Malice's Soul E.C. Land (little readers .TXT) 📖

You know that bitch who took the whores from that warehouse when they’d been dealing with getting Cane’s ol’ lady back,” Gunner remarks.

“At this point, I would say it’s definitely a possibility. Shit, too many people in this world are related in some way or another,” I grumble with a shake of my head.

“You got that right, VP,” Hammer chuckles.

“Alright, so here’s what the will stipulates, the money from your grandmother went to all of her grandchildren and with that, since she passed after your grandfather, so does his. Meaning there’s nearly a billion dollars sitting around not being touched. That’s a lot of dough. The kicker that when great-grandchildren come into play, the money shifts to them and if something were to happen to said children, the money would then go to all family members surviving,” Cy reports.

“Holy shit,” Dagger mutters.

“No wonder someone would go after them. They have a target painted on them bigger than the state of South Carolina,” Ruger speaks up for the first time since church started.

“Yeah, it makes me wonder what incentive could have been given to Bambi or her stepbrother,” Axe says.

This debate goes on for a bit until a knock comes at the door. Savage, being closest to the door, gets up and opens it. Outside the door, looking bashful, is my ol’ lady.

“Hey, um, I . . . I’m sorry to interrupt,” she stammers, fiddling with the baby monitor in her hand.

“What’s wrong, Dewdrop?” I ask, motioning her in. She steps in and Savage closes the door.

“I was wondering if you’d be able to help me feed Gates, Gavin, and Gemini their bottles,” she murmurs shyly.

“Yeah, baby, I don’t got a problem with helping you feed them. Prez?” I turn my focus from Willow to Hammer to see him nod.

“We’ll reconvene in the morning after we’ve all had a chance to rest. You look like shit from being at the hospital the last few days,” he mutters and reaches out, grabbing the gavel and slamming it on the table in front of him.

Standing, I move toward my ol’ lady and wrap my arm around her shoulders and maneuver her back out of the room in the direction of ours. On the way, I debate on whether or not to tell her the information we’ve learned so far or hold off on it until we know for sure. I don’t want to tell her something that could be only assumptions at this point.

Mind made up to hold off, I open the door to our room for her, to help her feed our kids. I know she can do it herself, but I’m willing to bet she came to get me because she fears being overwhelmed with it all and doesn’t want to ask one of the other ol’ ladies for help. I don’t blame her either for not wanting to. She’s extremely wary about people with them after what happened.

Chapter Twelve

Willow

After getting the triplets down for bed, I decide to put my plan into play. Standing from the bed, I move for the bathroom and look over my shoulder. “I’m gonna take a shower. Would you like to join me?” I ask somewhat nervously, but I don’t miss the wicked grin Malice gives me.

“Yeah, Dewdrop, I’ll join you,” he states, drawing out each word.

Without a word, I step into the bathroom and start taking my clothes off. I don’t look at myself in the mirror because I don’t want to see my body.

I turn to face the shower, open the glass door to the large, enclosed space, and step in. I turn the water on, making sure to avoid the cold water until it warms up. The door opens a moment later and I turn to find Malice stepping inside and pulling the door closed behind him.

My breath catches at the sight of him. I’m sure he’d balk at being called beautiful, but the man is more than just a little beautiful he could be a walking, talking Adonis.

I can’t stop staring at him as he moves toward me, reaches over us, and adjusts the water head.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, his lips turned up in a grin.

“Yes,” I squeak, causing his grin to form a full-blown smile which in return causes me to blush in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen already, Dewdrop,” he says smoothly.

He might be speaking the truth, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing or that he looked so massive. Shoot, I don’t even know how his cock even fit inside me with the size of his girth.

Suckin’ in a breath of courage, I step forward enough until I’m able to glide my fingers over his chest. I savor the touch of his muscles. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the center of his chest and over to one nipple, then the other earning a groan out of him. His body tightens under my touch and I know I’m getting to him.

“Baby,” he groans.

I don’t speak as I continue my movements and move even further until I’m on my knees with his cock jutting right in front of my face. I lift my gaze up to meet his as I wrap a hand around his shaft and swipe at the head, licking up the drop of pre-cum that beads his cock.

Malice’s moans encourage me to keep going and I take him completely into my mouth and start a slow suction. He doesn’t stop me or urge me to do anything different. At first, I thought I might have done something wrong, but his groans spur me on. I use my free hand to reach up and cup his balls in my hand. I massage them and press at the spot right behind them. Cum shoots out of Malice’s cock as he growls my name on his release. I take everything he gives me greedily, loving every moment of it as it’s me that’s giving him this pleasure and no one