Papi

Peyton:

The swirling cool humid air filled my lungs with an earthy bouquet of swampy wood and musky water as the twinkling stars danced majestically over the shadow blanketed bayou. Sipping on my oak-infused richness as the gentle burn reminded me of my lonely existence, wallowing in my treacherous emotions and thoughts.

“So Fucking Depressing,” Dax grumbled from the shadows with a snarling grunt.

“Oh, I’m sorry. How am I supposed to feel? Happy? Fucking jubilation?” Rolling my eyes at his grumbling compliment of my current mood.

I knew proving myself was going to be an uphill battle, but watching Elicia plunge that dagger into her chest, sacrificing herself to kill Helmer while her mates watched helplessly only solidified my pitiful existence. My whole life I was raised to be heartless, soulless, for what? Power. Money. Greed. It wasn’t worth it.

“It’s called ‘Remorse’.” Nodding to Dax’s statement.

“It fucking sucks.” Gulping down the remaining bourbon, reaching for the open bottle at my feet as soft knocking echoed through the darkened room. Prying my ass from the lounge chair, tripping over the threshold with a grumbling curse as my eyes scanned over the shadow-drenched room. Reaching for the door handle as the soft knocking echoed out again, squinting against the hallway light as the door swung open.

“Bailey?” Staring into those sultry smokey blues as her name rasped hoarsely from my alcohol-induced dry throat, stepping aside as the dancing shadows welcomed her petite curves in a seductive dance of murky colors.

Inhaling her delicious scent of plum blossom and lavender with a subtle hint of mint as her piercing blues scanned over the room highlighted by the golden hues of the hallway light sconces and the gentle reflections of the stary night. Robbing the glowing hues of light as the door closed with a soft click, leaving us both draped in the soft illumination of the outside light.

“Hi, Peyton.” Her airy voice filled me with a rushing heat of anxiety, rushing past her in an attempt to be hospitable. Suddenly lost in a swirling tornado of thoughts and emotions.

“More like a Headless Chicken.” Dax laughed from the shadows, grabbing the open bourbon bottle from the terrace floor.

“Bourbon?” Ignoring the voice in my head, turning toward her approaching silhouette as she gracefully floated through the shadows like a ghost, gulping down my heart thundering rapidly in my throat and ears as her amused giggles washed over me in a delightful embrace.

“No, but thank you for the offer. It’s not good for the baby.”

Pouring a fresh bourbon with a shaky hand as my nerves took over like a wrecking ball, gulping down the woodsy liquid with a harsh cough pouring another hefty amount. Lifting the glass to my lips before her whispered words finally clicked, inhaling sharply as the glass slipped from my hand with a clattering crash of glistening liquid and glass shards.

“BABY?!” Snapping around in a blurry haze, tripping over my twisted feet catching myself on the doorframe with a firm palm as those smokey blues swirled majestically against the twinkling stars dancing over our heads.

“Talk about whiplash,” Dax grunted in the hazy fog of alcohol as her smiling face stared up at me with a warmth that melted away my turbulent emotions. Scanning over her relaxed body dressed in black knitted pants and matching tank, hovering over her hand pressed gently to her stomach.

“I-I…ugh…are you okay? Is the baby okay? Umm… My mom explained that Helmer tried changing you, but Desmond and Izzy gave you some kind of tonic.” Rubbing my neck nervously as she slid into the matching loveseat, patting the cushion with a gentle expression.

“Dude, sit down before you give yourself a Myocardial infarction.” Snarling at Dax’s medical jargon, gingerly sitting next to my gorgeous mate… ex-mate, Fuck!
I’m the biggest loser on the face of the earth for losing someone like her. Staring as she brushed her hand through those luscious raven locks that hung in soft waves over her shoulders. Fidgeting with my hands, quickly looking away to the smoothed stone floor of the terrace as my legs shook in a nervous rhythm.

“Peyton?” Frozen solid as her warm hand gripped my trembling thigh with a gentle squeeze, looking into her passionate eyes as my meaningless world came crashing down in a tidal wave of pent-up emotions. Crumbling into her chest as blistering tears ripped from my eyes, sinking into her gentle warmth as her hands rubbed soothing circles across my back.

“Cry-baby.” Mentally exhausted to even argue with my asshole bear, flipping him off as the tears flowed like faucets, gripping her sides as she softly cooed against my tousled locks.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m an m-monster, a soulless monster that hurt you, Elicia, and so many more. I don’t deserve to live. I don’t deserve any of this.” Sobbing into her drenched shoulder.

“Peyton DeLois was a monster. The Peyton in front of me is not. You were raised by a heartless man that took away something special to you. Your mother. I had a nice chat with Thyra and Jorvik before visiting you, and I agree with them. You deserve a second chance at life with the proper guidance.” Flinching slightly at the mentioning of my great-grandfather, pulling back from her warm embrace searching her smiling face for any form of deceit, only finding truth and acceptance.

“Your mom is quite the character, and your great-grandfather, well, is kind of intimidating but a softy.” Shivering as the memory of Dani and Patrick having their skulls cracked open like melons filtered through my congested thoughts.

If she only knew.

“Speaking of my great-grandfather, not sure how much was discussed with you but after my father, uncle, and brother are properly disposed of, I’m to return with him to our family’s clan for proper training and punishment.” Dropping my head in shame as the salty tears slid down the chapped channels of stinging flesh, shuddering out a choked sob knowing she wouldn’t agree to come with me after everything that has happened between us.

“I’m aware of the arrangements and packed accordingly to the weather. I am a Texas girl after all.” Snapping my head up so quickly that the alcohol sloshed around in my head, receiving a grumbling snarl from Dax as the stary heavens swirled into a kaleidoscope of streaking lines. Closing my eyes to steady the swaying as the sweetest sound captivated my senses, peering out from under heavy eyelids as her radiant smile sucked me into her warmth and light laughter.

Cupping her face between my shaky hands, slowly inching towards her parted lips of dusty pink. Inhaling sharply as her lips brushed over mine with a soft tingling of warmth, diving headfirst into her embrace as our lips connected in a mind-blowing kiss of yearning. Reveling in the sweet tang of citrus as our tongues rolled and speared against one another, drinking in the mixture of woodsy bourbon and citrus.

“Please don’t ever leave me.” Whispering the words as our lips parted in a steamy cloud of hot air, stroking her smooth skin with my thumb as her gentle fingers traced over my taut jawline, smiling softly with bright eyes.

“I’ll bury your ass first before I leave.” Grinning at her sassy tone, kissing her fingers with a playful nip of my teeth, scooping her into my chest with a squealing giggle.

“I’ll even dig my own grave, so these beautiful hands don’t have to get dirty.” Hugging her to my chest with a shuddering exhale as we sat quietly watching the stars, interlacing our fingers in a gentle acceptance of one another.

“How are you feeling?” Kissing her temple, watching her free hand rub soothing circles over her stomach.

“Just Dandy. Puked in a vampire’s burial urn, not my finest moment of pregnancy so far, but now that I know bloody steak is the cure to my insatiable hunger, smooth sailing.” Chuckling at her hand gesture with ‘smooth sailing’, looking down into those twinkling blues as they peered up at me with a hidden desire.

“What else is ‘insatiable’?” Snarling playfully into her silky locks, lifting her into my chest, carrying her into the room as her body exploded into a shivering wave of heated flesh, and arousal.

“Mis malditas hormonas (My fucking hormones).” Snarling playfully at her remark as the shadows danced around the room in a welcoming embrace, laying her down on the plush duvet of grayish whites and blacks.

“Oh, todavía te debo un poco de recompensa de ese truco de cocina (Oh, I still owe you a little payback for that kitchen stunt).” Grinning evilly as her tongue darted out over her lips with a grunting moan.

“What can I say, a girl has needs.” Grunting at the way her blues rolled with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, caging her body under my trembling frame as an airy gasp slipped past her dusty pink lips.

“What might those be, darlin’?” Grinding my hips against her heated core, licking my lips as her sweet arousal flooded my senses into a carnal need to pleasure every inch of this glorious woman.

“Surprise me, Papi.” Growling out at the breathy word, diving into her warm lips as her body jolted in excitement. Gripping the thin material of her tank, shredding it away from her creamy flesh exposing her pebbled nipples of dark pink that tasted delightful under my tongue last time. Biting down enough to rip a mewling moan of gasping breath, pinching, flicking the tight flesh with my tongue as her body rocked side to side yearning for more.

“Treat her good.” Dax snarled out a panting breath as her legs squeezed tightly under my grinding hips, sliding my free hand down her ribcage to her ass, cupping the supple muscle in a firm grip.

“I will.” Pulling back slowly, trailing steamy kisses down her panting chest, over her soft stomach muscles, stopping briefly to place a gentle kiss to the life growing inside her as she rubbed her thighs together for friction.

“Yo, Peyton Richard Moirana, le pido a Bailey Moon Clay una segunda oportunidad y perdón (I, Peyton Richard Moirana, ask Bailey Moon Clay, for a second chance and forgiveness).” Speaking to her stomach, trailing my eyes up to her panting chest as her swirling blues gazed down at me with a bright smile.

“Yo, Bailey Moon Clay acepto la petición de Peyton Richard Moirana de una segunda oportunidad y perdón. Ahora, cogeme (I, Bailey Moon Clay accept Peyton Richard Moirana's request for a second chance and forgiveness. Now, Fuck me).” Lifting up from her squirming frame, shredding the knitted material away from her gorgeous body, shoving my shorts off with a swift hand before caging her within my flexing forearms.

“Darlin’, I won’t be fucking you, but I will make sweet, sweet love to you.” Capturing her mewling moans into my heated mouth of twisting tongues as her quivering walls accepted every inch of my throbbing shaft, burying myself deep into her womb.