Havoc- Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

  While his mouth played with one breast, his hand kept massaging the other as his dick circled my insides ‘til I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thigh.

  “Mmm, Rob,” I let out in his ear, “I’m going to–”

  “Come for me, Monroe,” He growls, forcing himself inside me “I want to feel you come all over my cock”

  “Ah!” I throw my head back as he forces my hips back to the glass with each thrust. I felt like I was being driven higher and higher in ecstasy, his little bites and squeezes making me grow closer to where I wanted to be. The sensation was overpowering to the point I couldn’t think straight.

  He fucked me harder, knowing full well what I wanted. Both hands were on my ass, lifting me up to take his cock properly as the buildup continued. I kept panting, already on the verge of breaking as it was. He was so hard inside me, I was sure he would burst any moment.

  Before I could hold back any longer, I let out a hard moan and the sensation ripped across my entire body. Blackjack thrust one more time inside me until I could feel his release spread throughout my insides. The only thing I could hear was his low pants as we tried to keep up with our lungs.

  Finally, the two of us slid down to the floor, holding ourselves without a thought of letting go.

  Chapter 16

  Ashley

  The last month had passed by in the blink of an eye. Blackjack, my dad and even the twins had been pitching in to get my house finished so we could move in as soon as possible. We had been staying in my childhood home with Dad and Dex, too. Last weekend we could finally put the furniture in. Blackjack and I furnished the house together despite him insisting that I’d be better off doing it myself. I understood where he was coming from, but this was our home, so it needed to represent both of our tastes. Once I explained that to him it was smooth sailing.

  It’d taken us the last few days to arrange everything the way I wanted it to be, Blackjack couldn’t help but scoff and make jokes about having my home pristine and proper just like my mother would have. I can’t deny it, I was just like her. The only thing I was looking forward to was all the boys from the club coming over for dinner one night, hopefully soon.

  Dex was thrilled about the entire thing, he appreciated having a bigger bedroom where he could fit a desk and a wardrobe and whatever the hell else he wanted. When he came up to me and asked if he could invite friends over for a bonfire once we were settled – I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  It was the first time I felt like I was considered a guardian in his life––more or less, even a parent. I brought it up to Blackjack and even he looked stunted.

  “What did you end up saying?” He’d ask, a little smile approaching his lips.

  The two of us had been trying to move a dining table into the house at the time.

  “Well, I asked how many people he wanted to bring?” I say, giving him a shrug while adjusting my hands at each end of the table, “He said four and that’s more than fine with me.”

  “Uhuh,” He’d nod as he looked behind him to step back some.

  “What?” I narrowed my eyes at him skeptically.

  “Nothing, nothing. A little more to the left, babe.”

  “What’s on your mind?”

  Blackjack had looked up at the floor, the humor on his face more apparent. “The kid never asks for permission for anything,” he finally said before he slowly dropped the table to its feet. “I think he’s really warming up to you.”

  From then on, it felt like things were getting easier than where I started. When I stumbled back home, I was bruised and battered with almost no recollection of what love really was. Now, I felt sure that I had found not only a sanctuary but friends and family that fixed the remnants of my broken trust. I could wake up looking forward to the day instead of counting my blessings that I was still alive.

  It was no longer about survival but more about what else I could do to make my life complete.

  The signs were evident after the last week of putting the finishing details into our house. I had woken up in our new bed, memory foam and all, feeling sick in the middle of our first night. Blackjack didn’t stir from his sleep until he could hear me retching in our bathroom and got up in a heartbeat to help me hold my hair back. At the time, I assured him it was a stomach flu or something I ate for dinner.

  He got me water while I brushed my teeth, a nervous feeling building up in the pit of my stomach. Even when he walked me back to bed and I had water to cool me down, I felt restless that night. A part of me was fighting with my rational side, knowing full well that I was expecting my period in the following two or three days.

  I couldn’t have been pregnant. After my miscarriage, the chances of me ever having a child were close to slim. That’s what I told myself up until my period was two weeks late and I was stuck facing a difficult decision followed up with an even more awkward appointment.

  “You’re positive?” I ask while wringing my hands together at the news.

  Doctor Carter nods before handing me the paperwork. “As positive as these results

  I took them and flattened them up to my lap, sifting through the information until I could see it for myself. It was just as she said. Positive. I was pregnant.

  “How is this possible?” I mutter to myself. “After the trauma I experienced, I thought I wasn’t able to––”

  She leans over from her seat to take my knee, stopping me mid-sentence.

  “Never say never, kid. You’re not the first domestic survivor to be able to conceive after a recent trauma,” she assures me with a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s a physical obstacle and sometimes it’s a mental thing. A lot of mothers are unable to have another child because they’ve scared themselves to death into thinking they can’t. It tricks the body from being able to do what it does naturally.”

  I nod, understanding exactly what she was describing. That was the period I had to force myself to overcome. If I had to go through it again alone, I didn’t think I would have survived it even if I did come through alive.

  “Does he know?” Doctor Carter asks.

  “No,” I said almost immediately. “I haven’t told him yet.”

  “You’ve been showing some signs, haven’t you? Men can be simple minded, but they catch on pretty quick when something’s wrong.”

  “We never talked about this in our plans though!” I exasperate, almost on the verge of crying. “I don’t know what he’ll think. We just,” We just found each other again is what I wanted to say. After everything, we just finally have what we always wanted, and I’m terrified right now, terrified that this baby could make him upset.

  She gives me a sympathetic look before displacing her hand from my knee to my shoulder, “Breathe easy, Ash. He’s not your ex-husband.”

  “No. He isn’t,” I finally admit, “I don’t know what he’ll make of the news or if he even wants to have more kids.”

  The doctor scoffs, pulling her arm back to her side with a knowing smile. “If it’s Rob, I know he’ll want at least two more with you, child. Hell, probably four or five more.”

  “Well, we’ll find out when he comes home.” I let out a little laugh, unable to restrain myself from the tears any longer. I brought my hands up to my face and wiped what I could as Doctor Carter could only watch me in concern.

  “Maybe you’re right and I’m overreacting.” My voice regains itself as I wiped the last of the waterworks. “I just I never expected myself to be able to—”

  “Like I said,” she cuts me off again, shaking her head, “never say never.”

  Doctor Carter’s advice was the greatest lesson in my life and, yet I was still finding it difficult to come to terms with telling Blackjack. I had no idea what his reaction would be despite Carters assurances. I knew he wouldn’t hit me or deny it as true the way Harry had, but I didn’t know if it was something he truly wanted.

  After all, he was already a father on top of his responsibilities within the club. What coul
d I tell him if he didn’t want the child?

  I needed to talk to someone before I could tell him about my pregnancy. Should I talk to my dad? For some reason, that didn’t sit well with my conscience given that my father had a habit of blowing things out of proportion whenever I shared any piece of news with him.

  However, I couldn’t blame Daddy for overreacting. Knowing him, he’d be overjoyed at the idea of him being a grandfather. Meanwhile, Blackjack might not think it smart to have a kid this early in our relationship, good lord, I didn’t think it was smart either, and yet it happened.

  How would that conversation go with them? I almost shuddered at the idea of there being another fight over me being pregnant. I had to swallow down my fear and reflect on my next move. It was more than evident

  I was going to have to tell Blackjack about the news but before that, I decided to head over to the club where I could count on opinions from the two men who have never judged me no matter what – Zane and Kade, my brothers.

  When I walked into the club, I was surprised to find that the only living soul inside was Edd, aka Havoc. I made my way up to the bar as the he was busying himself with cleaning his bar top. He looked up for a moment to find me walking in his direction and I saw his expression change from boredom to amusement.

  “If you’re looking for your guy again, he’s out another run,” he tells me, eyes sinking back to the countertops.

  “I know that.” I assure him before taking a seat, “Have you seen the twins?”

  He gave me the most dumbfounded look I’d ever seen. “Have you lost your marbles two times in a row, kid?”

  I furrowed my brows, “Am I missing something?”

  “The twins are out with your man. Your dad’s been asking for extra men, hasn’t he?” Edd shakes his head down at the counters, “Can’t be too careful with everything that’s been going on.”

  “Oh,” I deadpan.

  He was right. I hadn’t realized that both Kade and Zane were out with the rest of the guys. It made me feel both ridiculous and alone at the same time. Even if I didn’t say anything, Edd knew something was up.

  “What’s on your mind, kid?” He asks.

  I look up from my lap, shaking my head. “Nothing, It’s just been…,” I start before letting out a thick exhale, “It’s been quite a day. I don’t know what to say.”

  “Need something to take the edge off?” He offers.

  I almost said yes.

  “No, no.” I shake my head, putting my hand down. “Just some water if that’s okay.”

  “You got it.” He nods before turning around to face the sink.

  As I listened to him fill a glass with water, the doors opened behind me before closing with a heavy thud a moment later. Edd slid the glass in my direction and as I caught it, he greeted someone I didn’t expect to see so soon.

  “How was school today?” Edd asks Dex.

  “Fine,” the boy responds, his footsteps echoing behind me. “They have an assembly for the football game and I’ve got tests to study for, even with this long weekend they gave us so much homework!”

  “I’ll help you with it later if you need it, okay?” I offer.

  “Thanks Ash. You looking for my dad?” I smile at Dex finally calling me Ash, it took him a while to get used to it.

  “No. My brothers,” I say, taking a brief sip of my water.

  “The twins, right?”

  “Mhm. Your uncles!” I smirk, and he laughs.

  “Are they here? I thought they were on a run.”

  “Your thoughts are correct,” I sigh, “I’m wondering why you know that though?” It wasn’t such a big deal, but no child should know anything about when or if the guys are going on runs.

  Dex’s brows furrowed in concern. “I’m not a little kid, everyone here is my family so I know what happens. Is everything okay between you and my dad?”

  I looked up at him, understanding full well that he got the wrong idea.

  “Of course, everything’s okay, honey,” I say before averting my eyes to my lap. “I’m just—everything’s a bit upside down.”

  “Upside down?”

  “Yeah, but seriously don’t worry about it,” I assure him, lifting my head up to give him my best affirmative smile.

  He didn’t look convinced. “Do you want to talk about it?” The boy asks, and I felt my heart swell up.

  “You just offered so I’m gonna tell you something before I tell your old man, alright?”

  “Alright.” He gives me a sympathetic look.

  I closed my eyes, the stress starting to disperse from my thoughts as I pieced the whole puzzle of the situation together.

  “You can’t tell your Dad until I do.” My voice comes through slowly, “I went to the doctor’s today and I found out I’m pregnant. You’re going to have a baby brother or sister in a few months, kiddo”

  Dex’s eyes went wide and for a moment, I felt my anxiousness peak. The boy stood up from his seat and opens his arms to pull me into a big hug. “That’s fantastic news!”

  I felt astonished that he was taking everything so well. Like a balloon, I was filled with so much relief that it felt so unreal. Dex pulled away from me for a moment, that smile pulling across his features.

  “You have to figure out a fun way to tell him,” Dex tells me, his face going stern. “I don’t think he was very happy when he found out about me —so, you have to do something fun this time for him!”

  “Oh honey, don’t say things like that, but what did you have in mind? I agree, we’re going to make it fun for your Dad”

  After a couple of bottles of root beer (complimentary of Edd himself), we debated on the ideas together. It was amazing how relief came easily the more I talked about it with Dex. I had spent so much time thinking “couldn’t”, “never”, and “impossible” yet the entire conversation just made me think “what if” but rather “I’ll try”.

  I wanted so much more in this arrangement, marriage… than I had originally thought. Maybe this pregnancy wasn’t a simple accident, but it was a sign that I could try again.

  On the way home, Dex and I finally came up with the best option on how we were going to tell Blackjack. The idea was simple but sure to send a clear message. Sure, we had to take a detour from the house to the closest craft store, but it was well worth it when we found what we were looking for.

  That night, I spent a good two hours making sure the message was intact so that it wouldn’t come undone or pose as miscommunication. If I was going to do this after all, I wanted to get it right the first time.

  Night time came faster than I thought and although Blackjack still wasn’t home from the run, I was able to slip into bed and fall asleep with ease.

  The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Blackjack’s Harley pulling into the driveway. My heart started running faster than the thoughts in my head and I pulled myself out of bed. Jesus, how was I going to go about this?

  I was just about to slip into a pair of sweatpants when I heard the door shut downstairs.

  Alright, I think to myself as I pulled on a thin long-sleeved shirt, It’s now or never.

  I darted downstairs although I couldn’t help but feel like my own tension was returning faster than ever. I felt like my whole body was lighter the more I moved across the hallway into the kitchen to the man waiting for me. When I walked inside to find Dex sitting at the breakfast table and Blackjack nowhere to be seen, my tension disappeared completely.

  Dex saw my stressed expression and gestured with his hand over to the garage, telling me that his father was going to take his sweet time coming inside. I gave him a nod before turning my attention to the counters where our coffee maker sat with a new blue mug waiting beside it.

  The kitchen door leading to the garage finally opened just as I was already brewing a fresh cup of coffee. I restrained every muscle in my body from turning around to see him. If he even saw my face I was sure I’d ruin it. Gosh, it had only been a day and it felt like I hadn
’t seen him in weeks.

  “What are you two doing up so early?” I hear him ask, his footsteps venturing into the kitchen.

  “Hm?” I look up from the coffee drip, “I couldn’t let you come back home so early without a cup of coffee, Rob. You boys must have been riding all night.”

  “You shouldn’t have, Ash. I was planning on taking a morning nap with you when I got back anyway,” he says before wrapping his arms around me from behind to give me a kiss on the cheek.

  “A morning nap, pff,” I snort as I poured coffee into the mug.

  “And what’s your excuse, boy?” Rob jokes with his son.

  “Last I checked, I have school in the mornings, Pops,” Dex responds with amusement. “How was the run?”

  Blackjack shrugs his shoulders against my body.

  “Decent. No hiccups during the set up.” He responds simply, “I guess that means our guys are doing their jobs right.”

  The very touch of him overwhelmed my skin in tingles. There was nothing more that I wanted than to hold him right here and now and tell him everything that happened the day before. Instead, I shut myself up and topped off the coffee.

  “Here,” I say before turning around to hand Blackjack the full mug. A smile emerged from my lips as I looked up at him, nearly purring. “Just the way you like it.”

  The man takes his mug, returning the smile with an odd look of notice in his eyes. “Thanks, Monroe.” He leans down to take my lips in a small kiss.

  I return the kiss before sending him off to the breakfast table to join his son. When he took his seat, and resumed his report of the night, I turned my back to the two of them and made myself busy with the kitchen the way Eddy always seemed to at the bar.

  Apparently, the new warehouses were so well hidden that no one had tracked where we’d been keeping our supplies. Blackjack mentioned how Dad opted to install motion sensors around the properties, as well as adding cameras to take photographs whenever the sensor was activated. So far, they’d only seen a cougar and a few foxes.