Primal God (The Defiant God Brotherhood #4)

Chapter 25

“How long do I have to do this again?”

Amber laughs. “Only two more weeks.” She pauses. “Maybe. Might be more when the cast comes off.”

I grumble as I do the exercise. It’s not hard, really, but because my wrist is still so dang weak, it might as well be the hardest task in the world. Amber assures me it’s not as weak as I think it is, but I’m not so sure about that.

“How did you do driving?”

“I didn’t,” I say with a frown. “I was chauffeured by my overbearing…”

The words trail off. I’m officially not the nanny anymore, but I don’t know what to call myself because Dimitri and I haven’t really talked about our relationship status since Raquel and I moved into the house. I know it’s because of that letter he got, but I really wish he’d talk to me.

He’s been quiet since he got back from Brazil. When I asked how it went, he only said it was a dead end. I know Joao and Eve came back with him, and both are staying at a house near Brooks’ house. Dimitri didn’t want to talk about it, but I overheard a conversation he had with Brooks. He told Joao about us, and Joao didn’t take it well. I get it. It’s weird. I just hope it didn’t hurt his relationship with Joao.

To top it all off, I’m worried because I don’t know what my uncle is up to. He’s been radio silent, which scares me, especially since the summer is almost over.

“…friend,” I finish lamely.

“Friend.” Amber hums. “Does the man who periodically pops in know he’s just a friend?”

She’s not wrong. Dimitri has found more than one excuse to see how I’m doing. And I found out from Shelene that he’s started taking fewer cases on the days I have therapy, so he can drive me to and from the hospital.

I’m saved from answering when the door to the gym opens and a tall man with long blond hair saunters in. Saunter is the only way to describe it, too. He walks in like he’s a god, and we’re all mere mortals who are lucky enough to be in his presence. He’s wearing gym shorts and a tank top that shows off his tattooed arms and legs. When he turns, I can see that the tattoos even go up his neck. His left arm is in some kind of sling, but not in a cast.

“How are my favorite girls doing?” His voice carries across the entire gym.

Several of the therapist giggle. The three male therapists seem annoyed, though.

Amber leans in and whispers, “That’s Mr. Motorcycle. He’s kind of a legend around here.”

“Oh?”

She nods. “He’s a charmer and likes to flirt with anyone who will give him the time of day. Definitely a delightful break in the mundane, ya know?”

“I’m sure it helps that he’s not bad to look at.”

She grins and hums her agreement.

By the time my session is over, I’ve watched Mr. Motorcycle move around the room, making nearly every woman he’s come in contact with blush. One lady even got so flustered that she fell off the exercise bike she was on.

I sit in the chair so I can gather my things and give my hand a rest. Sometimes we add ice to my hand, but it doesn’t help that much.

“See you next week,” she says.

I don’t have time to reply because Mr. Motorcycle sits next to me, leaning back into the chair with a loud sigh.

“Fuck, that was rough.”

His therapist slings an icepack on his shoulder, securing it before walking away.

He turns to me. “What are you in for?”

“Broken wrist. You?”

“Damn. Did you punch someone?”

I snort. “Uh, no.”

“How’d you break it?”

“I tripped and fell.”

He gestures to his shoulder. “I fell off my bike and tore my rotator cuff.”

“That stinks.”

“You have no idea.” He holds out his left hand. “Name’s Pretty Boy.”

“Uh, what?”

“Pretty Boy. What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Your name is Pretty Boy?”

“Yup.”

I shake my head. “Lili.”

“Nice to meet you, Lili. I saw you checking me out today and knew we had to meet.”

“I wasn’t checking you out!”

He grins. “You weren’t? Bummer.”

His smile is super contagious, and I find myself smiling, too.

“So I’m guessing the bike you fell off wasn’t a bicycle?”

“Nope. It was a Harley.” He frowns. “I’m itching to get back on the road, but my doc and the girls here keep telling me it’s not going to happen.”

“I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

“It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.” He sighs. “Fuck. This is depressing.”

“How long until you can ride again?”

“At least three months. I’m determined to do it sooner, though.”

“Why? Have somewhere you want to go?”

“More like somewhere I need to be.”

“Well, that’s cryptic.”

He glances at me, and I get a glimpse of the man behind the outgoing charmer Pretty Boy projects. A man who carries sadness behind his blue eyes.

“I’m from Baton Rouge. I was sent here to find someone and failed.” He swallows. “My Prez is going to be mad that I couldn’t find his wife.”

“Where did she go?”

“She betrayed us and ran off with a rival club.”

I’m not sure what the appropriate response is, so I say, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just wish I was going home with better news. Swag hasn’t been the same since she left. None of us have.”

I touch his leg without thinking. “It sounds like you miss her.”

“I do. A lot.” He runs his hand over his beard. “I mostly just worry about her, ya know? She doesn’t know how bad it is out there.”

“When was the last time you saw her?”

He shakes his head and says, “It hurts too much to think about. Fuck.” He exhales. “This isn’t me. I’m not the guy who mopes over a girl. I’m the guy who cracks jokes.”

“So tell me a joke, then.”

His gaze lands on me. “Okay. Do you know how to tell if a woman is being pleased at home?”

“How?”

“If her man’s beard is bleached out right here.”

He touches the spot on his chin that I’ve heard referred to as a cum catcher. I realize Dimitri’s hair is a bit lighter in the same spot and snort as my cheeks flame.

“Oh my god!”

He jabs his good shoulder against mine. “Guess that means you’re being pleased at home.”

“Definitely.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

We share a smile.

“It was nice meeting you, Pretty Boy.”

“You too, Lili.” His gaze goes past my shoulder. “And I’m guessing that’s your man who looks like he’s about to break through the glass.”

I turn and find Dimitri standing in the window outside of the therapy gym. He does, indeed, look like he’s going to storm in at any moment.

Snorting, I say, “That’s him. See you later, Pretty Boy.”

Pretty Boy winks at me as I leave.

Dimitri is practically steaming when I get to the lobby.

“What was that thug saying to you?”

“Thug? Oh, you mean Pretty Boy.”

“Pretty Boy?”

Before he can say anything else, I say, “He’s not a thug. He’s in a motorcycle club.”

Dimitri mutters a string of curse words in Portuguese. Ignoring him, I start walking.

“Are we going home or?—”

I’m spun, so I’m facing Dimitri. His mouth covers mine in a possessive kiss that has me whimpering as I hold on to his shirt with one hand.

When we pull away, I grin. “Damn.”

“What?”

“That was really hot.”

“Just letting your friend in there know that you’re taken.”

“Am I?” I bat my eyelashes up at him. “I don’t recall ever being asked.”

He stalks toward me as I back up toward the elevator, laughing. Inside, he pins me against the wall.

“Let’s see. You sleep in my bed, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You come around my cock every night, yes?”

“Yes.”

“We have a daughter together, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then why do you doubt that you’re mine?”

I hold his gaze. “Like I said, you never asked.”

“Lilith?”

“Yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I grin. “Yes.”

His lips brush against mine. “Now that that is settled, let’s go home.”

“I’m liking where this is going.”

He hums. “Oh, I think you’ll like it very much.”

Over the next month, Dimitri and I fall into a routine with the kids that makes me feel like we’re an actual family. We eat together. We go on day trips together. We’re all there when Raquel crawls for the first time. But, through it all, I can’t help but feeling like the other shoe is about to drop.

Adam has reached out once in that time.

Adam

We need to talk.

Unless you want to tell me you want to tell your father and my uncle to fuck off, we have nothing to say.

Your uncle is being aggressive. I’m worried about you.

Don’t contact me, Adam. I’m fine.

I blocked his number after that.

I’ve just returned from getting my cast removed at Dimitri’s office. He was in a surgery case, so his PA removed it. Now, I’m at home, trying to get used to how strange my wrist feels. I wiggle it and immediately get icked out at how floppy it feels. Shelene said it’s a very normal feeling.

Miranda and the kids walk in as I finally get comfortable on the couch.

Miranda asks, “How is the arm feeling?”

“Really weird,” I answer.

“I bet it was a relief to get that cast off.”

“It was.”

She points to Isadora and Raquel. “I’m going to put them down. They’re ready for a nap.”

Diego follows her, yawning to himself. The poor kid is going to have a rough time when school starts in a few weeks.

The thought has me stilling. Summer is almost over. How is that even possible?

Clara sits next to me and asks, “Why does Nanny Odell think you and Papai are dating?”

“She said that?”

Clara nods. “She was on her phone talking to a friend.”

Well, shit.

I glance up to find Dimitri leaning against the doorway, a smile on his lips. I didn’t even hear him come in.

I say, “ Papai and I are friends.”

“Oh.” She frowns. “I don’t want you to be friends, though. I want you to like him.”

“I do like him.”

“Then you should date him.” Her eyes widen. “You should go on a date with Papai!”

“An excellent idea,” Dimitri says. “Lilith, will you go on a date with me tonight?”

Clara looks back and forth between us, excitement in her eyes.

Finally, I say, “I’d love to, Dimitri.”

Clara snorts. “You called him Dimitri.”

“That’s his name.”

“I know. It just sounds funny.” She hops off the couch. “I’m going to tell Diego!”

She rushes from the room and Dimitri takes her place on the couch.

“She’s going to be hyped up for the rest of the night,” I say.

He lifts my hand, kissing it. “That’s why we have a nanny, minha vida .”

I groan and tug my hand free. “Stop being so charming.”

“Is my date feeling grouchy today?” He leans in, nuzzling the spot on the side of my neck that drives me crazy. “Does she need her Daddy to make her feel better?”

I turn my head and whisper, “You’re playing dirty.”

“Always.” He stands, holding out his hand. “Come with me.”

I let him lead me upstairs, to our room. As the door closes, I spot Clara poking her head out of her bedroom, a huge grin on her face.

“You’re encouraging her,” I say as he walks me to the bed, falling back onto the mattress

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“How’s your arm feeling?”

“Okay, I guess. Why?”

“Because I want to make sure you can hold on to the headboard while I fuck you.”

Heat rushes right to my core.

“Been thinking about that position for a while?”

He grins. “I think about every position where you’re concerned.”

“Oh?”

He lifts my shirt, baring my stomach and bra-covered breasts.

“It’s true,” he says, kissing my stomach before moving lower.

I lift my hips so he can tug down my pants and panties. When I’m naked from the waist down, he moves between my legs, bringing me to an orgasm with his mouth.

“Is my little girl good and wet?”

“Yes.”

“Then get on your hands and knees. And Lilith? Do hold on to the headboard.”

Goosebumps lift on my skin. Looking over my shoulder, I see him pulling out his cock. He moves behind me, filling me with a single thrust. My grip tightens on the headboard. Because damn .

“Oh, fuck,” I pant when he rocks into me. “That feels so good, Daddy.”

“Look how well my girl is taking my cock.”

My core is flooded with more moisture. And something about this position has me rushing toward another orgasm that’s so intense it takes my breath away.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.

His hand covers one of mine on the headboard as he comes, groaning my name.

“Lilith. Minha vida. Minha corac?o .”

I make soft sounds of pleasure as he drags a third orgasm from me.

Spent, I fall into the mattress until I feel normal again. Dimitri lies next to me, kissing my neck.

I turn, looking up at him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I love him. But I don’t. He hasn’t said it back to me. Not once. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? The thought has my stomach sinking.

“I should shower since my Daddy is taking me on a date.” I give him a small smile. “And I know just the dress to wear.”