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Davis notices me right away and straightens, stomping out his cigarette. I stare out at Winter, her slender body arching and bending and taunting the fuck out of me like she’s so good at doing. My dick swells in my pants, and I cast him a quick glance. I’ll bet his is good and hard, too. Davis clears his throat. “You said to watch her every minute.” I take another bite and scrape the blade across the wrought-iron fence, cleaning the mustard off.
“If you ever insult my wife again,” I tell him, “I’ll take my son fishing using your eyeballs as bait.” “Yes, sir.”
“Okay, okay,” I admit. “Yeah, I may have threatened your choreographer with…” I search for words that won’t piss her off, “removal of certain limbs. I don’t like him putting his hands there. I put my hands there.”
“The only one who can bring Ivar Torrance’s father to his knees is Ivar’s mother.”
So, we made a bet. She would get pregnant if I could get her pregnant. While she was on birth control. I knew I was Superman. “You’re mad you’re pregnant again?” I tease. “I’m mad I lost the bet,” she snaps.
“Damon, calm down,” the guy next to her says. I look over, seeing Will’s cousin, Misha. I glare at him. “Eat my dick.” Winter groans at my side, and some chick with Misha comments, “Oh, so this is Damon.”
Sea is a great place to bury bodies, you know? Deep breath, asshole.
“Where’s Winter?” I ask her. “Probably getting Damon-ed in the back seat of a car. She’ll be here.”
“You little shit!” he bellows. “Okay, yes, that was harsh. I admit it,” I tell him, teasing. “But it was only fair. I almost died that night, Damon.” “Get your ass in here, and I’ll show you what death looks like!” “Are you crazy?” I pick up another piece of cheese. “That water’s really cold.” He growls and swims for the back of the boat, and I finally let myself laugh as I grab a towel for him.
“I was there when she was five and eight and thirteen, so you remember where you and she started the next time you want to imply you have any more responsibility or love for her than I do,” he bites out. “My woman. Sit down.”
We’re not criminals, and I have to constantly remind myself of that. We don’t break laws for personal gain. We do it for fun.
“We will have kids. If you want them. But I will never not have you.” He shakes me. “Do you understand?” A sob lodges in my throat. “Do you understand?” he growls again. “A world where there is no us can’t happen.”
“I can’t follow the rules,” he says, “and with you, I don’t have to. I’m not alone. I can’t go back to being alone.” He hovers over my lips, our mouths open and hungry. “I can’t fucking breathe without my little monster.”
“He’s temperamental, but he’ll compromise,” Kai explained to Bryce. “We’ve been through this before.” “Compromise?” Bryce whined. “He threw an ax at my head!” “If I’d thrown it at your head, I would’ve hit your head,” I growled low.
“Why is she crying?” I barked at the doctor. “Because it fucking hurts!” she yelped, answering for him. “Well, give her something!” “It’s too late for that now,” he mumbled through his mask and then peered over Winter’s legs. “Plus, you wanted natural childbirth, right?” “What the fuck for?” I burst out, looking down at her like she had three heads. “We didn’t talk about that.”
“Do you ever stand at the edge of a cliff or a balcony,” she asked, “and have this moment where you wonder what it would feel like to jump?” I raised my eyebrows. “Kind of thrilled at the idea that you’re one step from death?” She squeezed my shoulders. “One step…” she said. “And everything changes?”
destructive behavior. It’s not that uncommon.” While driving, we think, even for just a moment, about jerking the steering wheel into oncoming traffic or leaping off the balcony of a ship and into the abyss of the black water below. They’re passing thoughts and little dares we allow our psyche, because we’re tired of not living and we want the fear. We want to remember why we want to live.
“That’s what binds us,” she told me. “Who?” “Our family.” Our family? “Kai, Banks, Michael, Rika, Will, Alex…” she went on. “You and me. We all hear it. L’appel du vide. The call of the void.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I said. “Even though you gave me a son when I explicitly asked for a daughter.” She broke out in a laugh. “I didn’t give you anything!” she argued. “It’s the chromosome the male contributes that decides the child’s sex. This is all your fault.”
