I let her ride the wave of pleasure as I pump my cock into her. The loud wet slapping noises between us and our low, grunting breaths make fucking her even hotter. Our lips meet in a soft sloppy kiss. Everything is so wet and her pussy is so tight. I need to cum inside her.
“I’m putting a baby in you, Gabby. I want us to have a mixed baby…”
I thrust my hips forward all the way and erupt between her legs. Gabby looks startled like she doesn’t expect my cum to spill inside her so suddenly. I didn’t expect it either. I thought I could hold back, but my desire to breed this woman overrode my awareness again. Everything was too intense for me to suppress. I need to breed. I need to cum. I hold Gabby’s softbody close and groan as I let every drop of cum spill between her legs.
I kiss her slowly and pull out of her. She shudders and looks at me with worry as I roll over onto my back and pull her close so I don’t have to stop kissing her.
“Are you crazy, Isaac?” she whispers. I just keep looking at her. I don’t answer. She uses my club name to get my attention.
“Ghost?”
“Not crazy. Just in love.”
Her eyes are wide and scared again. I want her to know that I mean it. A baby will show her that I love her so much – more than I could ever know.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cody Hollingsworth
They called me Indian ever since I was a kid because my skin got darker than most redheads they knew. I spent most of my time outside with the Indians, anyway. They taught me what I needed to know about horses, not like I have any time to spend with my horses anymore, now that I own two ranches. I’m stuck doing business stuff, running the ranches with hiring, firing, buying horses, dealing with other stupid issues and helping the club. Like every Hollingsworth in my family, I got caught up with all the money coming in and forgot myself.
Last club meeting, a fine lady caught my eye and ever since I saw her, something stirred in me that I can’t control. Oske might be able to help me. I’m sure she helped Deacon to get the sexy woman on his arm. I want one just like her. The type of chicks you find slumming it on the ranches are all the same and I’ve had my fill of them in my twenties and thirties.
I’m ready to get married and I know just the woman who can help me get that done. Oske comes over to my place the day after she gets back from Canada. I live on the edge of theIndian reservation, so even if she wants to avoid me, she can’t really. I appreciate her coming down to handle such a personal matter for me, although by the time she takes her helmet off and starts rolling up a joint on my kitchen table, I begin to wonder if she’s just here to fleece money out of me rather than help.
“I need a wife.”
“I’m a lesbian, Cody.”
“I wasn’t asking you to marry me.”
Oske smirks, like she knew that all along. I take great offense at the idea that I might be attracted to her. There’s something about that woman and her shifty eyes that I don’t quite like. It might be racist for me to think so, but I also don’t like the way she never fully smiles or laughs unless there’s something bad happening to me.
“Then what do you want, because I’m not a matchmaker or the founder of Tinder.”
“No wife of mine would be caught dead on a dating app.”
“You’ve had a wife before?” Oske asks, with that attitude on her voice that sends me over the edge into outrage faster than I care to admit.
“Are you going to help me, or not?”
“Do I sound like I want to help you?” Oske asks, staring at me with some odd mixture of hatred and confusion. There’s something about her that I find frustrating, I’ll say that.
“No. You do not. But I know you found Keyshawn for Deacon Hollingsworth and I want a woman like that.”
Oske looks up at me with her rattlesnake eyes. I can’t wait for her to get that perfect blend of weed and tobacco lit so we can smoke and I can forget how uneasy she makes me with her shifty eyes and smirking.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I know what I want. An arranged marriage with an obedient woman.”
“Is that the relationship you think Deacon and Keyshawn have?” Oske asks calmly, rolling the tip of her little cigarillo into something nice and tight.
“Let’s smoke outside. I’ll pay double what he did if you bring me a girl.”
“What if I’m out of the business of finding desperate girls?”
“I could ask your brothers to do it for half the price. Wyatt said I could order them around if I liked, but I keep them on the ranch out of trouble instead of sending them down to Belize or Jamaica.”