Porter closed the gap, his greasy hands wanting to touch me.
The next part… was my part of the plan.
thirty-two
(knox)
*NOW*
I couldn’t stand it. I fucking couldn’t stand it. Watching that greasy prick walk up to my darlin’ like he owned her. Ana said she wanted to contribute to the plan and she wanted her final shot in on Porter before I stepped in.
So I waited.
I warned her that if he touched her - especially her belly - I was calling it off. Having them so close was so dangerous to her. A bullet could really change my life. If I lost Ana and I lost our baby, I’d go complete outlaw. I would strip my cut and burn it. I’d take the road and raise so much hell the only way to stop me would be to put a bullet between my eyes.
That’s what my family meant to me.
I saw Porter reach for Ana.
She sprang into action so fast and smooth, I was honestly impressed. She put her palms to his shoulders and drove him back with a really good shove. Then she lifted her right leg up between his legs, hitting his balls so hard, he let out a squeal that sounded like a hungry pig.
I’d never forget that sound.
Porter grabbed his balls and dropped to his knees.
Ana then swung her hand, slapping him across the face.
That was enough.
I stood up and let out a whistle.
One by one, my boys all popped up from behind gravestones. It was so fucking symbolic it made my heart race. The Reaper’s Bastards rising up from the dead.
Matteo, Slam, Elijah, Noah, Ari, and Liam.
They all stood up, shotguns in hand. All were pointed at Porter.
Ana heeded the warning and turned, bolting away from the scene. She ran right where I was standing.
I had just a handgun. Pointed right at Porter. I walked toward him, watching him trying to catch his breath from the ball shot Ana had given him.
“Don’t fucking try to move,” I said. “Or I’ll make it so painful… I’ll bury you alive.”
“You won’t get away with this,” Porter yelled, then he winced in pain.
“I already did,” I said.
Me and Vinny came to terms on some more territorial shit. Things were going to to work out just fine. All Vinny needed from me was to make sure that when Porter was gone, there was no chance of Porter being found and no chance that it would point back to the MC or hurt the family.
Near the back of the cemetery where all the old bones were buried, there was a fresh hole dug. The guy that took care of the cemetery had a thing for strippers and always wanted to have sex on a grave. I made sure that happened. In return, he had a grave ready for Porter.
I walked to Porter and stared down at him. “You never stood a chance against me, Porter. I’m fucking Knoxville. I’m part of the Reaper’s Bastards.”
“Fuck you,” Porter said.
That was enough talking for one day so I pulled the trigger.
The boom echoed for a few seconds.
“No, Porter, fuck you,” I said.
The gun would be buried with Porter.
I dropped the weapon and turned to walk to my darlin’.
I scooped Ana up in my arms and hugged her tight.
Something about it was just fitting. Being near all that death. Being with my boys in the club. Showing true force and power. Holding the only woman I ever loved in my arms.
“I have something for you,” I whispered into her ear. “Come on.”
We ran through the cemetery together, laughing, probably the most romantic and macabre scene ever. But I didn’t give a shit. I had to smile. When Ana turned her head and smiled at me, the wind caught her hair and spread it across her face. We were running toward freedom. Toward family.
We got on my motorcycle and I took off, my darlin’ right there with me.
She had no fucking clue what I had planned for her.
I said I would never ride anything that didn’t have two wheels or a slit. But for Ana, there was always an exception to the rule.
When she saw the yellow moving truck in the middle of the lot at the garage, she looked confused.
“I don’t get it,” she said.
I grabbed her hand and walked her to the truck. I opened the passenger door and helped her up. I walked around to the other side and climbed into the driver’s seat. I started the truck.
“Knox…”
“Darlin’, the day I met you, you were climbing out of a yellow moving truck. It was the most important day of my life. It was the day the rest of my life was presented in front of me. So that’s why this is happening right now, like this.”
“What is?” she asked.
I looked at her. “All our shit is packed into the back of this thing. I had the guys do it while we were out. No more apartment for you. No more clubhouse for me.”
“Where are we going to live?” she asked.
The answer came ten minutes later.
Noah’s friend of a friend’s aunt had passed away recently and the family wanted to unload the house as fast as possible. It needed some work but I loved a good challenge. I was able to cash in all my savings and get the house through another favor with someone at the local bank. He had helped my grandmother save the house I lived in more than once and more than once he had gotten himself into some gambling trouble and I was there with my boys to bail him out.
None of that mattered.
What mattered was the look on Ana’s face.
There was a small white fence in the yard. The house had shudders, not red, but I could paint them.
I took her hand and kissed it.
“Look at the garage,” I said.
There was a basketball hoop above the garage, just like she always wanted.
When she started to cry, I pulled her close.
I then took my darlin’ to our house.
I let her unlock the door and then I lifted her up and carried her in. I kicked the door shut and gently placed her on the floor.
“I fucking love you, Knoxville,” she growled at me.
“And I fucking love you, Ana,” I said.
Right there on the floor, I made love to my darlin’.
Don’t worry… I wasn’t going soft…
When we finished on the floor, I carried her to the shower and fucked her until we ran out of hot water.
thirty-three
(ana)
*MONTHS LATER*
I went into labor two weeks early. Of course Knox was out on a ride. I woke to a sharp pain and fell to my knees. I called Knox and he said everything would be okay. Then my water broke.
Matteo showed up, the giant hulk of a biker he was, yet he was so gentle as he stood me up and helped me out of the house. He got me to his car and got me to the hospital. He even let me hold his hand as the contraction went from hell to fucking death in a matter of minutes.
The baby was going to be there really fast.
When it was time to really push, Matteo tried to leave. I begged him to stay but he feared seeing anything down there would piss off Knox.
I refused to let Matteo’s hand go.
I then shut my eyes and pushed.
The feeling can’t be described unless you’re doing it. The whole watermelon through the eye of a needle is pretty accurate.
Matteo’s hand slipped away as the doctor said the head was coming out.
I let out a breath, a scream, and turned to see Knox standing there.
Matteo winked at me and got out of the room.
I had no idea how Knox made it there just in time but that was his thing. He was always just in time. Always there to save me, comfort me, love me.
He leaned over and kissed me. “You’re fucking beautiful, darlin’. You are my hero.”
I let out a cry and had the urge to push again.
That was the last push.
A minute later, a healthy baby boy was placed on my chest. He screamed, I cried, and Knox had a smile that I never saw before. He
touched the baby’s back and we had our first real moment as a family.
We named the baby Jayson and took him home two days later.
The first night Knox and I were up every three hours with Jayson. I nursed the baby and Knox sat next to me, waiting his turn to burp the baby. Every time the baby fell asleep we’d sit there in silence, staring at each other, smiling.
Our eyes spoke one thing… the truest thing I’d ever known…
He was my outlaw, I was his darlin’.
thirty-four
(knox)
*ANOTHER COUPLE MONTHS LATER*
I slid into Ana with a hard thrust and she let out a whimpering cry. I was on my knees, she on her back, my eyes all over her beautiful body. She never fully understood how pretty she had become while pregnant. She hated her hips, ass, her puffy cheeks. I loved every second of it and I loved taking care of her the entire time. And even now, it was just… goddamn.
Her tits were huge, full of milk. They bounced like never before, sometimes getting so wild, Ana would have to hold them in place. That only fucking turned me on even more.
Tonight, I feasted upon her. I put my mouth to her left breast and sucked hard. She let out a hiss sound and dug her fingers into the back of my head. She arched her back to me, offering more and I took it. I could taste her leaking, something else she was unsure about, but I wouldn’t dare pull away.
My hands grabbed her waist and pulled my mouth away, letting my teeth graze her nipple enough to make her bite her lip. I slid my right hand across her stomach and Ana instantly grabbed the sheets. She hated the way her belly looked. I knew it and I played into it by always touching her there. Yeah, sure, maybe that was an asshole thing to do to her, but I didn’t care. If she thought some stretch marks and skin was going to chase me away she needed to find something better to worry about.
I pulled myself out of her body and watched as her hips bucked toward me.
“What the fuck?” she whispered in a growling voice.
I inched down her body, kissing her softly, right to her stomach. She grabbed my hair again, pulling.
“Knox…”
“No, darlin’,” I said. “You need to know how beautiful you are.”
I kissed down to her clean shaven mound and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. For months we fucked like crazy and after Jayson was born she still took care of me every single day while she recovered. So I made it a point to make her pussy my breakfast every morning, no matter what.
I reversed my kissing all the way back up to her mouth, devouring her. I came forward with my throbbing cock and pounded right back inside her. We weren’t protecting ourselves at all. Fuck that. We wanted another baby as soon as possible. It was all up to fate at that point.
I sank deep into Ana and she cried out into my mouth.
I started to fuck her, forgetting for a split second that we were not alone in our house.
The headboard hit the wall and Ana threw her hands back against it, pushing at me. By doing that, it only rammed my cock harder into her. She then let out a loud scream and hurried to cover her mouth.
Her eyes went wide and I felt myself only a handful of thrusts away from exploding.
Then came the cry from Jayson.
I stopped fucking Ana and lowered my head. “Damn.”
“Shit, Knox…”
“I got it, darlin’,” I said.
I hated to pull out of her again but I had to. My son needed me.
I grabbed my jeans and stepped into them then went to Jayson’s room. It was dark colors with everything motorcycle we could find. Ana added her touch of baby blue elephants where she could, but we both knew that this baby boy was born to be an outlaw.
Jayson flailed his arms as he cried.
The second I lifted him up and felt his warm body against my bare chest, I smiled. The damn kid always made me smile. Even if he was cock blocking me bad. I couldn’t even sit down because my dick was raging hard still.
So I walked Jayson around the room.
“Son, this is an important lesson to learn in life right now,” I whispered. “When Mom and Dad are having their alone meetings, you have to sleep through that. Can you do that?”
I looked down at the big brown eyes staring at me.
“You’re too cute for me, kid. I’m not built for this.”
Jayson smiled. A quick smile, but it melted me.
I swallowed a lump in my throat, one I’d never tell Ana about, and I held my son, rocking him back to sleep.
He took almost thirty full minutes to get back to sleep. And he was due for another feeding in less than two hours. It was going to be another long night. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I had managed to make all of Ana’s dreams come true. And she had done the same for me just by being her. All I ever wanted was her.
At the crib, I slowly put Jayson back down. He squirmed a little but stayed asleep. I knew my window with Ana was long gone by now. She was probably rolled up and sleeping. That was fine though. I’d get her. I always got her.
I touched Jayson’s head. “I love you, son. Get some rest.”
I slowly shut the door and walked down the hall, feeling like I was the king of the world.
When I turned the corner to enter the bedroom, I was shocked to find my queen waiting for me. She was sitting up on the bed, her feet on the bed, legs spread wide, showing her beautiful pink slit. She slowly licked two of her fingers and then rubbed between her legs.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Knox,” she purred at me.
I shut the door and dropped my jeans.
I walked to the bed and Ana took my thick cock in her small hand. She tugged at me, wanting me to fuck her again. I leaned forward and we kissed as I started to enter her again. Her hands grabbed my neck and she stayed in an upright position as I fucked her, finished deep inside her, and then began to touch every inch of her body until we were both ready to go again.
My fingers trailed down her shoulder and I kissed it.
I put my mouth to her ear and whispered, “My darlin’…”
Ana looked back with a smile and whispered, “My outlaw…”
I was hard a minute later.
It was going to be a long night.
It was going to be a long life.
But for the rest of our lives, it was simple: She’d be my darlin’ and I’d be her outlaw.
THE END.
Hey darlin’
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First electronic edition July 2016
Copyright © 2016 by Jaxson Kidman
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