by Zoey Parker
Trent went to the door and received some bags from a delivery driver. Then he spread out the goods – sushi, pho, and a big brownie for dessert. All from her favorite Thai place in town.
“Oh my goodness,” she murmured, easing into a dining room chair. “This looks incredible.”
“It’s been too long since we’ve gone out to eat, and I know it’s hard now with Lily.”
“You know my mom and dad will watch her if we want to go out,” she said.
The Sokolovs had forgiven her father’s debt after Darla was taken out, partly out of gratitude that through Trent’s unexpected deal with Lucas, they’d been able to uncover just how sinister and deep Jacobi’s side projects had gotten.
And in Sam’s family, things had gone mostly back to normal, except now her dad was in Gambling Addicts Anonymous, and struggling to save his marriage to her mother.
“I know. I just don’t like being away from her.” Trent frowned.
Sam bit back a grin. She couldn’t blame him. Ordering in while the three-month-old slept nearby was a new version of heaven she hadn’t known existed.
“Krissi has offered to watch her,” she reminded him before popping a piece of sushi into her mouth.
“She can watch Lily sometime,” Trent promised, as he always did. “During the day. Like, for a couple of hours.”
Sam shook her head, laughing to herself. “You’re going to have to get used to it someday, pal.”
“Just not yet, okay?”
They ate their meal happily; an episode of Orange Is The New Black playing quietly in the background. Once they were done and digested and lounging on the couch, Trent dragged his fingertips up and down Sam’s arms.
She shivered, tilting her head to look up at him. “I think I’m ready.”
He blinked down at her. “For what? Another kid?”
She giggled, swatting his chest. “No, silly. For…” Words failed her. “You know.”
Realization crossed his face, and he sat up, pulling her into his lap. “Hang on. You serious?”
She nodded, smoothing her hands over his shoulders, this body that was still so familiar to her, yet they hadn’t connected in months. It might be like the first time all over again, especially now, post-baby.
“We just have to go slow,” she warned.
“It’ll be hard, but I think I can manage,” he said, coaxing a kiss from her lips.
“That’s what she said,” she joked.
Trent laughed, tugging at her top as they kissed, tossing the breastfeeding friendly tank top to the side. He cupped her new, heavier, larger breasts, massaging them gently, then undid her bra.
She stepped off of him to sidle out of her leggings, which she wore nearly permanently inside the house, and Trent shucked his own clothes quickly like he’d been waiting for this since the second Lily was born.
Trent took her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed, and he crawled on too.
“You deserve more than a couch fuck for your first time back in the saddle,” he said, rubbing his nose against hers.
“Aw, thanks,” she teased.
“There’s something else you deserve too.” Trent paused, an unreadable expression on his face.
He sat back on his heels, his gaze scorching over her. She wanted to ask ‘what’ but he got off the bed suddenly and left the bedroom.
She lay, mouth gaping. “Uh—”
Trent returned a moment later, something hidden behind his back. His cock was fat and hard in front of him, distracting her from the fact that he was hiding a secret behind him.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Just this.” Trent eased back onto the bed, then handed her a small box.
A ring box.
Sam took it incredulously. They’d stopped the marriage ruse as soon as things had calmed down from Darla and Jacobi, which meant that Sam had come clean to her friends with a sanitized version of events, and they’d stopped wearing their fake rings. They’d even sold them back just to rid themselves of the bad juju.
But this…
She popped open the box. A new ring awaited her there. Something big, and shiny, and very, very diamond. She popped it shut again, rolling her lips inward.
“Why’d you close it?” he tutted.
“Oh my God,” she gushed, opening it again. She clutched his shoulder. “Is this…?”
“Babe. Sam.” That heartbreaker grin crossed his face again. “I want us to get married for real this time.”
A disbelieving laugh escaped her, and she shouted, “Yes! Of course I’ll be your fucking wife!”
Trent’s relieved smile was the last thing she saw as he surged forward, claiming her lips with his. They kissed so long and hard that her lips buzzed afterward. Then he took the ring from its box and slid it onto her finger.
“I got it sized for you this time,” he whispered. “Just to make sure it fits my wife-to-be perfectly.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck so tightly she thought they’d become one.
“I love you, Trent,” she mumbled through tears. “I love you so much.”
“I know, baby,” he murmured into her ear. “And I love you more.”
“Impossible,” she said.
Trent shifted on top of her, the heat of his cockhead slipping between her legs. She inhaled sharply, spreading her legs, suddenly needing it so badly that she got dizzy.
This love. This man. This soon-to-be husband. She needed him in every way a woman could need a man.
Trent surged forward, slipping inside of her as though no time had passed. He took his time, easing in slowly, testing every new inch before claiming another. Once he was buried to the hilt, their eyes locked, passion shuddering between them. But something more. Passion edged with loyalty. Loyalty laced with forever.
“You’re mine,” he moaned as he started a slow, gentle rhythm. “Forever, babe. And I’m yours.”
“Ohhh, Trent.” She tossed her head back as they fell into their old rhythms.
His thick fingers snuck between her legs, finding the stiff peak of her clit. He knocked and rubbed and pinched it as they made love. It wasn’t long before Sam was spilling over the edge, finding that fast, easy orgasm. Because it was always fast and easy with this sexy man filling her.
Trent pushed into her again and again until he found the hollow of her neck and stilled. His abs spasmed a few times before the long groan came, signaling his own end.
They lay panting and sated together, bodies sticky from where they’d touched and sweat on each other.
“I love you, Sam,” Trent murmured into the side of her neck. “You’re the only woman I’ve loved. You’re the only woman I’ll love.”
“I love you, babe.” Sam skipped kisses up along his hairline, down the ridge of his nose. “You’re the only one for me. You and Lily. My perfect family.”
They kissed, the heat of his mouth sending another wave of pleasure through her.
It had started as a bargain, but it hadn’t ended that way. No, her bargain had led her to true love and her own little family.
She smiled through a kiss, unsurprised to find tears there.
Soon, she’d be Sam Flannigan. And somehow, nothing had ever sounded so right.
THE END
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Luka: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Steel Gods MC)
He hunted me down and made me his toy.
NICOLETTE
It took me seven years to escape my abus
ive relationship.
My ex was a ruthless biker with a nasty mean streak.
And his final cruelty was putting a baby in my belly.
I took his unborn child and ran from him.
But I know he won’t let me get away that easy.
And out here on my own, there’s no one I can trust to protect me.
Then Luka appears.
He’s a biker, just like the man I ran away from, but there’s something different about him.
Tall, bearded, with piercing eyes that strip me naked, I want his touch so bad I can barely take it.
But Luka has secrets he’s hiding from me.
And when I find out who sent him, I realize just how badly I messed up.
LUKA
She’s innocent, beautiful, and utterly off limits.
Most of all, she’s just a job.
“Bring home the goods.”
That’s what I do for the club.
That’s what I’m best at.
But this time is different.
My prez sent me to reclaim his runaway ex.
I’m supposed to drag her back to the club, kicking and screaming.
But I just can’t bring myself to do it.
This time and this time only…
I’m keeping the goods for myself.
Gavriil: A Mafia Romance (Stepanov Mafia)
I’ve been sold to a mobster, and he wants me to carry his baby.
My brother owed too much to the wrong kind of people.
They beat him senseless and took me to satisfy his debt.
Now, my body belongs to the most feared man in the entire city.
Gavriil Stepanov.
His name alone sends fear coursing through my veins.
Gavriil’s cruelty is legendary, as is his insatiable sexual appetite.
Obeying him is torture.
But one wrong move and he’ll gut me like a fish.
I’m forced to let him take me how he wants: raw and endless.
At first, he is as savage and icy as his reputation suggests.
But when I discover he’s left a baby in my belly, everything changes.
I’m no longer just a mobster’s toy.
Now, I’m about to be his WIFE.
Ruthless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Violent Spawn MC)
There’s no telling what he’ll do if I get too close.
CORA
I gave him my body to save my brother’s life.
It was the only way to protect him.
But it’s about to cost me everything.
I did everything that Finn demanded in exchange for my brother’s freedom.
Now, I’m standing in his bedroom.
Chained.
Bare.
Shivering.
Then, the man who owns me now opens the door and do his worst.
His cruel, beautiful lips part and he says four little words that make my blood run cold:
“You’re mine now, princess.”
FINN
The sassy little b!tch thought she could tell me how to run my business.
Hell f**king no.
Oliver is a damn good recruit, and I ain’t about to let her march in and steal him from under my nose.
I don’t give a damn if she IS his big sister.
As far as I’m concerned, she’s just a mouthy brat with a desperate need for a spanking.
But she’s persistent as hell.
And I’m sick of her standing in my doorway.
So I make her a deal, one I never thought she’d accept.
Bend over for me, and I’ll let your brother go.
She’d have to be crazy to say yes.
A man like me doesn’t exactly play nice with his bedmates.
On the contrary – I bend them ‘til they break.
Take them ‘til they scream.
Then I kick them out, naked and afraid. Not my problem anymore.
But to my surprise, she agrees.
And I get ready to do everything I warned her would happen.
Wicked: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Raiders MC)
He slapped the cuffs on me and broke every law in the book.
ALICIA
Gunner Murphy is a wicked son of a b*tch.
He’s responsible for just about every illegal gun getting smuggled across the border.
As a federal agent, it’s my job to bring him in.
I just never expected it to be this hard.
My new partner says he’s gonna kill Gunner before he ever gets hauled in front of a judge.
I’ve got morals. I can’t allow that.
Even a savage beast like Gunner deserves a fair trial.
So call me weak. Call me feminine. Call me whatever you want.
But I won’t have this man’s blood on my hands.
Too bad Gunner doesn’t feel the same way about me.
Because as soon as I set him free, the bastard turned the tables.
Now, I’M the one in cuffs.
At least he doesn’t want my blood on his hands…
He just wants my juices.
He wants my moans.
My begging, pleading submission.
And the most screwed up part of all this chaos is…
That’s exactly what I want to give him.
Savage: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Outcasts MC)
You can never take the savage out of the man…
DAMIEN
I thought I'd left my past behind me.
I’m a single father now, with a kid to look after and a shop to run.
I try to do the right thing, as often as I can.
Like stopping to pick up an innocent blonde damsel up off the side of the road.
It's the least I can do to atone for past sins—even if Ashley’s tight curves and irresistible lips make me want to commit a whole host of new ones.
But Ashley is making a mistake getting mixed up with me.
I should have warned her away when I had the chance.
Now, I find myself tangling with an old enemy, drawn back into the world I forsook…
… and dragging sweet Ashley along for the ride.
I can't risk letting her go now, as surely as I can't give up the taste of redemption her kisses promise.
But how far can we tread in this chaos before the demons of my past pull us under completely?
ASHLEY
After my last relationship fizzled out, I vowed I would never date another biker again.
So this thing with Damien? I wouldn't call us exactly a couple.
Even if his kid is damn cute…
And even if I can’t resist the way his tattooed hands work their way over my shivering body…
But it doesn't take me long to realize that an unrivaled libido isn't all this sexy single father is packing.
What's a mild-mannered librarian like me to do when she finds out the biker who revs her engines might also be the man most likely to pull the trigger on her ex?
What have I gotten myself into with Damien?
And why does going even deeper feel so damn good?
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