Chapter Thirty-One: Spencer

Her brothers weren't about to let us go to Malibu without them, so within three hours the entire family was setting up residence in my Malibu home. I'd never really had the occasion to use all five of the bedrooms before, but now every one of them was occupied. When I bought the house, I'd done so because I knew Delilah would want them all to have the option to stay here whenever they wanted, and it made me happy that it was working out that way.

The house had two master bedrooms, so we made sure to give the other one to Dante and Sabrina, joking that it was the honeymoon suite. Their room opened right out onto the deck and I knew they'd enjoy that. I hoped it took some of the sting out of having to come home without enjoying two weeks in paradise together, but I knew that they didn't really see it as something bad. When Dante says family first, he means it. Luckily he found Sabrina, and she feels the same way.

We'd gotten home after six, and decided to order dinner. Everyone deferred to Delilah, asking what she'd feel like eating. It took her about twenty seconds to say that she was dying for Mexican food. We all stared at her in shock because she's normally not a big fan of anything other than quesadillas and taco salad. When Dominique pulled up the menu Delilah went crazy ordering different things, and that's when we all started laughing because it seemed obvious that it was a pregnancy craving. Looking at me she shrugged her shoulders. "I've been eating crackers, bread and chicken noodle soup for weeks. I want flavor by way of salsa, STAT. I think it's too early for pregnancy cravings, so don't panic."

Damien and Brooke went to get the food and came back with five overflowing bags. Giving me a grin Damien said, "Dude, I hope your table can withstand the weight. The guy at the restaurant asked what kind of party we were having. When I told him that there were only nine of us, he almost pa.s.sed out. He said this is enough for twenty."

Gathering around the table we all made ourselves enormous plates and then proceeded to dig in. I watched in amazement as Delilah inhaled an overflowing plate, and then moved on to eating chips and salsa. She's always eaten like a normal person instead of some simpering idiot who insists that lettuce is enough, but I'd never seen her eat so much. I didn't realize how stressed out we had all been about how little she'd been eating lately, but the smiles that everyone had while they watched her eat brought it all home to me.

Taking a final sip of her water, Delilah sat back and smiled. "Amazing dinner, but now I know what a zoo animal feels like when a crowd gathers round to watch it eat. Seriously you guys, I'm good."

She was good, and we could all see that. I just hoped she would stay that way once we laid all the drama on her that Marceline and Hank had dropped on me. I figured I'd talk to Dante after dinner with Damien and Sandra, and then we would decide how to tell the girls.

That plan went out the window when we all gathered on the deck to enjoy the night air and listen to the ocean. Once everyone was seated, Aunt Sandra spoke up.

"We need to have a family discussion. Some things have happened in the last twenty-four hours that everyone needs to know about."

Turning toward Damien and me, she spoke straight to us. "I know you're both wondering why I'm not pulling Dante aside, and the answer is simple; I know him. I know that if we do that he'll try to shoulder the burden himself without sharing it, and this is something that everyone needs to know. Spencer, I need you to tell everyone what you told Damien, Brooke and I last night."

Just like I had the night before, I went at it quickly so that I wouldn't lose my nerve. As soon as I revealed that Dominique and Delilah had a different father, the two of them huddled together and held hands. When I revealed that they had another brother, as well as the ident.i.ty of who it was, everyone gasped. I went on from there, explaining about Dillon and Leah. Once I'd brought everyone up to speed on what happened, I sat down. Dante wasn't saying a word, and everyone was waiting for him to say something.

When he didn't immediately speak, Aunt Sandra took over. "Using the information that Spencer gave me, I've already put out feelers on getting in touch with Flynn. As it turns out, we built his manager's house, and I'm meeting him tomorrow to talk to him and try to get either Flynn's contact information or an agreement from the manager that he'll pa.s.s the information on to Flynn personally. I also talked to Mike in security, and he got in touch with a friend of his who's a private investigator. We pa.s.sed along Dillon and Leah's details, and by the end of the week we should know everything there is to know about them. It goes without saying that we aren't giving Hank and Marceline anything that they've asked for, but the other parties involved deserve to know what's coming their way."

Standing, she walked to where Dante was sitting. He had a death grip on Sabrina's hand and still hadn't said a word, and we were all getting worried. Leaning down, Sandra put her hand on his arm. "Honey, I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise, we'll get through this like we do everything else. Our priority has to be finding Dillon and Leah and making this right."

Nodding at her, he looked at Damien and then me before he finally said something. "I'm f.u.c.king furious, and I'd love to beat the f.u.c.k out of Marceline. I remember Dillon. Very, very vaguely, but I do. Before Damien was born, I used to have dreams about my brother going missing. I was too young to understand what that all meant, but I remember screaming and crying and begging for him to come back for years years. When Damien was born, Connie told me that I had a real brother now and that I should shut up. It's always been there, right on the edge of my mind, but I thought I'd dreamed it or made it up because living with them was so stressful. After a while I basically forgot about it, but from time to time I've had a dream about seeing a blonde haired boy sitting next to me on our lawn. I wonder if that was Dillon."

It was so f.u.c.king horrible that I wanted to scream. "There are pictures in the folder Marceline and Hank gave me. He had blonde hair."

Gasping Dante asked, "Where are they?"

I looked to Aunt Sandra, because I'd given her the folder after we'd talked last night. She stood and left the deck, returning a minute later with the photos. I knew what he was looking at and it broke my heart. Marceline's photography is always incredibly inappropriate and dark, and these photos were no different. There were a series of photos of Dante and Dillon, all of them taken at various parties. From birth to right before Dillon had been taken away, the photos showed the two of them all but glued to each other as all manner of inappropriate s.h.i.t went on around them.

The pictures took a toll on Dante, and I could see it. Touching the last photo in the series, he whispered, "He's real, I didn't dream him or make him up."

Sabrina was his rock, rubbing his back, and telling him over and over that they would get through this. "We'll find him honey, I promise. You aren't responsible for this. This was done to you and to Dillon. None of this is because of you. Mike and Connie own the blame for this. Don't take it on yourself baby."

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her onto his lap. "f.u.c.k Sabrina. Just f.u.c.k. Without you, I'd be raging right now. I just don't know how to process this."

Stroking his face, she looked into his eyes. "We process it together."

Once he was calmed down, we were able to address the other issue at hand. Turning to Dominique and Delilah, Aunt Sandra asked them if they had any interest in meeting Flynn. In perfect unison they both answered, "Yes."

Without talking about it at all, they'd somehow come to the same conclusion. Dante and Damien both looked less than thrilled, and Dominique noticed. "We want to meet him for the same reason you want to see Dillon and Leah. What if his life was as tough as ours was before Aunt Sandra got control, and he needs a family? We had you and that made us normal, but what if Flynn didn't? We owe it to him to at least find that much out."

Giving a cough, Aunt Sandra got our attention. "There's something I was waiting to say until the girls expressed interest one way or the other." Turning to address Dominique and Delilah directly she said, "I did an internet search on Flynn earlier. His father is still alive, and by all accounts they get along and are close. Todd Rand is a well-known voice over artist. Everything I read indicates that he's totally normal and very well respected. The only thing I could find that could possibly explain how he wound up near my sister is that his wife died eleven months before you girls were born."

They had a living father. I don't think any of us saw that one coming. I could see that Dante and Damien were now on high alert, and I felt the same way.

Delilah and Dominique were silent, just staring at each other. Looking at me, Delilah nodded. "We're going to want to meet him, too. We have to know."

Everyone agreed that they had to do what they felt was best, but I could see that Dante in particular was chomping at the bit. I knew a lot of that had to do with how paternal he felt toward the girls, and I think he was panicking about sharing them with anyone.

The night had taken a toll, and we all started winding it down. Aunt Sandra decided that she wasn't going to stay overnight, instead saying that she'd come back after she met with Flynn's manager. It was a lot to take in regardless, and all of us headed off to our different bedrooms.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Delilah

I was interested in meeting my brother, very interested in finding out if my biological father was a better person than the piece of s.h.i.t I'd always thought was my father, but for all that, I was so happy to be with Spencer that I was focused on that that the most.

We walked to our bedroom at the same time that Dante and Sabrina went to the second master bedroom that was right next to ours, and I saw Dante struggling for a minute. I thought he was probably struggling to let me go into the bedroom with Spencer to share a bed. Pulling away from Spence, I walked to my brother. Standing on my tiptoes I gave him a hug and a kiss before whispering, "Put your shotgun away, Dad. We're in love, and you know he's going to make an honest woman out of me." That diffused the tension, and he laughed.

"I know princess. That wasn't what I was struggling with actually. I was thinking that for all of these years, you've had a father out there that might have been able to take care of you, wondering if he would have been a better option."

He killed me with that sentence, broke my heart wide open. I heard Sabrina sniffling, and I knew he'd upset her, too. Pushing him back, I grabbed his face in my hands. "I don't care if Todd Rand is as kind as Jesus himself, my place was with you and I will never never regret that. You and Damien and Spencer gave Dominique and me an amazing life that I love more than I can regret that. You and Damien and Spencer gave Dominique and me an amazing life that I love more than I can ever ever tell you. Things worked out the way they were supposed to. This family was always the best option for me, Dante, the only option I'd ever have chosen if I'd been given the choice. This changes nothing in my heart. We were all meant to be together, meant to make up a family that defied the odds. I hope that Todd and Flynn are wonderful and that I can have relationships with both, but if they don't want to know me, I'm not going to be upset. I already have the perfect family for me, and since you're the head of this family, that's on you." tell you. Things worked out the way they were supposed to. This family was always the best option for me, Dante, the only option I'd ever have chosen if I'd been given the choice. This changes nothing in my heart. We were all meant to be together, meant to make up a family that defied the odds. I hope that Todd and Flynn are wonderful and that I can have relationships with both, but if they don't want to know me, I'm not going to be upset. I already have the perfect family for me, and since you're the head of this family, that's on you."

I'd not seen my brother so unsure before, but he pulled me in close and held me tight while he repeatedly cleared his throat and struggled not to cry. After a minute, he pulled back and smiled down at me. "You're right, we have a great family. Now I just hope we can convince Dillon and Leah to join us."

I smiled at him, even though it scared me that my brothers were going to have another sister to love. He c.o.c.ked his head as he stared at me and then shook his head with the strangest look on his face. "Delilah, I care about Leah already and I hope she's wonderful, but no matter what, you and Dominique will always always be my babies. You're telling me to calm down, but here you are scared for the same reason. Now I get how silly the way I was feeling is. No matter what Delilah, nothing will ever change between us. It won't be any different than when Aunt Sandra, Sabrina, Brooke or Tally became part of the family. We'll just be a bigger unit." be my babies. You're telling me to calm down, but here you are scared for the same reason. Now I get how silly the way I was feeling is. No matter what Delilah, nothing will ever change between us. It won't be any different than when Aunt Sandra, Sabrina, Brooke or Tally became part of the family. We'll just be a bigger unit."

I loved that, and smiling, I told him so. "This is why you're the best oldest brother in the whole world. You always get me."

After giving me another hug and kiss, Dante and I went our separate ways. When we got back to our bedroom, Spencer asked if I wanted to take a shower, and I said yes. We sat on the shower bench next to each other after he had adjusted all of the showerheads, and for a few minutes all we did was enjoy the water as it rained down on us. My man is a water baby who loves to be wet, and I love how many showerheads he had in all of his showers. Knowing that I'll be using his showers for the rest of my life made me smile. It was going to be like a spa day, every day.

After a few minutes, he stood up and started washing me from head to toe. I soaked it up, letting him pamper me. It felt so good that I wanted to enjoy it for eons, so I did. Once he was finished washing me, I watched like the voyeur that I am while he washed himself. He looked so beautiful and s.e.xy standing before me, the water sluicing over his body as he soaped himself. My mouth started watering as I stared at his washboard abs and then switched to staring at his V cut like it was the Mona Lisa.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me when I looked up at him, and I responded by sitting forward and grasping his hardening length in my hand. Letting out a groan, he pushed my hand back. "Oh angel, I want nothing more than to love on you right now, but you need to rest."

I gave him a little glare. "The doctor didn't say that, and I need you so much Spencer. We can take it easy, but I need to feel you inside of me. I'm already wet baby. I'm going to be in pain if you don't don't do something." do something."

His c.o.c.k said yes before his mouth did, pulsing in front of me hot and hard. "d.a.m.n Delilah, you are dangerous to my self-control. Stand up."

Jumping to my feet, I smiled at him while I watched him take his spot on the bench. Reaching his arms out, he pulled me toward him, running his hands up and down my stomach before cupping my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and gently rubbing my super sensitive nipples. I shivered from the feeling, loving the intensity.

Pulling me forward, he helped me straddle him before holding his c.o.c.k steady so that I could seat myself on him. I worked myself down slowly, wanting to keep my promise to him that we could take it easy. I moaned when he filled me all the way up, loving the way I had to struggle every time to take him in, reveling in the feeling of being overly full. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me close. I ran my hands up and down his biceps as I gently rocked back and forth. Leaning forward, I captured his mouth with mine. We kissed like we loved, hot and full of pa.s.sion, loving each other with our mouths and bodies.

I rode him as gently as I possibly could, pulling back to look into his eyes. "I love you, Spencer Cross."

Sliding a hand between us, he started rubbing my c.l.i.t. "I worship you, Delilah Hart."

I picked up a little speed, burying my mouth against his chest to keep my cries silent as I came. As I crested, I nipped at his chest, and then sucked it as I tongued the spot I'd done it. Pulling me tight to him, he held me as he came inside of me with a low moan.

I didn't move for a few minutes, soaking up the feeling of being together. Eventually he announced that we were both prunes, and we both stood up and quickly re-washed before drying off and heading back to the bedroom. I took a few minutes longer than he did because I half dried my hair, but he stood at the sink and watched me with a smile.

We got into bed and snuggled up, talking quietly about what we would do for the next few days. He was anxious to get me an emergency appointment with my OB/GYN just to be on the safe side, and I wound up agreeing with him just to calm him down.

Laying my head on his chest, I traced figure eights over his heart. "I hate that you had to go over there and see them last night. Please don't do it again, no matter what. I don't care if they go to the press and I don't care if they make a scene. I only care about you baby, and I know that being there had to have hurt you. If they try to talk to you again, I'll probably kill them with my bare hands. This stunt they pulled is the final straw for your mother. You have to cut her off, forever. She isn't redeemable."

He agreed with me. "I finally get that. Knowing what she did to Dillon and Leah... I get that it was never about me. She didn't fail me because there was something wrong with me. She failed because there's something wrong with her. I survived because of this family, got out of that house when I was a teenager without blowing it up because I had you to pull me through. I have the family I was meant to have. I'm done with Hank and Marceline for life, no matter what they try to blackmail us with."

We continued talking for another thirty minutes or so before we heard the clear sounds of the bed in the other room thudding against the wall in the age-old rhythm of people making love, and we both laughed.

"Jesus," he whispered, "I had no idea the acoustics were this bad. Thank G.o.d we made love in the shower. I'm pretty sure if Dante heard us going at it the way we do, he'd go insane."

Giggling quietly, I nodded in agreement. "You're right, it's one thing for him to have the basic idea, but it would be a whole other story if he heard how crazy you and I get. His brain would explode."

The headboard started banging against the wall like mad, and I realized that Spencer wasn't the only person in the house who had insane stamina. We could hear that Sabrina was trying to be quiet, even heard her tell Dante to hold his hand over her mouth, but you couldn't mistake that they were going wild with each other. Every time I would think they were finished, a few minutes later it would start up again.

Eventually I turned over so Spencer could spoon up behind me, and I fell asleep despite the continued banging on the wall. I fell asleep with a smile, happy that my brother was in love, and even happier that I had Spencer for good, and that our baby was growing inside of me.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Spencer

It was a beautiful day to relax on the beach, and almost the entire family was camped out on blankets listening to the waves. The only person we were missing was Aunt Sandra, but we knew that she was meeting with Flynn's manager and that in a few hours she'd show up with any details that she had.

It was the first time that we all came together as official couples, and I drank it in.

Dominique and Tally were frolicking in the sea, and I loved seeing how radiant Dominique was now that she felt free to be herself and show her love for Tally. The only weird thing about their relationship to any of us was that Tally continued calling her Nik or Nikki, and since no one but Tally had ever called her that, it's taken some getting used to. They've been together on and off for almost a year, permanently on now that the entire family knows and supports it, and it's clear to see how much they love each other. Their every touch, every kiss and every smile is so clearly a promise of something bigger. Seeing how unconditionally they love each other is a joy.

Damien and Brooke were under an umbrella, and he had her pulled back against his chest as they both stared out at the waves. He was forever touching her, constantly connected. I'd never seen Damien snuggle with anyone, but he and Brooke were always always doing it. He had to be telling her at least a thousand times a day that he loved her, because it fell out of his mouth like he couldn't stop it from happening. Brooke smiles at him with such a look of wonder each and every time he says it, and he gives her that same look right back when she tells him that she loves him too. Sometimes I think that I can almost see how bound they are to each other, literally. It's pure and true, and absolutely beautiful to witness. They're the newest couple of the bunch, and you can't miss how voracious their appet.i.tes are for each other. doing it. He had to be telling her at least a thousand times a day that he loved her, because it fell out of his mouth like he couldn't stop it from happening. Brooke smiles at him with such a look of wonder each and every time he says it, and he gives her that same look right back when she tells him that she loves him too. Sometimes I think that I can almost see how bound they are to each other, literally. It's pure and true, and absolutely beautiful to witness. They're the newest couple of the bunch, and you can't miss how voracious their appet.i.tes are for each other.

Dante and Sabrina were lying as close together as humanly possible without being totally indecent, hands clasped together and placed against his chest. He kissed her constantly, stared at her like she was a treasure he'd uncovered and he still couldn't believe his luck. You couldn't be near them and not know that you were in the presence of two people that were madly in love, because it was so apparent. The s.e.xual energy all but arcs off of them, always right at the surface. I sometimes wondered how they got anything done without ripping each other's clothes off.

Delilah and I were under an umbrella of our own, with her curled up against my side. We fit together like a perfect match, and it made me smile. We're trying to keep it under control, but now that everyone knows that we're together and we're free to be in love, our s.e.xual energy has an arc of its own that is hard to miss. Now that we're "out" as a couple, I can't help but give props to us for keeping it under wraps for the last two years. This love is the biggest thing I've ever known, the one piece of my world that will never be less than beautiful. For twenty-two and a half years, I have loved this girl more than I've loved anything or anyone else, and our love continues to grow. Every time I think that I've reached the capacity of love that a human could possess, I find that I was wrong. There is no fill line with my love for her, and I know that it will continue on like that forever.

She's right when she says that we were born to be together. Sometimes life gives you terrible things, plays you a hand that isn't right and has the potential to destroy you. But if you give it time, the balance is there somewhere. There is always hope, always a way out somewhere. My hope came into my life in the form of a tiny girl who scared the p.i.s.s out of me so badly that I couldn't even pick her up for months. Over time, I gave her my heart, and she held it safe, kept it from filling with hate, or breaking entirely. The fact that she was there, that we're here now, tells me that miracles happen. I was born for her, and I'll never let her go.

I was unlucky to be born to horrible people, but the family that I helped to create is magic. In my heart, I'm praying that our family can now be the silver lining in Dillon and Leah's lives.

Delilah and Dominique are hoping that Todd and Flynn will be a part of the family too, and I hope that's exactly what happens. No matter what, I know that we will all meet the challenges ahead together.

Rolling onto my side and propping my head up on my hand, I started rubbing my hand over her belly as I smiled down into her eyes. Leaning close to her ear I whispered, "How about we go inside and take an afternoon siesta? I want to hold you and b.u.t.ter bean close."

Her smile was enormous, so beautiful it held my heart captive as she whispered back, "b.u.t.ter bean and I would love to be held close... as soon as you finish making love to me."

Jumping up I grabbed her hand and the two of started to head for the house. Over her shoulder Delilah shouted, "I'm tired so we're going to take a nap!"

Just over the sound of the waves I heard Damien yell, "No one was fooled by that, ladybug!"

I just laughed as we picked up the pace and ran to the bedroom, but Delilah yelled over her shoulder, "Don't come inside for a while!"

We had a few hours before Sandra would return, and I planned to use them loving my beautiful angel. We got to the bedroom fast, and before I even had the door locked, she'd taken off her bikini top. I growled when I saw that her nipples were already pebbled. I flicked on the overhead fans and then took off my swim trunks before grabbing my fiancee and pulling her bikini bottoms off.

Pushing her back onto the bed, I spread her legs wide as I descended toward her already glistening core. I leaned in close, breathing her in before placing my hands under her a.s.s and lifting her up and onto my tongue.

I loved her taste, loved how wet she got, and I especially loved the hot gushes of cream that she flooded my tongue with as I pleasured her. She fisted her hands in my hair, pulling me into her harder as I tongued her just the way I knew she loved.

"Oh baby, what you do with that mouth of yours is insanity. Is it wrong that I love your tongue almost as much as I love your c.o.c.k?"

Laughing, I shook my head back and forth over and over as I continued flicking her c.l.i.t. She came with a cry that she tried to keep quiet. I didn't let up, adding two fingers to the mix that I thrust into her that I set to work on her g-spot. I f.u.c.ked her gently with my fingers, rubbing that spot as I tongued her c.l.i.t. Her cream was drenching my mouth and my fingers, her breath coming in waves. I pulled my fingers out and flipped her over so that she was on her stomach, then pulled her back and up so that I could tongue her from behind. She shimmied and shook, quietly begging me to put my c.o.c.k inside of her.

I ate her like a starving man, slamming my fingers inside of her dripping p.u.s.s.y as I kept at her. Pulling my fingers back, I swirled them over her tight little rosebud. Burying her face in the comforter, she screamed as I kept it up. Coating my thumb with saliva, I gently worked it into her a.s.s. She shrieked into the comforter again once I had it all the way in, then held on for dear life as I f.u.c.ked her a.s.s with my thumb and her p.u.s.s.y with my fingers. Pressing down with my fingers, I worked the front wall of her, targeting the g-spot again. She lasted for less than two minutes before she came with a cry, soaking my fingers with her cream.

Standing up, I pulled her to the edge of the bed before shoving my insanely hard c.o.c.k inside of her. Her p.u.s.s.y rippled hard all around me as I slid in and out, giving her time to open fully for me before I picked up speed. I went slowly, gently back and forth until I heard her moaning, begging me to do it harder. "I need you hard Spencer. Hard!" I held back, afraid it would hurt the baby. Sensing what was holding me up she said, "I looked online, it's fine. It won't hurt the baby. Make me come!"

I let myself go, thrusting into her fast and hard, holding her hips tight as I plowed in and out. She gushed and shook under me, screaming into the comforter as she clenched and unclenched around me. I'd never seen her so wild, and I struggled to hold on. She came again, drenching my c.o.c.k as I continued pounding her tight heat.

I heard her talking, knew that she was saying something but didn't immediately hear her. Slowing down I said, "What baby?"'

"Turn me over. I want to see your face when you come."

Pulling out, I turned her over before spreading her legs and sliding into her heat again. There is nothing in the world that compares to being inside of Delilah, no other connection that has ever mattered so much to me. Intense is a laughable understatement of a description.

Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she held me close as I thrust in and out. Placing my hand under her head, I pulled her mouth up to mine so that we could kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, the slide and slip of us working our tongues against each other was exquisite. I groaned into her mouth as she clenched her muscles against me, driving me crazy as she milked my shaft.

Her hands were all over me, running up and down my torso, rubbing my arms, scratching at my shoulders. The whole time, we kept our eyes open, the connection absolute. Pulling my mouth from hers, I stared into her eyes as I thrust. She pulsed around me, her chest flushed and her eyes gla.s.sy with desire as I worked her over.

"Oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d... Spencer! I'm coming. Help me!"

I knew what she was asking me for, and I put my hand over her mouth as she screamed. She was wet, hot and heavenly under me, and I felt my b.a.l.l.s starting to tighten up. Pushing me back, she told me to pull out and lay down on the bed. Raising my eyebrows, I rolled off and flopped onto my back. Within seconds she had me in her mouth, licking and sucking me like only she can, like only she ever will again. She worked the head of my c.o.c.k like she was the master of it, which in reality, she was.

A few minutes of that and I was done. Grabbing behind me, I found a pillow and held it over my mouth as I erupted into her mouth, shouting as she sucked every last drop out of me.