Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

Chapter 17

Becca POV

I leaned towards him, looking at his lips. I looked back at his eyes, and he was super confused now. When my lips hit his, I closed my eyes. Soaking in the warmth. My hands grabbed his white V-neck tee shirt, making sure he couldn't and wouldn't move. I felt him frozen, but as soon as I pressed harder into the kiss, his hands went from my cheeks, into my hair. He melted into the kiss. Into me. As I melted back into him. I ran my hands up his head, as he knotted his fingers in my hair, pulling at the base of my neck slightly. One of his arms dropped from my hair to my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He held me in place as I straddled him. The kiss didn't go beyond that, and I could feel how much he wanted to continue. Thank God for these biker shorts, or I'd be a mess in front of him. I just looked down at him, smiling at him.

"There are kids out here!" We heard shouts from behind him. I looked up to see Reid, Indie, Bear and the twins sitting outside getting ready for movie night. I blushed.

From above me, I heard, "Get a room! Sluts!"

We looked up to see Parker and Kai peaking out of my room laughing at us, the window open. The blush deepened.

"Take her back to your room, Bullet! We've got the kids." Kai said, closing the window.

"And we don't work tomorrow!" Parker added quickly.

I groaned, feeling his eyes on me. His hands gripped my hips as he ground his erection into my core, which was getting wetter by the minute. My head was in my hands. He peeled my hands away, trying to get me to look at him.

"What?" I asked. I looked at him, eyes big, waiting to see what he'd do or say. He smiled at me.

"I'd love to show you these blueprints. But I'm going to need you to stay seated. Deal?" I nodded. I turned around on his lap so that we could look at the blueprints he wanted to show me.

"Now," he said, adjusting me so that his erection rested right in the valley of my slit. I could feel him through the thin layer of cotton on his sweats and the even thinner layer of spandex on these damn shorts. This was such a bad idea, "These are the blueprints of a house that is available on the compound. I can buy it, and we can keep it as is. Or," he turned his head to look at me, "Tear it down and start new." He waited, gauging my reaction before continuing. The first set of prints he rolled out was the home as is. Very separate rooms, and it didn't look like there was a way to effectively give it an open concept, which I love. He went through each room, and where we could attempt to make it as open as possible. I did like the idea of an office or play room on either floor, so I could be there with Grey.

The second set of prints he unrolled were of a home that he had designed himself.

"What about our house?" I asked, curious as to why he's showing me these prints when we have a house. I just haven't moved in because we aren't good. And I won't live there without him. He looked away quickly, before bringing his gaze back to mine.

I gasped, "Oh my god you're selling it!" I was hurt, and pissed, and sad. Oh god! Our dream home!

"Can I explain why I want to sell?" Wanted to? Not selling? Okay...

Breathe. Okay. Let's hear this out.

"Hacker is looking to buy a place. We haven't moved in, ever. I know that period of time was almost done was a very bad time in our lives. I would like to sell it, and completely remove any and all bad memories that could potentially taint us and our lives from here on out. Including the house. That's why I called James again to see if he could help me get this done. And he can make any changes you want to it. Just like last time. This doesn't even have to be our house until you're ready."

"What if I'm never ready?"

"Then I still have my room at the clubhouse."

"What if that made me uncomfortable?"

"I'd move somewhere even if it was just me then," he shrugs like it's no big deal, and blatantly obvious. To who it was obvious, I have no fucking clue. Because it was certainly not me. Is this man serious?

"Are you serious?" I looked at him. Having to keep eye contact because I don't feel like this is real life right now. "Is this real life? Where's the camera? Are you pranking me?"

He held me, silently, until I looked into his eyes.

I don't think I'd ever seen him so serious.

Cameron POV

Never in my life had I been as serious as I am now.

"I am," I said firmly, deeply, trying to push as much seriousness forward as I could. "If you're never ready for me to move in with you both, that's okay. If you don't want me staying at the clubhouse, I'll find somewhere else to stay. Whether a hotel, or a friend's house. Or all my friends' houses! I don't care. I will do whatever I need to do to show you every day that I am committed to you and Grey. Only you and Grey. Then the club and the brothers. But you two will always be first." She took a deep breath and held it as I continued, "And if you do forgive me, and we have more children, which I would love to see and help you raise, I would put them right up there with you and Grey. You are slightly above her, because one day she'll leave. I don't want to be married to a stranger." I rested my head on her chest. Listening to her heart beating wildly in her chest. I had to keep going. I was getting somewhere. Just as I went to open my mouth, she asked a question I hadn't thought about.

"What if I want more children, but I don't want you to move in?"

There was only one logical answer to this. "I'll only ask to move in with you, temporarily. For one year, starting two months before you're due, so I can take care of and pamper you and Grey while you finish baking our little loaf. I would also want to be there for the newborn phase. You'll need all the rest you can get, and I'd love any time to bond with the baby. I also want to make sure you heal properly and aren't overwhelmed. Plus, if you want to breastfeed, you'll need to get up every couple of hours at night and that's exhausting. Indie told me it's worse with twins. I asked all about pregnancy and how to be better than the average guy. Ya know if you ever wanted more kids. But...how are you supposed to make nutritious meals for yourself and take care of Grey and feed the baby?" That sounded like a lot to me, but I don't know anything about having kids that little. "When are you supposed to sleep during all that? No. I'll be there until you tell me you're ready for me to leave. I won't ever leave you to fend for yourself. I love you, Becca. I will take care of you. Whether you have more of our kids or not. But that's how I'd love you if you did."

I kissed her shoulder.

"You can't expect me to be okay with setting a low bar for our daughter, can you? She's going to see how I take care of you. I want her to know she should expect nothing less. I will be respecting your boundaries, while still caring for you in every way I can. Showing her that she needs a man who will go at least that far for her. If he can't do at least what I do, he's not right for her. I don't care who he is. She needs to see how to be loved and cared for, and respected. I want to teach her that. But only if you let me. And I know you will when you're ready. So, we have all the time in the world." I kissed her cheek, wrapping my arms around her. Her arms curled up around mine, as I nuzzled into her.

This was my happy place.

This was where I was home.