Malice's Soul by E.C. Land (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

She’d been beautiful to me before I ever found out about her being pregnant, missing out on these past months guts me. I will, at some point, experience it, but not for a long while.

First, I need to right the rest of my wrongs with her.

“You ready to go?” I ask, clearing my throat, trying not to think of how good she looks in the long sundress she’s wearing.

Willow cocks her head to the side to look over her shoulder as she stands. “Yeah, I’ve got them ready to go. We’ll probably have to stop before we get there to feed them, but they’re out.”

“That’s fine,” I mutter, stepping close enough to reach out and pull her into my arms. I’ve yet to kiss her more than a peck on the lips since getting her back. My cock has ached for her, but I restrain my need to do anything about it ‘cause of the restrictions. We still have nearly four weeks left until we can even think about that shit. Besides, before I even think of taking her again, I’m gonna hear the doctor lift the restriction. I don’t ever want to do anything that would hurt my woman.

No matter my needs.

Stroking her back, I savor the touch of her hands on my chest.

“You ready to come home with me? Be mine in every way?” I ask cautiously.

“I’m ready. My soul is connected to yours and it always will be. There is no other for me in this life or the next besides you. I couldn’t not want to go with you. Be yours. Yes, we have things to work on. A lot of things, but what relationship doesn’t take work to make it last. You made a promise, a vow that we’d always be protected.” I stop her right there by pressing my mouth to hers.

Lifting back up, I press my forehead to hers. “How did you know about the vow I made?” I ask.

“I felt it in my soul, plus the spirits of the world told me. Mainly my daddy, when it rained, he told me,” she whispers sheepishly. If it weren’t for the fact she knew what I said, I’d say it were bullshit what she just said, but then again, she’s not the first one I’ve met who had the tendency to hear strange things.

Blaze from the National charter, his ol’ lady is unique in many ways. There’s a lot to the woman no one else but those close to her understands, but I guess I can see now what my brother means by him being his ol’ lady’s anchor.

Pressing my lips to Willow’s once more, I deepen the kiss slipping my tongue into hers. Our tongues dance with each other and my cock hardens behind its zipper confinement as my woman moans against my mouth.

Not wanting to, I break the kiss that causes me to want to postpone leaving and make out with Willow. But the sooner I get her home to the clubhouse, the sooner I get to situate the triplets and continue this moment between the two of us.

And that’s definitely something I look forward to doing.

Releasing my hold on her, I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze before letting go to start grabbing car seats. “Go ahead and get in the truck. I’ll bring these two out first, then come back for our little girl,” I murmur while grabbing Gates and Gavin first. With them being so identical right now, I’m grateful to Quinn for being thoughtful enough to have their names put on hats. Gavin’s is red with his name, Gates’s color is green, and Gemini’s is purple. Though Gemini is a girl and could be told a part she’s not to be left out with having a special hat.

Nodding, Willow does as I ask while smiling at me. She knew I wouldn’t let her lift one of their car seats right now. I’d told her the other day when she tried to that she wasn’t doing that shit until the doctor cleared her for lifting heavier than ten pounds. Didn’t matter to me if the babies were only right at five pounds each. Besides out kids, I’m not allowing her to carry anything else.

Outside, I open the back door and place one car seat in its base then the other. After I help Willow into the front seat, I head back in to get my little girl and the diaper bag sitting next to her.

Getting back to the truck, I smirk at Willow as she meets my gaze while talking to Wesley through the window of the passenger door.

Snapping Gemini’s car seat into its base, I put the bag on the floorboard and close the door.

I open the driver’s door and climb in. I’d already started the truck while I’d finished loading the truck up with all the kids’ stuff. I put my seat belt on and twist in my seat to look toward Willow and Wesley.

“Be careful heading home and let me know when y’all get there,” Wesley orders.

“You got it, Grandpa, love you,” Willow says sweetly.

“Love you too, baby girl. Now be good and take care of them babies,” he mutters and looks to me. “Remember what I said and keep me updated.”

“Will do, Wesley,” I grumble with a curt nod in agreement.

Wesley nods and steps back. I turn my attention to Willow. “Let’s go home,” I murmur.

“Home,” she whispers with a smile on her face.

Grinning at my woman, I twist to face straight, put the ignition in gear and press the gas. Yeah, home where she’s always belonged and where she’ll stay.

Chapter Eight

Willow

The sound of one of my babies wakes me. Opening my eyes, I push myself up to a sitting position in Malice’s bed. I know immediately that I’m alone with the kids in the room and my stomach tightens at the thought of where he could be.

No, I can’t let myself go down that dark road.