by Sarah Bale
“It’s perfect.”
“You sure about this? You can change your mind.”
I say, “Let’s do it.”
He grins. “I’ll heat the iron.”
King watches Mammoth heating the iron and says, “Hopefully this doesn’t put you into labor.”
“Dr. Deathridge said I should be fine. I have a high tolerance for pain, and I trust Mammoth to have clean tools.”
I don’t mention that Dr. Deathridge also looked at me like I was nuts to even consider getting an actual brand on my body.
Mammoth calls out, “Okay, Liv, take a seat.”
Saint sits in the chair and pulls me onto his lap, where he nuzzles my neck. “A little distraction might help.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Do you know where you’re going to get it?”
“I was thinking either my neck or the top of my wrist.”
Mammoth overhears and says, “I’d say your wrist.”
Saint nods. “Plus, it will match where ours are.”
I hadn’t thought about that. “Top of wrist it is.”
Saint says, “Close your eyes.”
Inhaling, I do as he says. He nibbles on my ear while whispering sweet nothings to me. At the same time, his hand slips into the deep V of my dress where he cups my heavy breast before rubbing the pad of his thumb over my nipple. I gasp when he tweaks the already sensitive nub.
“Did you pick this dress knowing we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off you?”
I smile. “Maybe.”
He removes his hand, and I’m about to protest, when he slips it back in. This time his fingers are wet. Oh god. He knows that toying with my nipples has been getting me off lately, and it seems he’s planning on getting me off at our reception.
Hot breath hits my neck as he kisses his way to my ear. When he sucks on my earlobe, I shudder. At the same time, my left arm is moved. I know I’m about to be branded, but I can’t even think about it because another hand slips into my dress, going to my other breast. This one is more calloused. Razor?
I start to open my eyes, but Saint says, “Not yet, darlin’. All you need to do is feel.”
His words make me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to what’s happened in my dress. I’m so fucking wet right now. I need-
“Oh god,” I moan as my skirt is lifted.
Cool air kisses my skin, followed by actual kisses and the scrape of facial hair. Bash? Hot breath hits my center and I throb in excitement. This is wanton and sinful, and it feels so fucking right.
“Mouth or finger,” Saint whispers into my ear.
“Mouth,” I manage to stutter.
My thong is pulled aside and then Bash kisses me there.
“Oh, fuck.”
Pleasure blooms deep inside of me as Bash licks and laps at my folds. Razor and Saint continue to toy with my breasts, and I know I’m on the losing side of this fight. But losing never felt this good, so maybe I’m the real winner here.
“Where’s King?”
“Right here, babe.” He says in front of me.
“Kiss me.”
Because that’s all that’s missing right now.
His soft lips brush against mine. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
I swear to god, they must be giving each other signals or something, because they all start moving together, as one. I’m so fucking wound up and close to coming. The only indication that something is about to happen is when King pulls his tongue from my mouth and kisses my lips and cheeks.
Something hot touches my arm, and a moan works its way up my throat. Fiery pain sears my skin at the very same time Bash sucks on my clit. With a strangled cry, I come in short pants. Something wet is placed on my throbbing wrist and then it’s covered. At the same time, my dress falls back into place and the hands leave my breasts.
When I open my eyes, my guys are grinning at me, not looking a bit sorry for making me come in front of our wedding guests.
Saint tips my face, kissing me. “You are a fucking wonder, Mrs. Massacre.”
I wiggle against his cock. “Ditto, husband.”
Mammoth says, “Well, that was a first. You’re good to go. Just keep it wrapped and keep an eye on it.”
Lifting my wrist, I see can see the outline of the logo. Saint lifts his wrist, showing me his.
“Let party and say hello to our guests. Then we can go on our honeymoon.”
Since I’m so close to delivering, our honeymoon is going to consist of staying at the house for a week or so. Of course, all my guys are coming. And I’ve been promised a real trip once the babies are born.
I grin. “Let’s do this. I’m ready to be bedded by my husbands.”
I’m so fucking happy as we mingle with our guests. At one point I see Hawk go to Saint’s side before leaving. He’s a nice guy, but I haven’t gotten to see him very much. He’s obsessed with finding out what happened to Jas, Lucy, and Allison, even when others have given up hope.
I find Saint and ask, “What did Hawk want?”
“He got another lead. He was just letting me know he was heading out.”
“How long will he be gone this time?”
“Hard to say. He’s taking a few guys from the Mississippi club with him.”
Sure enough, two men join Hawk’s side.
“Who are they?”
“The tall one is Titian and the one with dark hair is Ice.”
“I didn’t get a chance to meet them.”
“You’ll be seeing them around. They’re transferring here. They’ve worked with Hawk before, and he feels like they’ll be an asset to the club.” He smiles. “Now, have you said hello to everyone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
He gives King, Razor, and Bash a nod and they make their way to us.
“Don’t we need to toss the bouquet and all that?”
Saint says, “Most everyone is taken, but if you really want to, then sure.”
“I do.”
Saint gets everyone’s attention, calling all the unmarried women to the front. Turning my back to them, I toss the bouquet over my shoulder. There’s cheering, and when I turn, I laugh. Foxy is holding the bouquet, looking stunned. But if the look in Agent Hill’s eyes is any indication, I think she just might be the next one to get married.
Saint says, “Thank you all for coming. Stay as long as you’d like, but Mrs. Massacre and I are getting the fuck out of here.”
There are cheers as Saint leads me out front, to the Rolls Royce. I grin as he opens the door for me. This car and the memories I have in it…
He brushes his lips across mine. “Soon, darlin’.”
King, Bash, and Razor pull up next to us on their bikes.
“Let’s go home.”
Olivia
** Birth of the twins **
Saint is on one side, holding my hand. Razor on the other. King, that bastard, is right down there next to Dr. Deathridge, yelling at me to push. And my sweet Bash is sitting in a chair near the window, looking green. It’s fucking hilarious that a killer is squeamish over a baby entering the world. A laugh bubbles up my throat. I’m about to pop off something along the same lines when another contraction rips through me.
“Oh,” I moan.
“Can you give her anything?”
Dr. Deathridge jumps at Saint’s tone, but says, “We’re past the point of giving her anything. These babies are coming. Now.” He pats my knee. “Okay, Olivia. On the next contraction I want you to bear down and push.”
I nod, barely catching my breath before another contraction starts. This is it. My babies are about to be born. I’m going to be a mother and we’re all going to be a family. Bearing down, I push.
And then a baby’s wail fills the room.
I don’t get a chance to savor the moment, because another contraction rips through me.
“One more push!”
My men cheer me on as I bear d
own, pushing.
Another cry fills the room, and I cry along with it. Hell, I think we’re all bawling. With Saint and Razor at my side, I finish delivering. By the time the babies are ready, I’ve been cleaned up. God. I can’t wait to see their little faces.
Two nurses come to me, each holding a baby. They place them on my chest, and I look down at the crying, most adorable babies in the world.
“Hello, loves,” I whisper. “I’m your momma.”
I look around.
I’m surrounded by the men I love most, who are looking at me and the babies like we’re the most precious gifts in the world.
Saint leans forward, brushing his lips over mine. “You did it, Mrs. Massacre.”
“We did it, Mr. Massacre.”
King comes to my side, kissing me. “Good job, little momma.”
Razor kisses me and says, “Okay. Enough sappy shit. We want to know which names you decided to go with.”
I look at Saint, who nods. Who knew naming a baby, much less two, would be such a big deal?
Saint takes our son into his arms. The sight of him holding such a tiny baby melts my heart.
“Boys, I’d like you to meet Sebastian Zayn Kingston Massacre.”
Bash, Razor, and King all look at me in shock.
I grin. “I figured our son ought to have the names of his fathers.”
King lifts our daughter. “And what about this princess? What’s her name?”
“I’d like you all to meet Mary-Elizabeth Queenie Massacre.”
King lets out a sob. “Queenie? After my Ma?”
I nod and he leans down, hugging me, our daughter between us.
Bash comes to me, kissing me. “I love you, Liv.”
“I love you, too.”
Razor takes Mary-Elizabeth from King. “Hi sweet girl. I’m your da-da. Well, the fun da-da, at least.” He looks at me, eyes widening. “What are we going to name the others?”
“Others?”
“The other kids that you’re going to have. You used all the good names on the twins.”
I laugh. “I think we’ve got some time to figure it out.”
“Probably not as much time as you think. I’ve heard you and Saint go at it. You’ll be pregnant again, sooner than later.”
I look at Saint. Well, Razor’s probably not wrong there, since we can’t keep our hands off each other. Honestly, it’s a good thing the others have had vasectomies, or I’d be in big trouble.
“Luckily, Dr. Cross gave me a book full of baby names,” I tease him.
“Good. As long as none of those names are Jedediah.”
I laugh as my men begin to argue. Life is never going to be quiet with them and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
The spin-off series to the Devil’s Regents MC is coming soon. Find out what happens to Jas, Lucy, and Allison in 3 standalone novels.
Her Outlaw
Unwanted…
I’m the girl who was always the life of the party, but never the one you wanted to take home at the end of the night. After a long string of screw-ups, I found myself working undercover at the Devil’s Regents MC headquarters. It was a sweet gig where I finally felt like I belonged. Too bad it didn’t last. Now I’m out on my butt with no place to go.
Outcast…
I’m given a chance to start over, but I manage to screw it up. My secret identity is blown, and I come face to face with the man who broke my heart years ago. But this time, I have the upper hand, and I’m plan on making him earn my love. Too bad I didn’t realize that my bad luck would follow me… right into a human trafficking ring.
Unbreakable…
Stay alive. That’s it, that’s my goal. I’m in the middle of god-knows-where with two other women and we try to find a way to survive until help arrives. If it arrives. My only hope is that the new Vice President of the Devil’s Regents MC can find us before it’s too late. And maybe, just maybe, we can finally get our happily ever after.
**This book contains subjects that some may find offensive, including references to human trafficking. Reader’s discretion is advised.**
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About the Author
Sarah Bale's family always knew she was destined to write romances when they saw the elaborate stories she created for her Barbie dolls. At fifteen she penned her first book, which will never see the light of day if she has any say. She is the author of over 35 books, with more on the way.
When Sarah isn't writing she enjoys spending time with her family and friends and also planning what she’d do in a zombie apocalypse. She resides in Oklahoma and doesn't plan on leaving any time soon.
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Elijah and the Living (Book #2)
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Elijah and the End (Book #6)
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Nikki’s Guide to Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse 2
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Her Saints: Devil’s Regents MC Book 2
Her Sinners: Devil’s Regents MC Book 3
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Her Outlaw: Devil’s Regents MC Book 4 ***Coming Soon ***
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