“Fuckkk, Josie,” he groans, removing his hand quickly to roll me onto my back so he can hover above me. “Please tell me you fucking mean that, mama, because I’ve been ready to put another baby in you since the first test turned up positive.”
He’s dead serious, and the way his brows pinch together causes a soft chuckle to escape. With Vik having twelve years on me, he was ready to start a family the moment I hesitantly agreed to be his. Haley wasn’t planned exactly, but she wasn’t a surprise either. It was a miracle I could walk straight for the first six months of our marriage. The man had me on every surface, in every position, for every free moment he could find.
I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly or at only twenty-three, which is why I’ve been so hesitant to do it again. But Haley’s almost five, and I think it’s time she has a sibling to run around with.
“I’m serious. I’m ready to make you a daddy again.”
His lips surge into mine, claiming me, like I wasn’t his the moment he sat next to me at the clubhouse bar. His tongue laps against my seam, looking for entrance to deepen our connection.
I shift, widening my hips and lifting my foot to graze against the back of his calf before hooking it around his thighs to pull him in tight. His thick length glides through my wet heat, teasing me every time the tip hits my clit, which sends a dance of tingles through my limbs.
“What about your birth control?”
“I had it taken out a couple of weeks ago.”
That makes him pause and pull back, looking down at me with a sort of wonder cast in his eyes.
“You didn’t tell me.”
I rock my hips, desperate to quell the ache in my core, burning like a wildfire ready to consume me. The distraction doesn’t work. He pulls his hips away, leaving me a wanton mess.
I huff in annoyance, my breath fanning his loose curls away from his brow. “It wasn’t important. You’ve been under so much stress with the club, and I thought it might be fun to surprise you.” I try to smooth things over with a light smile.
His gaze hardens, like it’s on the tip of his tongue to rip into me for making such a huge decision alone. I wrap my other leg around his waist, tightening my hold on him, bringing his pulsing cock back to the apex of my thighs.
The air in my lungs evaporates on a soundless cry when he thrusts inside my weeping core, bottoming out. Calloused tattooed fingers lift between us, wrapping deliciously around my throat.
Each violent kick of his hips hits the deepest parts of me. My core pinches with a pain that melds perfectly with a pleasure from my stretched walls.
“Everything. About you. Is important,” he grunts each word, punctuated with a brutal thrust that ropes my orgasm closer.
My pants fuse into inaudible moans the tighter his grip gets around my throat. The added pressure takes away my chance to respond, to tell him I know.
His relentless assault doesn’t slow. It demands my pleasure, ripping it from my body, until I shatter beneath him. Only when my cunt ripples tight around his cock, does he letgo, and the roar of his release bounces off our bedroom walls. He pulses inside me, hips tight against my entrance.
“No secrets, mama. Not even the I want to surprise you kind.”
His lips are soft this time, and before I realize what he’s doing, my hips are elevated on a pillow, and he’s staring down at me with the moonlight shining through the window, haloed around him. He looks like he just won the fucking lottery.
OPEN ROAD
VIKING
The roarof another engine pulling into the lot disrupts our conversation. The sound ricochets off the compound’s metal buildings, vibrating through the concrete beneath my boots.
Exhaust hangs in the thick, humid air, mixing with heat radiating from the pavement. It’s a scorcher today. Gasoline from our personal pump and the scent of sun-aged leather invade my senses, exciting my nerve endings for the ride.
Only two more to go and we’ll be ready to hit the road. Punctuality isn’t the group’s best quality, so when I told them to be here at nine am, I was expecting everyone by ten. Experience has taught me to pad my expectations where the club is concerned. Nothing ever runs exactly on time, yet somehow it always works out anyway. A perk of being a crew that’s happy to get there when we get there.
Hugging Josie to my front, I watch Haley run after Pierce’s little girl, Sienna, whose blonde locks, like her mom’s, fly behind her in the breeze. Their laughter cuts through the purr of engines and idle chatter. It’s light and carefree in a place that’s seen its fair share of blood and loss.
I love that my girl finally has someone to play with. And that thought only solidifies my focus on making sure the club survives, whatever that may mean. This club life is so much more than just us now. It’s about making sure they’re safe and protected, that their dads don’t end up behind bars or worse, six feet under.
If only the guys saw it the same way I did, but with so many of them unattached with no old lady or kids to speak of, it’s not surprising they can’t.
“You’ll be sure to keep an eye on this one for me, won’t you, Lo?” My unnecessarily overprotective wife asks the only woman coming on this ride. Josie’s tone is teasing, but her grip tightens slightly around my arms across her chest, like she’s anchoring herself before letting go.
Harlow’s gaze focuses directly on me, inspecting the uncaring arch of my eyebrow, before she looks down at Josie in my arms, and a saccharine smile lights her face. It’s the kind of smile that looks sweet to anyone who doesn’t know better and terrifying to anyone who does.