Water Bottle Between My Legs

ETHAN POV

"I think I'll come back for Layla tomorrow," Stephen said next to me as we got into the truck.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

Ever since that first day Baron brought us to that club, we've been coming, and each of us has our favorites.

Elijah with Anna, Stephen...well, he likes them all, and right now my favorite is Layla.

"Layla is my favorite," I said, giving him a look.

"How long has it been since you shared?" he asks, looking at me as if I was someone else.

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

I'm exhausted, let's go to the fortress.

Not to your Apartment?

No, I like being there with the little beast.

Stephen smiles and nods.

We've been living with Baron for years, on and off.

We all have our apartment.

However, the fortress is the place we spend the most time and now, with Coral and the little beast, the place feels different, warmer.

It's the closest thing to a family I've ever had.

However, the other day, he threw up on me, and Coral walked off with him as if nothing had happened after giving me that saintly smile.

I laugh at her words because I know exactly what kind of smile it is.

He's given me that smile several times, too.

You can't be angry, maybe his son had a delicate stomach.

Stephen bursts out laughing.

One of these days, Baron's going to unload his gun up your ass.

I grimace.

That reminds me of Isaak.

Stephen shudders too, because we fucked him up inside with that iron.

I think of all the ways we've killed someone, that was the most bizarre.

Although he deserved nothing less after what he did to Coral, he wasn't going to have a quick and painless death.

When we got home, we found Baron with a baby bottle and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

I looked at him amused.

"Is the bottle for you?" I ask.

Baron looks at me and growls "I have a baby bottle down here that you'll choke on if you keep talking.

Stephen bursts into laughter, and I shake my head.

You ask Coral's, I don't think she'll share you.

Baron nods with a smile, she can do it all on her own.

"What can I do alone?" Coral asks, coming down with the child in her arms.

She always looked beautiful, even when she was giving birth, and I have to admit, she had me pretty crazy at first, especially when we first saw her dance at the club, and I wanted to fuck her.

However, as cheesy as it sounds and all that, it was destiny for both of us to meet.

Then I got over that attraction on my own; it just disappeared, and now I see her as a sister, a friend.

We all protect her, not just because Baron tells us to, but because she's won our hearts.

She's kind and kind to everyone.

She buys us food, knows every one of our birthdays, and gives us gifts.

Well, they say Baron's mom was like that too, and I love gifts; why lie?

With the bottle Baron has between his legs, I said.

She wild her eyes in surprise and looks at her husband, Baron beams at her.

"It isn't the little vomit!" Stephen exclaims, approaching a three-month-old Charles who looks at him and seems to smile as if he remembers or knows what he did.

Considering who his father is, it most likely is the case.

"Don't call him that, Stephen," Coral scolds him.

She takes the bottle from Baron and heads off with him toward the library.

She gives me a look, challenging me to say something more, but I just smile at her the same way she smiles at us.

Love...

"Go to bed, Baron," she said in an annoyed tone, my boss grimaces and glares at me.

"I was going to have my blessed wife on top of me tonight if it weren't for your stupid mouth," he snarls at me as she disappears into the library.

I chuckle, and he downs his glass of liquid in one gulp and walks toward the library.

Probably to apologize and beg her to mount him.

I head to my room and walk to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I take off my shirt, I see the hickeys Layla left all over my chest and I smile.

Oh, she looked like a fucking goddess in that short skirt that barely covered that perfect, plump ass.

I touch my chest as if I could be revived again, she doesn't even charge me, even though I pay her hourly.

However, at this point, I'm going to be broke because my girl isn't cheap at all.

When I take off my pants and boxers, I shake my head in amusement at how red my cap of cock is.

"You're worth every penny, baby," I said, wincing when I touched It.

Today she'd been wild, much wilder than the previous times, and she was looking at me in a strange way that girls at the club don't usually give me.

It's a look they've never given me, and I don't know what it is but I like it.

I can't take my eyes off her when I see her, I don't even want to let her close her eyes and miss that look.

I shake my head and step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away all my tiredness.

Tomorrow will be a good day to go kill someone who's been on our payroll for several days.

Coral and I found him, and after following him several times to confirm our theory, we'll finally be able to get rid of him.

A fucking child abuser.

Just thinking about it fills my body with adrenaline but I can't; I have to rest, at least for a few hours.

I like my body to be in good condition to torture and kill.

I go to bed, and my last thought is of a redhead girl jumping on me...