The Prez (Devil’s Mayhem MC #3)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

OMARI

The next few days are tense. Both Big Raf and I watch Little Raf like a hawk. I’ve checked labels on the back of jars more times than I can count. We’re sticking to foods we know he can eat and still bottle feeding.

Zeke and Shane, Jace and his wife—who they call an old lady even though she can’t be older than thirty-five—and more of the brothers come and check on Little Raf, bringing him gifts and holding him. Most of them send me reassuring words and a few even marvel that Raf has a boyfriend. I blush every time someone asks, not sure how we even got here, but not minding it one bit.

After three days of Little Raf being the happy baby he usually is and when the meds are finished, we both relax a little. Surprisingly, Big Raf has apologized to me every day for blaming me for what happened. I don’t fault him for it. It was a highly emotional situation and I wasn’t making it better by falling apart like I did.

Earlier today, Little Raf had an appointment with his pediatrician that set us even more at ease.

“Even if there is no history of allergies in the immediate family,” the doctor said, checking over the baby and laughing when Little Raf grabbed his stethoscope to put in his mouth, “you never know what a child will react to. It really is trial and error.”

Even though I didn’t want to sound so pitiful, I asked, “So I didn’t do anything wrong?”

He smiled over at me and shook his head. “Nothing wrong at all. We have to introduce foods to babies for this very reason. Now that we know what to look for, we can avoid it. In this day and age, allergens are listed on the back of most foods.” He gave me a soft look as I kissed the top of Little Raf’s head. “You’re doing great with him. He’s a healthy weight and height and he appears to be a happy baby. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Big Raf was silent during the entire exchange, but I know he was paying attention.

Over the past few days, he’s been there without fail. He’s been holding Little Raf more, he sat with me during bath time and asked questions, then the next day, he took over. He was already doing feeding time, so that didn’t change. Whenever Little Raf needed to be changed or put to bed, Big Raf handled it.

After we come back from the doctor’s appointment, Big Raf puts a sleeping Little Raf in his crib. When he comes back, I grin over at him. “If I’m not careful,” I say, reaching for his hand, “I’ll be out of a job.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right. I don’t do half as good as you do with him. I’m just trying to be enough, you know?”

I nod sadly. Not for the first time, I have a feeling Raf doesn’t think he’s worthy of having Little Raf. Like he has to pass some muster to earn the right to have that sweet baby love him. I’m not sure what I have to do or say to help him. All I can do is encourage him to continue to do what he’s doing and be there when he wants to do more .

“You’re doing great. He’s really loves you.”

Raf sucks in a shocked breath and looks at me with wide eyes. “You think so?”

I lay my head on his chest and nod. “I do. Babies are good judges of character. He’s relaxed with you.”

He lets out a long breath and nuzzles against me. “You’re perfect, precioso. You know that?”

A brief chuckle escapes my lips. “Thank you, baby.”

We rest on the couch for another hour or so, not talking much, just enjoying each other’s company. When the baby wakes from his nap, we decide to take him for a walk around the neighborhood.

It’s nice and quiet here, older people out walking as well, watering their gardens, or sitting on their porches. Some greet us as we pass by, but most don’t. Probably afraid of Big Raf and his perma-scowl.

“Why did you move here?” I look around as I push the stroller, taking in the picturesque lawns and cute little gardens. I wouldn’t peg Raf as the type to own a home here. “There are a lot of old people,” I whisper.

He looks down at me with a raised eyebrow. “You called me old too, so I fit right in.” I bark a laugh, making the baby break into laughter as well. I coo at him before I focus back on his uncle. “It reminds me of where I lived in Florida, besides the large Cuban community, that is. I stayed with my grandfather, remember?” I nod. “He had a nice house with a garden he tended and had quiet neighbors. It’s not the same, but it’s as close to home as I could get.”

“Why did you move to Florida with your grandfather? Where are your mom and dad?” I look up at Raf’s tight expression and immediately regret my question. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. I’m?—”

“It’s fine, baby.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. I melt into his side as much as I can while pushing the stroller. “Mama and Papa are … dead.”

I gasp and stop the stroller. “I’m sorry, Rafael. I didn’t know.”

He faces me with a sad half smile on his face. “It’s okay. How would you know?” He kisses my lips gently, then nudges me forward so we can continue our walk. “What about your parents? Are they still here?”

“My mom is. My dad moved away after they divorced.”

“Are you close with your mom and dad?”

I shake my head as we turn on the next block. I check the hood of the stroller, making sure the sun isn’t in Little Raf’s eyes. Once I’m sure he’s okay, I answer Raf’s question. “Not really. I only talk to my dad when he decides to answer the phone. He has a new wife and family. My mom had this big thing about wanting me to lose weight. She always had some diet she wanted me to try and?—”

I’m cut off by Raf’s percolating growl. “What?”

I chuckle, even as my heart flutters at his anger. “Calm down, Tiger. My sister beat you to the punch. After a while, Hazel got tired of the crash diets and told my mother she’d report her for abuse. For a while, I refused to eat certain foods because my mom said they made me fat. Hazel doesn’t take shit. She’s very protective of me. Always has been. After that, my mom didn’t pester me, but our relationship was damaged by that point. All I could think was that she saw me as her fat son, not just her son. So, I only really speak to her when the occasion calls for it.”

“I’m sorry, precioso. Before she … died, me and Mama were close. She was close with Elena too. I can’t imagine what you went through.” His face takes on that drawn appearance again and it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask why, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about his mother. Maybe his sister is a safe topic .

“Were you close to Elena?”

Raf pulls in a long breath, letting it flow out of him slowly. “We were before she moved away. After my parents died, her dad took her to the states. She had a different father than me and my sister Maria.” I nod. “I didn’t see or hear from her for a few years. When I turned nineteen and was getting on my feet, I thought I’d look her up, see if she wanted to visit or something. I don’t know.”

We make a loop back to the house, our strides leisurely. “What happened?” I prompt.

“I thought I’d surprise her, you know? After so many years, I figured she still liked surprises.” His voice takes on a hollow quality, like he’s trying to separate himself from the feelings of what he went through. My heart goes out to him. “I flew to California where they lived and went to the address the private investigator gave me when I had him search her out. When she opened the door, she burst into tears. I thought it was because she was happy to see me, but when I tried to hug her, she started screaming at me. Saying she didn’t want to see me anymore because I killed her mother. That I failed to save her and I would let her down too. She told me to never contact her again.”

My eyes well with tears. How that must have hurt him, his own little sister not wanting him around.

“I’m so sorry. That had to be awful,” I say. “And you didn’t hear from her after that? Ever?”

“Nope,” he says, dragging out the word. “I didn’t even know she lived on the East Coast until the Chief of Police gave me the news that she was in the hospital.”

I wrap one arm around Raf’s waist while we walk, hoping to … I don’t know, give him some of my strength or something. He’s plenty strong on his own, but telling his story made him seem so fragile .

“From Florida to Tennessee,” I say, hoping to take his mind off his past pain. “How did that happen?”

Raf’s lips tip up briefly. “I saw a few members of Devil’s Mayhem in Florida when I was twenty. My cousin, god rest his soul, was a dealer and was their connection. I was interested and the president told me if I really wanted to know more, come to Mellbind. So, I got some money together, packed my shit and headed here.”

“Just like that?” I ask incredulously. I’d be scared out of my mind to up and leave my home like that.

He grins at me. “Life’s a risk, baby.”

I roll my eyes, though my heart leaps at him calling me baby. He’s already said I’m his boyfriend, but him showing me that it’s real will take some getting used to.

Sure, before Little Raf got hurt we spent our nights together, talking, kissing, touching, and learning about each other, but now it’s official. I couldn’t be more thrilled.

“How is Cuba?” I ask when we’re within view of the house. “I bet it’s beautiful. It gives me small town vibes, but with better people.”

“It’s beautiful. I go visit sometimes because I do business with Rax and my brother-in-law. Maria wants to meet Little Raf and I want to show him our home, where his mother and I came from. Would you like to come with me one day? I’d love to show you my island.”

“Really?”

He looks at me with more sincerity than I’ve seen before and my breath catches. “There’s nothing I’d love more than taking you and Little Raf to see my home.”

I grin up at him cheekily. “Didn’t you tell me you don’t love things?”

A smile crops up on his face and I’m struck anew by how fucking beautiful he is when he smiles. “I have a lot of things to do with that smart mouth of yours. ”

“Promises, promises,” I say as I take the baby from the stroller. I check him over like I’ve been doing for the past few days, making sure there are no hives, swelling tongue or red eyes. I see nothing but tan skin, wide clear eyes, and a drooly smile.

“Did you like the walk, big man?” He puts his tiny, warm hands on my face, those razor blades they call fingernails digging into my skin. Even still, I don’t move. I simply smile back at how happy he is.

We go inside, and I strip the baby down into something cooler and we hang out for the night.

I cook dinner and we sit at the table, Big Raf feeding Little Raf and me feeding myself and Big Raf. We’re sticking to baby food we know he doesn’t have a reaction to. Little Raf doesn’t seem to mind, enjoying his sweet potatoes.

Today was a great day. I think the stress of what happened is starting to fade for both of us. “We can move Little Raf’s crib back into his room,” I say, rinsing our plates at the sink. “He should be fine through the night. Unless you want him to stay?”

Raf shakes his head, wiping the baby’s face of the excess sweet potatoes. “Just make sure you bring in the walkie talkie,” he says with a wink. I throw my head back and laugh.

I head to the shower while Big Raf is putting the baby down. While under the spray, I wonder if I’m here to still work as a nanny or if I’m just … here. I mean, I have enough money just in the month and a half he’s been paying me to put down a deposit on an apartment on the Eastside of Mellbind. That two grand I had to give Brock really fucked me, that’s for sure. But even without it, I can afford a nice studio apartment. I could watch Little Raf during the day and Big Raf can take over at night, since he’s getting so much better with him. It’s a good plan .

So why does my heart hurt thinking of leaving the two of them?

The bathroom door opens and I smile, running my washcloth over my body. Through the glass door of the shower, I can see Raf strip out of his clothes, a piece of his body revealed with each article removed.

When he’s gloriously naked, he opens the door and steps in behind me. He stands close to my body, wrapping his arm around my waist. I push down my self-conscious feelings when his fingers trail over my belly. I’m still coming to terms with Raf touching all parts of my body without hesitation. Men in the past would steer clear of my belly, focusing on my ass or thighs. He’s the first man to touch me so openly.

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask.

He nods against my neck as he breathes me in, his lips lightly pressing into my nape. “Any time.”

His erection bumping against my back and the cleft of my ass is distracting, but I force myself to push the words up my throat. “Since you’re doing so much better with Little Raf, do you still want me to be a live-in?” He stops kissing me and I turn around in his arms. A flash of confusion colors his expression. “I’m only asking because … well, I like being here with him. And I like being here with you. I didn’t know if you wanted to continue to pay me since I would be here anyway. As your boyfriend.”

A small breath leaves his mouth before they tip up slowly. “Yeah. I want you here. Besides, you signed a contract for at least a year, precioso. Don’t tell me I’m not going to get my money’s worth.”

I chuckle, wrapping my arms around him. “Of course you will. I just … you’re my boyfriend now.” A flutter goes off in my chest at the word. “It seems like a conflict of interest, no?”

“I think it’ll be fine, baby.” He grasps my chin and kisses me softly .

In no time, the kiss deepens, Raf’s large hands going down to my ass, squeezing tight. I moan at the feel of his blunt nails biting into my tender flesh.

“Your skin is so soft. Feels so fucking good,” he says into the kiss, nipping at my lips before delving back in. “I could touch you all fucking day.”

I whimper, holding on tight to his shoulders as he ravages my mouth.

One of his hands drifts around to my front, sliding in between us so he can wrap it around my shaft. I hiss, pushing into his hand. Raf chuckles darkly at my reaction, gripping my shaft firmly. “I want you.” He kisses me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he tugs my cock. “Say yes, baby.”

“Yes,” I moan, fucking the circle of his fist. “Yes, please.”

Raf lets go of my dick, reaches behind me and turns the water off. Before I can step out, he pushes me against the cold shower wall. I open my mouth to ask what’s up when he drops to his knees, taking my dick between his lips. “Fuck me,” I murmur, looking at this large, powerful man on his knees for me. His hawklike eyes are fierce as he gazes up at me, burning with want.

“Raf,” I moan his name as he tries to swallow my dick whole. Over the past month, he’s gotten so much better at giving me head, relaxing his throat and hollowing his cheeks as he takes me in.

My fingers glide through his damp hair, holding on as he bobs up and down on my throbbing erection. His hand wraps around my shaft, pumping me as he sucks me in deeper.

I jump in surprise when his finger drifts between my cheeks, rubbing back and forth over my pucker. “Oh, god,” I gasp as I spread my legs, opening myself up so he can slide a finger in. He’s never touched me there. He’s massaged my ass and tugged my balls, but never touched my hole. “Stick a finger inside me.”

He pulls away, maintaining eye contact while he slides his finger into his mouth, wetting it up. I watch him, my eyes tracking how his lips look puckered around his index finger. I whimper as he pops the digit from his mouth and brings it to my hole. He slides it inside me in one long thrust. My head falls back on the shower wall as he pumps it in and out. “Raf, baby,” I groan. My groan turns to a moan when he takes me back in his mouth, sucking me hard as he fingers my hole.

When I’m so close to the edge I think I’ll tumble over, Raf pops off my cock and removes his finger from my hole. I sag against the wall, fearing if I move, I’ll explode.

He gets to his feet and pulls me from the wall, kissing me hard as his dick presses against my own. “Get your ass on that bed,” he growls in my mouth before kissing me breathless. “I need to be in you tonight.”

“Yes,” I repeat.

I step out of the shower and grab a towel as I walk out, drying myself off quickly as I hustle to the bed. I toss the towel away and lie on top of the comforter to wait for Raf.

Raf steps into the room, looking fucking glorious as the light from the bathroom illuminates him. In his hand is a small bottle and I flush because I completely forgot about lube.

I spread my legs and he crawls between them, his shaft lying against my leg. He kisses me again, slow and easy as his finger goes back to my hole. He doesn’t press inside, simply teases the puckered skin.

He doesn’t tease me for long. After one more drugging kiss, Raf sits up and coats his fingers with lube. I shudder in anticipation, wanting to finally feel him inside me. Ever since the first time I touched him and saw that he had a piercing, I wanted to feel it inside me as his dick stretched my walls .

“You ready?” he asks, a slick finger pressed to my opening.

I nod quickly, spreading my legs wider. He slides his lubed finger inside me just as he did in the shower. “Fuck yes,” I groan, rolling my hips as he pumps in and out of me. That finger is joined by a second, then a third. He spreads his fingers, stretching me so I can take his large dick.

A curse leaves my lips when he curls his fingers and bumps my prostate. “Oh god! Rafael, please.”

“Yeah, precioso. Say my name. Tell me how I make you feel.”

He massages over my magic button and I grip the sheets, bucking against his fingers, wanting more but knowing if he continues, I’ll come. “Rafael, please. I can’t … need you.”

After a few more nudges against my prostate, he removes his fingers and I sag onto the bed, my chest heaving as I try to get myself under control.

I watch with hazy eyes as Raf drizzles lube on his dick, making sure he’s coated.

He slides closer to me and grasps one of my legs. He puts it on his shoulder and rests his cockhead against my hole. “Ready?” he asks again, his dick twitching.

“Take me,” I beg, looking him in the eyes. His are blazing, heated with lust that threatens to make me combust.

Without another word, Raf presses inside. He inches into me, his thick cock stretching me. My breathe catches as I take all of him. I faintly feel his piercing, the barbell rubbing against my walls deliciously. I grip the sheets tightly in my hands as he continues to give me his dick, easing into me at a maddeningly slow pace.

We both groan when he’s fully seated, his hips bumping the back of my thighs. “Precioso. Fuck, you’re tight.” I whimper, wanting him to move, but still trying to adjust to the unbelievable fullness. He’s so fucking big, he brushes my walls from all angles. His thick cock fucking owns me and he hasn’t even fucked into me yet.

“Please,” I beg, wanting him to make me his. I need his cock to take ownership of me, I need to belong to him.

With one hand by my head and the other on my waist, Raf pulls his hips back a few inches, then pushes back into with a soft grunt. Over and over, he thrusts into me, moving his hips at a languid pace that’s driving me fucking wild. I toss my head back and moan, babbling god knows what.

“Omari, I’m not going to last. You feel too fucking good,” Raf mutters, swallowing thickly. He angles his hips and starts hitting my prostate head on. I cry out, reaching for him so I can feel his hot mouth on mine while he fucks me so good.

Instead of coming to me, he lifts my body until I’m sitting on his lap. This position changes the angle of how his dick is hitting my prostate and I cry out. His piercing glides over that special spot inside me, driving me closer to release than I would have thought possible.

Raf raises and lowers me on his dick, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, undulating on his lap as I fuck him back. My cock leaks between us, the friction from rubbing against his abs threatening to push me over the edge.

Raf drags his fingers through my curls, gripping them as he pulls my head away. He nips at my throat, licking a long strip up my neck. “Baby, I’m close. Let me feel that hot cum on me. Come on, baby.”

He grabs my hips and rocks into me and I can’t hold back. With a strangled cry, I shoot, coming in hot waves onto our bellies. My body shudders and quakes with the force of my release. I’m fucking boneless by the time the last spurt of cum explodes from me.

Raf continues to use my body, fucking into me hard for a few more thrusts until he grunts loudly, biting the skin of my neck with his climax. His hot cum paints my walls, marking me as his.

When his balls are empty, Raf lies me on the bed and collapses on top of me. I chuckle and wrap my legs around him, rubbing his back and gliding my fingers through his hair.

“You okay?” he whispers against my throat.

“Mhm,” I hum. “You?”

“I’m good. I’m starting to think I should have fucked someone’s ass years ago.”

I snort, pushing him off me as I giggle. “Yeah, well, I’m glad mine was the first.”

He looks down at me with a soft smile, thumbing over my cheek. “Me too, precioso.” He pulls out of me slowly and I hate it. The feeling of emptiness fucking sucks, my hole clenching around nothing. Raf bends down to give me a quick kiss, then grabs my hands and pulls me up. His cum starts to trickle from my hole and I clench, trying to keep him inside me as long as possible. “Let’s take a shower and get to bed. No more talking about leaving me, right?”

“No more. But, if you want me to?—”

“I don’t,” he says quickly. “You’re mine. You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

My heart stutters and I feel an unfamiliar feeling flow through me at being claimed like this. I know what it is and I’m not surprised.

I just don’t know how Rafael will feel knowing his nanny fell in love with him.