Page 64 of The Crowing of Hell

“Sorry, I forgot you in my panic,” she said sheepishly.

Kenny was trying to hide from him, and Rooster realised why when he saw her wig on the counter. He propped the crutches against the wall and hopped into the shower. Kenny grabbed at him in case he slipped, and Rooster grinned and dropped a kiss on her bald head.

“All surfaces in this house are non-slip, babe, even the showers and bath. I’m safe. And don’t hide from me, baby, I can’t hide from you,” he said, perfectly balanced.

“It frightened me for a moment. I thought you’d fall and hurt yourself,” she admitted.

“Nah. This was my bedroom until I could manage the stairs. It’s completely safe,” he said, stroking her arms.

“Shower sex will be interesting,” Kenny said, and Rooster’s eyes rolled back as she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

Kendara

Rooster was creative, that was for sure. Shower sex for a guy with two legs was awkward in case they slipped. But with a man with one leg, it was dangerous, but Rooster found ways around it. We needed washing again once we’d finished, but we were clean and dressed by the time the boys came home.

The moment the kids entered the house, they seemed to sense something had changed. Rooster was full of smiles and laughter, and I teased him mercilessly. Hope dawned on their faces that maybe their dad and I were together.

The thought caused my smile to dim a little, and I wondered if it had been a one-time thing or were weembarking on a journey? Rooster spotted my expression fade and whispered in my ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“What did today mean? Are we together? Were you scratching an itch?” I murmured.

Rooster’s smile faded now, and he scowled. “Let me get this straight, Kenny. You’re my woman; you’ll wear my cut and my ring, and when it’s time, you’re going to have my babies in your belly. You’re mine and the boy’s entire world. Hear me?”

“Okay,” I said, smiling, and took his hand.

“You gonna be our mom?” Kit gasped, staring at the pair of us.

I glanced at Rooster for that answer. Shit, I loved the boys, but I wouldn’t presume it meant I got to be their mom.

“What does my ring on Kenny’s finger mean? Of course, she’s going to be your mom,” Rooster said.

“My Kenny!” Brax squealed and launched across the sofa.

I caught him with a grunt as Brax slobbered over me with wet kisses. I wiped my face, laughing.

“Mom!” Brax began crowing.

“You’ll really be our mom?” Finn asked warily.

“If you wish,” I responded cautiously. It had been the four of them for so long, I didn’t want to push them.

“I do,” Finn said, his throat working hard.

“Then Finn, I’ll be your mom,” I replied.

“Mom!” Brax wailed, and I began to cry as I hugged him tightly.

Rooster stared in bewilderment as the boys crowded me, and we all cried together.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered and threw a box of tissues at us. Which made us all cry harder.

Rooster

“Church called,” Chance said, banging his gravel for attention.

Everyone sat up and shut up.