. How smart, kind, and witty she was. How much she loved him and he loved her. Apparently she was good at school, part of every club she could make time for, everyone loved her, and her most endearing quality; she took very good care of Tobias.

Finley made sure he had home cooked meals to come home to when his parents’ weren’t there, which sounded like most of the time. She did his laundry, cleaned up after him, and was his best friend as well. In hearing his stories about her, I fell in love with her too. Not only because of how wonderful she sounded, but because if it wasn’t for her Tobias might not have turned into the magnificent man I married.

Without giving it another thought, I grab my cell off the nightstand and dial number three in my favorites list.

“Hi, Mom. Are the girls being good?”

At her soft giggle I’m put at ease. She’s not pulling her hair out, screaming for me to come and get them, so that’s got to be a good thing, right?

“Of course they are. They’re angels, honey, honestly.” I can’t help but snort at her description of my daughters, because they are definitely not angels. Dakota may be the closest to angelic, but even she’s a far cry from receiving a golden halo.

The girls have been staying with my mom and dad for a few days after mom called and not so subtly told me I needed some time to reconnect with my husband. Yeah, she’s disgusting like that. In some ways I thank my lucky stars she wasn’t around when I’d started dating Tobias. She’d have had no qualms in giving us both an education in safe sex, and the best positions to assist a woman in having an orgasm. Yes, she so would have gone there.

According to Priss, mom had done it to her and her boyfriend at the time, Dan, making Priss vow not to bring another guy home until she found someone capable of handling our mother. Personally I think she lucked out with Tank. Not only can he handle mom, he has her wrapped around his little finger. Mom dotes on both Tank and Tobias. You’d think they were royalty the way she gets out the good place settings and cutlery when they come for dinner. She’s always making sure their beers are full, there’s enough food on their plates, and alternates between making their favorite desserts.

Sometimes I swear my dad wants to ask what he’s got to do to get attention like that, but then mom looks at him with so much love in her eyes he quickly reconsiders, kisses her softly and pulls her into his lap. Needless to say, my parents’ are still very much in love. And although I like to tease my mom about it, it’s really a sight to behold.

Mom giggles again asking,

“Is that all you were calling for, honey, to check on the girls? I promised to take them for pizza and they’re getting restless.”

“No. I actually called to ask if you mind keeping them an extra night, something’s come up. Tobias and I need to go out of town overnight, so I was hoping you and dad won’t mind another sleep over.” A large, warm hand on my thigh has me turning to see Tobias up on one arm, smiling the biggest smile I’ve seen from him in a long time. I love his smile and I didn’t realize until now just how much I’d missed it. Mouthing the words ‘thank you, baby’, he makes me melt all over again.

“We’d love to have them longer. I don’t even have to ask your dad. He was already hating they had to go home tomorrow.” Lowering her voice a fraction she asks. “You’re not doing anything dangerous are you? Because if you are, I’m going to tan your hide, Tallulah Annaliese.”

Snorting again I reply,

“Do you know my husband?” At that I get another smile, but this one’s different. This one is full of heat and promises. Ones I’m sure I’m going to enjoy him keeping, immensely.

“That doesn’t mean Jack squat miss and you know it,” she huffs.

“I beg to differ. Tobias wouldn’t let anything happen to me. He wouldn’t let me go into a situation he thought was dangerous either, so you can rest easy, Mom.”

“Hmm…” She hums, clearly not impressed with the little I’ve given her to go on. Instead she focuses on something else. “I see we’re back to calling him, Tobias. Does that mean I can get your father to take care of that pesky matter of a divorce I’m sure in your haste to reconcile you’ve forgotten about?”

“Holy shit!” I exclaim bolting upright. She’s right, I had totally forgotten and the deadline to withdraw the papers is only two days from now. “Yes. Can you please ask dad to do what he does? I don’t know, grease some palms, rough someone up, whatever, just get them off the system and the paper copies, all three of them, destroyed ASAP.” Mom laughs, but at my snap she stops abruptly when I say, “It’s not funny, Mom. There’s only two days left. If dad doesn’t work his magic now I’m fucked. Do you hear me, fucked?”

“Do not take that tone with me young lady. I’m well aware the position you’re in, and I just thought you’d like to know your father took care of that days ago. I believe it was around the time he saw your husband take your back in his study when he told him to watch how he spoke to you.” She says haughtily.

Baby Jesus wept. I am seriously reconsidering killing my dad right now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful he took care of it for me, but it was up to me to ask him to do that not him to take it upon himself to decide mine and Tobias’ fate. Sighing because there’s really no point giving her a piece of my mind, she’s not the one I’m angry at, I reply,

“Tell dad I said I owe him one. Then tell him he just used his marker by being the devious bastard he is, and he traded it in return for me not kicking his ass.”

Mom bursts out laughing, and I can only assume she’s handed the phone to my dad when his voice comes through loud and clear.

“Hey, baby girl. How you doing?”

Narrowing my eyes on the wall, I grit my teeth and pray for patience.

“Hi, Dad. I’m fine. I just told Mom to pass on a message to you, but seeing as I’ve got you I might as well tell you myself.”

“Sure, sweetheart. Everything okay?” Smug bastard. He either heard what I said to mom, or knows what I’m going to say already. Not that it makes a difference, I’m still going to let him have it.

“First let me say, thank you for what you did, I really do appreciate it. If mom hadn’t reminded me just now I’d have forgotten all about it until it was too late, and I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I’d let that happen, so thank you.” Tobias leans in kissing my ribs before lying flat on his back exposing the very tempting V leading to…

Shaking my head to rid myself of highly inappropriate thoughts when I’m on the phone to my Dad, I go on.

“Second, I owe you one. I don’t know what you had to do to make it happen, but I don’t really care either because it was worth it.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl.” Yeah, I don’t think so old man. I know your game trying to cut me off before we get to the best part. Nice try, but I’m on to you.

“Not so fast, Dad. Lastly, I just want you to know that one I owe you, consider it paid in full.”

His rough chuckle fills my ears when he asks,

“What’d I call my marker in for?”

“Me not kicking your ass of course. Now, look after my girls and keep your hands to yourself and away from mom around them would you?” I ask knowing there’s no chance in hell that’s going to happen.

“Sure thing, baby girl, and thanks for not kicking my ass. I’m getting old you know. I don’t know if I’d be able to take it if you did.” He says his voice filled with amusement.

Saying our goodbyes, I replace my phone in its spot on the nightstand and turn over to look at Tobias. God he’s sexy, is the first thought that goes through my head. The second is, I’m in so much trouble.

“You coming to meet my parents’ with me, baby?”

He damn well heard what he said, but I humor him anyway.

“Yes. I wouldn’t let you do something like that alone, and you heard what I just said to my dad. If I can kick his ass, I can kick your dad’s too if he gets out of line.”

Faster than I can blink I’m rolled to my stomach. My face is to the mattress with his muscular forearms planted beside my head, my ass is in the air, and Tobias is rubbing the head of his very hard, very thick, throbbing cock against the entrance to my already soaking wet pussy. My favorite times with him are when he’s like this. Unrestrained. Hungry. Demanding. And in complete control, of everything.

"Not gonna be able to take you slow, babe. This is gonna be hard and fast, yeah?” The hair on his thighs rasp against my smooth ones. Tobias’s calloused palm runs down the center of my back following the dips of my spine making me shiver in anticipation. The crown of his cock bumps against my clit every time he runs his shaft up and down the length of my slit coating himself in my wetness, sensitizing every nerve ending.