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  Honor Me

  Chelle Bliss




  Top Bottom Switch

  Dirty Work




  God clearly had a sense of humor.

  First, he dropped an innocent blond bombshell into my lap, which changed my life forever. Never in a million years would I have guessed I’d fall head over heels in love with someone so innocent, but it happened.

  I corrupted her thoroughly.

  Quickly, too.

  I made her mine and never looked back. There wasn’t a day that passed that I didn’t take stock of my life. I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

  Next thing I knew, we had a baby, Gigi. She wasn’t just a kid, but one who had me wrapped around her little finger.

  She said, “Jump.”

  My response, “How high, baby girl?”

  Gigi rocked my world.

  Seriously turned everything upside down.

  The moment she was born, nothing else mattered. I never knew that type of love existed until she came screaming into my life. It altered the way I looked at everything, making me more protective of my family than ever before.

  When she was just a tiny bundle, I’d sit up with her at night and rock her, telling her my hopes and dreams for her entire life. I had big plans too—the kid was going to be president someday. Actually, she could be anything she wanted. I’d make sure of it.

  I spoiled her, too much probably, and it turned her into a tiny monster. She was now my cross to bear, my demon child. The first time she said “Daddy,” I knew I was a goner—completely and utterly in love.

  Don’t get me wrong, Suzy was the love of my life…my soul mate.

  She was the one person who truly got me and understood who I was on the inside without judging me for my past indiscretions. She was the mother of my children and would always be the one who did it for me.

  When Suzy told me she was pregnant again, I was over the fuckin’ moon happy. I mean, more kids meant more love, right?

  But if I was being honest, it terrified me too. Especially when the doctor dropped the news that we were having twins.


  Double the feedings and even less sleep; nothing would ever be the same again. But like with any kid, whether having one or six, they had a way of creating chaos and havoc out of any situation.

  Family had always been my number one priority. It was the thing that kept me moving and helped me stay out of trouble most of my life.

  I’d been known to have a temper. I couldn’t help that shit. If someone was dumb enough to talk shit, they’d better be willing to put up their fists and back their words up with some strength.

  Understand this—I was a good guy.

  I’d bend over backward to help a friend.

  But cross me, and I’d fuck you up. Hurt someone I love, and I’d put you in the ground.

  It was that simple. I was like most red-blooded American men.

  Years ago, if you’d told me I’d live in a house filled with women and pink shit everywhere, I would’ve laughed in your face. But it was my lot in life. Pink had replaced the white space, filling up every corner of my world.

  But the journey to get to the place of peace hadn’t been an easy one. My road to happiness wasn’t paved in gold. It was more like a cobblestone walkway, filled with dips and ridges.

  6 months ago


  I waddled to the chair, feeling with my fingertips for the seat before slowly lowering myself. “I can’t wait for this to be over,” I complained and laid my palms against my round belly.

  “Any day now, you’re gonna pop,” Angel said and laughed.

  “Pop isn’t really the word that puts a smile on my face, but I feel like that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” My index finger pressed on my belly button. “I feel like a turkey. Ping, I’m ready.” If I grew any bigger, I worried my stomach would explode. Bearing mutliples was like being possessed by two demons, and my body wasn’t happy about it.

  Angel laughed and placed her hands on the sides of my stomach. “I wish I could have another.” The lines on her forehead grew more severe as her hands moved around my girth.

  “You can have another,” I told her, my heart squeezing at the sadness on her face.

  “No,” she sighed. “I asked Thomas to get fixed. We’re done.”

  Wow. I gawked at her, along with everyone else at the table. “What? You did? Why?”

  She shrugged and pulled her hands away. “One is enough for me. He’s older, and we’re both so busy with work, it just felt right.”

  “It seems like you regret it, Angel,” Mia said, placing her hand on Angel’s arm. “It can be reversed.”

  She shook her hand and swallowed. “I’m fine with the decision. Sometimes, when I see your bellies, I’m a bit envious. But then I remember the feedings, sleepless nights, and potty training, and I get over it really quick.” She smiled and grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting in the middle of the table.

  “When did he have the surgery? He never mentioned anything,” Max said, staring at Angel over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her vodka and cranberry.

  “A few months ago. The best part about it is that we can fuck like monkeys and never have to worry about me getting knocked up.”

  “I may have to bring up a vasectomy to Joe. I can’t imagine going through this again. This is a two-for-one deal.” After the girls were born, I was officially closing this chapter in my life. These would be the last two I’d ever carry, and I was happy about that.

  “Me too.” Izzy clapped her hands. “My shit is closed for business.” Izzy nodded definitively. “James may freak, but if he wants to ‘fuck like a monkey,’” she said, doing air quotes, “then he better get fixed.”

  “It sounds like we’re talking about dogs.” Mia laughed and slapped the table. “Speaking of them, what are they doing in the garage?”

  “Working on the old clunker Joe bought.” I wrapped my hands around the bottle of water, wishing for once in my life I could actually drink.

  “They’re probably drinking beer and bullshitin’ just like us.” Izzy rolled her eyes. “They don’t fool anyone.”

  “It gives us girl time, so I don’t care,” I said, watching Izzy as she fidgeted with the collar around her neck. “Why aren’t you guys at the club tonight? I thought you always went on Friday nights.”

  “We’re going tomorrow night instead. They’re having some special demonstrations.” Izzy grinned and tugged on her collar.

  “Demonstrations?” Max swallowed hard and leaned across the table. “Do tell.”

  “Throughout the month, different Masters have classes to teach other Masters and subs about new techniques or how to stay safe.”

  “So what are they teaching about tomorrow?” Max asked and slid her finger across her bottom lip. “Sounds hot.”

  Izzy giggled softly. “There are two tomorrow. First is about shibari.”

  “What’s that?” Max interrupted. “Sounds dangerous.”

  “It’s not dangerous. It’s about rope play.”

  Max’s mouth fell open and I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at? Did you know what it was?”

  Everyone thinks I’m innocent, but I’m not. I nodded with a giant smile. “I read a lot. I knew what it is, and it sounds sexy.”

  “Ain’t no one tying my ass up with a rope.” She shook her head and waved her hands. “Never happening.”

  “What’s the other demonstration about?” Angel asked, resting her head in her palm.

  “ElectroSex, specifically violet wands.”